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Willow stirred awake after a dreadful few hours of sleep, the clock on her nightstand reading 3:00 am, and discovered that the other side of her bed was yet again empty. The brunette girl sighed and turned on her lamp, laying on her side to stare at the space where her girlfriend(?) had been just hours before.
Traces of Michelle still lingered there, a subtle reminder that the moments they had shared had been real, that Willow hadn’t dreamed it. The imprint of the other girl’s body and her woody, lavender scent still on the sheets and pillow told Willow that much.
It was 3 a.m., and having barely gotten any sleep, Willow felt like a zombie, brain all mush and unable to think clearly, and she blinked back the tears that were stinging at the corner of her eyes. She had gotten too comfortable, been too ingenuous, and now she couldn’t get a good night’s rest without the comfort and warmth of a body beside her.
She had told herself she was fine with just being Michelle’s plaything, with Michelle sneaking out in the middle of the nights they spent together to do God-knows-what with God-knows-who-and-where. She told herself she was okay with “casual”. But somewhere along the line Willow’s feelings grew out of bounds and she fell, fast and far beyond her control.
Despite the other girl’s reluctance to take things further, Willow couldn’t help but want more, and she felt like such a fool.
She knew that things would never change, that Michelle’s love would never be enough for her, and yet she kept coming back every time, kept letting herself hope for the day that things would be different, kept letting Michelle use and abuse her heart, because she was the only one who could.
Despite everything, Michelle was the only person Willow wanted.
She wanted her so badly that it caused her bones to ache, to shake with frustration and desire, so badly that she was willing to let Michelle continue to elude her with this game of cat and mouse, chasing a high that she knew would never come.
Her feelings were so intense that she would toss and turn and wake up at ungodly hours of the night, and she quickly grew cranky, the only person who was able to do anything about it nowhere to be found.
So, throwing the remains of her dignity out the window, Willow pushed aside the covers and got out of bed in search of the only girl capable of turning her into a mindless puppet willing to bend to whatever form she wanted at the moment, all rationality and common sense be damned.
In nothing but her nightgown and slippers, Willow wandered through the woods near her house, not sure exactly what she was doing or where she was going, because she had no idea if she was even going to find Michelle there. Whenever Michelle left her house it was always without a word while she thought Willow was asleep, and she’d never tell her where she’d gone when Willow would ask the following morning.
Willow expected to just walk around for a few minutes and return home, not wanting to stay in the creepy woods longer than necessary. You never knew what was lurking in there, especially at night.
But something startled her enough to stop her in her tracks, making her forget about her plan entirely, and she stared ahead of her with wide eyes.
“You’re a vampire,” she said, but there was no fear or hatred, or even disgust, in her words, just a mild mix of curiosity and excitement.
Michelle whipped her head towards her girlfriend, slack-jawed and dark eyes wide like she had been caught, well, red-handed, because she had. Her canine teeth were sharp and her lips were painted red with fresh blood from the rat she had just been feasting on. Some of the blood had dribbled down her chin and onto her white dress. Her skin, which was usually pale, had become eerily paler, seemingly translucent in the moonlight.
Michelle scrambled to her feet and slowly walked towards Willow with an apprehensive expression, as if she was waiting for the other girl to lash out and attack her.
“Willow,” she squeaked, and when she got closer, Willow could see that her eyes were not only dark but fully black, like her pupils had dilated so much that they’d swallowed her irises whole. In the dim light, she could see Michelle’s blue veins through her thin skin as well. “I can explain!”
“You could've just told me,” Willow stated plainly, not the slightest bit disturbed. “Instead of making me think you didn’t care about me. I would’ve believed you, you know.”
Michelle paused, tilting her head in confusion, and Willow held back a smile at how cute her girlfriend looked in that moment, even with blood smeared all over her face.
“You… you’re not afraid of me?” Michelle asked, relieved and mystified all at once.
“Why should I be? I think it’s cool,” Willow shrugged, a smile spilling out anyway, because she was brimming with adoration for the girl in front of her.
“But, I’m a monster,” Michelle shook her head disbelievingly. She dropped her gaze to her open-palmed hands, revealing that they were also coated with a shiny layer of dark red blood. “Everyone hates monsters. That’s why they have entire holidays dedicated to getting rid of them.”
Michelle looked up when she felt Willow’s hand on her chin, lifting it up so she was forced to meet her eyes. “Michelle,” Willow muttered, low and deep, and there was a sparkle in her eyes, like she was trying not to cry. “I could never hate you.”
Willow swallowed hard, and her eyes fell lower on her girlfriend’s face as she stared at Michelle’s bright red lips. She grinned when she noticed the pale girl trembling at her touch. “Besides,” she added, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this pretty.”
Though she couldn’t see it, she could tell Michelle would be blushing if she had the ability to do so, and Willow’s heart fluttered at the thought of having that effect on her.
“Being a vampire sucks though,” Michelle pouted, leaning into her girlfriend’s hand and placing her own slender, bony hand over Willow’s. “I can’t eat anything other than dead animals. It’s so gross.”
Willow hummed in surprise. “You haven’t had human blood before?”
Michelle shot her a horrified look. “Of course not!” she shuddered at the thought, like it was completely inconceivable. “I would never want to harm a living human being, and there’s no way I’m digging around for dead ones!”
Willow’s face lit up and her smile stretched impossibly wider as she got an idea. “You can try mine,” she whispered hopefully, the fact that she’d potentially be the first human Michelle drank from sending a warm rush through her body, and she didn’t hate it.
Michelle frowned and removed Willow’s hand from her face as she shook her head again. “No, I couldn’t do that to you. The last thing I want is to see you hurt.”
“It’s okay,” Willow insisted in a firm, borderline whiny, tone. She didn’t understand why, but Michelle’s hesitance was almost offensive to her. She wanted Michelle to do it, wanted to feel the thrill of her girlfriend sinking her sharp teeth into the side of her neck, biting and sucking until the pain turned to pleasure. “I don’t mind. I’m asking you to do it. Please?”
She snaked a hand up Michelle’s arm until she reached the side of her neck, where she rested it limply, and stroked the area behind her ear. Michelle felt so cold, colder than normal humans should be.
The gentle touch seemed to spark a carnivorous instinct in Michelle, who licked her lips hungrily as she stared at the bare skin of Willow’s neck and bit into it, wrapping her arms around the brunette’s waist and pulling her closer to her.
The sudden pinch elicited a slight yelp from Willow, who relaxed her shoulders as Michelle went to work, sucking and nibbling at first her neck, then down to her shoulder, leaving a trail of marks and planting sloppy yet soft kisses at their wake as a subtle apology for any pain she made Willow feel. She closed her eyes and sighed as her hands gravitated to Michelle’s silky black hair, which she tugged at lightly. Michelle took this as an invitation to keep going, and she sucked her neck a little harder without trepidation or concern that she was hurting Willow.
When she’d had her fill, Michelle pulled away and dropped her hands from Willow's waist, and Willow almost felt slighted by the abrupt withdrawal of touch. Michelle wiped the blood from her mouth with her sleeve and looked Willow over, admiring her handiwork with a small smile. Willow’s neck was red and raw from where Michelle’s teeth had found their way into her skin. “You sure that was okay?” she asked, and Willow could tell she was a little nervous to hear the answer.
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly, pulling Michelle in for a gentle kiss. “You can do that more, you know,” she mumbled against her girlfriend’s lips. “Anytime you want.”
Skeptical, Michelle pulled back a bit, and Willow whined as she tried to bring their lips back together. “Anytime?” she echoed, eyebrows furrowed in doubt.
“Anytime.” Willow repeated more confidently this time and took it upon herself to start planting kisses against Michelle’s eyes, nose, and jaw, noticing how sensitive she was once she got to her neck.
“But… what if you can’t take it? What if it gets to be too much-“
Michelle’s question got caught in her throat as she hissed, a dull ache stinging her neck where Willow had just bitten her. Willow returned the favor, kissing and nibbling the skin between Michelle’s shoulder and neck with urgency, and sighed with pleasure when she saw Michelle peering down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, her red lips parted ever so slightly.
She pulled back and smirked, eyes bright as Michelle stared back at her with an expression that could only be described as pure shock. “See?” Willow laughed, light and playful. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Unexpectedly, a bright pink blush spread over Michelle’s face and ears, bringing color to her otherwise lifeless face. Michelle groaned in embarrassment and buried her head in her girlfriend’s chest, but nodded anyway. Though the position was awkward since Michelle was the taller of the two girls, Willow laughed again and kissed the top of her girlfriend’s head, wrapping her arms around her thin body in a warm hug.
As she absentmindedly played with Michelle’s hair with one hand, all Willow could think about was how much she couldn’t help but love the girl who currently resided in her arms, monster or not.
And it filled her with a smug sense of satisfaction that she got to be Michelle’s first willing victim, that she was the first and only person Michelle would ever get to taste, that she was the one Michelle loved back.