Title: Leather Alley Author: Meredian Email: mere_dythe@hotmail.com Summary: Just a short fic taking off of the promo for "The Wish" Rating: R Disclaimer: All the show stuff belongs to Joss. Joss is God. I just play with them… and Michelle is mine. Notes: There is a bit of rambling in this fic.. sorry, but I had the urge to ramble. I hope you can make it through. Contains spoilers for the promo… So don’t read if you haven’t seen. Feedback is great. *s indicate thought. -------------------------------The vampire sat up in bed, the smooth satin of the sheets pooling in his lap. He yawned, stretching his arms languidly, his motions catlike in the darkened room. Absently rubbing his bare chest, he smiled, licking his lips gently. It was easy to savor the early evening hours, when the dusk settled on the world like a thin blanket. He ran his hands through his dark hair, emerging from the bed, placing his feet on the cold stone floor. Sauntering over to the rich wood bureau, his pale hand slid out to select some dark leather slacks. As he shrugged his legs into them, feeling the smooth surface mold to his limbs, his mind awoke fully.
And, like a Siamese twin, the bloodlust within him awoke as well, demanding to be satiated. The demon who resided within him willed his face to contort, causing his handsome features to take the shape of the predator who controlled his actions. Baring his fangs, he tensed his muscles in preparation for the hunt. He reached for his shirt, sliding the burgundy satin over his head. As he began to slip the buttons through their holes, he heard the sound of heels tapping softly on the floor. Glancing up, a look of adoration, tinged with lust, passed over his face.
"Are you ready for the hunt, my lovely, delectable dark goddess?" His voice was strained; he had to work to keep his passion from coming out full force.
The woman in the shadows laughed lightly, a silvery sound dancing on the air. She reached up, one leather clad arm brushing a bright lock of hair from her eyes.
"I am always ready for the hunt, my darling…" She smiled slightly, walking slowly over to where the young vampire was standing. Standing on her tiptoes, she brushed her lips over his, causing a shiver of longing to pass through his groin.
Pulling away, moistening her red lips, she spoke again, her voice husky, "So, let’s go… I yearn to be bad."
At that, a smirk passed over Alexander Harris’ face. His dark eyes twinkled brightly, their amusement sparkling.
"Well, more bad than usual," she said, smiling broader. With that, Willow Rosenberg turned around and walked out of the room, her hips swaying, her heeled leather boots clicking on the stone floor.
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The nightclub seemed to shudder from within, the sounds of the band causing the framework to quiver. Many a teenaged student lingered outside of it’s doors, some out for a smoke, some enjoying the cool night air, some intrepid youths huddled in the shadows, kissing and groping heatedly. The night was a typical one at the Bronze, the bouncers doing a brisk business.
As she left through the heavy metal doors, Michelle hunted in her purse for a chapstick. Sliding some of the balm over her lips, she waved goodnight to a group of her friends. As she started for home, her thoughts began to wander. Her test for the next day was an important one; she might be able to get some studying done before she fell asleep. *Not as if it would do much good…* she thought to herself. Ever since her tutor had disappeared a month ago, her grades had begun to drop alarmingly. She supposed she could find a new tutor, in an attempt to salvage the remainder of the semester. But it would be hard to find one as talented as Willow had been. The little red head had been remarkably patient with Michelle, *even though I can sometimes be a bitch.* But when she had disappeared without a trace, Michelle hadn’t known what to do.
Michelle absently pulled her blonde waves back, fastening them with a hair tie. As she turned onto the dimly lit street, her Doc Marten boots making a minimal of noise on the pavement, she turned her mind fully to her missing tutor.
Some had said she was a runaway. But Michelle didn’t buy that. She didn’t know Willow all that well, but she did know that the hacker hadn’t been the runaway sort. She had seemed too content to cut town. But Michelle knew, as she suspected most of Sunnydale’s population knew, that people had a way of disappearing here without a trace. She didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of friends and acquaintances who had disappeared or died in the past few years.
Michelle walked swiftly, her shadow dancing thinly in the light of the streetlights. Her body automatically knew the way: she had taken this path home many times in the past. So she went on autopilot, lost in the labyrinth of her thoughts.
Until an arm snaked around her neck, choking off her air supply. Michelle froze, her body going tense and rigid. She felt cool lips press against her ear, whispering in a voice that carried no warmth.
"Make a sound and I break your neck."
Michelle bit back the scream that was rising to her lips. She could swear she knew that voice, a remnant of an earlier day, but her mind was too frozen to place it.
Suddenly the arm pulled back, pushing harshly against her already battered throat. Dragging her roughly, the attacker brought her into the darkness of the nearby alley. As the black of the night enveloped her, she was thrown to the ground. Landing on her knees, she barely heard the knees of her pants ripping, barely felt the blood begin to ooze from her lacerated skin. All she could hear was the quick thud of blood pounding through her ears.
Looking around wildly, gasping for breath, Michelle tried to catch a glimpse of her attacker. But it seemed as if she was alone in the alley. Struggling to get to her feet, the blonde massaged her damaged windpipe. Suddenly, a sweet voice wafted out of the darkness.
"Did you fall down, Michelle?"
Michelle looked up in shock, her blue eyes wide with amazement. "Willow?" Her mouth trembled, her eyes misting over with tears of fright and emotion. "You’re alive?"
"You could say that," the voice drawled, as a pale form emerged from the shadows. Michelle’s jaw dropped at the sight of her former tutor. Gone was the shy red head, the girl who held a timid loveliness in her innocence. This young woman, hair flaming in the filtered light, red lips moist and sparkling, was darkly beautiful.
The leather clad figure sauntered over to Michelle, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. Michelle was rooted to the ground, all of the color draining from her skin. She couldn’t move, couldn’t lift a hand against the little red head.
Willow laughed lightly, her lips parting. "Did you miss me, little Michelle?"
Michelle’s mouth was dry, devoid of any words. Her eyes were glued to her former tutor, taking in the snugness of her leather bodice, the pale half globes of her lifted breasts. Willow raised up slightly on her toes, flicking her tiny tongue out at Michelle’s earlobe.
"You taste so sweet, Miss Michelle," Willow’s voice was teasing, a current of blatant sensuality running underneath. Michelle could only croak out a small moan of fear. Willow’s head ducked down some, running her lips along Michelle’s throat, trailing kisses and licks along her jumping skin. Michelle could only gasp in fear. But, to her extreme surprise, the blonde also began to feel warmth spreading through her groin. Shocked with herself, she tried to mentally quench the heat that was spreading through her. But she was no match for Willow’s teasing lips, moving their heated touch towards the opening of her shirt.
Letting out a pant of fear, entwined with lust, Michelle squirmed. Willow moved one small hand to the blonde’s crotch. As Willow pressed directly at the clothed clitoris, Michelle jumped. She began to feel wetness seep from between her thighs. Her face flushed as her body unwillingly responded to the red head’s touch.
"Do you like that?" Willow asked, her voice a murmur from where her breath trailed over Michelle’s cleavage.
"Um… uh-huh…" Michelle could barely gasp out the words. She bucked her hips slightly, attempting to rub her throbbing center harder against Willow’s hands. Patches of bright color flared high on her cheeks, burning with each second of growing lust.
Willow pulled away from Michelle, her tongue slicking her lips. She played with the top of her bodice, allowing her white breasts to be lifted even higher. Shaking her fiery hair out of her face, Willow brought her eyes levelly to Michelle’s. Staring at the other girl’s hazy orbs, Willow smiled. The ex-hacker brought her white hands to her own chest, sliding them slowly over the strained leather. Rubbing smoothly, she palmed her breast, arching her neck back in pleasure. Slipping her hands further, moving them over the pane of her stomach, a low moan escaped Willow’s lips. As she pushed her hands deep into the fork between her legs, Willow’s hips bucked forward twice, cracking sharp like pistol shots. Michelle’s eyes bulged with desire, her own hands moving forward to bring release.
Quick as lightning, strong hands shot out from behind Michelle, closing on her wrists. Willow looked up, smiling at the blonde. Her smile held no sunshine.
"I didn’t say you could do that…" Her voice was low, mocking. "Thank you, Xander. Go ahead and eat. I’ve had my fun."
With that, Willow turned and sauntered into the dark. Michelle was forcibly turned, her lust weak legs moving without resistance. Her breath caught in fear as she stared into the face of a yellow eyed demon. He chuckled, then moved fast and lethally, battening down on her neck.
One thought… *Xander??*… passed through Michelle’s mind. Then his fangs sunk deep into her bruised throat, and she knew no more.