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WARNING: This is not like most of my other fic, that stays in the safe PG to PG-13 range. This particular piece of fiction contains explicit scenes of consensual sex between two women. What can I say but that the characters and situation called for it?

Disclaimers: Not my characters, people, they belong to Joss and the cardboard aliens, yadda yadda yadda. Specifically, this fic is probably around the range of a hard R to NC-17, depending on your point of view. I take no responsibility for you being offended by the girl-girl action contained herein. The girls are Tara and Willow. They are so damn cute! Oh, and it's an alternate universe. Any excuse for that leather outfit, I guess... Feedback to ressick@yahoo.com

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"Cause I'm a vampire y'all, and we toast the blood of our enemies
You're still scaring me no, scaring me no
And we don't fit in" -Third Eye Blind

Blood of Our Beloved

by Ressick

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She had thought the magic would protect her, really she had. A few incantations, a few charms, and she'd be safe in Sunnydale. College was a new experience, and she had intended to enjoy herself, despite her college town's reputation for high mortality and hellmouths. Her mother had been upset with her choice, preferring her daughter go to UC-anywhere else, rather than Sunnydale.

Instead, her magic was useless. Six feet from her was a vampire, fangs bared and figure encased in toe to shoulders leather. Tara tried to remember a spell that would help, but her mind went blank. The vampire advanced, slowly, and she backed up, countering the demon's every move. Luck could still happen, she might survive.

The vampire spoke, "Five-by-five, wicca girl?" She slurred the words together, voice low and husky. "Yes, I've been watching you, among all these regular cattle, and you stick out. What's your name, witch?"

"Tara," she muttered warily. Get the thing to talk, delay, c'mon.

"Tara," the vamp purred, sidling up to the blond, running its hands lazily through fine strands of pale hair. "How pretty. My name, little one, when I was mortal, was Willow."

Sometimes, no, oftentimes, Tara hated her abilities. As soon as the vamp's name was out in the air, hanging between them like a curse, she had it, an attack of vision. Sometimes the attacks would last for mere seconds, other times, minutes or even hours. Oftentimes, she couldn't make heads nor tails of the sights, sounds, feelings, emotions that raged during the visions. On rare occasions, she was able to realize it was a connection, to another Tara, in another world from hers. Their lives would intersect for a split second, bridging the gap between realities, and she'd be gifted with a glimpse of this other Tara's life. The vampire before her was startled by her violent shudder, and backed away as Tara was inundated with the experiences of the other Tara...

She gasped as she saw the vampire before her again- but not a vampire, a mortal girl, with pretty red hair and a brilliant shy smile. The Willow-girl leaned forward, towards the other-Tara, and shyly press her lips to the other-Tara's. She felt the Willow-girl's arms wrap around her alternate's body, sensed the passion rising between the two girls, felt the moans each swallowed for the other, the perfect tranquillity of their gentleness.

And then the vision was gone, the vampire before her again. The demon regarded her curiously, and in a moment of connected gazes, she sent her vision into the vampire's mind. Maybe it would be enough to confuse the demon, and she could escape. If not, it was at least worth a try.

The vision seemed to hurt the demon; it clawed at its head for a second as the vision and its accompanying sensations wracked the once-mortal body. When it again looked at the witch before it, the vampire's fangs gleamed and a new glint could be seen in its eyes- lust.

"How nice, Tara, to share that with me. I should repay the favor, shouldn't I?" the vamp murmured silkily, huskily. It moved until its leather-encased body was rubbing up against the mortal it stalked.

"No, really, it's okay," Tara stuttered, trying to back away.

The vampire ignored her protests, and ran its hands along Tara's side. Tara had to at least give the demon its former gender and so she almost-gently kissed her way from the witch's shoulder up to a delicate ear. Her cold, dead breath fluttered against fine blond hair, and Tara shivered. "Do you like this, Tara?"

"No."

"Really, I'd think you'd like it, considering," she hummed.

"Considering what?" the witch breathed.

Vampire Willow didn't answer, but rather pulled the terrified girl to her. Her caresses were rough, wild, exuding a dangerous sensuality towards the hapless witch.

"Please stop," Tara whimpered, out of ideas and hope.

"No, no, no, love," the vampire said mockingly, "I want you, and I'll have you."

The demon dragged the witch towards the bushes, kissing and nipping her pale skin every step of the way. Tara knew it would do no good to scream for help; anytime someone heard screaming in Sunnydale they ran the other way.

Bits and pieces of the vision swirled in both their minds. The gentle, tender emotions they had felt from their other selves were things both ached for. The vampire wanted that loving humanity that had been stripped away years earlier. The witch wanted someone, anyone to care for her enough to make love to her.

After a few long moments, she wrenched around in the demon's grasp, and caressed the leather-encased body. Willow's body was cold, dead, even in such a heightened state, but the curves were supple, soft, perfect. She inhaled deeply, letting the arousal flow thickly through her veins as the vampire undressed her, replacing the cloth with lips, hands, and cold, cold skin.

Willow moaned against the warm skin she found herself tasting. This wasn't the fast, rough sex that she commonly engaged in with her kindred, but the slow, gentle kind she had wanted as a mortal. Tara's body was heated, sweat-slicked in the cool night air, and her body breathed for the want of air it found itself with.

They moved together hungrily, mouths finally meeting. Willow's fangs were mostly sheathed, but still nicked the mortal body below hers, and she tenderly licked the blood away, sating her thirst with arousal and a few drops of crimson. She bared the form below her, caressing it gently as she sought to stimulate Tara. Slowly her hand moved down, stroking each square inch of skin in her path. As Willow kissed her new lover, she gently entered the young witch. Tara cried out, and her partner added another finger, filling her. Together they moved, bucked, as the vampire once known as Willow Rosenberg made love to a mortal for the first time.

She crashed over the precipice, clutching the cold body of her lover tightly to her chest. When her breathing calmed, she flipped vampire onto its back. Willow's fangs bared for a moment in surprise, but as she felt, more than saw, the blonde witch unzip her clothes, she relaxed, helping the girl peel leather from her skin. In minutes, she was naked, flesh chill and perfect and open to the heated gaze of the mortal now above her.

Tara lowered herself onto the body below her, trying to give some measure of warmth to her undead lover. She kissed Willow deeply, then moved to the demon's shoulders and chest. Soon her partner was bucking under her gentle, persistent touch. Willow cried out into the night as Tara made love to her, and hugged the warm mortal body to her.

"Thank you," they murmured to each other from within their tight embrace.

A short eternity later Tara propped her head up on a fine boned hand and gazed down at the seemingly-mortal looking girl below her. The vampire's eyes were soft, satisfied, almost loving. In seconds, she'd made her decision. Tara offered her throat to her lover.

"No," exclaimed the demon softly. "Not that."

"Yes, you need it," insisted Tara as she pulled Willow's head towards her. "Please," she said.

The vampire wept as she sunk her fangs into the perfect neck of her lover. As the crimson blood washed over her tongue, she almost choked on it, but forced the liquid down. Willow drank until she could feel her lover weakening, then pulled out. Brushing back a lock of soft blond hair, she lowered Tara onto her chest, cuddling the form to her and throwing their clothes over them. She'd wake the girl before sunrise.

In another universe...

Two college freshman curled up together in the middle of a narrow dorm bed. One was a blond wiccan, and the other a redheaded hacker. Willow brushed a lock of her lover's hair back from a pale cheek, and nuzzled the other girl gently.

"I love you, Tara," she whispered as their lips met.

"I love you too, Willow." For a second, Tara glimpsed another version of herself, and the chill body her alternate was held against. She smiled. Love knows no bounds.

The End