Remembrance of my nightbird

Disclaimer: Xander and Willow belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB, and Fox. Jimi Hendrix belongs with the angels, having a kickass time

Distribution: Sure, just let me know if it's going to a whole new world

Notes: this is my rather late attempt at Nightbird's challenge. Hope you like.

Notes part 2: -- denotes a flashback, ~~ are song lyrics

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My midnight muse lies next to me, thoroughly satiated and sleeping soundly. We went out last night as soon as the sun set and quite literally painted the town red with the wonderful blood of the innocents. We raced the sunrise home and collapsed into a sweaty, sticky heap on our bed. All our pent-up erotic energy from feeding erupted and we made love for hours that was both vicious and tender, primal and romantic. We made love, we didn't fuck. We might be soulless demons, but we also love each other with an intensity and passion that borders on insanity sometimes. My Willow fell asleep shortly after we finished cuddling and watching 'Loony Toons'. I found myself unable to sleep, though. I was restless, so I wandered into the sitting room and turned on the stereo. The epic 'Nightbird Flying' began pouring out of the speakers, and I smiled to myself, lost in memories.

-- Summer 1997 -

I saw Willow again tonight. I don't care that everyone thinks that she's dead. I saw her. She was at the park, dressed in all black and what looked like...leather, swinging on the swings. ~ She's just a nightbird flying through the night She's just a nightbird making her midnight, midnight flight

But tomorrow I got to set her free,

Set her free ~

Will's parents are having her memorial service tomorrow morning. I'm supposed to give the eulogy, but I can't. Doing so would admit that she's gone, and she's not. I can still feel her. Willow wouldn't just leave me like that. She couldn't. I saw her, damnit! That librarian guy came to me today, telling me this stuff about demons and vampires and how they're real. I guess he was trying to convince me that Willow was gone, and if I had seen her, that it wasn't my Willow but some vampire who was evil and soulless. What he did was give me hope. I don't care what she is, I just want Willow. She's my life. And if what Mr. Giles said is true, then she'll be my unlife as well. I walk over to my radio and turn it on. A Jimi Hendrix song begins to play.

I go to change the station but a voice behind me says, "No, I like it." It's my Willow, looking like Death's wet dream encased in supple black leather. She turns the music down and sits on my bed, her eyes never leaving mine. I understand that the ball is in my court now, so I turn the music up and sit next to her.

~ So all we got baby is one precious night

All we got is one precious night

Throw away your blues and shoes and things and rings down under the bed

Just wrap me up in your beautiful wings,

You better hear what I say

Please take me through your dreams

Inside your world I want to be ~

"Who did this to you?" I asked, my fingers running through her hair.

She shoved me backward onto the bed and straddled me. "Just some really stupid guy. I killed him this morning, cause he didn't want me to visit you" she pouted. "But now I'm in charge, so I get to have my Xander now. I do love you, you know, and we're going to rule Sunnydale."

I smile up at her. "I love you too, Willow." We begin to kiss with a passion I had no idea existed. We made love for the first time that night, and when we climaxed, Willow bit me. She drained my blood slowly even as she was still writhing on top of me. She took one of her wickedly sharp fingernails and slashed a line at the base of her throat. "Drink, baby. Then we can sail away into the night" she whispered.

-- Present day --

As the song ended I felt her arms wrap around my waist. "Where did you go?" Willow asked, her hair tickling my back.

"Couldn't sleep, so I came in here to listen to some music. Jimi was playing and I started to think." I told her as I pulled her down on to my lap as I sank into the silver suede sofa.

"Mmmm" she purred. "I remember that night. That's when I made you mine." I lifted her wrist to my mouth and bit it ever so gently, watching her eyes turn the beautiful shade of gold that they do. I smiled as her rich, tangy blood filled my mouth and the end of the song played in my mind.

~ Sail on

Sail on

Sail on... ~

With my Willow ruling by my side as my bitch queen, my dark angel, we will sail on. And may someone, somewhere, have mercy on the stupid souls in Sunnydale tonight. Because we sure won't.

The End