Ficlet: Wearing Her Down 1/1, Willow, Spike, Angelus
Title: Wearing Her Down
Author: Lara
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Willow/Spike if you look twistedly sideways
Rating: R
Content: evil memories, set season 2 with Spike so much more evil
Word Count: 627
Summary: Someday soon she'll open the door and let him in
Disclaimer: Don't own BtVS, AtS, anything like that, Joss the evil God and Fox do.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 30_quills for prompt #12, "resistance is futile"
A/N2: A million years ago I wrote an evil little PWP called Two Vamps and a Hacker which was basically Angelus and Spike capturing, beating and raping Willow. velvetwhip asked to see what happened two weeks later.
The room was dark, the curtains pulled against the setting sun, the only sounds the hum of the air-conditioner and a faint, barely human whimper.
Willow lay on her bed, curled on one side, one fist pressed to her mouth, the other knuckling away the tears she couldn't control anymore than the painful sounds that slipped from her.
Physically the pain was gone. Her body was healed.
But emotionally she was destroyed.
Ruined.
Broken.
It was what they had wanted and she was giving it to them, despite her mind telling her not to let them win. For the first time in years her mind wasn't in control and her emotions, her pain and suffering, the memories of the horror were running her life.
For the last two weeks she'd managed to keep it a secret, continuing to go to school, to the Bronze, helping Buffy when needed. If she was quieter than usual, her friends put it up to her break-up with Oz.
He'd smelled them on her. He'd smelled them. And she couldn't talk about it, couldn't deal with it, couldn't let him help her, so she'd ended it, pushed him away, and he'd obeyed her wishes with hurt in his eyes, hurt for her, not himself, and left, taking the band on the road despite school, getting away as she pushed him away.
She was managing to survive, but every day was harder, and every sunset brought fresh terror.
Over the sounds of her own pain and the hum of machinery, the whisper came to her, and she knew the sun was down.
Willow stilled, horror choking the sound from her, eyes widening, as her name was called from outside her French doors.
And then fingers tapped on the glass, and she bit back a scream.
No.
Go away. Oh god, go away.
Tears came, hot and stinging already sore eyes, and she shuddered and curled tighter into herself.
"Willow," sang the voice, soft menace evident. "You know it's inevitable. You belong to us now, to the night and the blood."
No, she didn't, she wouldn't!
"Come out and play, Willow."
The amusement in the raucous British voice made her skin crawl and her stomach turn.
"Don't try to resist. You know we'll get you again."
It continued in the same vein, the comments becoming more seductive, more harsh, more graphic, reminding her of all they'd done to her, of her pain and fear, and she shook and whimpered and finally screamed, "Go away."
And then he laughed and the sound sent chills down her spine because he was so confident, so evil, and she was so afraid he was right.
Someday it would all be too much and she'd open that door and let them do whatever they wanted to her because she wanted it to end.
But, not tonight.
Outside the door, Spike smirked and slid his fingers down the glass one last time. She was breaking more every night he tormented her. Even through the glass and wood, he could taste her growing terror, hear the little sounds she made. Soon, she'd open that door and let him do whatever he wanted in the vain hope that it would bring an end to the torment.
Silly cow. Her torment would never end. He was having too much fun.
"How's your little project?"
Turning, Spike grinned at his sire. "Coming along."
Angelus sniffed the air, smiling darkly. "Terror fills her blood. I'm impressed you're taking your time."
"Some things are worth waiting for." As the two vampires headed into the night, Spike glanced over his shoulder to the darkened, curtained room behind glass still impenetrable to him. "I never understood why you broke Dru before you turned her. Not until now."
End
Author: Lara
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Willow/Spike if you look twistedly sideways
Rating: R
Content: evil memories, set season 2 with Spike so much more evil
Word Count: 627
Summary: Someday soon she'll open the door and let him in
Disclaimer: Don't own BtVS, AtS, anything like that, Joss the evil God and Fox do.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 30_quills for prompt #12, "resistance is futile"
A/N2: A million years ago I wrote an evil little PWP called Two Vamps and a Hacker which was basically Angelus and Spike capturing, beating and raping Willow. velvetwhip asked to see what happened two weeks later.
The room was dark, the curtains pulled against the setting sun, the only sounds the hum of the air-conditioner and a faint, barely human whimper.
Willow lay on her bed, curled on one side, one fist pressed to her mouth, the other knuckling away the tears she couldn't control anymore than the painful sounds that slipped from her.
Physically the pain was gone. Her body was healed.
But emotionally she was destroyed.
Ruined.
Broken.
It was what they had wanted and she was giving it to them, despite her mind telling her not to let them win. For the first time in years her mind wasn't in control and her emotions, her pain and suffering, the memories of the horror were running her life.
For the last two weeks she'd managed to keep it a secret, continuing to go to school, to the Bronze, helping Buffy when needed. If she was quieter than usual, her friends put it up to her break-up with Oz.
He'd smelled them on her. He'd smelled them. And she couldn't talk about it, couldn't deal with it, couldn't let him help her, so she'd ended it, pushed him away, and he'd obeyed her wishes with hurt in his eyes, hurt for her, not himself, and left, taking the band on the road despite school, getting away as she pushed him away.
She was managing to survive, but every day was harder, and every sunset brought fresh terror.
Over the sounds of her own pain and the hum of machinery, the whisper came to her, and she knew the sun was down.
Willow stilled, horror choking the sound from her, eyes widening, as her name was called from outside her French doors.
And then fingers tapped on the glass, and she bit back a scream.
No.
Go away. Oh god, go away.
Tears came, hot and stinging already sore eyes, and she shuddered and curled tighter into herself.
"Willow," sang the voice, soft menace evident. "You know it's inevitable. You belong to us now, to the night and the blood."
No, she didn't, she wouldn't!
"Come out and play, Willow."
The amusement in the raucous British voice made her skin crawl and her stomach turn.
"Don't try to resist. You know we'll get you again."
It continued in the same vein, the comments becoming more seductive, more harsh, more graphic, reminding her of all they'd done to her, of her pain and fear, and she shook and whimpered and finally screamed, "Go away."
And then he laughed and the sound sent chills down her spine because he was so confident, so evil, and she was so afraid he was right.
Someday it would all be too much and she'd open that door and let them do whatever they wanted to her because she wanted it to end.
But, not tonight.
Outside the door, Spike smirked and slid his fingers down the glass one last time. She was breaking more every night he tormented her. Even through the glass and wood, he could taste her growing terror, hear the little sounds she made. Soon, she'd open that door and let him do whatever he wanted in the vain hope that it would bring an end to the torment.
Silly cow. Her torment would never end. He was having too much fun.
"How's your little project?"
Turning, Spike grinned at his sire. "Coming along."
Angelus sniffed the air, smiling darkly. "Terror fills her blood. I'm impressed you're taking your time."
"Some things are worth waiting for." As the two vampires headed into the night, Spike glanced over his shoulder to the darkened, curtained room behind glass still impenetrable to him. "I never understood why you broke Dru before you turned her. Not until now."
End