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Willow felt eyes on her and glanced around the Bronze. She didn't see anyone watching her and frowned, the feeling not fading. She sighed, her eyes finding her friends. Jesse and Xander were doing what they called dancing, drawing a small smile from her. They were her best friends, but sometimes she wondered how she put up with them. She must really be patient. She saw them smiling at two freshman and knew they were flirting with the pretty girls. She saw the girls giggle and wondered if they would finally get lucky and at least be able to speak to the girls before they were shot down. Deciding she could not stand around and watch yet another shoot down, she got to her feet and caught Xander's attention. She smiled and mouthed the word home as she waved and gave him a thumbs up. He grinned his trademark goofy smile at her and waved back.

She left the Bronze, feeling even more invisible than ever. No one noticed her, not even her friends. They didn't need her, though she knew they liked her. She loved Xander, wishing sometimes that he could look at her the way he looked at the other girls. She knew in her heart that that would never happen, but still she wished it might happen. Without that dream, she would have nothing. Sighing again, she made her way into the night, walking towards home, lost in thought.

She had just entered the park when she felt it again. The feeling of being watched. She turned, again not seeing anyone. She must be going crazy. Xander always teased her, saying she spent too much time studying and not enough time living. Maybe it had finally pushed her over the edge. Shaking her head, she continued walking along the path. She never saw anything until she was pushed to the ground. She looked up, her eyes widening as she saw what appeared to be a man, his face distorted. She screamed, kicking at him as she struggled to get to her feet. It was useless. He was bigger than her and so much stronger. She felt tears of frustration on her face as she felt his hands on her neck. Gasping for air, she again kicked out, not hitting anything.

Suddenly, the man disappeared in front of her. He turned to ash as she gasped for breath, her hands going to her neck as she looked at the ground, trying to breathe. Looking up finally, she pushed the red hair from her face, looking at the person that had saved her in awe. Almost her age, maybe a year older. Blond hair and blue eyes and a sweet smile. "Thank you," Willow said softly.

The blond smiled, her pretty face softening as she looked at Willow. "Welcome. Wasn't very smart wandering around here at night."

"I always walk through here at night," Willow said defensively.

"You've been lucky then," the girl said with a slight smirk.

"Yeah, well, thanks," Willow said again, suddenly feeling silly and stupid.

"Oh, you're hurt," the girl said, leaning down and touching the skinned knee. She looked up, her other hand on Willow's shoulder. "I've been watching you, you know."

"What?" Willow said, looking from her small wound into those blue eyes.

"You're so beautiful, and you don't even realize it," the girl said softly, her eyes moving across Willow's face. "So innocent. I want to taste that innocence. It's been so long.."

"Uh, I think I should get home now," Willow said, gulping at the blatant look of lust in those eyes.

"Why? You're parents are still in Amsterdam aren't they?" the girl asked, smiling at Willow's surprised look. "Ah, my sweet little Willow. Did you think I hadn't learned about you? I know so much, but not all that I want to know. Such fire in those eyes, untapped. I want to unleash it, to play with it, to taste it."

"No," Willow said, shaking her head as she began to back away from the girl. "I'm not like that. I don't have fire. No fire here. Can I go now?"

"I'll let you go, little girl," the blond said, her hand tightening on Willow's shoulder, "but not until I finally have a taste."

With those words, Willow found herself being kissed. It wasn't a sweet, friendly kiss like she was used to. Who was she kidding? She had never been kissed before unless you counted the few times Xander or Jesse had kissed her cheek. This kiss was demanding, strong and passionate. She felt her body responding despite the circumstances. She moaned, leaning into the girl that was kissing her. Everything happened so fast after that. Hands were on her body, clothes were ripped away as fingers caressed every bare inch of skin.

Lips moved from hers, covering her body in kisses. She slumped against the tree, the rocks digging into her back as the girl moved down her body. She cried out and her head went back as lips brushed against the juncture between her thighs. Willow found herself feeling things she had never felt before, not even the times that Xander would casually touch her. Her entire body was on edge, writhing on the ground and thrusting against the pretty blond's face and fingers. Willow felt a tension spread over her, growing worse with every lick and thrust from the girl. Soon, she was crying out as she felt her entire body explode, her eyes staring at the sky overhead. She literally saw stars as she began to gasp for breath. Willow felt a slight pain on her inner thigh and cried out as her body shook again, the girl's tongue licking at her flesh.

The girl moved back up her body, claiming her lips in a savage kiss. Willow's body rubbed against the girl's still clothed form. She felt an ache as she arched against the girl, a low ache building back up inside her. The girl lifted her head, her hands capturing Willow's chin as she trailed her tongue over Willow's mouth. "You're mine, sweetie. I won't take you yet, but soon, I'll come for you. Be ready."

With those words, the girl got up and smiled, licking the juices off of her face as her eyes moved heatedly over Willow's naked form, the clothes laying under her in tatters, her body covered with soft red marks from her lipstick, small bruises forming on her hips underneath the fingerprint marks, a bite on her inner thigh, just below the soft red curls that tasted heavenly. She looked into green eyes, seeing the confusion and questions and lust. Smiling, she continued, "You can't escape me, hon, so don't think you can. I always get what I want. Now, be a good girl and go straight home."

"Who," Willow chewed on her bottom lip, "who are you?"

The girl straightened her white shirt and ran her finger along the pleats in her skirt. She smiled, seeing those tempting lips and had to taste them again. She leaned down, claiming Willow's lips in a rough kiss before pulling away. Her eyes flashed yellow as she listened to the redhead's heart beat racing and the slight scent of fear in the air as she revealed her true face. "I'm yours, lover. And you are mine."

She moved away, knowing that her mark would be sensed by all, keeping the girl protected until she could claim her prize. She had wanted the redhead since seeing her one evening nearly two weeks before. She was proud at her patience in waiting, knowing the perfect opportunity would soon arise to taste her little human. She had been delicious too, such fire burning in that soul. So much like her Angelus. She turned to face her lover, smiling as she walked away, "But, you can just call me Darla."