FIC: Fixated, W/S, NC-17, 3/?
Title: Fixated
Author: Twilight’s Mistresses
E-mail: Dark Lycoris dark_lycoris@sbcglobal.net & Vallkiran vallkiran@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Distribution: Joss 10K
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: Angelus returns, but things don’t go quite like you remember. Who will get what they want in the end?
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Willow picked up her pace as she made her way down the dark street. She didn’t know what happened. Buffy was supposed to meet her, but her best friend never showed up. And Willow couldn’t wait any longer. It was after midnight when she finally made up her mind to risk walking home alone. She knew that she shouldn’t, but she had to go home.
Since Angelus new attention toward her Willow was no longer allowed to go any where alone and she had been waiting for Buffy at the school for over three hours before she armed herself with a trusty cross and a bottle of holy water. The stake that Buffy had jokingly given her with ‘Willow’s NEW best friend’ carved in the handle was tucked in the waistband of her pants, just like Buffy had showed her. Only a few more blocks and she would be home free.
About four blocks or so from home, she began to feel the weight of eyes on her. Willow knew that whoever it was had been following her. She had felt it from the moment she had been too far from the school to go back, and yet too far from home to just make a run for it. If she did try to bolt now, she knew she would never make it. She was hoping that if she kept moving like she didn’t know that someone was out there, then maybe she would make it. The redhead didn’t want to encourage her stalker to make a move because she ran.
She heard a movement to her right, making her heart pound in her chest. Who or whatever it was that was out there was getting closer. The redhead froze, letting her fear well up inside her, slowing her feet to a stop. She wanted to make her feet keep moving, but her body wasn’t listening. Willow could feel it in her bones: she had made a mistake. It was Angelus. She should have known better. Now it was too late to change what was about to happen. He was going to follow her until she almost made it to her house. Then he would grab her, seconds from her safety.
How could she have been so stupid? The redhead closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm her nerves. She really needed to stay calm. Now was not the time to panic. She should have just slept on the couch in Giles’ office. It would have been better than dying. Willow had just decided to make a run for it and hope that she made it to her house when Buffy stepped out from the shadows off to her right.
“Buffy!” Willow exclaimed. She was thinking the worse and here it had only been her best friend. Willow breathed a sigh of relief. Things could be so much worse.
“What are doing out here alone?” The slayer asked.
“I waited and waited for you to show up. When you didn’t I had to try and get home.” Willow said, trying to make Buffy understand that if she had shown up like she said she would, Then she would have been out here alone. Then Willow felt a brief moment of irritation about the way Buffy was acting. It was just so out of character.
“Why?” The slayer asked, cocky her head to one side.
“I left all of my homework at my house, and I couldn’t show up for school wearing the same clothes as today.” Willow could feel the weight of her friend’s stare, and something about it was very unsettling. The redhead dropped her head. “You know how Cordelia and the other girls tease me.”
Willow tried to keep her voice light to hide the pain this teasing still caused. Though she had to admit; Cordelia had been much better now that she and Xander were dating. “I couldn’t just show up in the same stuff as yesterday. They would never let me live it down.”
“So clothes and homework are worth dying for?” Buffy asked as she moved forward. “Or are you looking to get some time alone with Angelus?”
Willow had expected some comment from her best friend about the redhead wanting her homework, followed up by “Can I copy it?” She had not expected some comment about her wanting Angelus’ attention. Willow was starting to feel like she had lost her way and been sucked into a slightly different dimension. Something was different about Buffy tonight. Something that Willow couldn’t identify by just looking at the blonde, but it was there in the way she moved, the way she was looking and talking to the hacker.
“Why would you say something like that to me?” Willow asked as her eyes filled with tears. Without realizing, it she took a step back from her friend. ”You know I don’t want anything to do with Angelus. I didn’t ask for any of this to happen.”
Buffy’s smile was cold, one Willow had never seen grace the features of her friend’s face before, and shrugged. “I just thought that maybe there was more to you being out here alone than you wanted me to know, is all.” With that, Buffy began to walk ahead, never glancing backwards. She just knew the redhead would follow her.
“Are you okay?” Willow asked once she was walking next to her friend. She turned to really look at the slayer. It was all there: the looks, the way she moved. But still, something inside of Willow was letting her know that there was a reason to be wary of the girl walking next to her. There was just something not right.
The slayer merely nodded and keep walking. She could feel Willow’s stare and knew that the less that was said, the better. She needed to make her move and get the girl back to the boss before something went wrong.
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Spike stood in the shadows, watching the redhead make her way towards her home. He had wanted to go to her as soon as he had seen her. ‘What the hell was she doing out walking alone?’ The blond could feel his anger welling up inside of him. ‘Why hadn’t she listened?’ He knew it would be a huge risk to go to her while they were out in the open, but, at the same time, he wanted to speak with her.
She knew better than this. Spike knew that she was smarter then this. He could be seen by one of Angelus’ minions and blow his cover, putting Willow in more danger then she already was. For the moment, he had to wait and bide his time.
Spike watched as the slayer stepped from the shadows. There was no need for him to stick his neck out just yet. He could stay the silent observer and wait until Willow was home and alone to talk with her. Now all he had to do was watch them and make sure they made it home.
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When they came to the corner, Buffy turned left instead of going straight which would have lead the to Willow’s house.
“Buffy, where are you going? My house is this way,” Willow asked.
The slayer turned back to the redhead. The girl was looking at her like she had grown a second head. She should have let the other girl lead. “I forgot . . . ”
“You forgot?” Willow asked as she shifted from foot to foot. Something really wasn’t right here. She had never seen Buffy act like this.
The creature knew it had made a mistake. One that would cost it the prize. It was not the strongest of demons, so overpowering the girl was not an option. Normally it would just shift its shape again and be done with it, but that wouldn’t work with the girl looking right at it, and besides, the boss hadn’t given it any other DNA to copy. So now it was going to have play it by ear.
The girl was just standing there looking at her as if she had grown a second head. It cursed under its breath, shouldn’t have let the redhead lead the way. Now its cover was blown. This hadn’t been where it wanted to make a move. Too late to turn back now, ending it here and now was about the option left.
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Spike watched from the shadows as the two made there way toward Willow’s house. He circled in front of the girls, being sure to keep them in his sights at all times. Once he was down wind of them, he reached out with all of his senses . He couldn’t feel the signature that went along with a slayer. No matter how hard he tried, he just could seem to find that little thing that made most vampires steer clear of these girls. He watched the redhead as she regarded the girl that walked beside her. The slayer seemed to be uncomfortable in her skin. Her movements seemed to be forced. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something that he was missing. There had to be.
Spike was no longer watching the redhead. His eyes were solely focused on the slayer. She seemed different. He kept reaching out with his vampire senses, and he couldn’t seem to feel her power. Oh, there was power there; just not the kind that he would have tied to a slayer, and something about it reminded him of something. He just couldn’t remember where he had been the last time he had run across it before. The blond vampire didn’t move to close the distance between the two girls and himself until he saw the slayer reach for the redhead. Something was wrong here. He knew what it looked like when someone had violence on their mind.
Now, as he stood there, he wondered how he could have been so stupid. Angelus had been bragging that he had the perfect way to get to the redhead. He had had to call in a favor from an old friend to get it done, but his grandsire was determined to have her. Even if her friends had tightened their guard on her, Spike knew that she wasn’t safe. Angelus had laughed in Spike’s face as he swirled Drusilla around the floor when he had told them of his plan. His grand-sire had been so sure that this plan would slip under their radar. Angelus vampire had been so sure that he would succeed this time. Spike had been forced to sit in that damn wheelchair and listen to the bastard brag. His grad-sire had been so full of himself last night. He had taken Dru to his bed and made more noise than was necessary just to needle Spike. But as Spike stood there in the dark, he knew what Angelus had done. Spike didn’t waste any time. He headed toward the girls. He could feel his demon taking great joy in foiling Angelus’ plan.
Willow just about jumped out of skin when Spike stepped out of shadows.
“Hello, Red. How is my girl tonight?”
“Spike!” The slayer hissed, cutting off any reply that Willow might have had. “It’s been awhile since we last saw each other. Did the boss send you down to keep an eye on me?”
Willow stiffened and took step away from Buffy.
Spike stepped closer to Willow, his hand snaking out to grab hers and dragged her towards him. He knew the demon wasn’t as strong as he was, but wouldn’t think twice about killing Willow and running just to keep its own hide intack. “Like I said, I was just checking on my girl.” His moves were filled with cocky arrogance.
“Is she your girl now? Because that isn’t what I’ve been told.” There was a higher pitch to the slayer’s voice now.
“Yeah. She didn’t tell you?” Spike taunted as he pulled the redhead closer to him, stepping in behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulling her flush against his front.
Willow didn’t know what to say. Spike seemed to be trying to get her away form the Buffy, and she didn’t know why. But for some reason she was glad that he was there. Buffy seemed to be out of sorts tonight.
“Does your master know that you are out and about?” The slayer hissed again motioning to the vampire’s legs at the same time. Without a thought, Willow found herself moving back into Spike’s solid frame a little bit more as she started to realize that this wasn’t her friend.
The blond vampire let a chilling smile cover his features. “No mate, he doesn’t know. And you are bloody well not gonna tell him.”
“Oh, and what are you going to do to stop me? I have known Angelus for a long time and seen what he has done to revenge himself on those you have done less to earn it. Yet here you are telling that this little slip of a girl is yours. I have listened to the way he talks about this one.” The creature waved his hand at the redhead. “He won’t take this lightly. Is she really worth what will happen when your master finds out what you have been up to?”
The comment from the demon was met with a cruel laugh from Spike. “He isn’t my master. He’s yours. And I think you’re afraid of what will happen when he learns that you have failed him.”
“I hold no fear of Angelus.”
“Is that right?”
Willow noticed that the longer Spike and “Buffy,” talked the more apparent it became that this wasn’t Buffy. “Spike? That isn’t Buffy, is it?”
“No, luv, it isn’t.”
“Then what is it?” Willow asked with fear with her voice.
“Well, my dear, I guess in human terms you could say that I am a friend of the family.”
“More like a pet dog that followed you home one night. And it doesn’t matter how many times you kick the bloody mutt, it keeps coming back for more,” Spike said.
The demon glared at Spike but continued on as if he hadn’t heard the vampire’s comment. Besides, the demon knew the game was over. He couldn’t fool either of them any longer. He had felt the vampire following them. He had thought that Angelus had sent someone to follow him and make sure that he was holding up his end of the bargain. But that hadn’t been the case. “I was sent by your master to retrieve you. You are the prize that he wishes to receive,” the demon told Willow as it began to shift its true form.
Willow sucked in her breath as she watched her friend’s skin begin to boil and pop. It looked as if the inside of the body was so hot the skin was only a container that was beginning to give in to the heat. She wondered briefly if this is what would happen if one’s body began to internally combust.
Spike knew it was now or never. Tha-us demons were at their weakest when they were shifting form. He pushed Willow to one side and closed the gap between himself and the demon. He didn’t look back when he heard her hiss at she hit the ground on her hands and knees. It only took a moment for to snap its neck. They were not the strongest of demons; not even as strong as a minion. Their real talent came from the fact that they could take on any shape they wanted. All they needed was a small bit of DNA. Anything would work, even a piece of hair.
Willow watched in morbid fascination as Spike killed the demon. His hand sunk into its chest with a sickening crunching sound, and ripped the purple heart from its chest cavity. Willow watched as her friend’s body returned completely to the form that of a small four foot demon with bumps and scales all over. Spike reached back and threw the still beating heart as hard and as far as he could away from the body. He moved back as the body began to burn from the inside out. Then he turned his attention to the girl that now stood with her mouth hanging open. She had seen a lot of things, living on the hellmouth, and just when it felt like nothing would surprise her anymore, something did.
“What the bloody hell were you thinking?” His voice told her, without a doubt, that he was just barely in control of his rage. And by the way things had worked out, he had every right to be.
Willow started to back up. “ I . . .I”
Spike lunged for her and grabbed her by the hair as she attempted to move away from him, only letting go of her hair when he grabbed onto her wrist, dragging her toward her house.
“I bleedin’ told you to stay with your friends. Tell me, was there something in that statement that you couldn’t understand?”
Willow could feel the pain of his grip climbing up her arm. He was very angry with her, and she couldn’t really blame him. She had taken a risk and now she was going to pay for it. She could feel his rage and it was all directed towards her. She felt the tears forming in her eyes as she half-walked and was half-dragged behind him. She couldn’t really keep up with the pace he had set, and when she fell behind he would give her arm a hard jerk. She was afraid of what he was going to do when he stopped long enough to realize that they were alone. She hadn’t felt any real fear of him since the night he had given her the spell, but now she could feel fear growing inside of her. She knew she was in trouble, and he was going to make sure she learned something form this. She could feel it.
Spike was cursing under his breath as he gave her arm one more jerk. He trudged across her lawn, pulled her up to stand next to him and began to climb up her trellis.
“Ah, Spike . . .” He turned and glared at her. Willow knew with just one look that she was better off keeping her mouth shut and doing whatever he wanted her to.
Once he was up on the balcony, he reached back and grabbed her shoulders, hauling her up onto the flat surface. He spun her around so that she was face to face with him.
“Do you even know how close you came to death tonight?” he growled at her.
“I know what I did was stupid. I should have just waited, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to come home.”
She didn’t even get to finish was she was saying before he started to shake her. She could feel her head slapping back and forth with the force of the motion as he spoke each word.
“I am not doing what I am doing just so you can run around after dark like a child who doesn’t have to listen to her parents.” He shoved her away from him. “Bloody hell, woman; what were you thinking? Do you really want Angelus rutting around between your legs? Do you want to find yourself chained to his bed while he fucks your body until there is nothing left of you? And that will only be the start. It will drive Dru crazy to see you in his bed and she will go after you. . . or worse yet, he will share you with her. Are you ready for that?” He was yelling now. He let go and took a step away from her. If he didn’t, he was going to hurt her.
Willow felt the tears start to pour from her eyes. She had thought that she could make it home and nothing would happen. Then she had run into what she thought was Buffy, and thought that everything was going to be all right. But then Spike had stepped out of the shadows, and Buffy hadn’t been Buffy. And now she was on her balcony and Spike was pacing back and forth. Willow sunk to the floor. Things couldn’t get much worse.
Spike turned to look at her. She sat there on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest, rocking back and forth with tears falling freely from her eyes. She was scared. It was so easy to tell. He found himself enjoying it. He wanted her afraid. He wanted her to be very afraid. He needed her to know how close she came to meeting his grandsire on a playing field where he would destroy her. Spike didn’t want the time he was putting into his plan to be wasted, and she didn’t seem to get that.
Willow felt herself being hauled up. “Do you know how close you came to dieing tonight? Do you know that that demon was going to drag you right back to Angelus?”
Willow was scared by the way he was acting. He didn’t seem to be in control. He was very angry with her. She could feel it. He was hanging on by a thread.
When she didn’t respond to him he began to shake her again. “Are you listening to me?”
Willow could only nod.
“Does that mean that you have learned something, or do you like the thought of a demon tying you to a bed and fucking you into the mattress? Because if that is what you are looking for . . .”
Before Willow could respond he was kissing her. His lips were demanding that she open herself to him. When she tried to breathe he took that as his opening, and she felt like he was sucking the life out of her. Willow found her fingers curling into the leather of his coat. She was taking everything he was showing her and trying to give it back to him.
Spike felt her hands on his coat and then she sagged against his body. He found his arms going around her waist to support her as he deepened the kiss. Willow pulled her mouth away from his and began panting for much needed air. She heard him growl.
It had been too long. He hadn’t tasted anything so sweet in way too long, and he wanted more. He wanted to taste all of her. As soon as he felt she had gotten enough air, he captured her lips again. Teaching her an ancient dance of mouths that she had never thought she would be lucky enough to endure. When he released her lips for the second time, he looked down at her face. She was just a child. He pushed her away, turning her back on her. He was disgusted with himself. This is what his life had pushed him into: making out with a child in the dark.
Willow was wide-eyed and panting. “Spike?”
It was the innocence of her voice that did it to him. In that one moment, she had reminded him of Dru. The soft tone of her voice brought memories of his sire from when she was most like the child she had been when Angelus had turned her. Spike knew that he hadn’t been around when that had happened, but when she would return to that state Angelus took the most pleasure in fucking her. He had told Spike one time that was why he had done what he had to her. So that for the rest of her existence he would have the pleasure of doing the child again and again.
He laughed to himself, what he planed for the redhead didn’t compare to what his grand-sire had done to his sire. It didn’t matter that she was still just a child. She had the mind of a person twice her age and that is what he was going to focus on. This wasn’t about her; it was about that prick of a grandsire of his. He turned back to Willow and kissed her again, this time using less force. He would be able to show her everything that he liked. He would train her to be his and his only. When Angelus was gone and out of the picture, he’d make sure that Dru would not harm his new pet.
The blond broke the kiss to let her breathe. It was something that he would have to get used to. He kissed along her jaw and down her neck, his lips and tongue doing things to her skin that she hadn’t even know could be done. She was weak in his arms.
“Spike.” Willow felt like she in the middle of a war. Her mind on one side and her body on the other. Her mind was screaming for her to push him away and get inside of the house where she would be safe, and her body was aching for his touch more, than she thought was possible. She wanted more, and in the end, her body won.
He stopped and looked up at her. His demon was in place, his golden eyes were boring into hers.
“I don’t want to end up in Angelus’ bed. I am sorry I took the chance. It won’t happen again.”
“You better not. If you do, I will wash my hands of you and let Angelus do all the things he has been talking about for the last week. I won’t mind your screams. As matter of fact, he might even let me watch.” He felt the girl stiffen in his arms. Good, maybe he had finally gotten his point across.
He released her and stepped back. “I better go before Angelus comes looking for you. Besides, it is only a matter of time before he finds out that the demon was killed and that whoever killed it knew what they were doing. It isn’t every day that someone knows to rip the heart from the demon’s chest while they are still alive and keep away from the body while it burns.”
Spike reached for the edge of the balcony when the sound of Willow’s voice stopped him.
“Be careful, Spike. I never meant for you to put yourself in danger because of me,” she whispered softly.
Spike didn’t respond, he just dropped over the edge of the balcony into the darkness.
TBC
Author: Twilight’s Mistresses
E-mail: Dark Lycoris dark_lycoris@sbcglobal.net & Vallkiran vallkiran@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Distribution: Joss 10K
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: Angelus returns, but things don’t go quite like you remember. Who will get what they want in the end?
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Willow picked up her pace as she made her way down the dark street. She didn’t know what happened. Buffy was supposed to meet her, but her best friend never showed up. And Willow couldn’t wait any longer. It was after midnight when she finally made up her mind to risk walking home alone. She knew that she shouldn’t, but she had to go home.
Since Angelus new attention toward her Willow was no longer allowed to go any where alone and she had been waiting for Buffy at the school for over three hours before she armed herself with a trusty cross and a bottle of holy water. The stake that Buffy had jokingly given her with ‘Willow’s NEW best friend’ carved in the handle was tucked in the waistband of her pants, just like Buffy had showed her. Only a few more blocks and she would be home free.
About four blocks or so from home, she began to feel the weight of eyes on her. Willow knew that whoever it was had been following her. She had felt it from the moment she had been too far from the school to go back, and yet too far from home to just make a run for it. If she did try to bolt now, she knew she would never make it. She was hoping that if she kept moving like she didn’t know that someone was out there, then maybe she would make it. The redhead didn’t want to encourage her stalker to make a move because she ran.
She heard a movement to her right, making her heart pound in her chest. Who or whatever it was that was out there was getting closer. The redhead froze, letting her fear well up inside her, slowing her feet to a stop. She wanted to make her feet keep moving, but her body wasn’t listening. Willow could feel it in her bones: she had made a mistake. It was Angelus. She should have known better. Now it was too late to change what was about to happen. He was going to follow her until she almost made it to her house. Then he would grab her, seconds from her safety.
How could she have been so stupid? The redhead closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm her nerves. She really needed to stay calm. Now was not the time to panic. She should have just slept on the couch in Giles’ office. It would have been better than dying. Willow had just decided to make a run for it and hope that she made it to her house when Buffy stepped out from the shadows off to her right.
“Buffy!” Willow exclaimed. She was thinking the worse and here it had only been her best friend. Willow breathed a sigh of relief. Things could be so much worse.
“What are doing out here alone?” The slayer asked.
“I waited and waited for you to show up. When you didn’t I had to try and get home.” Willow said, trying to make Buffy understand that if she had shown up like she said she would, Then she would have been out here alone. Then Willow felt a brief moment of irritation about the way Buffy was acting. It was just so out of character.
“Why?” The slayer asked, cocky her head to one side.
“I left all of my homework at my house, and I couldn’t show up for school wearing the same clothes as today.” Willow could feel the weight of her friend’s stare, and something about it was very unsettling. The redhead dropped her head. “You know how Cordelia and the other girls tease me.”
Willow tried to keep her voice light to hide the pain this teasing still caused. Though she had to admit; Cordelia had been much better now that she and Xander were dating. “I couldn’t just show up in the same stuff as yesterday. They would never let me live it down.”
“So clothes and homework are worth dying for?” Buffy asked as she moved forward. “Or are you looking to get some time alone with Angelus?”
Willow had expected some comment from her best friend about the redhead wanting her homework, followed up by “Can I copy it?” She had not expected some comment about her wanting Angelus’ attention. Willow was starting to feel like she had lost her way and been sucked into a slightly different dimension. Something was different about Buffy tonight. Something that Willow couldn’t identify by just looking at the blonde, but it was there in the way she moved, the way she was looking and talking to the hacker.
“Why would you say something like that to me?” Willow asked as her eyes filled with tears. Without realizing, it she took a step back from her friend. ”You know I don’t want anything to do with Angelus. I didn’t ask for any of this to happen.”
Buffy’s smile was cold, one Willow had never seen grace the features of her friend’s face before, and shrugged. “I just thought that maybe there was more to you being out here alone than you wanted me to know, is all.” With that, Buffy began to walk ahead, never glancing backwards. She just knew the redhead would follow her.
“Are you okay?” Willow asked once she was walking next to her friend. She turned to really look at the slayer. It was all there: the looks, the way she moved. But still, something inside of Willow was letting her know that there was a reason to be wary of the girl walking next to her. There was just something not right.
The slayer merely nodded and keep walking. She could feel Willow’s stare and knew that the less that was said, the better. She needed to make her move and get the girl back to the boss before something went wrong.
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Spike stood in the shadows, watching the redhead make her way towards her home. He had wanted to go to her as soon as he had seen her. ‘What the hell was she doing out walking alone?’ The blond could feel his anger welling up inside of him. ‘Why hadn’t she listened?’ He knew it would be a huge risk to go to her while they were out in the open, but, at the same time, he wanted to speak with her.
She knew better than this. Spike knew that she was smarter then this. He could be seen by one of Angelus’ minions and blow his cover, putting Willow in more danger then she already was. For the moment, he had to wait and bide his time.
Spike watched as the slayer stepped from the shadows. There was no need for him to stick his neck out just yet. He could stay the silent observer and wait until Willow was home and alone to talk with her. Now all he had to do was watch them and make sure they made it home.
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When they came to the corner, Buffy turned left instead of going straight which would have lead the to Willow’s house.
“Buffy, where are you going? My house is this way,” Willow asked.
The slayer turned back to the redhead. The girl was looking at her like she had grown a second head. She should have let the other girl lead. “I forgot . . . ”
“You forgot?” Willow asked as she shifted from foot to foot. Something really wasn’t right here. She had never seen Buffy act like this.
The creature knew it had made a mistake. One that would cost it the prize. It was not the strongest of demons, so overpowering the girl was not an option. Normally it would just shift its shape again and be done with it, but that wouldn’t work with the girl looking right at it, and besides, the boss hadn’t given it any other DNA to copy. So now it was going to have play it by ear.
The girl was just standing there looking at her as if she had grown a second head. It cursed under its breath, shouldn’t have let the redhead lead the way. Now its cover was blown. This hadn’t been where it wanted to make a move. Too late to turn back now, ending it here and now was about the option left.
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Spike watched from the shadows as the two made there way toward Willow’s house. He circled in front of the girls, being sure to keep them in his sights at all times. Once he was down wind of them, he reached out with all of his senses . He couldn’t feel the signature that went along with a slayer. No matter how hard he tried, he just could seem to find that little thing that made most vampires steer clear of these girls. He watched the redhead as she regarded the girl that walked beside her. The slayer seemed to be uncomfortable in her skin. Her movements seemed to be forced. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something that he was missing. There had to be.
Spike was no longer watching the redhead. His eyes were solely focused on the slayer. She seemed different. He kept reaching out with his vampire senses, and he couldn’t seem to feel her power. Oh, there was power there; just not the kind that he would have tied to a slayer, and something about it reminded him of something. He just couldn’t remember where he had been the last time he had run across it before. The blond vampire didn’t move to close the distance between the two girls and himself until he saw the slayer reach for the redhead. Something was wrong here. He knew what it looked like when someone had violence on their mind.
Now, as he stood there, he wondered how he could have been so stupid. Angelus had been bragging that he had the perfect way to get to the redhead. He had had to call in a favor from an old friend to get it done, but his grandsire was determined to have her. Even if her friends had tightened their guard on her, Spike knew that she wasn’t safe. Angelus had laughed in Spike’s face as he swirled Drusilla around the floor when he had told them of his plan. His grand-sire had been so sure that this plan would slip under their radar. Angelus vampire had been so sure that he would succeed this time. Spike had been forced to sit in that damn wheelchair and listen to the bastard brag. His grad-sire had been so full of himself last night. He had taken Dru to his bed and made more noise than was necessary just to needle Spike. But as Spike stood there in the dark, he knew what Angelus had done. Spike didn’t waste any time. He headed toward the girls. He could feel his demon taking great joy in foiling Angelus’ plan.
Willow just about jumped out of skin when Spike stepped out of shadows.
“Hello, Red. How is my girl tonight?”
“Spike!” The slayer hissed, cutting off any reply that Willow might have had. “It’s been awhile since we last saw each other. Did the boss send you down to keep an eye on me?”
Willow stiffened and took step away from Buffy.
Spike stepped closer to Willow, his hand snaking out to grab hers and dragged her towards him. He knew the demon wasn’t as strong as he was, but wouldn’t think twice about killing Willow and running just to keep its own hide intack. “Like I said, I was just checking on my girl.” His moves were filled with cocky arrogance.
“Is she your girl now? Because that isn’t what I’ve been told.” There was a higher pitch to the slayer’s voice now.
“Yeah. She didn’t tell you?” Spike taunted as he pulled the redhead closer to him, stepping in behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulling her flush against his front.
Willow didn’t know what to say. Spike seemed to be trying to get her away form the Buffy, and she didn’t know why. But for some reason she was glad that he was there. Buffy seemed to be out of sorts tonight.
“Does your master know that you are out and about?” The slayer hissed again motioning to the vampire’s legs at the same time. Without a thought, Willow found herself moving back into Spike’s solid frame a little bit more as she started to realize that this wasn’t her friend.
The blond vampire let a chilling smile cover his features. “No mate, he doesn’t know. And you are bloody well not gonna tell him.”
“Oh, and what are you going to do to stop me? I have known Angelus for a long time and seen what he has done to revenge himself on those you have done less to earn it. Yet here you are telling that this little slip of a girl is yours. I have listened to the way he talks about this one.” The creature waved his hand at the redhead. “He won’t take this lightly. Is she really worth what will happen when your master finds out what you have been up to?”
The comment from the demon was met with a cruel laugh from Spike. “He isn’t my master. He’s yours. And I think you’re afraid of what will happen when he learns that you have failed him.”
“I hold no fear of Angelus.”
“Is that right?”
Willow noticed that the longer Spike and “Buffy,” talked the more apparent it became that this wasn’t Buffy. “Spike? That isn’t Buffy, is it?”
“No, luv, it isn’t.”
“Then what is it?” Willow asked with fear with her voice.
“Well, my dear, I guess in human terms you could say that I am a friend of the family.”
“More like a pet dog that followed you home one night. And it doesn’t matter how many times you kick the bloody mutt, it keeps coming back for more,” Spike said.
The demon glared at Spike but continued on as if he hadn’t heard the vampire’s comment. Besides, the demon knew the game was over. He couldn’t fool either of them any longer. He had felt the vampire following them. He had thought that Angelus had sent someone to follow him and make sure that he was holding up his end of the bargain. But that hadn’t been the case. “I was sent by your master to retrieve you. You are the prize that he wishes to receive,” the demon told Willow as it began to shift its true form.
Willow sucked in her breath as she watched her friend’s skin begin to boil and pop. It looked as if the inside of the body was so hot the skin was only a container that was beginning to give in to the heat. She wondered briefly if this is what would happen if one’s body began to internally combust.
Spike knew it was now or never. Tha-us demons were at their weakest when they were shifting form. He pushed Willow to one side and closed the gap between himself and the demon. He didn’t look back when he heard her hiss at she hit the ground on her hands and knees. It only took a moment for to snap its neck. They were not the strongest of demons; not even as strong as a minion. Their real talent came from the fact that they could take on any shape they wanted. All they needed was a small bit of DNA. Anything would work, even a piece of hair.
Willow watched in morbid fascination as Spike killed the demon. His hand sunk into its chest with a sickening crunching sound, and ripped the purple heart from its chest cavity. Willow watched as her friend’s body returned completely to the form that of a small four foot demon with bumps and scales all over. Spike reached back and threw the still beating heart as hard and as far as he could away from the body. He moved back as the body began to burn from the inside out. Then he turned his attention to the girl that now stood with her mouth hanging open. She had seen a lot of things, living on the hellmouth, and just when it felt like nothing would surprise her anymore, something did.
“What the bloody hell were you thinking?” His voice told her, without a doubt, that he was just barely in control of his rage. And by the way things had worked out, he had every right to be.
Willow started to back up. “ I . . .I”
Spike lunged for her and grabbed her by the hair as she attempted to move away from him, only letting go of her hair when he grabbed onto her wrist, dragging her toward her house.
“I bleedin’ told you to stay with your friends. Tell me, was there something in that statement that you couldn’t understand?”
Willow could feel the pain of his grip climbing up her arm. He was very angry with her, and she couldn’t really blame him. She had taken a risk and now she was going to pay for it. She could feel his rage and it was all directed towards her. She felt the tears forming in her eyes as she half-walked and was half-dragged behind him. She couldn’t really keep up with the pace he had set, and when she fell behind he would give her arm a hard jerk. She was afraid of what he was going to do when he stopped long enough to realize that they were alone. She hadn’t felt any real fear of him since the night he had given her the spell, but now she could feel fear growing inside of her. She knew she was in trouble, and he was going to make sure she learned something form this. She could feel it.
Spike was cursing under his breath as he gave her arm one more jerk. He trudged across her lawn, pulled her up to stand next to him and began to climb up her trellis.
“Ah, Spike . . .” He turned and glared at her. Willow knew with just one look that she was better off keeping her mouth shut and doing whatever he wanted her to.
Once he was up on the balcony, he reached back and grabbed her shoulders, hauling her up onto the flat surface. He spun her around so that she was face to face with him.
“Do you even know how close you came to death tonight?” he growled at her.
“I know what I did was stupid. I should have just waited, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to come home.”
She didn’t even get to finish was she was saying before he started to shake her. She could feel her head slapping back and forth with the force of the motion as he spoke each word.
“I am not doing what I am doing just so you can run around after dark like a child who doesn’t have to listen to her parents.” He shoved her away from him. “Bloody hell, woman; what were you thinking? Do you really want Angelus rutting around between your legs? Do you want to find yourself chained to his bed while he fucks your body until there is nothing left of you? And that will only be the start. It will drive Dru crazy to see you in his bed and she will go after you. . . or worse yet, he will share you with her. Are you ready for that?” He was yelling now. He let go and took a step away from her. If he didn’t, he was going to hurt her.
Willow felt the tears start to pour from her eyes. She had thought that she could make it home and nothing would happen. Then she had run into what she thought was Buffy, and thought that everything was going to be all right. But then Spike had stepped out of the shadows, and Buffy hadn’t been Buffy. And now she was on her balcony and Spike was pacing back and forth. Willow sunk to the floor. Things couldn’t get much worse.
Spike turned to look at her. She sat there on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest, rocking back and forth with tears falling freely from her eyes. She was scared. It was so easy to tell. He found himself enjoying it. He wanted her afraid. He wanted her to be very afraid. He needed her to know how close she came to meeting his grandsire on a playing field where he would destroy her. Spike didn’t want the time he was putting into his plan to be wasted, and she didn’t seem to get that.
Willow felt herself being hauled up. “Do you know how close you came to dieing tonight? Do you know that that demon was going to drag you right back to Angelus?”
Willow was scared by the way he was acting. He didn’t seem to be in control. He was very angry with her. She could feel it. He was hanging on by a thread.
When she didn’t respond to him he began to shake her again. “Are you listening to me?”
Willow could only nod.
“Does that mean that you have learned something, or do you like the thought of a demon tying you to a bed and fucking you into the mattress? Because if that is what you are looking for . . .”
Before Willow could respond he was kissing her. His lips were demanding that she open herself to him. When she tried to breathe he took that as his opening, and she felt like he was sucking the life out of her. Willow found her fingers curling into the leather of his coat. She was taking everything he was showing her and trying to give it back to him.
Spike felt her hands on his coat and then she sagged against his body. He found his arms going around her waist to support her as he deepened the kiss. Willow pulled her mouth away from his and began panting for much needed air. She heard him growl.
It had been too long. He hadn’t tasted anything so sweet in way too long, and he wanted more. He wanted to taste all of her. As soon as he felt she had gotten enough air, he captured her lips again. Teaching her an ancient dance of mouths that she had never thought she would be lucky enough to endure. When he released her lips for the second time, he looked down at her face. She was just a child. He pushed her away, turning her back on her. He was disgusted with himself. This is what his life had pushed him into: making out with a child in the dark.
Willow was wide-eyed and panting. “Spike?”
It was the innocence of her voice that did it to him. In that one moment, she had reminded him of Dru. The soft tone of her voice brought memories of his sire from when she was most like the child she had been when Angelus had turned her. Spike knew that he hadn’t been around when that had happened, but when she would return to that state Angelus took the most pleasure in fucking her. He had told Spike one time that was why he had done what he had to her. So that for the rest of her existence he would have the pleasure of doing the child again and again.
He laughed to himself, what he planed for the redhead didn’t compare to what his grand-sire had done to his sire. It didn’t matter that she was still just a child. She had the mind of a person twice her age and that is what he was going to focus on. This wasn’t about her; it was about that prick of a grandsire of his. He turned back to Willow and kissed her again, this time using less force. He would be able to show her everything that he liked. He would train her to be his and his only. When Angelus was gone and out of the picture, he’d make sure that Dru would not harm his new pet.
The blond broke the kiss to let her breathe. It was something that he would have to get used to. He kissed along her jaw and down her neck, his lips and tongue doing things to her skin that she hadn’t even know could be done. She was weak in his arms.
“Spike.” Willow felt like she in the middle of a war. Her mind on one side and her body on the other. Her mind was screaming for her to push him away and get inside of the house where she would be safe, and her body was aching for his touch more, than she thought was possible. She wanted more, and in the end, her body won.
He stopped and looked up at her. His demon was in place, his golden eyes were boring into hers.
“I don’t want to end up in Angelus’ bed. I am sorry I took the chance. It won’t happen again.”
“You better not. If you do, I will wash my hands of you and let Angelus do all the things he has been talking about for the last week. I won’t mind your screams. As matter of fact, he might even let me watch.” He felt the girl stiffen in his arms. Good, maybe he had finally gotten his point across.
He released her and stepped back. “I better go before Angelus comes looking for you. Besides, it is only a matter of time before he finds out that the demon was killed and that whoever killed it knew what they were doing. It isn’t every day that someone knows to rip the heart from the demon’s chest while they are still alive and keep away from the body while it burns.”
Spike reached for the edge of the balcony when the sound of Willow’s voice stopped him.
“Be careful, Spike. I never meant for you to put yourself in danger because of me,” she whispered softly.
Spike didn’t respond, he just dropped over the edge of the balcony into the darkness.
TBC