'I may be bad, but I feel good.' Sheila, Army of Darkness

        It wasn't pain at first.  Just pinpricks of sensation at her neck,
alerting her to the fact that something was seriously wrong.  Hellmouthy
wrong.  She opened her eyes, seeing nothing at first in the darkness of her
bedroom but definitely feeling the body pressing her into the bed.  She
blinked, trying to adjust to the lack of light, and then she saw the gleaming
white teeth, tinged with blood, slowly realizing that the blood was hers.
She choked off a scream, trying to stay as calm as possible, figure out a way
to save her life, when it was obvious that she was not long for this world.
She squinted in the dark, still hoping that if she knew who her attacker was,
she would somehow get to keep the blood in her body.  The grin of the vampire
on top of her got wider as he seemed to realize what she was doing.  She
recognized that grin.  Any possible screams she might have had quickly died
in her throat.  A voice off to the side spoke then, distracting her.
        'Xander, luv, drain her already.  I like to play as much as you do,
but there are other things we could be doing.'
        Her heart stopped beating, and then sped up rapidly.  Her mind raced
with all the things she had to do as soon as she got herself out of her room.
 Call Buffy and Oz, curse Xander and Giles with their souls, have a good long
cry, get the fuck out of Sunnydale.
        Xander grinned down at her.  'I know, I know.  Places to go, people
to kill.  But this has its own merits.  What did Angelus call her?  Cute and
helpless?'  He growled at her.  She tried to not lose control of her bodily
functions.
        Xander leaned down closer to her prone body, his cold breath hitting
her in the face as he spoke.  He smelled like winter and a butcher shop.  She
held back a shudder.  'Giles, look, the little witch is scared.  Whatcha
gonna do, Will?  Float a pencil at me?'
        She felt tears running down the side of her face, tried to will
herself into being stronger, not giving in.  But it wasn't working.  The
demon with her friend's face was going to kill her.  And she had a fleeting,
insane feeling of elation at the fact that she was not going to die a virgin.
 He straightened up then, straddling her, talking like it was just a normal
evening and nothing was wrong.
        'So, Will, Giles wants me to kill you quickly, but I really want to
talk to you.  Bond before you die.  Air out some truths.'  He barked a
shrill, tinny laugh.  She flinched again.  She heard Giles sigh in the
background.  No, not Giles, just the thing that took his body.  And was
making his body kill people alongside Xanderís body.  Rationalization was
surprisingly easy now.
        'In case you're wondering, I turned the G-man.  I got him during sex.
 Think about it, Will: me.  Giles.  Sex.  You can let the disgust show, it
might make me kill you quicker.'
        She felt the sudden need to turn away, but stopped when she realized
that would be an exercise in stupidity.  His grin became gentler then, a
Xander-smile, the kind she had been seeing since she was in preschool.  It
distracted her momentarily,  so she didnít immediately notice him catching
something Giles tossed to him.  When he showed her the knife, she was brought
back to reality.  She just stared at him, trying to not lose her nerve.  She
could die with a little dignity.
        'Wow, no Willow-rants.  I'm impressed.  The little girl's growing up.
 Let's see.  What else do you need to know?  Buffy sleeping with Oz?  No,
thatís not important.  Your dad having an affair with my mom?  Nah, that
doesn't need to be discussed either.'  He punctuated each of the little
taunts with a slight slash of the dagger across her skin.  The pain was
starting to get to her, partly because she never knew where she would be cut,
and partly because Xander was still smiling at her like she had laughed at
one of his jokes.
        He stopped momentarily and leaned back down to her.  He pressed a
kiss to her lips, and she tasted blood.  Her tears ran quicker.  She felt the
knife pressing at her side, making a deeper cut then he had made before.  He
deepened the kiss, continuing to dig the knife into her flesh.  She cried out
in pain.  He bit her lip, then shoved his cold tongue into her mouth.  She
tried not to gag as she felt her air being cut off.
        He pulled back, and pressed one last, chaste kiss on her lips.  She
continued to cry loudly.  He started to play with the blood leaking from her
side, jamming his fingers into the wound, and giggling when she yelled in
pain.
        'You've broken her.  Are you quite done now?  I had planned to kill
Wesley tonight.'
        Xander shot a look of exasperation at his lover, then looked back
down at Willow, who was crying, bleeding and praying for it all to be over.
        He smirked slightly at her, then dove for her neck.  She closed her
eyes for the last time, and felt the pyrrhic bliss of all her pain draining
away.