BtVS Ficlet: Dark!Willow/Kennedy

[alixtii]

Title: Hue of Dungeons, School of Night
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Dark!Willow/Kennedy.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femslash, nudity, character death, darkfic, violence, extreme BDSM, slavery, voyeurism, implied noncon, and more. I mean, Dark!Willow. You expected puppies and bunny rabbits?
Summary: Their love is so dystopian.
A/N: For buffyverse1000, my own request. Title and lj-cut from William Shakespeare.

Hue of Dungeons, School of Night

When Kennedy's girlfriend went evil, the Slayer had no problem at all going evil with her.

Vi enters, naked except for the enchanted manacles on her ankles and wrists. Her bare ass is covered with red welts from her last spanking; the scars on her back serve as witness to repeated whippings. “She has summoned you, Mistress,” she says to Kennedy.

She does not say Willow’s name. Few dare to do so, anymore. Kennedy nods, stops what she is doing, and makes her way for the door. When Willow summons you, you go.

Sure, she had devoted the majority of her life to training to be the Slayer, training with her Watcher from the age of six and, when she was killed by Bringers, traveling to Sunnydale to take part in the war against the First Evil. Now that she was the Slayer, it was her duty to stand against the forces of evil and stop the spread of darkness, blah, blah, blah. She knew the deal. But true love transcended all that stuff, right?

The stone steps are cold against her bare feet as she makes her way down from the northwest tower. Willow is a traditionalist in some ways, and had insisted on the use of a medieval castle, complete with dungeons and moat, for her impenetrable fortress.

She has to admit, there had been a special thrill, a surge of pride and adrenaline and passion, when she had gone up against Buffy Summers and, after fighting a hard-fought battle, finally succeeded in killing the girl. Same with Faith, and the other dozen-odd Slayers who tried to move against Willow before it became obvious that any attempt to stop the Dark Witch would ultimately prove to be futile. Kennedy was the Slayer, the reigning champion. The best.

She makes her way through the labyrinthine passages, lit only only by the dim torchlight. Suits of armor bearing a dragon-decorated crest line the passageway.

After Kennedy finally succeeded in killing Dawn Summers and Rupert Giles, though, things had become much easier. Roger Wyndam-Pryce had quickly capitulated, allying the Council with Willow. Now they had an entire army of Slayers at their command.

The Slayers on guard outside Willow’s throne room ignore her as she enters. She has entered the room many, many times; her loyalty to the Dark Witch is unquestioned.

Now the world was united under a single rule: Willow's. Peace reigned across the globe. In many ways, Earth was a better place.

Willow smiles when she sees Kennedy, a malicious leer spreading across her features. “Good,” she says, gesturing for Kennedy to come closer. “You’ve come.”

And the sex was so much better. Evil Willow was willing to do things that Kennedy had to wonder how nice safe Willow had ever learned.

It takes but a thought on Willow’s part, not even a word or gesture, and Kennedy finds herself naked. Willow raises a hand, and the courtiers in the throne room quickly depart, leaving the Slayer and the witch alone.

So why was it that Kennedy so often found herself missing the old, good Willow?

Comments

[flurblewig.livejournal.com]

Neat! Nicely evil :-)