Willow sat in the back seat of the car with her arms folded across her chest and her eyes focused on the scenery that was whizzing by at a frenetic pace. She couldn�t believe this was happening to her, she had to get out of this somehow. Willow directed a scowl at the back of demon Xander�s head. Logically, she knew that this wasn�t her best friend, his soul was long gone. But the betrayal hurt the same. Though she was the one silly enough to believe that he had come looking for her of his own accord. Maybe she had just been hoping he would and just easier to dupe. She had been waiting for him to say that he regretted choosing Cordelia over her and had come to apologize.
The younger vampire had closed his eyes as soon as they started moving, he was clearly tired. But Spike was vigilant, watching the road intently and glancing back at her often. The likelihood of escape seemed slim.
Well, at least she had some answers now, she knew where Spike was getting his information from. But why would Spike grill Xander about her? She had never met the vampire before. Who did he think she was? Something still didn�t make sense. In fact, she was willing to bet that something hellmouthy was going on. Besides the being �kidnapped by two evil vampires� thing.
Even if Spike were to slack off in his observation of her, there was no way out of the car. Both of the locks had been tampered with, they opened from the outside but not the inside. She had surreptitiously tried them. Not that she would be able to get out even if they weren�t. Spike was taking them to their destination at a breakneck speed. She�d kill herself if she attempted to jump out. Though, death was no doubt part of Spike�s plan for her. Death later was better than death now.
"You alright, pet?" Spike asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror.
"Fabulous. " She said dryly. Spike was about to say something when she gave him her patented�death glare�, he wisely shut his mouth.
Willow directed her black gaze down to the floorboard. It was littered with opened cigarette packs, a half-eaten box of Wheetabix, and jagged empty bottle of whiskey , and a couple of comic books. There also appeared to be blood stain on the backseat. She gulped. Then, Willow spied her purse and her books. She snatched them up and held them to her chest like they were a life line. "You took these too?" She�d been too eager to flee the scene of his attack last night to remember to ask Giles to get her things.
"I didn�t take them, I kept them for you." Spike adjusted the mirror so he could have a better view of her beautiful face. "I thought you�d want something familiar at your new home."
"My new home?" This was really happening, it wasn�t some bizarre dream. There was no escape. He was probably hauling her off to some goddess- awful crypt he slept in, complete with dead bodies.
"You�ll love it, Red. I promise." He smiled convincingly, trying to reassure her. Spike hated scaring her but he needed her. Period. Spike needed her, wanted her, loved her. He wasn�t going to lose her again. Ever. She would learn to love him eventually. After all, the other Willow adjusted to her demon.
Willow took in deep, steadying breath. Once he got her �home� it would be all over, she knew the sly vamp would probably keep her under lock and key. He probably had minions there to guard her. She had to get out of this before they got home. She needed to find his weaknesses. Stakes. Don�t have any. Holy water. Zilch. Crosses. Struck out. Wait a minute. . .Spike wanted her pretty badly, that was obvious. She was a weakness of his. But how could she take advantage of it? An idea came to her. Well, it was better than nothing. She gulped, this would take some courage on her part though.
Willow scooted up in her seat and placed her hand on the back of his. Spike�s smile widened. "S-Spike?" She said, playing it to the hilt. "Last night, you s-said that you w-weren�t going to hurt me, but Giles told me that you w-would."
"Why would you believe that silly old tosspot? Pet, if I were only after a meal, I wouldn�t have bothered to go to this much effort to get you. You�re very special to me."
Willow felt tears come to her eyes. No man had ever said that to her. And he said it with such quiet conviction. "I guess that does make sense." She bit the inside of her lip as she thought. In many ways, this was a romantic gesture on the vampire�s part. Too bad, she�d end up dead at the end of the evening when he changed her. Yep, time to get back to the plan. She smiled shyly, her hand �accidently� brushed the hair at the back of his neck. " You really think I�m special?"
Spike grinned. All women loved compliments. He had a feeling that Willow needed them more than others. He bet a lot of people had been too stupid to notice how unique she was. "Absolutely. Knew from the first moment that I saw you that you weren�t like any other girl I�ve met." She smiled once more and ducked her head in a charming way, still shy. Spike relaxed a little, it wouldn�t be that hard to get her to come around. She was already starting to warm up to him.
"Spike, do you know me? Have we met before?" Or are you a loon as well as a bloodsucker? She cuddled up closer to he back of the seat and rested her head, just inches from his shoulder. Spike was having trouble concentrating on the road and her words at the same time when she was so close to him. The idea that this innocent creature would practically snuggle up to him was testing his self control. It was a heady thing for a demon to be given so much trust. He tried to calm down, not wanting to show his demonic visage now. It would only frighten her.
"I do know you, pet. You just don�t know me." He was afraid to explain too much to her too soon. Especially in a moving car, where he couldn�t break the news gently to her. She had accepted the idea that he was a vampire but alternate dimensions might be too shocking this point. Finding out you had a twin was disconcerting under the best of circumstances.
"You�ve been stalking me?" Had he been skulking around her dorm and watching her while she was in England? Giles said he had just been on a recent trip. Oh no! Maybe he had done a spell or something to convince her to come back home. Willow had been plagued with a desire to come here for weeks. She hadn�t felt that way in two years, hardly missed the place when she left. She pulled back from him.
Spike was bereft at the physical distance she had imposed on them. "No, I promise that I haven�t been stalking you. I just can�t explain what�s going on right now, but I will soon."
Willow took a deep breath, forcing down her fears. She would get the information out of him eventually. She had a plan, she needed to stick to it or she�d never be able to get out of here. "Alright. I want to know, but it won�t do any good to argue with you right now. " She moved her hand to back of his seat again and brushed his shoulder lightly.
Knew she was a smart chit. Spike sighed, letting himself bask in her nearness. He took one hand off the wheel to pat himself down for a cigarette. Blast. "Pet? I know you�re not thrilled with me at the moment, but could you get me a cigarette from one of those packs back there?"
"Sure." Her demon night stalker had her playing errand girl. Yipee. As she reached for a cigarette, Willow noticed the jagged edges of the whiskey bottle. A weapon. She quickly snatched the cigarette and handed it to him.
"Thanks, pet." Spike took it from her outstretched hand and lit up using the car�s cigarette lighter.
Willow kept her eyes on the road but let her hand drift down to the floor board, seeking the bottle. Spike�s eyes narrowed on her. "What are you doing down there?"
Think fast! "I have a pebble in my shoe, it hurts." Damn, now she sounded like a petulant child.
"Poor baby."Spike said with no sarcasm in his voice. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
Willow�s eyes widened at the mental image. Those cool lips drifting over her skin. Him taking her toe in his mouth to suck. She blushed. "Uh, no." Good goddess, what�s wrong with me?
Spike chuckled, deep and low in his chest. "Let me know if you change your mind."
She gripped the bottle in her hand. Now what? If she hit Spike, she�d still have Xander to contend with. And vice versa. She needed to take them out both at once. But that was impossible being one person with one weapon. What could she use to her advantage? Blood. All vampires craved it and Spike wanted her, her blood must be part of that. She knew what she had to do. She set the bottle between her feet, jagged edge up. Gritting her teeth, she grazed her left arm and hissed in pain as the bottle tore into her flesh. "Ow!"
Immediately, Xander�s eyes snapped open and he vamped out. Spike managed to keep himself from changing. She lifted arm over the seat, exposing the bloody wound to their avid gaze.
Spike�s mouth went dry. The scent of her blood was overwhelming. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the road. He�d never even had a chance to taste the other Willow�s. But here was his witch, offering up her pale arm striped with crimson to him like a gourmet meal. He wasn�t the only one she was offering it to. Xander licked his lips, he was still young and had trouble controlling the hunger. He made a grab for her arm but Spike pushed a hand against his chest. Willow saw her golden opportunity.
She grabbed the steering wheel and forced the car off the road. Spike and Xander were growling at each other, fangs bared. By the time they realized what she had done, it was too late. They careened across the other line of traffic, narrowly missing a van. Willow ducked to the floorboard, careful of the bottle. They crashed into the ditch.
Willow slowly got up and stared at her companions. Xander�s head had a nasty wound from where he had hit the windshield. Spike was slumped over the steering wheel.
The car was tilted at a crazy angle. Seeing her chance, Will sat down on the seat and then lay down. She put her feet against the side door window and shoved them through, sending sparkling bits of glass flying everywhere. She glanced at the unconscious forms of the two vampires. Good, they didn�t wake up.
She slowly eased out of the window, managing not to incur another scrape. She looked at the vampires once more. She should stake them while she had a chance. She couldn�t reach Xander though, his door was firmly wedged in the ditch. Willow went to a nearby sapling and pulled off a tiny but sharp branch. She stripped it of leaves and then walked back to the car. She put her hand in through Spike�s open window and held the stake to his chest just above his heart. The vampire stirred in his slumber. His ice blue eyes opened blearily. "Willow? Pet, are you alright?" Then, he lost consciousness. Willow sighed. She threw her stake to the ground and reached in the car to retrieve her things. She wouldn�t be responsible for his death. She couldn�t deal with the guilt.
She ran off into the night.
Half an hour later, Willow was exhausted. She was hopelessly lost, unfamiliar with the new housing developments and streets that had developed in Sunnydale since she had left. And here she was wondering around in the dark with a bleeding wound. Vampire bait. She kept walking down Wilshire Blvd until she reached Shadow Ln. Amy�s house was near, just down the block. She began to run again.
With a stitch in her side, she reached Amy�s place. She ran the door bell and a familiar face greeted her. "Amy!"
"Willow! How are you?"
"Just fine. Can I come in?�
"Of course. Why were you doing outside anyway?"
" It�s a long story." She sighed.
"Good. I love long stories. And, I think there someone here who�s dying to see you again."
"Who?"
"Jesse."
Her old friend got up from the couch in the other room. "Wills?" He opened his arms for a hug.
"Jesse!" Then remembering Xander�s betrayal, she backed away from them both. "Are you guys dead?"
Amy and Jesse both shook their head �no�. She pointed to a mirror on the wall and they both stepped in front of it. Vampire tests were common. "See? We�re alive, not vamps." Jesse said. "What�s up with all the paranoia?"
"I have a vampire stalker."
Jesse put his hands in his pants pocket. "That sucks. That happened to Beggy Ferguson last year. Remember her from physics class? Oh, and Harmony, too."
"Yes, what happened to them?"
"They�re dead now."Willow frowned.
This was not good news.
Spike came awake to find his car crashed and his Willow gone. He punched Xander in jaw. "Wake up you silly ass!"
"What?" Xander said, rubbing his jaw and moaning.
"She�s gone." He hissed. "This wouldn�t have happened if you hadn�t tried to taste her blood."
"Maybe you don�t deserve her blood."
Spike was seconds away from staking him. "And you do?"
"No, I don�t either. It�s not like you�ll win. You think she cut her arm on accident. She�s too smart for that, you�re out of your league."
Spike smiled to himself. Why hadn�t he seen it? Willow had sliced her own arm so she could distract them. Clever girl. Little did his witch know that this only made him want her more. He loved the thrill of the chase. And she was truly worthy prey. He licked his lips as he imagined besting her. Let the games begin!
Part Ten"You�ll never catch me!" Willow cried, evading his grasping hands.
"Care to wager on that, luv?" Spike said dangerously. His naked chest was illuminated by the faint candlelight, his movements deliberate as he pursued her across the darkened living room.
Willow took a step back, edging towards the door. One slim hand opened it to admit a sliver of sunlight. "Oh really? I believe I�ll take you up on that bet."
Spike�s hair was tousled, his jeans unbuttoned ; he looked like some randy satyr come to ravish her. He was really beginning to enjoy this. "Do you really think sunlight will save you, my pet? I always take what I want and I want you. "
She moved further into the sunlight. Willow�s smile was deceptively innocent as if she didn�t realize that the blazing light outlined her beautiful body though her nightgown. "And once you get me, what do you plan to do with me?"
Spike�s mouth went dry as he stared at her. He tilted his head to the side, putting his hands behind his back as continued to stalk his wayward fire goddess. "I could tell you, pet, but I think it�d be more fun to show you." He grabbed her hand, narrowly evading the light, and pulled her into his arms and away from the it�s protection. "Wicked girl." He whispered in her ear before he bit her earlobe gently.
"I learned it from you." She said saucily. He swatted her behind and then swung her up in his arms, growling playfully. She shrieked as he rushed her upstairs to her room.
She couldn�t wait, she couldn�t remember ever being this aroused. Spike tossed her on the bed. Then he loomed over her, holding both of her wrists in of his large hands. He bent his mouth to mouth her nipple through the sheer nightgown and lapped at it. She bucked against him. "Please," she entreated. H e grinned against her the soft globe of her breast. His other hand skillfully snaked up her inner thigh, teasing her womanhood with soft brushes but not actually touching her. She writhed on the bed and he relented. He reached the apex of her thighs and plunged one finger into her heated core.
"Tell me what you want," He asked, sliding his long cool finger in and out in a delicious pace.
Willow was mindless, her hips sliding up to take him in deeper. "Goddess," she hissed between clenched teeth.
"Tell me, Willow. Tell me what you want."
"Inside me, please. Inside." she urged.
"You want another finger inside you?" Spike said as he slid another digit in her.
She groaned, both at the contact and in frustration . "No! More . . .need more."
Spike released her wrists and she grasped the sheets in both hands. He pulled his zipper down and his erection was released, insatiable and hard. He wanted inside her desperately, but he needed her to say the words. "Is this what you want ,pet?"
Her glazed eyes lid over him."Yes! Please Spike, I want you inside me. NOW!" Willow wailed in abject need.
Spike moaned, nearly exploding from her words. He positioned himself and sank into her to the hilt, grasping her hips. "Willow." Spike muttered, a plea, a homecoming. He never wanted to leave her. Could stay inside her forever, in fact.
Together they ground against one another, hips working in a physical poetry of arms and legs. Minds gloriously empty accept for thoughts of each other. Abandoned in their drive for release. Spike slid his hand in between them and inside her, stroking the distended nubbin of flesh lovingly. She came instantly, sending him into his own climax. "Spike!"
"Spike!" Willow snarled, taking out her frustration on the rocks who dared to be on the sidewalk. She kicked them viciously sending them skittering into the nearest lawn. She had just gotten in touch with her anger and was ready to make Spike sorry he ever decide to go after her. "Stupid (kick), arrogant (kick), male (kick), chauvinist (kick, kick), vampire (kick). She took in a deep breath. That feels better.
She looked up at the graying sky, it was almost dawn. She�d spent most of the night talking with Amy and Jesse. They had just dropped her off a few moments ago. The trio had lost track of time, revisiting old memories and catching up with one another. It felt had felt so good to listen to how their lives were going, she�d missed them. Though, they�d all written to each other and made a few phone calls. It wasn�t like being in the same room, chatting with each other.
She had also debriefed them on her vampire stalker, Spike. They had filled her in on some details about the master vampire. Basically, it was almost the same information that Giles gave her. All they information they had on him were rumors, whisperings of what they�d overheard from vampires.
The two of them had been aware of what demonic events occurred in Sunnydale due to the Ascension and Mr. Giles debriefing. When the time had come, Jesse had been glad to leave Sunnydale, hardly coming back at all except for Christmas and other holidays. Amy was attending UC Sunnydale, wanting to work on her magickal skills which were enhanced by the Hellmouth. Willow felt that too, somehow her powers were charged by the unseen forces. She felt more a bit more powerful here.
Willow darted up the path that lead to the private courtyard around Giles� apartment. No sooner had she opened the door when Giles came into view. He looked harried and worn as if he hadn�t slept much. "Willow!" He pulled her inside and embraced her briefly, then he surveyed her neck for bites. Giles stepped back, embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. Please, forgive me. I thought he�d. . .he�d taken you."
She smiled at his stuffiness. "He did take me, but I got away." Willow had made up her mind earlier not to tell Giles everything that happened. She knew he would be upset with for her inability to stake Spike when she had the chance. She knew it was stupid, but when the vampire asked her if she was alright, so concerned about her safety. . .she just couldn�t do it�.
"Has he had you there all night? Did he. . . did he. . .hurt you, Willow?"
"Hurt me? Oh, you mean. . no. . .no, not like that. I got away a few hours ago, right after he took me actually. I. . .uh. . .jumped from his car, and I then I rolled away into the grass. I think his car crashed or something because he didn�t follow me. I ran to . . .um. . . Amy�s house. I used to go to high school with her. I stayed with her all night. I would have called but I didn�t know you�re number, it wasn�t listed in the phone book either. . . and I thought it was best to stay out of sight until dawn."
"Good show, Willow. And of course you couldn�t call me when you didn�t have the number." He was all Watcher again. " Now, tell me how he captured you in the first place."
Giles grabbed up a pot of tea from the stove and poured them both a cup. Willow sighed. Given the Watcher�s penchant for details, it was going to be a long morning.
" I think you�d better explain yourself." Spike said, glowering at the fledgling vampire. The little twit had come to his attention yesterday when he�d seen him feeding in the park. He remembered seeing him at the other Willow�s home and had brought him to his lair to get some information on this world�s Willow. Xander hadn�t provided much, saying that he didn�t know her that well. Spike had known youngman was holding something back but he wasn�t sure what. And from what he�d seen last night. . .there was something important the boy wasn�t telling him. "How exactly do you know Willow Rosenberg?"
"I told you! She was my best friend."
"That�s not the impression I got. Before Spike had stepped in, the man had looked very friendly with his Red. " He circled the other vampire. "Some people find pain to be a great motivator. No pain , no gain, right?" Spike kicked him in the ribs, sending him sprawling on the floor. When Xander tried to stand up again, the blonde vampire delivered another vicious kick. "In this case, it�s your pain and my gain. Now. . .what aren�t you telling me?"
Xander held his side, gasping. "I�ll tell you! She used to have a crush on me but I went out with another girl that she hated." His voice softened. " I lost her friendship by doing that."
"You gave up her love for the sake of some silly chit? I should kill you for doing that to my Red."
"But?"
Spike walked over and grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck. "But. . . I need you to tell me everything you know. I didn�t get the whole story last night, we barely scratched the soddin� surface of her life. I want to know what she likes, what she hates. Tell me about her parents, her friends, her childhood. . .leave nothing out. Tell me everything that will let me get to her."
"Are you sure you want to do this, Willow?"
"I�m sure, Giles. What am I going to do here that would be useful? We�ve been over the Watcher diaries and haven�t found anything useful. Let�s see what we can scare out of some vamps about Spike�s plans, alright?"
"Alright. Stick close to me and be on your guard." With that, she and Giles loaded the equipment in his car and took off to patrol. As they were traveling down the road, he turned to her. "We have to make a small stop, Willow."
"Okay." She smiled, he looked decidedly nervous.
They stopped in front of a small house on Ravello Dr. "Joyce? Are you there?" A blond woman appeared at the door. She embraced the man and they kissed discreetly. How sweet, Giles had a �lady friend�. They talked for a few moments and then she waved from the door as he slid in the car.
As they drove away, Willow smiled at the women and she smiled back. "Is that your girlfriend, Giles?"
"Uh. . .yes, she is." He rubbed one hand with the other on the steering wheel, uncomfortable.
Willow knew it was time to change the subject. "So, what demon haunts are we hitting?"
"I have several places. I thought we�d start with some cemeteries."
"Oh, goody."
Giles and Willow were getting very dusty but were no closer to any information on Spike�s plans. This was the third cemetery of the night.
"Well, looky what we got here." A dopy, middle-aged vampire said as he approached her. "Mmm, redhead. My favorite kind of meal!"
Willow grimaced, but persevered. "Do you know a blond vampire named Spike?"
The vampire was very intent on getting to her neck, walking towards her purposefully. He was obviously a minion, too caught up in his own bloodlust to even hear her. Willow quickly placed her stake in his chest, pulling it out rapidly. The wind blew away his dust.
"Good shot, luv. I didn�t like him much anyway."
Willow turned to see Spike stepping from behind a tombstone. "Spike. And just what are you doing here? Like hanging out with the other dead folks?" She tapped her shoe on a grave. Her eyes casually glanced over at Giles who was busy dusting a vampire forty feet from her.
"Came to see you, of course." His eyes were practically eating her up. "You know you caused me a lot of trouble the other night, pet. I had to turn a mechanic to fix my car."
She smiled proudly. "That was kind of fun."
"And dangerous. You could�ve been killed when the car crashed. Or that stupid fledge could�ve drained you dry if I hadn�t been around to stop him."
"Oh? And its better to be drained by you? Given the choice, I�ll take Vamp Xander. At least I know him. . .or who he used to be."
Spike grinned, casually draping an arm across a tombstone. "I don�t think you�d choose that git, luv. You�re a woman with taste." His voice lowered, laced with intimacy. "Besides, I know you want me. I can make you feel things you�ve only dreamt of."
How does he make his voice sound like that? Kind of a husky purr that dances along your spine. . .Woah! Stay on task, Willow. "Does that line work for you very often?" She tossed her red hair back. "Drunken frat boys come up with more original ones."
He chuckled, amused by her quick wit. "I�ve missed you, pet."
"You know what? I�m bored with this." She sprang into action, throwing holy water on his arm.
Spike growled, his demonic features coming to the fore. "That wasn�t very nice, luv."
"Neither am I. I�m sick of this twisted little game you�re playing with me." She started to circle him.
Spike circled her to, admiring her lithe body. The holy water had hurt, but he�d always craved a bit pain with his pleasure. This was the best foreplay he�d ever had. "Think you can take me, pet?"
Willow ignored his innuendo. "I don�t want to take you, I�m going to kill you!"
She lunged at him but he grabbed the stake from her hand and spun her around, now her back was pressed against his chest. She was breathing heavily from fear and exertion.
"I don�t think you want to kill me, I think you want to give in to me."
"Let me go!" She struggled in his arms but he passed her to two very large vamps who seized her arms. Spike distracted her so she wouldn�t pay as close attention to her surroundings. Dammit! Thinking fast, Willow focused on the stake which lay on the ground . It levitated in the air but Spike snatched from her mind�s grip. "Tsk, tsk, you don�t want to hurt me now, do you pet?"
Goddess! "GILES!" She screamed. But he was being loaded into the green van that she was being led to. The two burly minions lifted her inside. Spike climbed in and they screeched off into the night.
Part Eleven"What are you thinking about, luv?" Spike pulled Willow onto his lap, brushing stray pieces of hair from her face.
"Nothing."
"Don�t try to fob me off with a �nothing�, pet. I know how you think, know when you�re upset. Now tell me what�s goin� on in that head of yours."
She sighed. "Spike."
"Yes. . .?�
"No, I�m thinking about Spike."
Spike smirked. "Thinking about me?" His hand slid seductively up her thigh. "What exactly were you thinking about me?"
Willow smacked his hand. "The other Spike."
Spike scowled. "Why the hell are you thinkin� about that bloody sod?"
"I wonder what he�s up to. He seemed so lonely."
"Well, that may be. . .but you�re not keeping him company!"
"I didn�t say I wanted to keep him company. I�m just curious." Spike still continued to pout, his lower lip protruded a bit. She leaned over to nibble on it, sucking it in her mouth. He made a sound that was akin to a purr as she opened his mouth with her tongue and kissed him throughly. She then pressed her forehead to his. "One Spike is all I need in my life."
Spike was pacified but still insatiable. "Why don�t we go upstairs and you can make it up to me properly?"
Willow smirked. He was putty in her hands. She stood up and tossed him a impish smile before she darted for the stairs. "Last one to the bedroom has to be on the bottom!"
"You�re on, pet!" He raced after her, but not too fast. Spike loved being on the bottom.
Spike could hardly contain himself. He paced the floor, glancing at her every now and then. But Willow slept soundly in the big wrought iron bed. So trusting and innocent, free of nightmares and cares about the world. A bare arm clutched the covers to her body. She lay on her side, her chest rising and falling in at an even pace. Her small white hand was tucked under chin, artless as any child. But the body of a woman lay under the flimsy covering .
Spike�s fingertips itched, looking wasn�t enough. He wanted to touch Willow too. His hands longed to acquaint themselves with the silkiness waves of her crimson hair. His fingers wanted to glide over the creamy perfection of her smooth skin. Spike wanted to touch his tongue to the small cinnamon freckles that dotted her body. It was bloody well driving him insane.
She was so close to him, yet so far away. It didn�t help that he had carnal knowledge of the other Willow. He knew what pleasures awaited him when she gave in to him. And she would. It was only a matter of time. In his a mind a wicked voice urged him on. Telling him to ease his torment. With shaking legs, he made his way to her bedside. Spike sat down carefully, his hands twisting in the coverlet that shielded her body from his eyes.
Willow�s eyes fluttered open, unfocused from sleeping. She blinked a few times, frowning at the light. She saw Spike sitting there and gasped. She discreetly pulled the cover back from her chest to gaze down. She was dressed in a pale green nightgown. "Did you-"
"No, I didn�t, pet." She looked relieved. "One of the female minions did." He was a little offended. "I don�t take advantage of girls who�ve passed out." Well, thought about it but didn�t do it.
"But abducting them and holding them against their will is okay?" She tugged the cover, wanting to cover her throat up as well but Spike�s hold on the fabric made it impossible.
She had a point, time for a subject change. "Hungry?"
She grimaced. She couldn�t stomach food right now. "No. Where�s Giles?"
"Downstairs." Her eyes widened. " Don�t worry, he�s just got a few bumps and bruises. He�s no worse for the wear. For now."
"For now?!? You�re mean you�re going to hurt him later?"
Spike let out an exasperated sigh, the Watcher was something he didn�t want to talk about. "Let�s discuss something else, alright?"
"No, I find that subject fascinating."
Spike stood on his feet, crossing his arms. Willow quickly pulled the cover up to her chin. She was a fiery little thing and he loved that she wasn�t just giving in to him, but he had to make something clear. "And around here, pet, I�m the boss and we play by my rules. If you don�t something unfortunate might happen."
Willow shuddered. That was obviously a threat, if she didn�t cooperate he�d kill Giles. She lowered her eyes. "I understand."
"Good girl." He said, sitting back down on the bed. His hand rested on her blanket-covered thigh. It slowly trailed up the length of her body, across her belly, between her breasts, and up to her fingers which clenched the blanket. "Why are you so afraid? Don�t you know why I brought you here?"
"N-no." His fingers began to gently pry the blanket away. He pressed soft kisses on them as he did so. Willow had no choice but to let him peel it from her body.
Now, she was lying before him draped only in the flimsy satin nightgown which outlined her body . "So beautiful." He crooned. His hand shook as he placed his fingers on her collarbone and traced the surface before it lowered to the neck line of her nightgown. He slipped a hand inside. "I don�t want to hurt you, Willow. I only want to bring you pleasure."
"No!" Willow cried, but her body betrayed her, heated to his touch. Lay open to his hands. She knew she should move, fight him. But her muscles were warmed, her limbs were too heavy to move. It as if his touch made her weaken.
"Don�t tell me no." His cool hand cupped a breast, causing the nipple to harden. "I can feel your heart beat picking up, your starting to breath faster, and your blood is making your skin flush. You want this as much as I want to give it to you." he brought his mouth down to hers, brushing against the tightly sealed lips. Silently urging her to invite him in.
"I-I--" She opened her mouth to protest and his tongue snaked out to outline her lips, teasing them. His fingers still continued to gently knead her breast, wringing a moan from her. It was if he already knew her body, knew just where to touch her.
"Master?" A man�s voice called. There was a note of panic in it.
Spike snarled, demon face coming to the fore. He turned around to face the impudent minion. "What the hell are you doing here? I said I wasn�t supposed to be disturbed! Do you understand?" He shielded Willow from the minion�s view with his body.
"The Watcher is awake, he got loose from his bonds and he�s starting to make trouble." Xander said.
Spike took a deep and calming but unnecessary breath. "Can�t you bloody sods do anything on your own?"
Xander shook his head. "He�s already dusted two of us. We have trapped him downstairs for the most part, but�"
"Fine, I�ll go downstairs and take care of this." Spike removed his hand from Willow�s breast. Then stood up, gazing at her hungrily. "I�ll be back soon."
"Please don�t hurt him!" Willow cried.
A slow smile spread across his handsome face. "What would his life be worth to you, pet?"
"Anything." She promised rashly. She didn�t want Giles hurt because of her.
"Anything?" The vampire�s mind flashed with a dozen images of what �anything� could encompass. His nostril flared.
"You�ve got yourself a deal, pet." He pulled the cover back over her body. "Stay in bed, I�ll be up soon."
Spike turned to his minion. "Stay with her!" He strode out the door and she heard a key turn in the lock.
"X-Xander?" Willow sat upright in the bed.
"It�s me alright. You okay, Wills?"
"Why do you care?" She said bitterly.
"I do care." Xander sat down on a chair beside the bed. "What a vampire was like before he was turned determines what he�s like once he�s a vampire."
"So, you�re saying that you aren�t all that bad?"
"Yes."
Willow rolled her eyes. "Then we can add kidnaping and killing to your list of hobbies? Because before you were turned, you only collected comic books and liked playing video games. All in all I�d say you�ve changed Xander."
"I. . .for the most part, I am a demon, Willow. But I remember you. Remember what you meant to me. He pointed to the doorway Spike had left through. " I also hate that guy. Do you know I�ve been a minion hanging around the Sunnydale for quite a while and he has never noticed me ? Came across me the other night and. . .Wham! I can�t get rid of the guy, he asks me all sorts of questions about you. Talks about you constantly. I think he�s in love with you."
"No, you mean he�s fixated on me, there�s a big difference."
"You don�t think love is a fixation of sorts? It just so happens that when you are in love the other person is also fixated on you." Xander said, looking at her carefully.
Great, now he�s making sense. "I still don�t feel anything for him." Willow crossed her arms over her chest. "I really did used to care about you, though."
"I know." Xander said softly. " I really cared about you too. Still do."
Willow looked at him hopefully. "Then help me escape."
"He�d never do that, luv. He knows I �d be forced to dust him." Spike drawled, walking into the room with a self-assured stride.
"You can go now." He said to Xander, not looking away from Willow.
Xander opened his mouth to protest when Willow shook her head �no�. He was no match for Spike in a physical contest. She might have made an ally that she could use to her advantage later and she needed him undusty. And maybe, just maybe there was some Xander left in him somewhere. Some vein of goodness that hadn�t been tapped out. "It�s okay, Xander." The young vampire left, sending one searching look at the both of them before he closed the door.
"Alone again." Spike said. He sat down on the bed beside her. "Let�s define �anything�."
"He has to be stopped!" Willow shouted.
"Why?" Spike said as he watched the two would-be lovers in the pale orb that Willow held.
"Because he �s going to force himself on her!" She smacked his chest. "I thought you were more of a gentleman."
"I am. He�s not. Besides, she doesn�t look that upset." He looked at the bewildered pleasure on that world�s Willow as the vampire pressed his mouth to her neck and gently nipped. "Why don�t we try a game like that, pet? I could �kidnap� you and then�"
"Focus!" She said.
"Fine, I�m focused. What do you want to do about it?"
"I�m going there and I�m gonna give him a piece of my mind!"
Spike scowled, he could imagine how his counterpart would react to that. Two Willow�s defying him with snapping green eyes and blazing red hair, identical flushes on their pale cheeks. "I�m coming with you!" He declared. "Wanker�d probably try to keep you both."
"And you are such a paragon of virtue?"
"Can�t be helped, pet, she�s you. I find you completely irresistible."
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a way with words? Now, let�s go before he mauls her." Willow hurriedly ran to her magickal supplies.
"It feels good, doesn�t it? Just let yourself relax. That�s a girl." Spike brought her fingertips to his mouth to kiss them and suck them into his mouth.
"How did you know? How did you know that I�d�"
He pulled one wet digit from the cool chamber of his mouth. "That you�d like this?" He smiled smugly at her hasty nod. "Because I know your body, every delectable inch of it. " He brought his hand to her satin clad hip. "I know that you have a small brown birthmark there." Willow gasped and he continued. Spike cupped her right breast through the gown. "There�s a large freckle on the underside of this breast."
A flash of light illuminated the room. "That�s enough Willow body geography!"
"Bloody hell!" Spike 2 turned to see the other world�s Willow standing there with her hands on her hips, looking very angry. Behind her stood the other Spike. He smirked at them both. "Well, did you miss me, pet? How about a kiss? I know I wouldn�t mind one."
Willow pulled a crossbow from behind her back. "How about getting the hell away from me?" He frowned. "I mean her!"
Willow looked around Spike 2's form to see her almost identical twin and another Spike standing there. She looked from them to Spike 2 and back again. "Did you drug me?" Then, her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out.