By A.M. Glass
Copyright: Jan. 14, 2000
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Fox Studios, Mutant Enemy, et al, have something to do with “Buffy The Vampire Slayer”. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred. The story along with any/all original characters are the sole property of the author and can not be used without expressed permission first.
Time Line: I don’t usually do this, but I figured that I should state that the story takes place during the fourth season, prior to Tara’s introduction.
Author’s Note: I believe this story will be a somewhat radical departure for me, in regards to the content of the story. I hope not to disappoint any one who has read my previous stories with this one.
Latin Warning: You’ll find that I’ve used Latin in the story, I know from e-mails in the past which I no longer have; mores the pity, that I’m not using it correctly. Unfortunately I don’t have the corrections sent to me by a reader. So, I have to settle for what I originally used. However if there is someone out there who knows the proper Latin text I should use, please, please let me know and I’ll change it accordingly. Thanks.
Couple Alert: Although this is in the Willow/Giles section, it doesn’t just involve them.

Chapter 1

“This is a story about two people...”

‘Nope, can’t use that,’ Willow mused silently, carefully drawing a line through the sentence. ‘It sounds to much like “‘The Real World”’ . “Hmm,” she muttered out loud tapping her pen against her lip. “Ah,” she said softly as she began to write.

How much longer was she going to fight the desire that burned throughout her body? When every thing inside of her demanded that she give in. Give in and be swept away by the raging current of need.

She wasn’t sure when it happened. She had a feeling, vague, gossamer, fleeting, of when it did. She only knew that each night she fought against a carnal hunger... for flesh.

Her mouth watered at the mere thought of it. She absentmindedly wiped at her lips. The pain that wracked her body was unlike anything she’d ever known, once the hunger began.

Her expression changed slightly once the transformation took place. Her body exuded a sensuality that seemed to ooze from every pore in her body.

No one was exempt from it, no one.

Be they male or female.

She left the confines of her home right before sunset. She would not endanger her friend’s or family against the beast she had become. They worried about her, they had all read about the predator that struck at night. They begged her not to leave, to no avail.

She would make her way to the motel where she rented a room by the week. She paid in advance to keep the manager from bothering her about the bill. She would not bring her victims here, no; this was the place she would come back to. This is where she would clean up... after the feed.

Each night she tried to fight the pull that sent her out, each time she failed.

Once she entered the motel room, she would not immerge from it until the hunger had been sated. She could recall what was happening while the change occurred, but was powerless to stop it.

The clothes she wore to the motel soon found themselves strewn across the floor. She carefully unpacked her bag, placing the garments next to each other on the bed. The dark brown leather mini-skirt, leather bustier, the fishnet stockings, garter belt and the high-heeled stiletto shoes.

Everything was ready. Running her hands slowly down her body, she trembled with anticipation. Picking up her toiletry bag, she headed for the bathroom.

Immerging some fifteen minutes later, her skin was aglow from the hot water, she proceed to put on her clothes.

As she applied her makeup, she once again watched as she transformed herself. Gone was the insecure young woman, and in her place was a predator. Someone who knew what she wanted, and took it, regardless of the consequences. Her lips were pouty, blood red, ready to dominate. Her eyes had darkened with a barely restrained desire.

Placing a few daubs of perfume on her pulse points, she stood back admiring herself. She smirked.

Turning off the light, she left the room.

Willow stifled a yawn as she read over the pages she had written. “Wow, I wrote this,” she said to herself, re-reading certain sections, knowing that when it came down to typing the story out, it would differ from what she had written. She had taken the creative writing class essentially as a cover to get to the more arcane reference books in the university library. Giles had applauded her effort.

It had started off that way, but she found as the class progressed, that she enjoyed the challenge of making up stories. The professor would give them the subject they had to write about. This week’s was about alternate personalities a-la ‘Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde’. The exception being that the normal-self would have to be fully aware of what was happening the entire time.

To this end, she had drawn upon her recollections of her vampire alter ego and utilized them, with subtle changes here and there.

She stretched, giving her a chance to work out kinks from writing in one position for so long. Looking over to Buffy’s empty bed, she wondered when her best friend would return from patrol. She had missed another opportunity to help, while at the library researching for her class.

Closing the composition book that the professor insisted that the class use, stating: ‘You never know when your muse will hit.’ Willow got ready for bed. After visiting the girls’ bathroom across the hall, she changed into her pajamas and snuggled under her blankets.

Buffy quietly entered the dorm room she shared with her best friend, as not to wake her. She could see the gentle rising and falling of Willow’s chest as she checked on her. Sighing heavily, she made her way to her bed and sprawled across it, within minutes she was fast asleep.

She never heard the door to the room open or close.

Chapter 2

“Willow... Will, wake up,” Buffy said, gently pushing her friend’s shoulder. “Wake up, you’re going to be late for class again.”

“Class... late,” Willow muttered.

“Willow... wake up.”

Slowly, Willow’s right eye opened. Buffy watched as it looked to the left, then to the right, before closing once more.

“Come on Will. This isn’t like you,” Buffy said, concerned by Willow’s recent behavior.

“I’m up,” Willow replied.

“You are the farthest thing from up I know.”

Willow began to move stretching her legs first, then slowly raising herself up into a sitting position.

“Are you in there Will?” Buffy asked, moving stray locks of hair away from Willow’s face.


Sitting down next to her friend, Buffy placed the back of her hand against Willow’s forehead, then her cheek. ‘She doesn’t have a fever,’ she thought. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Fine... tired,” Willow replied.

“You’ve been tired a lot this week. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered, yawning. “I don’t understand it Buffy. I’m going to bed early enough,” she said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Why don’t I stay in tonight...”

Willow looked over at her friend. “Buffy, you don’t have to take care of me, really.”

“Willow, you’re important to me. If I can’t take care of you...” she trailed off.

“The feelings mutual,” Willow replied, gently squeezing Buffy’s hand in hers.

Buffy gazed down at their linked hands for a moment. “Well...”

“Well...” Willow repeated.

“Why don’t you get ready for class? I’ll meet up with you later.”


Buffy let go of Willow’s hand as she stood up.

“Go on,” Willow said, shooing Buffy away. “I can’t have us both being late for class.”

“Yes Mom.”

After Buffy had left the dorm room, Willow seriously contemplated going back to sleep, before quickly pushing the thought aside. “Come on, the world won’t wait for us,” she muttered out loud.

Willow and Buffy caught up with each other before Professor Walsh’s class.

“I’m going to the library after class,” Willow told Buffy as they took their seats.

“Will, I know you love the library...”


“Well, you’ve spent every afternoon this week there.”

“I found an really interesting book...”

“Class if I could have a little bit of your time,” Professor Walsh said, interrupting their conversation.

Buffy and Willow gave the professor their undivided attention.

“Okay so you were telling me about a book?” Buffy asked as they left the classroom.

“It’s really interesting...” Willow said excitedly.

“Only you could make finding a book in the library sound remotely exciting,” Buffy teased.

“Oh, but it is,” Willow began confidentially. “I think I found a rough draft of the book, ‘Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde’“, she whispered.

“What makes you think that?” Buffy asked as they made their way outside.

“Well, after Professor Reid gave us the assignment, the first thing I did was to go to the library. To check out the book.”

Buffy nodded as they walked towards the library.

“And as you may or may not know, I’ve cultivated a relationship with the librarian, Miss Smith.”

“Okay, I’m following you so far,” Buffy said.

“Anyhow, I sort of let it slip out that I was doing a paper for class. Miss Smith asked what the subject was about and when I told her, she asked me to follow her to her office.”

“Then what?”

“She showed it to me. The draft,” Willow replied, awestruck, as if she were reliving the experience.

“Come on Willow. What makes you think that...” Buffy trailed off as she thought about what she was going to say. ‘Well, this is Sunnydale. Anything’s possible,’ she mused. “Alright, let’s say Sunnydale University has what could be the rough draft to ‘Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde’. Did you notice anything different about the book?” Buffy asked.

“Um... no. Not really,” Willow replied somewhat nervously.

“‘Not really?’ Are we talking major plot changes?”

“Nn... no.”

Buffy turned towards Willow and noticed that she was biting her lower lip. “Alright Will. Give. What’s so different about the book that you can’t tell me about?”

Chapter 3


Willow and Buffy both turned around and watched as Giles jogged towards them.

“Giles, what are you doing here?” Buffy asked.

“Hello Giles,” Willow told him when he caught up to them.

“Good afternoon Willow. You... you’re looking well,” he said smiling.

“Thank you,” she replied.


“Ah, yes. There’s been another attack,” he said, coming straight to the point.

“Attack?” Willow asked.

“Not another one?”

“Yes I’m afraid.”

“What attack?” Willow asked once again.

“Um, I think we should find someplace more discrete,” Giles suggested as students were walking around them.

“Well, we were on our way to the library,” Willow suggested.

“Excellent idea,” he replied.

“When did it happen?” Buffy asked as they neared the building in question.

“Not more than an hour after I dropped you off,” he replied as they entered the university library. “I heard it on the news this morning,” he said.

“Over here,” Willow said, showing them the way to the reference area of the building.

“This is quite remarkable,” Giles said.

“Yeah. I love it myself,” Willow replied.

In the back of the reference area were rooms that held a conference table and chairs. These rooms were designed for large groups of students that needed a place to research for class without disturbing the other students.

“This one’s empty,” Buffy said as she opened the door.

After they sat down, Willow once again asked: “What attacks?”

“It... it seems that during the past four nights there have been random attacks on the population of Sunnydale.”

“Vampires?” Willow asked.

“No. Nothing as normal as that I’m afraid,” Giles replied. “All I’ve been able to ascertain so far, is that all the victims, both male and female seemed to have lost some of their...vitality, for lack of a better word.”

“How can that be?” Willow asked.

“We haven’t been able to find out. Which is why I’m coming to you. The newspapers have hinted that each of the victims were left with some sort of marking.”

“You want me to see what I can find out,” Willow stated.

“Yes. It’s important that we find out who or what is behind these attacks,” Giles said.

“I need to know what I’m up against,” Buffy added.

“Okay. I’ll get started after my last class, “ Willow replied.

“Thank you Willow. I... I hope this doesn’t keep you from anything?”

“Actually, while I’m here, I can look something up for one of my classes. If I do it now, I won’t have to later.”

“Speaking of class, I’ve got to go,” Buffy said as she stood up from the table.

“Yes and I should start researching. I’ll call Xander and he can meet me later,” Giles said.

“I’ll drop by as soon as I have something,” Willow told Giles as she picked up her bag.

“Good luck,” he said.

“See ya Will.”

“Bye guys.

Buffy and Giles left Willow alone as she thought about the information she had just heard.

‘A succubus?’ she thought. No. A succubus was only interested in men. And from what Giles had told her, whatever it was, was going after both men and women. ‘A bi-cubus?’ she chuckled to herself.

Leaving the room, Willow headed straight for Miss Smith’s office. She needed to look at the manuscript again. She wanted to make sure she had copied the information from the manuscript correctly.

Chapter 4

After completing her classes, Willow headed straight for the dorm room she shared with Buffy. She thought about her conversation with Professor Reid, when she had asked the professor to review her story.

‘It’s very good Willow. I can’t wait to see how it ends,’ the Professor had told her.

She was giddy and it seemed that the professor could see what her words had provoked.

‘But Willow, don’t forget about life’s little surprises. Your character leaves her home to spare her family and friends, correct?’ Willow nodded her head. ‘Your character will do that before the transformation...’

Willow realized what her teacher was trying to tell her. ‘I’ll remember that,’ she replied solemnly.

She knew what she had to do with the story, but she would have to do it later. Booting up her computer, Willow began the task of gathering information. She went to her bookmarks and proceeded to download copies of all the newspaper articles involving the attacks. After doing that, she hacked into the police computer, downloading as much as she could.

From what she was reading, the attacks were sexual in nature. What was odd about the cases was the fact that up to a certain point, all the victims had been willing participants. In all the reports, a common thread appeared. All the victims stated that they felt compelled to accompany their attacker. No threats were ever uttered.

‘I couldn’t help myself,’ was the reply most given when asked by the police, why they went with the stranger.

The comments given by eyewitness seemed to be the same.

‘He was sitting with his date I guess.’

Willow could read the name Miss Emily James written in afterwards.

‘... sitting with his date I guess, when this woman walked right up to him. She told him something, he stood up and started leaving with her.’

The eyewitness was asked what happened after that.

‘Well, the guys’ date (The aforementioned Miss James) stood up and followed them before grabbing the other lady by the shoulders and turning her around. I can tell you, I thought there was going to be a fight. Here’s the odd thing though, the stranger, she moved really close to the guy’s date. I mean really close. She was practically in the other lady’s face. She bent her head forward. I thought for a second that she was going to kiss her. She whispered something. Whatever it was, the guy’s date just nodded her head and went back to her table. Like nothing happened. By the time I looked back, they were gone.’

Willow wasn’t the only person who wanted to know what was said. The detectives had asked Miss James repeatedly during the course of her interview and she continued to give the same answer: she couldn’t remember. Miss James said she could recall the entire day and the early part of the evening up to sitting down for dinner but nothing else.

Willow was able to track down the other reports and noticed that they seemed similar. She glanced at the notes she jotted down.

1) Victim(s) never met the assailant prior to the attack.

2) No force was used to get the victim(s) to accompany the assailant.

3) If the victims were with someone else, something was whispered to that person and they returned to their table or other location without comment.

4) No one could recall what was said.

5) A bruise was found on each victim, on the chest above the heart.

6) Each victim when found, reported an extreme sense of weakness and had trouble getting around.

Unfortunately for Willow, she had to break her connection with the police computers before she was caught. Carefully gathering her notes along with the copies of the police reports she’d printed out, she put them in a folder. Grabbing her bag, she left the dorm room and headed for Giles’.

“Ah Willow, I take it your search proved productive?” Giles asked, as she entered his apartment.

“Yeah. I was able to get copies of the police reports. They aren’t finalized, only preliminaries,” she said, handing him the folder.

“I see,” he muttered, delving into the reports.

“I made some notes of things I noticed about the cases,” she told him, as she sat down on the couch.

“Excellent work Willow,” he told her smiling at her, before getting back to the information she’d brought. “Willow?”

“Yes Giles?”

“You didn’t happen to get a copy of the mark they seemed to be referring to, did you?” he asked hopefully.

“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t spend too much time on-line. There are more people working on the afternoon shift,” she explained.

“Of course. Your notes are very good and should help immeasurably,” he told her.

“Where’s everyone else?” she asked.

“They went to pay Willie a visit,” he told her, searching through his books until he found the right one.

Willow closed her eyes as she experienced as sharp pain throughout her body.

“Giles, would you excuse me please?”

“Of course,” he replied, looking up from the book. “Willow... are you alright? You seem a bit pale.”

“I’m fine. I’ll be right back,” she answered, putting on a brave face until she was out of sight, then doubled over as another jolt hit her. Breathing heavily, Willow managed to reach the bathroom door, her hand was shaking as she opened it. Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her, leaning against it. She walked the few steps to the sink.

“It’s time for me to play,” she heard.

Chapter 5

“Who... who said that?” she asked, looking around the bathroom.

“I want him... now!”

Willow knew she had to get to Giles. She wanted to call out his name and found she couldn’t. She turned to the bathroom door and made her way to it.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Willow heard as her body froze. “Ire ad somnus Willow. Tibi voluntas commoneo nihil.” (Go to sleep Willow. You won’t remember anything)

It was the last thing she heard.

“He’s too ripe for the picking for me to let him slip past.”

Willow’s face pouted, as she realized she didn’t have access to the clothes she usually wore when she went out. ‘Oh well, I’ll adapt.’ Running her fingers through her hair, she smiled. This would be fun.

“Come on Willie. I don’t have all day,” Buffy told him, as she increased the grip she had on his shoulder.

“Okay... okay,” he replied.

“That’s more like it. You’re lucky I’m around to hold her back,” Xander said, standing to the left of Buffy.

Willie shook his head.

“I’m waiting,” Buffy said, moving into Willie’s space.

“Um... I don’t have much,” he started to say. “Hold on!” he pleaded as Buffy began to reapply pressure in-between his shoulder blade. “The last guy that was attacked, his complex has security cameras.”

“That’s it?” Xander asked incredulously.

“What do you want from me? I don’t know who this player is. I haven’t heard a thing from my more reliable sources. Whoever it is, she doesn’t want to get caught.”

“Thanks Willie.”

“For nothing,” Xander butted in.

“Let’s go Xander. Giles will want to hear about this,” Buffy said as she started to walk away.

“You are so lucky that we’re in a hurry,” Xander told Willie.


“Amateur,” Willie muttered to himself, as Xander hi-tailed it after Buffy.

Willow’s body left the bathroom and made its way to the living room. She smiled as she noticed Giles pouring over the reports the do-gooder had given to him earlier. She knew she had nothing to worry about the police would never catch her. And as long as she was using Willow, no one would ever suspect her.

‘Life is good,’ she thought to herself. She also knew that she would need to be careful with this one. “Gi... Giles?” she whimpered.

Hearing the distress in Willow’s voice, Giles immediately put down the papers and rushed to her side.

“Willow, what’s wrong?” he said, taking her by the hand.

‘Very good,’ she thought, as she felt the highly charged pheromones leave her body and enter his. “I’m... I’m not sure,” she said, playing her part to perfection.

Giles shook off the momentary dizziness he encountered when he took Willow by the hand and led her to the couch.

‘I must do something about the air conditioning,’ he thought, as the room seemed to get warmer. “Can you make it alright?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she answered, pleased that things were proceeding quite nicely. She stumbled and Giles grabbed her, not allowing her to fall.

‘God, what’s happening to me?’ he asked himself, as he began to feel aroused by the closeness of Willow’s body next to his.

“Giles, are you okay?” she asked innocently.

“Will... Willow. You’ll have to excuse me,” he uttered as his body betrayed him. As he was about to move away, Willow’s hand reached out and took hold of his. Giles shuddered at the contact.

“Do you love her?” he heard.

“Wh... what?” he said, turning around to face Willow.

“Do you love her?”

Something was wrong, terribly wrong. The voice was not Willow’s.

“Do you want her?”

“Ye... Yes,” he answered forcefully.

“Shall I give you this body? Shall I take you to heights you’ve never experienced before?”


“Tibi voluntas commoneo nihil. Adeo ablocare nihil stare inter tibi ac ego,” she whispered softly. (You will remember nothing. Come; let nothing stand between you and I.)

Giles gritted his teeth as he fought against the pull. “Will... Willow... stop... please... not... not... like... this,” he pleaded.

“Adeo, tibi corporeus ac anima metallum,” she told him. (Come, your body and soul are mine.) She trailed her hands down his chest; pleased by the affect it was causing him. You are mine Rupert,” she smiled.


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