Making a Princess
by Sylver
Part 1
Spike attempted to lift his face off the bar and failed. It seemed that he had been that way for so long that the wood surface was actually growing out of his head. The bartender looked at him apprehensively and poured him another drink. He hoped that once the blonde demon was drunk enough, that he may actually pass out and then he and his surviving customers could make a mad dash for the afternoon sun outside. But Spike simply turned his head somewhat and gulped the drink down. Well, half of it anyway, the rest spilled across his face and the bar.
He then tried to continue explaining to the proprietor, why exactly he had spent the last twenty hours or so, in this dive trying to drown his miseries in blood and liquor. However, in his intoxication, his sad tale was coming out in Spanish, Russian, Pogara, and about a half dozen other human and demon languages, creating a bizarre mish mash of syllables and grunts. Unfortunately, Spike mistook the man�s bewildered stare for disinterest, and abruptly reached up and snapped his neck. There were gasps around the room, and then moans of fear, from the four remaining people in the darkened bar, as Spike flew into a rage at the prospect that he would now have to pour his own drinks, completely oblivious to the people huddled behind him.
The afternoon heat of the small Brazilian town was stifling, even to someone who doesn�t generate his own heat. Why was it that he had come back here? He hated this place. Oh yes, Drusilla. He cringed at the thought of her. He had known when he left Sunnydale that she would take him back. After all, what girl can resist torture? But his heart just wasn�t in it anymore. He knew that it was still Angelus that she dreamed of. That she would imagine his dark figure holding the whip when Spike would beat her, and it was more than he could take. In truth it had always been this way, it was always Angelus she longed for, he was the one who had broken her, after all.
It all seemed so unfair. He had always treated Dru like a goddess, given her everything, but it wasn�t enough. She never belonged to him. The truth was, as much as he had believed he was in love with her, what he really wanted was for someone, anyone, to be as devoted to him as she was to Angelus. It was then that a thought occurred to him; why not make his very own princess? He was a master vampire after all, fully versed in the art of torture. There was no mortal he couldn�t bend to his will. The more he considered it, the more he liked the idea. In fact he became so engrossed with his thoughts, that he didn�t even notice when the remaining humans slipped out the door and ran for their freedom, never looking back.
He pondered as he poured himself another drink. What type of girl should she be? Young and beautiful, were a given, but innocent too. He liked the idea of corruption. But he wanted her to be something more than just a piece of eye candy. He had always gotten a kick out of Dru�s insanity, not to mention the childlike need that such feeble-mindedness brought with it. But that would likely come with breaking the girl in. He wanted her to be smart; Dru was painfully stupid at times. He also wanted a girl with that special something, like Drusilla�s visions, a gift he could make use of later, and that would further win him the respect and envy of other demons.
He closed his eyes and contemplated the possibilities, suddenly seeing a flash of red. He opened his eyes again, remembering the smell of cloves and cinnamon. The witch, Red, she was perfect. Young, gorgeous, painfully innocent, intelligent, and she also had a strong gift for magic that she had barely tapped. He knew what he had to do; he was going back to that Hell of all Hells, Sunnydale.
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Willow pulled back from the computer, rubbing her temples and letting out an exhausted sigh. Her research was going nowhere. She still had no idea where the ritual sacrifice was to take place, or how to kill the sephlar demons. Buffy and Xander had given up two hours earlier, and headed out for the Bronze, telling her she would probably have better luck than them. After all, she was the �net� girl. It hurt that they could just leave her behind like that; especially after all she had done for them. In fact, if it weren�t for her, they both probably would have flunked out of school by now. She tried to push such thoughts out of her head. She was needed even if she wasn�t always appreciated.
She had been feeling down lately, ever since that unfortunate incident with Xander in the factory. Oz had dumped her, of course, and after Cordelia broke up with Xander she became even more of a bitch than usual. Willow couldn�t blame her for her hostility; she had been caught kissing Xander. She couldn�t blame Oz for not wanting to have anything to do with her either, but in her own defense she was only seventeen and certainly not perfect. Besides, she had been in love with Xander her whole life, how was she supposed to resist that kind of temptation?
Anyway, by the time Spike left town to win Drusilla back on his own, everyone�s love life had gone to hell, not to mention the strain it put on their friendships. Buffy and Xander were the only real family she ever had. Her parents were never there for her. But after the "incident" suddenly everyone was hyper sensitive about their relationships. Willow wanted to put a little distance between her and Xander, to show Oz that she wanted only him, but all that she had succeeded in doing was alienating her oldest friend. Xander on the other hand wanted to show Cordelia how �over her� he was, and had simply reverted back to obsessing over Buffy, who wasn�t too thrilled by the situation.
But what was really pissing Buffy off was that both Willow and Xander had good relationships with people they loved, they had a future with them, and they threw it all away. Meanwhile, she and the love of her life, Angel, could never really be together because of some stupid curse. She forgave Xander right away, because he�s a guy, and therefore couldn�t help himself, but she expected more out of Willow , even if she never told her so. Now things were so tense between the three of them, that they often spent their time apart, or more honestly, Willow got left out, and usually felt completely alone. Most nights she cried herself to sleep, wishing Spike had just shoved that bottle through her face and gotten it over with.
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Spike followed the witch home from the library. He had been watching her for a week now, learning her routines, her weaknesses. This was going to be easier than he thought. With Dru, Angelus had to kill everyone she loved to get her truly alone. But with Willow , it seemed like all the people she cared for had left her already. It would take very little to convince her that they never really cared at all. He smiled to himself when he heard the Desoto pulling up behind him; his minion was right on time. They were a block from her house when he made his move. Circling around a clump of trees, he appeared suddenly on the sidewalk in front of her.
"Hello luv, you miss me?"
Willow tried to scream, but the sound caught in her throat, so instead she turned and ran. Unfortunately she ran straight into Spike�s minion, who held her squirming form tightly while Spike sauntered over to them. He smiled evilly, planting a lingering kiss on her unwilling lips, and then planted a left hook across her jaw, knocking her out.
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She woke to find herself bound and gagged in total darkness. At first it was hard to be sure she was awake at all, but the pain in her jaw reminded her of the severity of the situation. She tried to move around, to see if she could make out where she was, but it was no use, it was too dark, and all her squirming was making the ropes cut into her wrists.
"I just love the feel of a young girl wriggling around next to me, almost as much as I like to feel one beneath me," a familiar voice breathed in her ear.
Willow froze when she realized that the cold object she had been thrashing against was in fact Spike, a very naked Spike! She felt hot tears well up in her eyes. All those times over the last couple of months that she had wished she was dead, and now she was going to get that wish, oh Goddess, she never even had the chance to say goodbye to Buffy and Xander.
Spike planted a feather light kiss at the base of her neck, thoroughly intoxicated by the waves of fear she was giving off.
"Don�t worry pet, I�m too sleepy to kill you right now. Go back to sleep and we will discuss your dying when I wake up." With that said he wrapped his limbs around the shaking girl and went back to sleep.
He woke some time later to find terrified green eyes staring up at him. "Evening princess," he said giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "I think it�s time we take that gag out of your mouth."
Once it was out Willow took a moment to stretch her jaw a couple of times, finding it incredibly stiff and sore. She wasn�t sure what to say, from past experience she remembered how moody Spike could be, and didn�t want to anger him.
"What do you want from me, a spell?" she asked shakily.
"No pet, just you." Spike purred.
"Me, for what?" she squeaked.
"Don�t worry love, if all I wanted was a snack, then I would have killed you right away, and left you on Slutty the Slayer�s doorstep."
"Then what do you want?" she managed to whisper.
Spike trailed his fingers lightly up her arm, causing her to shiver and try to pull away. But he grabbed her roughly and held her in place.
"What I want is a new princess." He breathed in her ear.
Gulp, what did that mean? Her thoughts became frantic as she eyed her surroundings again, looking for a possible escape and finding none. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark over time and she could now make out the dim outlines of a small dresser, and a chair in the corner, next to a door. There were no windows in the room, which struck her as a bit odd, and she saw nothing that could pass as a weapon. She could try to make a dash for the door, but Spike would probably just kill her. Besides she was still all tied up, and was starting to get a cramp in her leg.
"So does this mean you want us to snuggle? Because it would probably be easier without these ropes." She implored, trying not to raise his suspicions.
"Nice try luv," he said cocking a scarred eyebrow, "but I don�t think you�re quite ready for your freedom yet. But I�d be happy to take you up on the snuggling bit." He added with a slight chuckle.
"I�m getting a cramp in my leg, and I have to pee." She said, her face flushing red.
Spike wanted to kick himself for not noticing this rare beauty sooner. The way the blood rose in her cheeks made his blood flow the opposite direction. It was a real shame that vampires couldn�t blush; he would miss that when he turned her.
"Alright pet, I was planning on giving you a bath anyway," he conceded, standing up and slinging her over his shoulder. Willow squeezed her eyes shut and let out a squeal as Spike�s fully naked form came into view.
"Actually, I�m fine really! Spike please put me down, I don�t need a bath!" she pleaded.
"I wasn�t giving you a choice," he growled in response.
He carried her out the door, past a couple of snoozing vampires and into a dingy bathroom. There were no windows in this room either. Maybe they were underground she thought, still hoping to find some possible escape route. She noticed the wall was discolored above a small sink, where apparently a mirror had once been. The lack of windows added to the darkness of the room, with the only light coming from a flickering bulb hanging haphazardly from the ceiling casting long strange shadows everywhere. Spike set her down in front of the toilet and began to untie her bindings, then turned and started the taps on a large claw foot tub in the corner.
"You have five minutes to relieve yourself, and don�t even think of trying to escape, because I really don�t want to kill you just yet," and with that he left her.
She knew there was no point in trying to get away, Spike was a killer and would have no qualms about tearing her throat out, but the thought of him bathing her made her nauseous. Maybe she could reason with him, although she doubted it. Unfortunately before she could come with a plan, Spike was back carrying towels, shampoo and a sponge, which he set down next to the tub. He then approached her and began to unbutton Willow �s shirt. She tried to slap his hand away, but he just grabbed her hand and gave it a sharp squeeze, causing pain to shoot up her arm.
"Spike please," she begged, starting to cry.
"You�re right, I didn�t like this shirt anyway," and with that he simply ripped the offending garment from her body, soon followed by her skirt. Willow stood, somewhat in shock, sobbing softly and trying to cover herself with her arms. Just looking at her standing there in a plain white cotton bra and knickers, blushing furiously, he began to harden. She was beautiful. Her body was all smooth perfection, with pert breasts, and firm muscle tone. But even more erotic than the sight of her was the way she attempted to preserve her modesty. She was innocence incarnate. He noticed the look of fear on her face as her eyes took in his fully engorged member. He allowed himself a smirk, before climbing into the tub, turning the water off, and taking a moment to revel in the luxurious heat.
"Finish undressing and get in pet," he said calmly.
"No," she responded, almost too softly to be heard.
"It wasn�t a request luv, just do it," his voice taking on a menacing edge.
"No."
"Look, it�s just a bath, nothing to worry about. Now you can get in on your own, or I can come over there and throw you in!" he threatened.
Willow choked back another sob, then removed her bra and panties, but was still more than reluctant to climb into a bathtub with a naked vampire. �This is so very wrong� she thought to herself. But Spike only smiled and motioned for her to join him.
"You are truly a vision to behold," he said a bit breathlessly taking in her fully naked form. She was all creamy white skin, her breasts rosy tipped perfection and her woman hood covered in cinnamon curls. "Now come on and get in." She finally gave in and climbed into the tub, crouching rigidly in front of him.
"Relax luv, I�m not going to bite," he said with a bit of a chuckle, "lean back, and I�ll wash your hair." he pulled her gently by the shoulders until she was resting her back against his chest, making her very aware of his erection pressing against her. Spike wanted to take her right then, but it was too soon. She needed to be trained, prepared, if he let his impatience get the better of him, she would become just another conquest, not his princess. He took the sponge and wrung it out over her hair until it was thoroughly wet and then applied her shampoo, gently working it into a lather, careful not to let any drip into her eyes.
Willow couldn�t believe this was happening. She was taking a bath with a master vampire, and he was washing her hair! Where was Buffy? Why hadn�t she come to find her? And where the hell was Spike keeping her anyway? As she pondered these thoughts, the hot water and Spike�s messaging fingers overcame the rational part of her brain, and her muscles began to relax. Spike, noticing the change, rinsed out her hair and then applied soap to the sponge, pushing her forward some and going to work on her shoulders. As he started making circle patterns with the sponge, Willow let out a small moan.
"Mmmm"
"Do you like that luv?"
"Mmmm, it smells just like the soap I use at home," she responded absently.
"That�s because it�s the same kind."
"How? I have to special order it. How did you know?" Willow was perplexed, �how long had he been watching her?�
"I have my ways. And besides, I couldn�t let you lose that lovely cinnamon smell. It�s so delicious," he breathed in her ear.
Willow tensed at the word �delicious�, he was going to eat her! Spike picked up on this tension, and couldn�t resist briefly running his tongue along her neck, becoming even harder sensing her fear.
"Relax Red, I�m not going to hurt you," he said pulling her back against him and getting more soap before starting to wash her chest.
As she felt the sponge run across her breasts, she gasped and tried to jump up, but Spike shot his other arm around her waist, firmly holding her in place. Still she continued to struggle.
"Relax." He growled in her ear.
Begrudgingly she leaned back again, and he resumed washing her. He ran the sponge down her left arm, and then the right. He then abandoned the sponge and lightly trailed his finger tips along her abdomen, making her shiver slightly. He could hear her heart pounding, and her breathing quicken.
He ran his fingers back up to her breasts, cupping them slightly and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fore fingers. Willow gasped again, but this time she didn�t try to escape, instead she just let her head loll to one side, reveling in the sensation. The whole situation was overwhelming, the hot water, the smell of cinnamon, and his hands, Goddess his hands! If she was going to die, there were worse ways to go.
He continued his ministrations on her right breast as he trailed his left hand beneath the surface of the water to her core. Willow tensed again, unsure what to do. No one had ever touched her like this before, and now the first person to do so was a cold blooded killer. Of course these thoughts quickly left her as he found her clit and gave it a twist, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. She whimpered and began to rock back and forth against Spike�s chest, trying to gain better contact with his knowing fingers.
He quickened the pace as her rocking became more frantic, causing water to slosh over the sides of the bathtub and onto the floor. She alternated between low moans and whimpers as the tension built in her stomach, finally spilling over as she cried out in her climax, causing her to shake, and grasp the sides of the tub for dear life.
As she fell back against Spike completely spent, feelings of guilt flooded her mind and tears flooded her eyes. �Oh Goddess, what have I done?!� Spike, sensing her inner turmoil, ran his hands soothingly over her hair and shoulders, then kissed her lightly at the base of her neck before whispering in her ear.
"Sshhh, don�t cry luv. You�re my princess, I�m supposed to give you pleasure," he said gently.
For some reason this only made her cry harder, making Spike very frustrated. He had forgone his own pleasure, trying only to please her, and here she was wailing like a banshee. And to make matters worse, if he didn�t do something to relieve his painfully hard erection soon, he was going to explode. Women! Why did they have to be so bloody confusing?! He spent over a hundred years with Dru and he never did figure her out, and now he was trying to start over with a new girl, maybe this wasn�t such a good idea after all. He was starting to think that perhaps he should just kill the little chit and be done with it, when her crying seemed to calm a bit.
"I�m sorry; I don�t know what I�m supposed to do. No one has ever�" she trailed off, flushing to a deep scarlet. Immediately all thoughts of killing the girl left Spike�s head and were replaced by the desire to whisk her away somewhere and keep her all to himself for eternity.
"S�alright pet. Now let�s get you out of this tub before you get all pruney," he said, helping her up onto shaky legs.
He wrapped a towel around her, and carried her back to the bedroom where someone had laid clothes out for her. He set her on the bed and noticed the apprehensive way she was eyeing his rock-hard member, which twitched under the weight of her stare. It was so tempting to just pound her into the mattress right then, shag her until she couldn�t walk anymore. Instead he used extreme restraint, and simply turned and walked back toward the door, telling her over his shoulder to get dressed as he locked the door behind him.
Once he was back in the bathroom, he immediately went to work on himself to find his much needed release. He closed his eyes and pictured that it was his Red�s hand stroking back and forth. He let out a hiss as he quickened his pace, leaning against the wall for support. Feeling his balls tighten, his features shifted momentarily to his demon visage as he roared his orgasm, shooting his seed across the dank bathroom. �Well it�s a good thing we�re leaving tonight, otherwise I�d have to find someone to clean that up,� he thought with a smirk, and then headed back to the bedroom to get dressed.
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He returned to find Willow wearing the gown he had picked for her, nothing to fancy, easy to travel in, but exceedingly feminine. It had the appearance of dark green velvet, but was in fact some other material that was slightly stretchy and much more comfortable, or at least that was what the sales girl had told him before he had killed her. The skirt was long and flowing, with a low waist line and a fitted sleeveless bodice that showed off an ample amount of cleavage. With her damp red tresses brushing against her bare shoulders, Spike couldn�t imagine spending eternity with anyone else. Drusilla who? Catching himself, he tried to regain his composure, and casually went about dressing.
Willow sat on the edge of the bed in a state of dazed confusion, absently watching her captor move around the room without a hint of self consciousness about his naked form. She could never be that free with her body. She wondered if such confidence about his appearance was a vampire thing, since they couldn�t see their reflection, or was it just a Spike thing? Even just the random act of dressing seemed like some sort of dance with him. With every movement she could see his taught muscles moving just below his skin. He had an innate sense of grace like most predators, and it was simply mesmerizing.
"It�s time to go pet," he said, snapping her out of her trance.
"Go, go where?"
"Somewhere new, come on," he replied, slipping his hand under her arm and helping her out the door.
This was terrible! Buffy was obviously already having trouble finding her, and if they went very far, she may never find them at all! Panic began to set in again, as she desperately tried to come up with some excuse for them to stay put. But it was pointless, before she could come up with anything; Spike was already loading her into the old Desoto. She couldn�t help but notice that there was neither door handle nor window crank on her side of the car.
"Safety precaution," he said, noticing her gaze, "Dru fell out once because of messing with the lever."
"And the window?"
"She tried to open it during the daytime and burnt a bunch of her hair off. She pouted for days." Not wanting to think about Dru he changed the subject "Hungry pet? I could hit a drive through on our way out of town."
Now was her chance.
"Hungry, I�m starving,� she said somewhat weakly, �Could we please stop by the �Espresso Pump� for a latte and a giant muffin?" She said remembering that she was supposed to meet Buffy there tonight to help her study for a chemistry test they had in the morning. She knew that Buffy must be going crazy looking for her; she just hoped she would think to look there.
"The �Espresso Pump� huh? Isn�t that one of the places you and your super-friends hang out?"
"Um, no," she said with false confidence, "that would be the Bronze. I don�t think Buffy even drinks coffee."
�Now, Red, how daft do you think I am?�, he asked, "Nope, I�m sorry. If it�s the big rescue you�re wanting, you�ll just have to wait for her to find you. In fact I�m surprised she hasn�t tried to find you already."
Willow tried not to be hurt by his words. It was more than just the implication that her friend didn�t care about her; it was that she was starting to wonder herself why Buffy hadn�t found her yet.
"She�s probably looking for me right now," she said weakly.
"I�m sure she is," he responded smugly, "so just to show you what a swell guy I am, let�s give her half a chance, huh? Let�s go see if she�s actually out looking for you, or if she and the boy are at that little club you kids like to go to."
She couldn�t believe her ears! She knew Buffy and Xander would be out looking for her, but maybe there would be someone else at the Bronze who could help her. If nothing else, she may be able to escape into the crowd. But this was too easy; Spike had to be up to something.
"What�s the catch?" she asked suspiciously.
"No catch, I�m just betting your friends aren�t as great as you think they are."
The catch was he knew they would be there. He had spoken to one of the two minions he had put on slayer duty, just before leaving. He had informed Spike that both Buffy and the other slayer, Faith, were dancing at the Bronze with their boy, Xander. Better still, Red�s ex-puppy was there also, apparently on a date. He knew it was risky to take her there, there was a good chance that one or both of the slayers would try to stake his ass. Still, if he played his cards right, it could be just the catalyst needed to drive Willow away from those losers and to him forever.
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As they entered the Bronze, Spike tightened his grasp around Willow �s waist, leading her carefully around the club until they came into view of Buffy and the others on the dance floor. He felt Willow tense instantly.
�They must not know you�ve taken me,� she said softly, unable to hide her hurt.
�Try not to take it too hard luv. After all, it�s only been a day or so. Maybe they didn�t notice you were gone from class, I mean it�s not like you had plans with them or anything, right?� he said trying not to smile as he kept his voice neutral. He noticed her letting out a small sob.
He moved them back a bit as the song ended and the trio headed back over to their table. He wanted Red to be able to see and hear them, without being seen themselves.
"So no Willow huh?" Faith asked casually.
"Well, I figured she would be helping Giles do research, but he said he hadn�t seen her since yesterday. He tried calling her house, but no one answered. She�s probably just sitting there all alone feeling sorry for herself and has forgotten all about the sephlar demons she�s supposed to be helping me research. She even stood me up tonight for our study thing. I swear if I fail that chemistry test I�m going to be so pissed�� Buffy said before being interrupted.
�Wait we have a test tomorrow!?!� Xander erupted suddenly, as Buffy shot him a withering stare.
�I mean what does she have to be upset about anyway, it was her own fault Oz dumped her," Buffy continued.
"Yeah well I�m glad she�s not here, the girl always did seem a bit too uptight. I mean talk about a buzz kill," Faith said.
"Yeah, just look at Oz over there," added Xander, already forgetting about the test, "He�s obviously moved on, Will should just get over her funk and get on with her life. And speaking of getting on, would one of you lovely ladies like to get onto the dance floor with me?"
Willow couldn�t believe her ears. She had been kidnapped 24 hours ago, and no one had even bothered to look for her! In fact her closest friends were sitting at a club bad-mouthing her! But worst of all was Oz. She thought he loved her. True the breakup had been her own fault, but still, she didn�t expect him to rebound into the arms of the first floozy he met! Just looking at them was making her sick. She couldn�t take anymore. She turned away from the lot of them.
Looking down at her shoes, she started to cry for what felt like the hundredth time that day. This time however, it wasn�t from fear, but from defeat. She felt that life had beaten her. She had always tried to be the best person she could be. The best student, the best daughter, the best friend, but it was all meaningless, none of it mattered in the end, and she simply couldn�t take it anymore.
"Take me away from here please," she said almost too softly to be heard over the din of the club.
Spike didn�t need to be told twice. His plan had worked like a charm. Now that he had her truly separated from her friends, he would take her away from this hell hole. Take her someplace where he could make her happy; make her forget that there was ever anyone else in her life. It was time for part two of his plan, he thought, as he steered her back out to the car and drove them off into the night.
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Part 2
For a long while they drove in silence. Occasionally Spike would glance over at Willow to see how she was doing, only to see her staring out the window with a blank look on her face, tugging lightly on her bottom lip. His own nervous habits led him to chain smoking and drinking whiskey, but since he was fresh out of Jack Daniels, he settled on the constant stream of smoke he was pulling into his dead lungs. After a few hours of this, he noticed he had only one cigarette left out of the two new packs he had gotten before they left. He also noticed the gas tank was getting towards empty, as was his stomach, so he pulled into the next truck stop he saw.
"Are you hungry pet?" he asked as if speaking to a small child.
"Hmmm? Oh, no." she replied absently.
"Just the same, I think you better eat something, and you should probably use the loo while were in there too. It could be awhile before we stop again."
After filling up the tank, he went around to Willow�s side of the car, letting her out. He wrapped a protective arm around her small frame and led her into the truck stop diner. Inside waitresses were bustling around, in a hurry to drop off orders. One of these women ran headlong into Spike, nearly scalding him with a pot of coffee that went crashing to the floor. The flustered girl looked up at the bemused vampire, apologizing profusely. She couldn�t have been more than sixteen; it was probably her first job. Spike gave her a charming wink, and assured her that it was quite alright, before asking her where the facilities were, explaining that his overly pale friend wasn�t quite feeling well.
After being pointed in the right direction, he escorted Willow over to the bathrooms, explained that he needed to go pay for their gas and told her to meet him back at the lunch counter. He knew she was still somewhat in a state of shock and felt fairly confident she wouldn�t try to run for it. Spike then doubled back to find the cute little waitress and make a meal out of her. To his luck, he returned to find her in the process of being fired, and simply followed her outside as she made her teary exit.
"That wasn�t very nice of them, was it luv?"
"What? Oh it�s you. Did you come to yell at me too?"
"I would never dream of yelling at such an exquisite creature as yourself," he said smoothly. His seduction routine was much too blatant to be used on the average girl, but this one was young and didn�t seem too bright. So he laid it on a bit thick, hoping to lure her away from all the lights, behind the building perhaps, where he could kill her quickly and return before Willow noticed he was gone. His plan worked like a charm, and he soon convinced her to follow him somewhere where they could talk �privately�.
"I�m a little surprised. I mean, when I saw you come in with that redheaded girl, I just figured you two were together," the girl babbled, thrilled that such a hottie would be interested in her.
"Oh, we are pet," Spike responded, now that he had her alone.
"Then what do you want with me? Because I�m not that kind of girl," she replied, clearly irritated that he would try to pick her up with his girlfriend inside.
"What kind is that luv? The kind who goes off into the darkness with a man she�s known for only five minutes?" he asked innocently before turning towards her with gold eyes and fangs flashing, "Oh I know, the kind of girl that is found dead in a dumpster." He finished with an eerie calmness.
The girl let out a brief shriek before Spike clamped his hand over her mouth and his teeth on her throat. It was over quickly, and Spike was a little disappointed that she hadn�t put up more of a fight. However, as he was tossing her body into a nearby dumpster, he was pleasantly surprised to feel a warm, happy, euphoric sensation take over his body. He wasn�t sure what the girl had been on, probably one of those new designer drugs that were always in the news like �ecstasy� or �GHB�, but whatever it was, it was no wonder she was having problems working.
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He returned to the diner to find Willow waiting for him at the counter. They found a booth in the corner and placed their orders with an old, wiry looking woman, who apologized for the wait, explaining that one of the waitresses had just been fired. Both she and Willow then shot Spike confused and nervous glances when he began to giggle uncontrollably at the mention of the girl. After the woman had gone to get Willow �s food and Spike�s coffee, he then began a drum solo on the table with his silverware, creating such a ruckus that people around them were starting to stare. Willow was unsure what to do about the situation, taking into consideration Spike�s temper. After more dirty looks from the customers she decided to intervene before things escalated into a fight and quite possibly dead bodies.
First she attempted to ask him nicely to quit his banging, and then a bit more forcefully, but Spike simply continued as if unable to hear her, adding the water glasses to his set. Finally she threw caution to the wind and reached out, grabbing his silverware away from him. As she did this, Spike looked up at her, as if seeing her for the first time, and grabbed her hand before it could make it back across the table. He carefully removed the fork and spoon from her grasp and set them aside, before lifting her hand to his mouth and placing a lingering kiss on her palm. He then returned her hand to the table, encasing it with his own, and tracing small patterns across its surface. The entire scene was observed by many around them, who had been watching the blonde lunatic during his drum solo, and it would have made a very romantic picture, if it weren�t for the maniacal grin Spike wore.
Willow started to become uneasy, both with his grin, and with the situation in general. It was almost as if she had been asleep ever since they had left the Bronze, and was only just now waking. She was in serious danger, and she needed to get away. She attempted to snatch her hand back, but Spike held fast to it, unaware of her growing fear. She glanced around, looking for someone to help her, but she knew that anyone who got in their way would only be killed.
As she continued to assess possible escape plans, she became aware that Spike had now moved on to singing very loudly some old tavern song involving wenches and lewd behavior at a bawdy, (whatever that was). She also noticed the waitress quickly returning to their table wearing an annoyed _expression.
"I�m afraid you two are going to have to leave," she said flatly.
"Bugger Off! I�m not going any where until me and my lady here, get our food. So you can just hustle your wrinkly ass back to the kitchen and get our stuff," Spike responded somewhat hotly.
"Spike, the nice lady wants us to go, maybe we should. I wasn�t really hungry anyway," Willow said as if trying to pacify a child. She knew this place was probably her last hope of escape, but if he snapped in here, people were going to die. It was better to just diffuse this situation and take her chances with him on her own, than to have anyone�s death on her conscious. Unfortunately Spike wasn�t going for it.
"Sorry luv, but no can do. Their job is to provide a service to their customers, and we�re customers," he then stood and turned to glare at the old waitress adding with a deadly tone, "Service us."
At this the cook came out from behind the counter with a baseball bat in his hand and menace in his eyes. The diner grew deadly quiet.
"The lady asked you to leave, and I�ve already called the cops. So why don�t you beat it, before I have to come over there and bash your head in!"
"Oh I�d love to see you try it mate, I�ve just been itching for a decent spot of violence," Spike looked the man over with a sneer, slipping into his demon visage, "but I guess you�ll just have to do."
The quiet of the room was replaced by horrified gasps and chaos, as people quickly scattered to get away from the escalating scene involving an incredibly pissed off vampire. But before Spike could make a move toward the now cowering man, Willow summoned all her courage and jumped between the two.
"Spike I want to go now," she said forcefully.
"Soon baby, daddy wants to play a bit first," he responded keeping his eyes locked on the terrified cook, standing frozen behind the little redhead. She knew she had to act fast, and came up with a different tack.
"But I was hoping daddy wanted to play with me," she said with a little girl pout, trailing her hand lightly down his chest and dangerously close to his crotch.
Spike looked at her through his drugged haze, and his look of death was quickly replaced by a wolfish leer that sent shivers down Willow �s spine.
"Right, let�s go luv. This place would probably just give you botchulism anyway." And with that he wrapped his arm around her possessively and led them back out to the car.
After placing her securely inside, he sped back out onto the highway, looking for the nearest place to stop before dawn came, passing almost immediately the police car that had come to arrest him. Willow glanced behind her, seeing only glimpses through the painted over windows of the last hope she had of escape, as it quickly disappeared.
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The old black car drove on for nearly an hour, swerving back and forth, at times dangerously close to the ditch. Willow tried in vain to put her seatbelt on, only to find it broken. She eyed Spike warily, to see him leering back at her, before he swerved again, this time into oncoming traffic.
"Spike look out!" Willow screamed as an oncoming truck loomed dangerously close. Realizing the impending crash, he swerved the car back into their own lane and finally off onto the shoulder, coming to a stop. They sat there for a minute, Spike giggling wildly, and Willow shaking uncontrollably.
"Maybe you should drive pet." He said between giggles, sliding toward her and pulling her over his lap to trade places, hesitating briefly to give her a quick squeeze. She settled behind the wheel, having to sit on the edge of the seat to be able to reach the peddles. As she drove, Spike noticed her awkward position and removed his duster, placing it behind her to help compensate.
As his hands brushed against her back, he noticed the velvety feel of her dress and how wonderful it was. He lowered his head to her lap so he could feel the same sensation against his cheek. Willow , startled by the vampire putting his head in her lap, lurched forward in her seat, effectively wedging Spike�s head between her leg and the steering wheel.
"Ow! Red, my head," Spike began giggling again, "hey I�m a poet and didn�t know it."
"Oh, sorry," she said sliding back a little so he could pull his head back. "Umm, Spike, please don�t take this the wrong way, but what the heck is wrong with you?"
"It was that little girl I ate, she was on some really good shit," he said watching Willow visibly tense up.
"What girl? I was with you the whole time."
"Oh, it was that stupid bint that almost spilled coffee on me; I killed her while you were in the loo."
"That waitress, you killed her? How could you!?" she couldn�t believe her ears, here she had tried so hard to protect those people, foregoing her own safety, and he had killed someone anyway.
Spike loved to see her anger take over, the fire it gave her was such a turn-on. He slid closer to her, so he could whisper in her ear.
"I did it because I am a killer, it�s what I do luv."
"Don�t call me love," she said between gritted teeth.
"Well, I could just call you dinner," he said, his voice picking up a dangerous edge. At which point Willow swerved back off the road and slammed the car to a halt.
"Look you, you, big bully, if you�re going to kill me then just get it over with, because I�m tired of feeling terrified every minute!" she yelled, her eyes on fire and her teeth barred. Spike could hold back no longer. He grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her forward for a fierce kiss. Drowning out her scream of terror, he forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring the hot cavern thoroughly.
After the initial shock wore off and Willow realized that he was in fact, not going to kill her, her anger kicked back in and she bit down hard on his tongue, creating a deep gouge. Blood filled her mouth, but Spike didn�t pull back, if anything he redoubled his assault, thoroughly turned on by the taste of blood. Willow thrashed about, pinned between the door and the drug crazed vampire. When she began to make desperate choking and gagging noises Spike finally noticed her discomfort and backed off. Blood was dripping down her chin as he moved back slightly and the sight of it almost made him pounce on her again, until he noticed the look of pure hatred and revulsion in her eyes. Feeling a bit defeated he sat back in his seat, reaching across to wipe the blood from her chin. She flinched at the motion, but didn�t stop him.
"Drive," he said flatly.
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They finally pulled off just before dawn at a dingy motel. Spike got them a room, bringing a small bag in with him. Willow decided to take a shower and was happy to find that the evil bastard had remembered to pack a toothbrush and toothpaste for her. The taste of blood had been giving her a queasy feeling for the last few hours and she was happy to finally be rid of it. There was something else too, something besides the nausea the blood created. A feeling of raw power, almost like a narcotic, that had flooded her body the moment his blood had flooded her mouth.
She hated to admit it, but part of her could understand the appeal of drinking blood if that�s what it was always like, but she suspected it was likely just vampire blood, or perhaps even just Spike�s blood after killing that girl. She shuddered at the thought of part of that poor girl being passed to her. Even though the scene in the car with Spike had frightened and disgusted her, she found herself wanting to taste him again and it was chilling her to the bone. Willow stepped under the hot spray of the shower, and wanted to stay there forever.
How long ago was it that Spike had taken her? One day, two? It felt like a lifetime. He was going to kill her, and she knew it. He wanted her for a mate, and that meant he would have to turn her. What she didn�t understand was why he hadn�t done it already. Surely she would make a more willing partner if she were evil. Or maybe he didn�t want a willing partner, maybe he got off on the struggle. Her mind wandered back to their earlier encounter in the bathtub, and she felt herself start to become aroused in spite of her current situation. He sure seemed to want her willing then.
It was all so confusing. She was terrified of him, and hated him for the things he did, but some part of her, a darker part she hadn�t known existed, was turned on by him. All of it, the possessiveness, the violence, even the killing had some sort of sick appeal to her. She didn�t want to admit it, but after a lifetime of being a helpless doormat, she was drawn to his confidence and power. She felt another cold shiver go through her body, despite the heat of the water, just thinking such dark thoughts. What was happening to her? She felt like she was losing herself. She closed her eyes, sticking her head back under the water, and hoped she would drown.
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While she was showering, Spike placed a nightgown on the bathroom counter for her. He then went about preparing the room. He removed two pencils from the desk, and chucked them outside. He then disconnected the phone, before he took out a role of duct tape, using it to totally cover the windows. Finally he moved the bed in front of the door, making it virtually impossible for anyone to get in or out. Short of breaking the window, little Red was going nowhere. He then moved the TV to accommodate the new location of the bed, and undressed, slipping under the covers, and flipping on the set. As he waited for his princess he caught the end of an old �Three�s Company� rerun, quietly congratulating himself for never giving into the fashion nightmare that was the �70s.
The drugs had begun to work their way out of his system, making him feel groggy and slightly hung over. He pulled a pack of smokes out of his duster pocket, which had been lying on a nearby chair. He was glad he had remembered to grab a carton on his way out of the truck stop earlier, but wished he had been paying closer attention as he looked down at the pack of ultra-lights. He sighed and snapped the filter off the cigarette before lighting it, his thoughts drifting to the naked girl showering in the next room.
He had already decided to give Red a bit of space. He wanted to break her down a bit, but not completely. He wanted her crazy, but he didn�t want her to lose her fire. Angelus had spent months with his psychological torture of Dru, and in the end she was such a nutter that he could barely stand to be around her. Spike didn�t mind the insanity, it may have been trying at times, but it kept things interesting. It also kept her dependent on him, or at least it had until Angelus had shown back up in their lives and shot everything to hell.
He missed having someone to care for, and wondered if Willow would wear insanity as well as Dru did. He was musing over his thoughts of the two women when Willow finally came out of the bathroom wearing the short nightie he had left her. The light from the bathroom was shining behind her, clearly outlining her body through the flimsy material. She reached out and switched off the light leaving only the glow of the TV to see by.
"If I sleep on the floor will you leave me be?" she asked.
"No." he replied simply.
"Fine." she said, slipping under the covers. She expected him to maul her, but instead he kept his distance.
A part of him wanted to apologize for the earlier incident in the car, he hadn�t meant to lose control with her, but if he made any concessions it would only make him seem weak so he kept his mouth shut. Spike stared intently at the ceiling, trying not to notice the half naked goddess lying next to him. He was trying so hard not to notice her that he was startled when she began to speak.
"What do you want with me?"
"I told you, I want a new princess."
"Which means at some point you are going to kill me, right?"
"That�s the plan pet."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"You�re not ready yet."
Willow thought about this for a moment, he had only confirmed what she already knew, but had given her no indication what was to come, except for her eventual death.
"You could have taken any girl. Why me?" in her mind the answer was already clear, he had done it to get at Buffy and Angel, by taking one of their own. She was not prepared for his real answer.
"I chose you because you were simply irresistible," he said, turning to face her. "You�re more than just incredibly beautiful, you�re also smart, and sexy, and powerful." As he said this he brushed a wet lock of hair out of her face, taking in her stunned _expression.
"You�re wrong. I mean I know I�m smart, but those other things aren�t me. I am so not powerful."
"Of course you are luv, you just have to let yourself go first. Now get some sleep, we�ve got a long night of driving ahead of us when we wake."
"Where are we going?"
"You�ll find out when we get there. Goodnight pet."
And with that he rolled over and closed his eyes. He was shocked at the calm way Red had questioned him about his plans and her own future death. He wondered if he should be worried, she was a smart girl and should probably not be underestimated, but she was likely just in shock and not plotting an escape. He pushed his suspicions out of his mind and tried to get some rest.
Still, he couldn�t sleep; instead he lay still, listening for her breathing to slow to a steady rhythm. When he heard her soft snores start, he moved closer to her, wanting to wrap himself around her warmth, but not wanting to wake her. Then as he lay watching her chest rise and fall, she rolled toward him, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder and wrapping her arm around his bare waist. He closed his eyes, relaxing in her warmth, thinking to himself how lucky he was that he would get to spend eternity with this rare beauty, as he was eventually taken over by his exhaustion.
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Willow woke with a start to find herself again in total darkness. Apparently Spike had blacked out the windows somehow. She stared off into the distance for a moment, waiting for her eyes to adjust, but when they didn�t cooperate, her other senses kicked in to offer her some clues. She was a little surprised to realize that she was sleeping rather intertwined with Spike�s dead limbs. How had she not noticed this before? Her head felt somewhat woozy, and the nightie Spike had given her was starting to itch. �Must be all the lace� she thought absently, as she maneuvered slightly out of Spike�s grasp so she could pull the ridiculously small garment over her head. Relieved to have the rough fabric away from her skin, she settled her now naked body back into its former position.
She knew she should be uncomfortable lying naked with a vampire, but she wasn�t. Maybe Spike�s ease with his own body was starting to wear off on her. Or perhaps she had simply resigned herself to her fate. There was something rather freeing about knowing she was going to die, she no longer had to spend all her time worrying about what was right or wrong, she could just be. She wondered what would become of her soul when he killed her. Would her vampire self even notice when it had gone, or would she simply become evil and unaware that she had ever had a soul?
As she let her mind wander, her hands wandered also, tracing light patterns across Spike�s chest. At first she felt somewhat guilty, she was a good girl and she shouldn�t be here like this. She may be a prisoner, but she should be at least trying to escape or fight or something. After all, she hated Spike, right? But as she argued with herself, her fingers continued to caress his smooth skin, almost as if they had a mind of their own. His flesh was cool to the touch, but not cold, and she liked the way it felt against her cheek. Spike wrapped his arms more tightly around her, drawn to her heat, as she reached her hand up to trace the chiseled features of his face, but she froze when she felt him stir. She should have realized all her movement would have woken him.
Spike woke to find himself wrapped around a very naked Willow stroking his face. �I must still be asleep and dreaming� he thought somewhat groggily. He reached his hand up to hers and found it to be quite real. His superior night vision could make out the dazed and somewhat frightened _expression on the small redhead�s face. He couldn�t help but smile as he leaned his head down to kiss her.
He expected her to pull back, but she didn�t, instead she just sighed and pressed her body closer to his. Spike pushed her mouth open gently with his tongue, teasing her with soft wet kisses, trying to make up for his previous brutal assault on her mouth. Willow didn�t exactly know why she wasn�t resisting; all she knew was that it felt good to just give in. Accepting her fate, she was able to revel in the sensations flooding her body. She wondered if given a hundred plus years, Xander or Oz would ever be able to kiss this good. The thought only stayed with her for a second though as Spike trailed his hand to her right breast, cupping it slightly before rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger causing it to pucker and harden.
Willow moaned against his mouth, encouraging him to plant more wet kisses on her jaw before working his way down. He detoured on his way to her throat, to nibble her earlobe with blunt teeth, while his hand moved on to the left breast. When his lips brushed against her neck she stiffened slightly, but relaxed again when he simply continued with his soft kisses. He moved tortuously slow, as he kissed his way past her collar bone to finally press his mouth upon her hard nipple. Willow gasped and wrapped her right hand into his hair, using her left hand to try and pull his body on top of hers. Her increasing need was driving him crazy, but he forced himself to remain in control. He wanted her first time to be incredible. He wanted it to be all about her, but as he moved his body on top of hers, his own need became painfully obvious to both of them.
After giving equal attention to her other nipple, he continued his tour of her body, down her belly, and hovering briefly over her woman hood before moving on to kiss his way down one leg, and back up the other. By the time he returned to her hot center, Willow felt like she was on fire. Spike carefully separated her folds with one finger, resisting the temptation to slide it into her core. He knew it was selfish, and would perhaps be more painful for her, but he wanted his cock to be the first thing to feel the inside of her. Instead he planted another soft wet kiss on her swollen clit, causing Willow to let out another low moan, rocking her hips forward. He continued to nibble and suck on the hard nub, while his hands found their way back up to her breasts. Her breathing started to come in shallow pants and he could tell she was close, it was time.
Spike backed off, hearing a growl of protest from Willow . He pulled himself back up her body and planted a fierce kiss on her lips as he thrust into her incredibly tight channel. Her scream of pain was swallowed by his kiss, as her small frame tried to accommodate the sheer girth of his throbbing cock. The smell of her virginal blood filled his senses as he worked to keep their rhythm under control. He was close, but he wanted to hold back till she was satisfied. He reached his left hand down between their bodies and began rubbing her clit, driving her back toward the point of oblivion.
He felt her walls clench around his shaft, as the throes of her orgasm hit her. She clawed at his back, leaving bloody trails, her head thrown back, eyes shut tight, and a loud cry escaping her lips. Spike was overcome by her beauty and his need to possess her. He felt his balls tighten and his demon took over as he pounded into her, roaring his orgasm, he sunk his fangs into her bared throat, drinking deeply as he filled her with his dead seed.
He noticed her body becoming limp and stopped his feeding, pressing his hand against the wound to slow the bleeding. He hadn�t meant to drink so much, he only wanted to claim her, but her blood was so intoxicating, that he couldn�t help himself. He listened carefully to her heart beat, and was reassured to find that it was still strong. He would turn her soon enough, but now was not the time, he just wanted her to carry his mark. However, the blood loss had been a bit much, causing her to faint. Maybe it was for the best, she would need her rest, and it would give her a little time before she had to face the moral dilemma of her actions. Spike pulled her body on top of his, tracing circles on her back, and allowed himself to drift back to sleep, content and happy.
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Part 3
Buffy woke to the sound of the phone making an urgent intrusion into her restful sleep. She rolled over and begrudgingly picked up the receiver.
�Mmmfellom� she mumbled.
�Buffy, is that you,� Angel asked slightly amused.
�Yeah it�s me, and since when do you call me on the phone? I thought you only knew how to sneak in my window with dire news.�
�Very funny. I�m at the library with Giles. We�ve been doing research all night, and we were kind of hoping you and Willow could come help out.�
�Ok, what about Xander?�
�We already sent him out for donuts.�
�Oh good, because if I�m going to be getting my research on, I�m going to be needing plenty of jelly donuts.�
�We asked him to get one box of just jelly.�
�And that�s why I love you. I�ll call Will and have her head over to the library.�
�We already tried, but she didn�t answer. We thought maybe you could stop by.�
�Yeah, she�s been pretty mopey lately; it�s really starting to get on my nerves. Maybe I�ll take her out on a shopping spree after our research party, it always cheers me up.�
�Well, just try to hurry. We�re running out of time on these Sephlar demons. If we don�t find something about the sacrifice soon, people are going to die.� With that Angel hung up the phone.
�And a cheery goodbye to you too.� Buffy thought as she hung up the phone and headed for the shower.
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Once Buffy was standing outside Willow �s house, her spider sense kicked into overdrive. She tried pounding on the door before digging the spare key out of the flower pot and letting herself inside. As soon as she came through the door, her foot connected with a couple days worth of mail that had been fed through the slot, sending it scattering across the entry room floor. She called out for Willow ; getting no response she stepped over the mail and headed upstairs to her room. Once there she immediately noticed that her bed had not been slept in, but other than that everything seemed fine. There were no signs of a struggle, and if she didn�t know better, she would guess that Willow had simply gone to visit a friend for a few days or something, but Willow didn�t have any friends besides her and Xander.
Buffy tried to think back to the last time she had seen or talked to her, ignoring the panic that was quickly rising into her throat. Research at the library on Friday, it was now Sunday. This was not good. Willow had been missing for two days, and no one had noticed?! She hadn�t noticed?! She grabbed Willow �s phone and frantically called Giles.
�Hello, Buffy? Is that you? Do calm down, I can�t understand a word you�re saying. Have you learned something about the Sephlar demons?� Giles asked somewhat bewildered.
�Giles, forget the big bad for a minute. We have a bigger problem. Willow is missing!� Buffy shouted, letting her panic get the better of her.
� Willow , baby, wake up. It�s time to go.� Spike said gently, helping her sit up, �here pet, I want you to eat something.� he said handing her a carton of fried rice.
�Where am I?� she asked woozily, taking the carton with shaking hands.
�We�re at the motel, remember? Now eat up, we need to get going.�
Willow looked down at her naked body, the sheet was pulled across her waist, but her bare chest was fully exposed. She tried to pull the sheet up to cover herself, spilling half her dinner in the process. Giving up she let the sheet drop back down and went to work on the rice. She hadn�t realized how hungry she was. When was the last time she ate? Friday. It was now what, Sunday maybe? So much had happened in such a short time. She had been kidnapped, and now she was on the run with a legendary killer, but all she could think about was that she�d had sex with Spike, more than that; she had lost her virginity to him.
She tried to recall what it was her mother had said about virginity once. Something about it being nothing more than a patriarchal tradition to expect a woman to wait until she was married, while a boy could only become a man through premarital sex. Of course this conversation didn�t actually involve her; her parents had never really given her the sex talk.
She had learned about sex on her own, when Xander stole one of his Uncle Maurie�s porno�s. She had been mortified at what she saw, and couldn�t look at Xander for weeks without turning bright red. Looking back on her �sex education�, she didn�t think it had adequately prepared her for this. Although, Uncle Maurie�s porno�s and last night�s escapades did both leave her feeling dirty.
Spike watched Willow shovel rice into her mouth as she stared off into space. She was simply gorgeous. Her pale skin, and rumpled hair, together with the way she had simply left the sheet hanging around her waist, giving up on modesty, she looked thoroughly debauched. She was irresistible. He wanted to ravage her right then, but they really did need to get back on the road.
It was obvious the incident at the Bronze the other night had left Willow feeling like her friends didn�t care, but he knew better. Despite what a bitch Slutty could be to his Red, he knew on some level she and that dolt Xander did care and would eventually come looking for them. And then there was that bastard sire of his, there was no way he was going to let him anywhere near his princess. He rose out of the chair, snuffing out his previously forgotten cigarette, and laid out some clean clothes for her, before gathering together their few belongings.
�You have time for a quick shower if you want, but try to hurry.�
�What, no fancy dress tonight?� she asked eyeing the jeans and T-shirt.
�I thought you might be more comfortable in these, but if you would rather something else, I�ve got a few things in the bag��
�No, these are fine. I�ll just be five minutes in the shower.�
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Before long they were off and driving again. And again it was in silence. Spike had put on some Sex Pistols for their listening pleasure, but every time he tried to strike up a conversation she simply tuned him out, and would go back to lightly stroking the wound on her neck.
They stopped a couple of times for gas and food. Spike didn�t make any scenes, and Willow didn�t try to escape. At the last stop Spike grabbed a truck driver on their way back to the car, breaking his neck quickly and draining him dry. Willow flinched as she watched the scene through the painted over windows of the Desoto. When Spike returned, she couldn�t look at him.
�What�s wrong baby? You�ve been quiet all night.� Spike asked with concern
�Do you like it?� she responded coldly.
�Like what luv?� he asked, a little confused.
�Do you like killing them?� her emotion was unreadable.
�Yeah, I am a vampire you know.� He said simply.
�And when I�m a vampire will I like it?�
�Yeah pet, you will.�
�Do you remember what it was like to have a soul?� her tone was no longer judgmental, just curious.
�Nah, I remember my life before, but not my soul. I mean I know there were people I cared about and all that rot, but once I was turned, none of it mattered. I�m not sure how to explain it, the world was just different.�
�Sounds lonely.�
�Not really, I had new family, new hobbies.�
�Yeah like killing people.�
�Hey don�t knock it. Besides, there are plenty of miserable mortals out there; I�m just bringing them a little eternal peace.�
Willow couldn�t help but smile at this. She knew he was joking, and that it really wasn�t funny, but the absurdness of her situation still made her want to laugh. The rest of the night was continued in silence until they pulled into a cheap motel, again just before dawn.
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The moment they were inside Willow shed her clothes and headed for the shower. Spike was a little surprised at the way she stripped like it was nothing, but it was a pleasant surprise. He gave her a few minutes before undressing as well, and heading into the bathroom, where he was immediately overwhelmed by a cloud of steam.
Stepping into the shower he expected to startle her somewhat, but she simply looked up at him from under the jet of scalding hot water. Spike noticed her skin turning a bright shade of red where the water was washing over her; she had turned the taps way too hot, and was being scalded. Spike reached around her to turn the temperature down a little, but she quickly slapped his hand away.
�Leave it.�
� Willow , it�s too hot. It�s burning you.�
�I like it.�
He looked at her vacant eyes, and then forced her out of the way to turn the temperature down. She didn�t move to stop him this time; she simply crumpled to the shower floor. Spike switched off the shower and set it to fill the tub instead. He then moved around behind Willow , sitting down and pulling her toward him. This was no good. He wanted her a little crazy, but not catatonic. He wondered if Angelus went through this same thing with Dru, although he doubted Angelus would have ever tried to comfort Drusilla.
He was soft. It was why Dru had left him in the first place, and now he was being soft again. But when he looked down at Willow �s pale form, with her head resting limply on his chest, he couldn�t help himself. He could be a little soft for her. He stroked her hair and slowly washed her body with delicate strokes as the tub filled around them. By the time it was full, he had finished washing the both of them, and just sat holding her in the steaming water, planting gentle kisses on her forehead. When he felt the water start to cool he drained the tub, wrapped a towel around her and carried her to the bed.
After drying her off, he placed her under the covers and went about preparing the room. Once he finished he slipped into bed next to his princess who instantly wrapped herself around him. He pulled her hot body tight against his cold one, breathing deep the smell that is Willow . He knew the cinnamon smell was from her soap, but he didn�t know where the clove smell came from, maybe it was just a part of her. As he was thinking about this he felt her hand trail its way down his chest to gently stroke his hardening shaft. He pulled her hand away and looked into the green pools of her eyes.
�Willow, not that I wouldn�t love to shag you pet, but why are you doing this?� he asked huskily.
�Because when you touch me I don�t feel quite so numb. If I stop to think about it too much then I get scared, so no thinking, just touch me.�
At that he descended upon her, his mouth devouring her flesh. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, stroking her hot skin, making her tingle all over. She moaned softly as his lips brushed against her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and she gasped, pulling his head closer. He then snaked his hand down between her legs sliding two fingers into her hot core as his thumb rubbed against her clit. She winced slightly at the pain from their previous night�s coupling, but the pain was soon replaced by jolts of pleasure building inside of her. His mouth returned to hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue entering her mouth to do battle. After a minute he backed off slightly, giving her a chance to breathe.
�Spike,� she gasped, �in me, now, please.�
She didn�t need to ask twice. Removing his hand, he entered her quickly, causing Willow to let out another gasp of pain and clutch his shoulders tightly. He thrust into her with a steady rhythm, working them both toward their much needed release. He tried to hold his concentration, not wanting to arrive before her.
� Willow , cum for me baby,� he groaned into her ear.
The sound of his voice and his cool breath in her ear pushed her over the edge. As her slick walls clenched around his pulsating cock, she cried out and bit down on his shoulder, drawing blood into her mouth. The feel of her biting him and drinking his blood was just too much. He felt his balls start to tighten as his demon came to the fore and he shot his dead seed into her hot womb.
Afterwards they lay intertwined, Spike stroking her hair, and Willow stroking his chest. Spike felt content, happy. Things were going well, and soon they would be far enough away that they would be able to stop running, and he would teach her what being a princess was all about.
�Spike, will you ever leave me?� she asked as she absently reached up to lightly run her fingers along the brow ridge of his demon visage, startled slightly when his face returned to human.
�Never baby.� he answered without hesitation.
�And no matter what, you�ll always want me?�
�Always.� He said, emphasizing his words with a little squeeze.
�Ok then.� and with that she lifted her head to give him a small kiss before drifting off to sleep.
He wasn�t sure what she had meant. Was she now ok with the situation? It seemed a little soon, but he could hope right? Pulling her closer he drifted off to sleep himself.
The next few nights continued on the same way. They drove all night, rarely speaking, and stopping just before dawn to stay in some dingy motel where Spike would spend half the time shagging his redheaded goddess senseless. Then at dusk they would pack up and move on. Willow was starting to wonder if they would ever reach their mysterious destination. She knew they were heading northeast, but other than that, she didn�t have a clue.
All their hours spent driving in silence had given her plenty of time to think, too much time. She felt she was losing her grip on reality. The first couple of days, Spike had kept such a close eye on her that there were no opportunities for escape, but the last few days he had slacked off a bit. She had plenty of chances to make a dash for it, or even to kill him, but she hadn�t. She didn�t know why, all she knew was that she apparently wasn�t the girl she thought she was.
She wasn�t about to delude herself into thinking she was in love with Spike, but he did appeal to her in a twisted way. It wasn�t a sex thing, although she had no complaints there, it was more like a bizarre sense of security he gave her. She knew she was going to die, but she didn�t have to fear it because he would bring her back, and more than that he had promised not to leave her, no matter what.
She was tired of the people who were supposed to be there for her, just turning their backs and walking away. However, when she stopped to think about it all, she still couldn�t shake her nagging sense of doubt. This was not who she was. She didn�t bed down with killers, heck, she didn�t bed down with anyone. Maybe she was just suffering from some sort of mental condition common to kidnap victims, where they sympathize with their captors, like Sharon Tate. What was it called again? Her mind was still rambling, even if her mouth wasn�t. All these thoughts were driving her crazy, and so was the silence. She needed to get her mind off things for awhile.
�I want to drive,� she said suddenly, startling Spike.
�What�s that pet?�
�I want to drive, I�m bored.�
�Sorry baby, but I can�t let you do that.�
�Why not?�
�Because it�s not proper for a lady to drive.� he said simply.
�What!? Not proper!? And I suppose eating people is?�
�It is if you�re a vampire,� he replied with a smirk.
�You let me drive the other night.�
�True, but as I recall I was also stoned out of my mind.�
�You are such a sexist pig! I suppose you think it�s wrong for women to work too?�
�Nah, I like women working, it�s so much easier than trying to lure them out of their homes to kill them. But no lady of mine would ever work.�
�I can�t believe you! Haven�t you ever heard of the sexual revolution?�
�Sure I have. It was bloody brilliant getting all those chits to stop wearing their bras, I don�t know why some bloke didn�t think of it sooner,� he said with a chuckle. He was glad they were finally talking, he was starting to worry about the girl, but it looked like there was still some fire left after all.
�You know Red, if you want to give up your bras, I won�t stop you. In fact, we can get rid of all your knickers too if you like,� he said, laughing again.
�You�re such a pig.� she muttered to herself.
�You already said that luv.�
�What about fighting?� she asked, still scowling.
�What�s that pet?�
�Fighting. I suppose you think it�s wrong for women to fight too?�
�Nah, I love a woman who knows how to hold her own. Drusilla could be bloody brutal when she wanted to.�
�And you didn�t feel threatened by this?�
�Nope, she still needed me for lots of stuff.�
�Like driving?�
�Precisely so.�
�Whatever,� she said in exasperation, �can you pull over soon; I have to pee.�
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At the next stop Spike made quick work of a waitress that had been outside on a cigarette break, before heading back inside to find something to keep Red busy for the rest of their drive. He looked over the magazine racks, unsure what to pick. With Dru all he needed to do was pack her dolls along and she was happy, maybe that would work with Red? He doubted it though.
He finally settled on a couple of women�s magazines with articles like, �10 Tips for Keeping Your Man Happy�, and �Hot New Looks for Spring�. On a whim he also grabbed a couple of romance novels off the rack by the counter, causing the teenage boy working the cash register to raise an eyebrow, barely containing his smirk.
�They�re for my lady,� he said with a growl.
�Sure they are buddy� the kid said as he started to ring up the items.
�You probably wouldn�t find it so amusing if I were to come over there and tear your throat out. Oh, and I�ll take a carton of reds while you�re at it,� he said with deadly calm, making the boy flinch as he hurriedly pushed the reading material and cigarettes into a bag. Once back in the car he pulled the carton out of the bag and passed the rest over to Willow .
�What�s all this?� she asked confused.
�You said you were bored, so I thought you might like something to read,� he replied nonchalantly.
�Beauty magazines and romance novels?� she asked arching an eyebrow.
�Well I know they�re not spell books, but at least you can learn the �hot new looks for spring�.�
�Did you already forget our talk about women�s equality?�
�Hey, men can read these things too, I happen to like books with lots of sex and violence.�
�Oh really, you like romance novels?� she asked with a smile.
�No. Of course not.� he answered somewhat uncomfortably.
�Hah! You do! You like trashy romance novels!� she exclaimed, bursting out in laughter.
�I do not! And besides, they�re not trashy. Some of them have very good stories!� he exclaimed, thoroughly exasperated.
Willow laughed again, before opening one of the books and beginning to read out loud.
�Saffron spied Dirk across a crowded room, his chest heaving��
�Look it�s been five days, and we still know nothing.� Buffy said in exasperation.
�I�m aware that we still have no leads, but we must not lose hope Buffy. If she had simply been killed the police would have found a body by now.� Giles replied in what he hoped was a reassuring voice.
�Yes, but what if she wasn�t just killed, what if she was turned by some vamp? We didn�t notice she was gone right away, she could have come back already.� She tried to fight back an uncontrollable shiver.
�True, but if that was the case, we probably would have heard something. Generally a newly risen vampire will strike out at the people they were closest to while they were alive. That would mean you and Xander.� Giles said, unsure if he believed it himself, �No, I think there is something more to all this, I just can�t put my finger on what exactly that is.�
Just then Angel came striding into the library wearing a grim look. Ever since they had discovered Willow was missing, nearly all their time had been consumed searching for her, with the exception of the previous evening when Buffy and Angel had narrowly stopped a ritual sacrifice held by a pack of Sephlar demons.
�Bad news,� Angel started, �Seems that Spike was spotted in town a few days ago, around the same time Willow went missing.�
�Spike?! How did we not know this?�
�Apparently he was trying to keep a low profile. I only found out now because Willy the snitch had a couple of vamps in the other night bragging about how they helped Spike snatch the slayer�s little friend.�
�Well, what did these vamps say?! Have you even talked to them yet?!�
�They said Spike wanted to stay close. They were supposed to wait for him to call and then they were going to join him in L.A. �
�But she�s alive right?! I mean what good is a hostage if she�s dead right?!� Buffy asked, trying to convince herself more than anything.
�I think so. They said something about Spike wanting to keep her alive for a bit. Something about making a new princess. I think he wants a replacement for Dru.�
�Eww, gross! You don�t think he�ll hurt her do you?� she asked, realizing as soon as the words left her mouth how stupid they were.
�Well, if it�s anything like when I broke Dru in, then it will take some time, which means she�s probably still alive, but he�ll want to break her down, which means torture.� He answered uncomfortably, feeling an extra stab of guilt for having done the same thing to Drusilla.
�Then we have to hurry. You drive to L.A. and see what you can beat out of the locals. I�ll go to work on the vamps around here; maybe he�s left another minion or two lying around.�
And with that Angel gave the slayer a reassuring hug and a quick peck before heading out for Los Angeles .
Willow woke with a slight start when she felt the car pull off the highway. She must of dozed off while she was reading because she had been having some ridiculous dream about standing on a cliff in some flowing gown while kissing Fabio, only he had Spike�s head. It was all too weird. Maybe she had malaria.
Spike had watched the red head drift off; he knew how exhausted she was. He enjoyed watching her sleep; she looked so fragile if not peaceful, but he knew there was great strength beneath the surface. Generally she would toss and turn, sometimes even crying while she slept, but there were times when she was simply calm as if she weren�t dreaming at all. Fortunately those times had been increasing over the last few days. He didn�t want her to suffer. It was true he was more than willing to torture her to get what he wanted but he didn�t want to give her unnecessary pain. Well, except for the good kind, he and Dru had always enjoyed a good whipping now and then. He shook the memory off, trying to ignore his growing erection at the mere thought of taking a whip to his new goddess. Now was the time to think of more important things, because they had finally reached their destination.
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Part 4
�Where are we?� Willow asked somewhat woozily as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
�We�re here luv.�
�Where, the motel?�
�Well yeah for now, but tomorrow night we�ll be moving into our new place. This is the last dank motel room, I promise.�
�I�m confused. This is where we were going? We�ve been driving for days without you telling me where to, and this is it?! We�re in the middle of nowhere!� she exclaimed
�Calm down pet. We�re just outside the city is all� he responded in a pacifying tone.
�What city?!�
�It�s Salem baby,� he said calmly, �I thought you might get a kick out of it. You know, being a witch and all.�
� Salem , Massachusetts ? Wow, I didn�t realize we had gone that far,� she said a little bit stunned, �and you do know that this was where they killed witches, right? Well accused witches anyway, there probably wasn�t a real witch in the whole bunch. I can�t believe you brought me to a place of slaughter. But then again maybe that�s the sort of thing vampires find romantic��
Spike grinned to himself as he listened to her babbling, it had been way too long since he had heard her ramble, although he suspected she did it in her head all the time by the way she would stare off into space. Dru used to do the same thing, only half the time she would be talking to Miss Edith. He loved to watch her chatter away, as long as it wasn�t about her stupid poof of a �Daddy�. But now he had a new princess, and he would be her daddy. He smiled again at the thought of having this rare beauty all to himself as he brought their few belongings from the car, and set about waking up the proprietor of the last crappy motel they would see for awhile.
Once in their room he went about blacking out the windows and getting rid of the phone. He no longer tried to block all routes of escape, he felt fairly certain she wouldn�t try to run, at least not with him there, but he still wasn�t ready to risk the phone. He didn�t want her to get homesick while he was sleeping and try to call her little mates.
Willow watched him as she undressed and headed into the bathroom to start the shower. They had reached an unspoken understanding about her staying with him, but obviously he still didn�t trust her. She wasn�t offended, it wasn�t really in his nature to trust, but he really didn�t need to get rid of the phone. She had no desire to call her friends.
Friends, the word just didn�t seem to fit the people she had seen at the Bronze. Maybe it did in the past, but too much had happened since then. It wasn�t like anything major had gone wrong between them, not counting the Xander kissage; it had just been lots of little things. They had made her feel like a doormat, taken her for granted, but their obvious lack of concern for her after she had been kidnapped, again, was just too much. She assumed that by now they would be looking for her, probably feeling guilty, but it was too late, the damage was done. She was tired of always having to be good and dependable. She was just plain tired of everything.
Spike had noticed her watching him, but now she was staring off into space again. She looked sad. He wondered what was going through that beautiful head of hers. He loved how smart she was, but sometimes the girl just had too many notions.
�Penny for your thoughts luv?�
�What? Oh, I�m just thinking how nice it will be to stay put for a change,� she lied.
�Uh huh. Why don�t you go hop in the shower and I�ll be in, in a minute to wash your back,� he said waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
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Later, as the sun crept higher into the sky, the pair of them lay exhausted from their coupling, with limbs intertwined. Willow watched Spike intently for any signs of life. It was fascinating to her and more than a little bit creepy how when he was sleeping he gave off no signs of life at all. He was cold to the touch, no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing more than a corpse, a corpse that she had been having sex with less than an hour before. �Does that make me a necrophiliac?� she wondered.
She knew such thoughts should repulse her, but they didn�t. The breathing is what struck her the oddest, because when he was awake he did breathe, well after a fashion. She suspected it was more of an unconscious habit than anything else, since he obviously didn�t need the oxygen. Spike rolled in his sleep, grasping hold of Willow �s waist and pulling her tighter against his cold body, as if he was trying to pull her heat into himself.
�Mine.� he mumbled possessively.
She didn�t know why this one word made her so happy, but it did. She still wasn�t in love with him, in fact she wasn�t sure she even believed in such a thing as love, but she craved the attention he gave her. She liked the feeling of being possessed, even if she would never admit it. The way he hardly let her out of his sight, as if she were some treasure that he didn�t want to slip away, made her feel special. Sure she had the constant nagging of her mother�s psycho-babble in her head telling her she was falling into a classic co-dependent / abusive relationship, but she just didn�t care anymore.
She hungered for the darkness in him, ever since she had first tasted his blood. It called to her, with its power, and promise of eternity without pain or loneliness. It had become a common part of their coupling for her to bite him, unable to resist the call of his blood. While Spike on the other hand had resisted the urge to taste her even once since the first time he had bit her. She absently traced her finger across the bite mark low on her throat, near her shoulder; it was healing fast, but would undoubtedly leave an obvious scar.
Why had he not fed from her since then? Was she not tasty enough? Insecurity flooded her mind, but she fought to push it back down. She was no longer Willow the doormat, she didn�t need validation. She was a new Willow , full of darkness. She was the human lover of a master vampire, and would soon be his mate for eternity. �That�s right,� she thought defiantly, �I�m bad ass now!� She giggled and then blushed at her own boldness, �if only Xander and Buffy could see me now.�
�What do you mean no one�s heard anything?!� Buffy exclaimed in exasperation.
�Just that. No one�s heard anything. I�m telling you, I think we�re on the wrong track here. I�ve talked to all my contacts, and have questioned more than a dozen vamps. A few of them knew who Spike was, but no one has heard anything about him coming to town.� Angel replied with a sense of defeat.
�Well, what does that mean? If they�re not in L.A. then where did they go?�
�I�m not sure; Spike�s generally not too sneaky. He tends to get bored quickly while waiting for a plan to come together, plus he always loved to show off. I think he�ll slip up and let us know where they�re at soon enough. But for now I�m heading back to Sunnydale, it sounds like you�re going to need some help with the mayor�s ascension. I�ll leave word with my contacts to let us know if they hear anything about Willow or Spike.�
�Ok, drive safe, the sun will be up soon.� Buffy said before hanging up the phone.
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Buffy paced the tiny office where Giles spent most of his time. It was all her fault she thought. If she hadn�t been spending all her time wrapped up in her own shit, she may have noticed that Will was gone right away. But no, she was too worried about trying to patch things up with her demon lover. Now she had Angel back, but Willow was gone.
By now she was probably Spike�s undead plaything. She shivered at the thought. How could she ever forgive herself for letting this happen to her best friend? She had to find her, if it was the last thing she ever did, she would find Willow and save her, unless of course it was already too late and she had been turned. Willow would never want to go on as a vampire. If it happened, Buffy would have to kill her. She tried to shake off the dark thoughts, wiping at the tears that were coming to her eyes, and turned to focus again on the book in front of her, looking for anything related to the upcoming ascension.
As Giles entered the library, he was surprised to find his slayer still there. They had all been putting in a lot of overtime the last few days, what with Willow �s disappearance, and the possible upcoming apocalypse. Giles had tried to get the group of youngsters to ease up a little. He knew their situation was dire, but if they kept on at this pace, they would be of no use to anyone.
�Good lord Buffy, what are you still doing here? It�s almost sunrise.� Giles admonished gently.
�I couldn�t sleep. Figured I�d get my research on. This stuff always went so much faster with Will here, she always was the research girl,� she said with a slight sob, �besides Angel was checking on a new lead tonight, and I wanted to be here in case he found anything.�
�I take it by your manner, that he didn�t.�
�He said no one�s heard anything. He thinks that maybe Spike took her somewhere else entirely.� She said with defeat.
�Well, I was afraid that may have been the case. But I believe I may have come up with a different tack on all this. I�ve contacted a couple of my friends on the council, since they have a much farther reach than I do, and asked them to get word out to all the reputable magic stores in the US and England. It will take some time, perhaps several days to reach them all, but once it is done, if either Willow or Spike sets foot in one of those stores, then the proprietor is to give us a call as soon as they leave.�
�And how exactly is that supposed to help? I mean first of all, we�re supposed to rely on the same council that nearly got me killed, to put this plan into action. Then assuming they do follow through with their part, we�re supposed to just sit around and wait for someone to spot her, assuming she or Spike gets the bug to go shopping! Giles, what kind of plan is that?!�
�Right now it�s the best one I can come up with. Now I know you�re upset, but just try to think about it logically, Spike took Willow for a reason��
�Yeah and that reason was to hurt me and Angel, so he�s already succeeded.� Buffy interrupted.
�On the contrary, I believe that if all Spike wanted was to hurt you, he could have best accomplished this by killing her outright and leaving the body for you to find. But if Angel is right and he is actually looking for someone to replace Drusilla, then I think his reasons probably ran deeper. For example, she is quite beautiful, and as you already pointed out, he knew it would cause you pain to take her. But Willow also has many talents that would be of great benefit to him later on and would also add to his status as a vampire; such as her remarkable intelligence, her ability with computers, and her growing talent with witchcraft. It would be in his best interest to nurture that talent, and to do so he would need to get her books and supplies.�
�But we can�t just wait around hoping to hear something! By the time we do, it�ll probably be too late!�
�Buffy, I know you�re upset, but this wasn�t your fault, and at this point, until we hear something, the only thing we can do is wait. You need to stop being so hard on yourself and get some rest. You will need all your strength for the upcoming ascension, plus if we do hear something about Willow , you�re going to need a clear head. Now I absolutely insist you go home and get some rest.�
He raised his hand to silence her as she opened her mouth to protest. Then grabbing her coat whisked her out the door to give her a lift home.
�Evening luv, did you sleep well?� Spike asked, noticing the bags under Willow �s eyes.
�Enough,� she yawned, �So when do we leave? I�m ready to be done with the whole motel thing.�
�Well, first I have to get a few things in order, so I�m afraid you�re going to have to stay here for now.�
�What do you mean? What kind of things?�
�Well, first I have to find us a decent place to stay, and then do a little shopping.�
�Well, maybe I can help. Buffy always took me shopping with her �cause I could always hunt out the best bargains.� She offered, not wanting to be left behind.
�I�m sure you�re a great help baby, but I�m going shopping for minions, and I wouldn�t want you to get hurt. But don�t worry, if all goes well, I should be back long before dawn.� He said, brushing her hair behind her ear and lightly tracing the bite mark on her neck, causing her to shiver.
�What do you mean �shopping for minions�?�
�Well, you didn�t think I was going to do everything for myself, did you? I need a few vamps to help me run things,� he answered with a sly smile.
�But they�re not going to be staying with us right?� Willow was getting scared again. She had resigned herself to being Spike mate, and was even coping quite well with her impending death, but she couldn�t stomach the thought of any other vampires touching her.
�No worries luv, I promise they won�t be allowed to lay a single digit on you. I�m not the sharing type. And if any of them so much as gives you a sidelong glance, I�ll tear their throat out, I swear.� He said seriously, responding to her obvious apprehension.
�Alright, but no pretty girls,� she said teasingly trying to cover her remaining uneasiness, �I hate competition.�
�As if anyone could compete with you,� he said whisking her off the bed and into his strong embrace before setting her back down again and giving her a gentle shove toward the bathroom, �Now go do whatever you need to while I run to the vending machine to get you some food. Oh, and keep in mind that the chains won�t be long enough to reach the bathroom, and it may be awhile before I�m back, so shower or whatever now.�
�What?!� Willow asked, frozen in place, �Chains?!�
�Well, I can�t exactly leave you running loose now can I? I mean up till now we haven�t needed them, but I�m not about to leave you alone all night without a little security.� He said matter-of-factly, pulling a set of shackles out of their bag.
�You don�t trust me.� It was more of a statement than a question.
�It�s a little soon for that pet. Besides, you might as well start getting used to them now, before long you�ll be begging me to chain you up, I promise.� He replied with a devilish grin.
�And I suppose you�re going to gag me to.�
�Wasn�t planning on it. You won�t be able to go anywhere, and if you call for help, I�ll be forced to kill anyone who gets involved. But if you would like a gag, I�d be happy to accommodate.� He said giving her a pointed stare to be sure she hadn�t missed his obvious threat.
�Fine, but I better be able to still use the remote.� She said coldly and with that she stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
There was that fire again! He was so looking forward to getting them into their new home where he could start teaching her all the subtleties of pleasure and pain, but first he had a lot of work to do, and people to kill.
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First task was to find a suitable place to live. He drove through town and headed for the harbor, wanting a place that overlooked the water. It wasn�t long before he found the perfect house, set away from everything else. Secluded was always good, and it was large enough to easily house him and Red, plus a half dozen minions, comfortably. It was old and beautiful with a wrap around porch, shutters on most of the windows, a nice sized garden, and a view of the harbor through bay windows that he assumed went to the living room. Willow would love it.
Fortunately, the owner, a middle-aged man who looked like he had just walked out of a GQ magazine, saw Spike prowling around the outside of the house and came out to confront him. Spike smirked to himself. This was going to be too easy.
�Can I help you with something?� the man asked with false confidence.
�Yes, I was wondering, do you rent this place or own it?� Spike asked casually.
�We own it.� the man quipped.
�You and your family?�
�My wife and I, Yes. What do you want?� the man was clearly losing his patience.
�And is your wife at home?� Spike was trying not to jump the gun. His instinct was to kill this moron from the beginning, but if there were others who lived there, then it would be more difficult to get in the house without an invite, especially if they called the police. He cursed the day 911 was invented.
�Why do you ask?� the man inquired, starting to back up, clearly sensing now that he was in danger.
Spike sprung into action before the man could run or cry out. He grabbed him quickly, and with his hand over Mr. GQ�s mouth he broke his neck with a good jerk and dropped his limp form to the ground. Yes, a secluded home was definitely a plus, he had just killed this guy practically on the front lawn, and no one had seen a thing. He drug the body around to some bushes toward the back, and dumped it out of sight. He would have to do something with it before he left, but first he needed to take care of the wife.
He bounded up the front steps, and gave a good knock on the door. He hoped the lady of the house was actually home; otherwise he would have to come back later, which could be risky if she were to get worried about her absent husband and call the police. But he was in luck, because a moment later a blonde woman peeked out the curtains, before opening the door and staring at him suspiciously through the screen. Her hair was wet and she had one hand clasping her bathrobe tightly closed, while the other firmly held the screen door handle in case this potentially dangerous man decided to burst in on her.
�Good evening,� Spike started smoothly, �I was hoping you could help me. My car broke down, and I can�t seem to get a signal with my cell phone. Would it be possible for me to use your phone to call my auto club?� he finished with his most charming smile.
�Um, my husband seems to have stepped out, so you can�t come in, but I suppose it would be ok for you to use the phone out there.� She wasn�t sure if it was a good idea to help this man at all. At first glance she thought he was nothing more than a criminal, but there was something about him. Maybe it was his sexy British accent, or the way he looked at her, but before she knew it she had opened the door and reached across the threshold to hand him the phone.
�That was a mistake luv.� He said grabbing her wrist instead and jerking her outside. He drained her almost dry before biting into his wrist and feeding her a few drops of his blood. Then as her last breath escaped her lips, Spike tossed her body over his shoulder and carried her inside his new home.
The inside was as nice as he had expected. Taking a quick look around, he counted five bedrooms, with the master bedroom on the second floor. It was perfect with a king sized bed and a master bath attached. There were two more, smaller, bedrooms on this floor and then another two on the main floor and fortunately all had shutters on the windows.
There was also a good sized kitchen, dining room, and living room, once again with shutters on most of the windows, the exception being the large bay window in the living room and the heavy curtains around it could easily block out the sun. It was almost as if the place was made for vampires. Plus, while looking around he was pleased to find a door to the basement, through which he tossed the bodies of the former Mr. and Mrs. GQ. Definitely the place for storing bodies, and it was even large enough for a training area and a torture area. It was obvious that he and Red would need to redecorate, but otherwise he was quite pleased with their new place.
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His next stop was at a bar down town. He had driven around until he had spotted one of the seedier places and then stood outside smoking while he watched drunks filing in and out. He wanted guys that were good sized and not too bright looking, plus he wanted them ugly, not that he was insecure, but he didn�t want Willow getting any ideas about any other vamps.
Periodically he would spot someone who was alone, that looked like what he wanted and he would drag them off down the alley before they could make it inside. After he had gotten four good soon-to-be minions, he drove them back to the house and tossed their bodies downstairs with the others. Then he headed back to the motel to collect his princess.
On the way back he started to get a stomach ache, he had eaten too many people for one night, and it had left him feeling a bit sick. �I�ve got to be careful, or I�ll lose my girlish figure� he thought, rubbing his slightly distended belly, but it was worth it for his Red. She would appreciate the sacrifice he had made in having to feed from all those filthy biker types. Not even the chit back at the house had made a decent meal, she was much too old, and tasted funny. After he ate her he had felt a bit numb and wondered if she had had any botox injected recently. �Well at least I won�t wrinkle�, he thought with a smirk, wishing he had room left to eat a fresh young girl to get the awful taste out of his mouth.
He sighed, thinking about how many things he had put himself through over the years in the name of love. The countless tea parties, being forced to play with dolls, putting up with that bastard Angelus, not to mention that bitch Darla. Willow was worth this much and more. He couldn�t wait to show her the house, and became giddy thinking about how happy she would be to see him, but upon arrival he found Willow watching some infomercial and wearing a deep scowl. The minute he walked in the door she started in on him with her seething anger.
�Unchain me right now! I have to pee!� she hollered at him.
�Easy there pet, don�t forget who you�re talking to.� He warned as he undid her bindings. He could tolerate a lot of things, but ingratitude wasn�t one of them.
�I know who I�m talking to,� she spat back as she headed to the bathroom, �You�re the one who chained me up and left me for six hours with nothing to watch but infomercials!�
As she came back out again she was taken by surprise when Spike backhanded her across the face, sending her flying. She landed in a heap on the floor several feet away, and didn�t move for some time. She was in shock, she had forgotten who she was talking to, Spike was a killer, why wouldn�t he do something to hurt her. She had done such a good job of becoming numb to the notion of death that she had already forgotten about the possibility of pain.
Yet it was her pride that had been hurt more than anything. Growing up on the hellmouth she was accustomed to getting knocked about now and then, but this was different, she was the new Willow , stronger, darker. She hadn�t expected to go from doormat to punching bag. Spike was the one who had freed her to be who she wanted and now she realized that she had been duped. Sure he wanted her to be her own woman, so long as that woman was subservient to him. She felt betrayed, and stupid for believing that he had ever even cared about her in the first place.
Spike watched her reaction to his �discipline�, and became a little worried when she didn�t move right away. He hadn�t meant to hit her so hard, but he was nauseous and grumpy from overeating. Plus he was always forgetting how delicate humans really were. He wished he could take it back and then became angry again at himself for being soft. He was the master, and the sooner she learned that the better off she would be, but the demon in him was hoping she didn�t learn too quickly because he was looking forward to a little torture.
Still, it wasn�t the time for lessons in pain, she needed to be worked up to that level and right now he needed to hurry and get them to their new home, so maybe it was time for a little soothing.
� Willow baby I�m sorry,� he said softly as he crossed the room to help her to her feet, �I know my temper can get the better of me sometimes, but you need to learn that I�m the master here, and you must show me respect. If I let you talk to me that way in front of my minions without severe punishment, they would see me as weak and try to dust me, not to mention making you into a snack or worse.�
He hoped she would understand his excuse; there was so much about vampire culture that she still needed to learn. He tried to get her to look at him, but she pulled away. He sighed and grabbed her a little more forcefully, lifting her chin so he could see her face. A large bruise was quickly forming across her left cheek, and there was a trickle of blood running down her chin from where her lip had been slightly split. He leaned closer and licked the blood from her chin, causing her to shudder, before kissing her hard. She tried again to pull away as he forced his tongue into her mouth, but Spike tangled his hand in her hair, holding her firmly in place.
Her jaw ached from the impact of the blow and her lip burned with the raw pain of an open wound. Willow pounded on his chest with her tiny fists, but if anything it seemed to turn him on more, until finally she just broke down sobbing. She hated him, but she wanted him. He made her feel powerful and helpless all at the same time, and the wear and tear on her sanity was becoming too much. She collapsed in his arms, unable to do anything more.
Spike felt her go limp in his arms and simply scooped her up, carrying her out to the car. He knew she was having a hard time knowing how to feel or what to do, that was the whole point, to break her down, to make her question everything but his love for her. Looking down at her small frame, wracked with sobs, he felt a little guilty, but he tried to shake it off. He may have gone easy on her up till now, but now that they were settled, it was time to start teaching her properly. Tonight however, he would hold off. All he wanted to do was get her into that big bed and shag her senseless.
Angel arrived back at the mansion moments before dawn. He was at a loss as to what to do. He knew that Willow �s disappearance was tearing Buffy apart, not to mention that annoying twit Xander. Giles at least seemed to be holding it together, but he had been looking rather tired lately. What had surprised him was how hard Oz had taken the news.
After the whole incident with Xander, Oz had dropped Willow like a hot potato and found a string of groupies to keep his mind off her, but the moment he heard she was missing, he had become obsessed with finding her. Buffy had found him several times in the cemeteries the last few days while on patrol, trying to track down any demons or vampires that may have had any new information. Angel was worried about what would happen at the next full moon. Willow had always managed to keep Oz calm, but since they had broken up it had gotten worse, probably the stress. Last month he had almost broken out of the book cage, and now with Willow gone, maybe it was time to look for a sturdier place to lock him up. He would have to remember to talk to Buffy and Giles about it.
Angel opened his refrigerator and looked at the bags of blood within before closing it again. He wasn�t hungry. In fact he had barely slept or eaten over the last three days. He knew Buffy blamed herself for what was happening, but really it was his fault. He was the one who had turned Drusilla, tortured her and twisted her into a creature more loyal than a dog and more brutal than a pack of hyenas. If he had let her be last year when he had lost his soul again, maybe none of this would have happened. After all, Spike wouldn�t have come for Willow if Dru had never left him in the first place. The boy always did need someone to �look after�. Actually, if he was to be completely honest with himself, he had created Spike as well.
The poor pathetic poet didn�t stand a chance against Dru, but when he found the two of them in the alley that night, he had stopped her from feeding William her blood. He knew that in those days he was often ruled more by superstition than logic, but even as Angelus, he was a little afraid of what type of vampire Drusilla would sire. Of course Dru began to wine and cry about wanting a brother to play with and how the stars had said he would make a great knight. So, in the end he had finished the job of turning him just to shut her up.
At the time he had thought it was a good idea. He had fed the boy enough of his blood to make him a strong vampire, not some mere minion. He had wanted someone to help care for Drusilla, and in truth Spike took great care of the beautiful lunatic, in fact he was often the only one who could calm her during one of her fits. Angelus also took great pleasure in teaching the boy the finer points of torture.
However, while a very adept pupil at learning to inflict pain, Spike always had a problem with not wanting to hurt Drusilla. During his days as Angelus he loved to make Spike watch as he would torture Dru for hours. Angel cringed just thinking about it. Spike would try to look away, once he had even tried to stop him, but it was hopeless, he just couldn�t understand that no matter how brutal he was to Dru, she loved him even more for it. Of course he would take great delight in pointing out to the boy how soft he was, and Spike would in turn take on whole mobs, sometimes slaughtering half a village in one night to prove he wasn�t. Spike never could stomach being thought of as weak, and countless people lost their lives proving this point.
Of course then Angel had gotten his soul back and lost track of the two of them for nearly a century. He knew Spike had had plenty of time to perfect his torture techniques; he had to of if he was to keep Drusilla happy. Still, when he lost his soul temporarily the year before, Dru had come back to him like he hadn�t been gone a day. Spike was beyond jealous, it tore him up inside and Angelus had delighted in watching him seethe. Now it was apparently time for payback. It was no accident that he had taken Willow , Spike knew she was the one who had returned Angel�s soul to him. Angel owed her everything, and he would do anything he could to help her; he just hoped it wasn�t already too late.
Spike carried Willow �s shaking body over the threshold, into their new home. This wasn�t how he wanted it to be, he wanted her to be happy. The whole way over, she wouldn�t even look at him. He let out a heavy sigh, he knew at some point it would get like this. She had to be taught what it meant to be mated to a master vampire. There were certain etiquettes to be upheld.
Then he thought of Darla and how she had betrayed the Master to be with Angelus, so much for etiquette. Well, he was not going to have that problem with Red. She would be loyal, like Dru was to Angelus. He just had to be strong. Things may have been exceptionally pleasant up till now, but he knew it was going to be a bit rough once they arrived. It would all be worth it in the end. Surely she would come to understand that, he hoped.
As these thoughts ran through his head, he carried his new princess up to the master bedroom, and laid her on the bed. He then went about blacking out the windows. He would have to start taking extra precautions again for awhile, he didn�t want her trying to escape, or maybe trying to stake him while he was sleeping. He removed anything he thought was potentially dangerous from the room, before going into the bathroom to run a bath in the enormous Jacuzzi style tub, noticing as he went about his business, the odd way Willow was staring at him from where she was laying.
Willow �s mind was still reeling in confusion. She felt lost, and wanted to run. Maybe she should, maybe she should just make a mad dash for the door right now. But Spike would probably just hit her again, although maybe that�s what he had planned for her anyway, so what would be the harm in trying right? No, it would be better to wait until he was asleep, then she would have a better chance. As she was making up her mind Spike came back into the room.
�The bath�s ready, get undressed and come on.� He said, but Willow continued to lay there as if she hadn�t heard him. Spike growled, somewhat frustrated, before heading over to get her. He roughly stripped off her clothes and carried her into the bath.
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While their previous experiences with bathing had been generally pleasant, this one certainly was not. Her refusal to communicate with him, or even follow simple instructions was thoroughly pissing him off. He was her master, and she should behave accordingly. As he thought about this he scrubbed her skin harshly as if he could wash away her defiance, making her wince and try to pull away, but he held her tightly in place.
She wanted to cry or scream, but was determined not to give him the satisfaction, it was obvious her zombie routine was getting to him; she just needed to keep her anger under control. But just as she thought this he dumped a pitcher of ice cold water over her head, causing her to let out a startled shriek.
�You bastard!� she yelled, slapping him hard across the face.
�Oh, baby wants to play, does she? Alright let�s play.�
As he said this he got a crazed evil look in his eyes, sending a jolt of terror through Willow before he hauled her out of the tub by the hair, and headed back to the bedroom. He threw her roughly on the bed, and loomed over her as she cowered before him. He grabbed her roughly and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth and causing her lip to start bleeding again as he covered her body with his own. His intentions were clear, but Willow was determined however to fight back.
She was no longer the mousy computer geek who needed a slayer to protect her. If he was going to hurt her, she was going to hurt him back. She reached her hand up and clawed at his eyes as hard as she could, leaving four bloody trails across his face. But Spike barely flinched, in fact he pulled his head back and smiled cruelly before reaching down to force her legs open. However, before he got the chance, she brought her knee up into his balls full force.
Spike howled in pain, and curled into the fetal position, giving Willow a chance to make a break for it. She ran from the bedroom, stark naked, and headed for the stairs. She had just made it to the dining room when she heard Spike leave the bedroom to chase after her, swearing loudly as he went. In her panic she looked back toward the stairs, not seeing the fledgling vampire standing just inside the living room, until she ran headlong into him.
The newly risen vamp couldn�t believe his luck. He was just thinking how much he wanted a pretty young girl to eat, and just then a cute, naked, little redhead threw herself into his arms. But just as he was going to feed, she let out a blood curdling scream, and the vamp that had sired him, game face on and also naked, came hurtling through the doorway straight at them. The fledgling just had time to think about what a strange way this was to wake up, when Spike grabbed a decorative piece of drift wood from the coffee table and shoved it through his chest. Willow fell to the floor, covered in dust, and began sobbing again.
� Willow , baby are you ok?! Did that bastard hurt you?!� he asked, frantically checking her for injuries.
�What do you care?� she replied coldly, shoving him away, �Afraid he would kill me and spoil all the fun of you getting to torture me?�
�No,� he said tensely, �I didn�t want him to hurt you.�
�Of course, you want that pleasure all to yourself.�
�As a matter of fact pet, I do.� He said, his anger returning somewhat, �But right now I�m tired so I think it would be best if we just went to bed.�
�Whatever.� She said in disgust, heading up the stairs. She knew there was no point trying to run with him standing right there, plus she didn�t know how many of his minions might be lurking about. As they got back to their room she headed into the bathroom, telling him she wanted to wash the dust off her, before shutting the door.
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Once she was alone she sat on the edge of the tub, running a damp cloth over her body, trying to wipe away how dirty she felt. If it had only been vamp dust she would have been fine, but she felt dirty inside and didn�t know how to wash it away.
She took a few deep breaths and tried to get her shaking under control. She was determined not to cry. She was tired of all her own sobbing and carrying on, she needed to be strong. Alright, she thought, Spike wants to torture me, �train� me, but not kill me, well not yet anyway. He also doesn�t want anyone else to hurt me, how chivalrous. Ok, so until he�s ready to turn me, my life must be worth something. This gave her an idea, �what the heck�, she thought, �it�s not like I have anything to lose anyway�. She took another deep breath, and headed back out into the bedroom.
�We need to talk,� she began mustering up all her courage.
�I�m tired, we�ll talk tomorrow.� Spike relied, already not liking the direction this was going.
�I know you want to hurt me, it�s obvious you get off on it,� she continued as if she hadn�t heard him, ��and maybe after I�m turned I�ll like it too, but for now I don�t.� She gave him a hard look before continuing.
�I know I�m not strong enough to fight you, and I�m sure you�ve probably come up with a hundred ways to keep me from running by now, but you still don�t control me.�
�I do now pet,� he started, but she didn�t let him finish.
�Actually, you don�t. You see, it�s true I can�t fight or run. But if you ever try to rape me, or beat me again, I�ll kill myself, and then you wouldn�t have your little prize anymore.� She said with deadly calm.
�You�re bluffing,� he responded somewhat uncomfortably.
�Try me.�
�Well then,� he said standing and walking towards her, �maybe I should just kill you myself now and be done with all this.� He threatened, trying to gauge how serious she was.
�Either way I would be free of you.� She replied, not backing down.
�So let me get this straight,� he said, gently running his hand across the bruise on her cheek causing her to flinch slightly, �If I do any thing to hurt you, you�ll kill yourself.� She nodded solemnly. �But what if you want me to hurt you?� he asked, now running his hand across the bite mark at the base of her throat.
A shiver ran through her, and damn it all if he wasn�t turning her on! What was wrong with her?! She hated him. All night she had wanted nothing more than to shove something pointy and wooden through his heart, and all he had to do was run his hand over her neck, and she was losing all her resolve. She swallowed hard and tried to regain her composure.
�Well then, that�s different I guess.� She said trying not to look at his mouth, but choosing to look instead at the long scratches across his face that had already begun to heal.
�Alright then,� he breathed in her ear, �I agree to your terms. I swear not to lay an unwanted hand on you, for now.�
And with that he turned and got back into bed, switching off the light as he went. Willow stood there for minute, unsure what to do. Had she won that one? She didn�t know, but felt pretty confident that it wasn�t quite over yet. �Oh well�, she thought, she could see light creeping under the bedroom door and knew dawn had arrived. She was exhausted. She would worry about her fate later, for now she needed sleep. But as she climbed into bed with her enemy lover, a horrifying thought stuck her.
�Um, Spike?�
�Yes luv?� he answered without opening his eyes.
�I don�t have to worry about any of your new bitey friends coming in here while were sleeping, do I?�
He rolled towards her, and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. �Nah pet, that one was just an early riser. Chances are the rest of them won�t be up until tomorrow night at the earliest. And even if one did wander in here, you�re perfectly safe with me. So go to sleep now baby.�
�Yeah,� she thought, �perfectly safe�, about as safe as a baby in a nest of rattlesnakes.
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Part 5
Willow woke the next evening to the sound of heavy footfalls coming up the stairs. She quickly scrambled out of bed and began shaking Spike awake as she frantically looked around for something to wear. She grabbed his leather duster and threw it on just as the doorknob started to turn.
�Spike someone�s trying to get in! Wake up damn it!� she squealed.
�Don�t worry pet, I�m getting up,� he said as he pulled himself out of bed all bleary eyed, and headed to the door, yanking it open.
�Hungry,� said the fledgling vamp that greeted him on the other side.
�Keep your trousers on mate; we�re just getting up in here. I�ll be down in a minute to take you and the others out.� Spike replied casually, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
�Why should I wait when there�s such a tasty treat standing right over there?� the vamp asked, leering at a very terrified Willow .
�Because she�s not for you, she�s mine. Now be a good lad and trot off downstairs. I�ll be along shortly.�
If Spike�s words seemed benign, his look was unmistakably threatening, and the minion could easily sense his master�s power causing him to back down. Willow however was unable to catch the subtlety of this exchange, and simply stood frozen and bewildered as Spike closed the door again.
�How did you do that?� she asked in sheer amazement, �He was twice your size.�
�That was nothing pet. He knows I�m the master. He�d be a fool to cross me. Well actually he�d be more like a pile of dust.� He said, noticing then just how delicious she looked, standing there in his coat with tantalizing bits of naked flesh peeking out and waves of fear rolling off of her. Thinking about it he was a little surprised himself that the dolt had backed down so easily.
�You�re drooling,� Willow said with disdain.
�Can�t help it,� he said approaching her and placing his hands around her waist, �You look good enough to eat.�
He emphasized his words by running his cool tongue across her shoulder and up her neck. She let out a small gasp, as shivers ran up her spine and she felt her nipples harden in anticipation of his touch. But it didn�t come; instead he simply gave her a quick peck on the cheek before heading off to the bathroom, to take care of his own needs.
He knew she could see how aroused he was, but after the disaster of the night before, he wanted there to be no mistaking how much she wanted him. And to that end he had decided not to give her any satisfaction until she was begging for it. And then it would be on his terms. In the mean time however, she was driving him crazy! He wasn�t sure how he was going to resist pouncing on her, but at least training the new minions would give him a distraction for awhile.
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Willow sat on the bed waiting for Spike to return. Why hadn�t he tried anything? He obviously wanted her, didn�t he? She knew he had said he wouldn�t lay an unwanted hand on her, but it was pretty obvious she wanted it, wasn�t it? And why exactly was that? Spike had spent most of the previous night brutalizing her; she still had bruises over most of her body to prove it. Yet a moment ago all that had been gone from her mind and she had wanted nothing more than to be ravished by him.
�I�m deranged,� she thought, �I�ve become some crazy nymphomaniac who values sex over her life! Oh Goddess, what am I going to do?� Last night she had planned to simply hold him off until she could find a way to escape, she didn�t know where she would go, just away. Yet when she woke to the drooling vamp at the door, the first thing to come to her mind was that Spike would protect her. Then to make it worse, he had to go and lick her, giving her all those yummy feelings, it was so unfair. �Yep, definitely deranged sex fiend.�
Spike returned a few minutes later, relieved of his tension and ready for a night of killing, only to find Willow babbling to herself incoherently. Apparently she had moved beyond having quiet rambling thoughts. He tried to hide his smile as he went about dressing.
�I�m gonna need my coat pet,� he said, interrupting her train of thought, �Why don�t you go in and take a quick shower or something while I get you something to eat.�
�I�m not really hungry,� she replied absently.
�Well luv, I�m afraid I�ll have to chain you up again while I�m gone, but it should only be for a couple of hours this time. Are you sure you don�t want something before I go?�
�Well, maybe a little something,� she relented. It would be nice to have something real to eat for a change. She didn�t think after the last five days that she would ever be able to eat another frozen burrito again.
�I�ll find you something real good pet. Be right back.� He was pleased she had agreed to eat something. He knew the travel food hadn�t been sitting well with her, and together with all the stress she had been under, she had easily lost ten pounds in the last week. He was hoping to put that weight back on her and then some; he liked a girl with a little meat on her bones. Dru was always a little on the thin side for his tastes.
He returned soon after carrying a tray with cheese, bread, and fresh fruit, as well as a chilled bottle of wine and a couple of diet sodas in a bucket of ice. He set the tray on the bed, next to where Willow was sitting, freshly showered and wearing one of Spike�s shirts. He then set the bucket of ice and beverages on the night stand.
�Bloody hell, I forgot the glasses,� he swore, �I�ll run and get them.�
�Don�t bother, this is fine for now. Actually it looks great! I�ve been craving apples for a couple of days now. We can drink the wine when you get back.�
�Alright baby, then I gotta go, the hoard is getting restless.� And with that he grabbed the long set of shackles out of their bag, hooking one end to the bed frame and the other to her wrist, as she sighed with frustration.
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Spike headed out into the night with three of the four remaining minions. He had found them in the basement arguing over who got to eat the former Mr. GQ. He shook his head in disgust over the thought of eating someone who was already dead, let alone dead for a full day, yuck!
He asked his new female minion, Claire, where a good place to find people would be, and she suggested driving down to Essex St. , where there were lots of little shops, and consequently, shoppers. Unfortunately it was a little too well lit for his taste, especially for trying to train a group of fledglings without drawing attention to them. So he kept on driving, opting instead for a nice park, but as they were driving by, he did take note of a few magic type stores that he would have to come back and check out later.
After a brief argument between the new minions over the best place to go, they finally agreed on the Salem Common towards the center of town. It was a perfect night for hunting. It was a little warm for early spring, and the shift in temperature together with all the moisture from the recent rain had created a great deal of mist, drawing lovers out for romantic strolls in the park. The mist also made hunting a snap, and the fledglings took to it with ease.
After they had all fed, Spike grabbed a rock and used it to knock out a young couple that were necking on a bench nearby. He wanted to be sure there was enough food for the one remaining fledgling at home, as well as the others, in case they got hungry during the day. He didn�t plan on making a habit of feeding them, they needed to be able to hunt for themselves, but he also didn�t want them getting any ideas about Red before they were properly trained. As a precaution he had even tied up the remaining vamp, in case he woke before they returned.
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Spike was somewhat relieved to find the fourth, soon-to-be vamp, still out cold on the floor when they returned. He untied him and then bound and gagged the young couple he had taken from the park, leaving them on the floor near the fledgling. He then told the others they could make themselves at home, but no one was to go near the master bedroom upstairs, or the redheaded girl, unless they wanted to die a very painful death. Of course Claire wasn�t too happy about this; she had assumed that since she was the only female, and the owner of this house that it would be she who would be sharing the master�s bed. She hadn�t realized he already had a girl up there, and a mortal one at that. She was tempted to simply kill the bitch, but Spike�s warning was quite clear and she wasn�t prepared to cross him.
After instructing them to figure out there own sleeping arrangements, he pulled Claire off to the side and asked her to call work for her and her husband, telling them there had been a family emergency and that they would both be taking an extended leave of absence. He liked this place and wanted to stay there for awhile, but that would be difficult if people came looking for the former owners.
Claire started to grumble about having to give up her home and bed to a bunch of strangers, but Spike nipped her insolence in the bud quickly, by throwing her down on the floor and giving her a good kick in the stomach. He had only brought the stupid bint back because he thought she might be useful, but if she was going to make trouble he was happy enough to just dust her now, and he told her so.
She mumbled an apology as she cowered away from him, and Spike was pleased. This was how a master should be treated, with fear and respect. If only his Red would be so obedient, but then again without all her fire she would get a little boring. He then took a moment to give the three minions each a hard stare before heading up to check on Willow .
He found her dozing softly after apparently kicking all the covers off the bed. He sighed and removed the now mostly empty tray of food from the bed, �a little hungry, huh?� He then undid her shackles, causing her to roll over slightly and rub her wrist in her sleep. But as he tried to cover her back up with a blanket, all his movement had finally woken her.
�You�re back,� she said sleepily.
�Yeah pet. Did you have a nice nap?�
�Mmmm Hmmm, did you have fun teaching your new friends how to kill people?� she asked, somewhere between grogginess and sarcasm.
�As a matter of fact,� he started, but then noticing her ached brow, he simply gave her a wink before changing subjects. �I thought you might like to go for a walk, it�s a beautiful night.�
�I�d love to,� she said with out hesitation. It seemed like forever since she had really been able to stretch her legs.
�Well, there�s not much left in the way of clean clothes, but you�re close to the size of the chit who used to own this place, so help yourself to anything you find in her closet, and I promise to take you out shopping for some new things soon.�
�You want me to wear a dead woman�s clothes?� she asked, somewhat shocked.
�Well, I�m sure they�re probably not too fetching, but it�s the best I can do for now. What�s the problem?�
�It�s gross. I mean hello, morbid much?�
�Bloody hell, you sounded just like the slayer for a moment, scary.� He said, shaking his head, �Look pet, technically she�s undead if that makes any difference, and if you would prefer to ask her first, I�d be happy to have her come up here. Or you could just wear that, but you might want some jeans or something too. It is a little cold out, plus if you come through the house half naked I�ll probably have to dust a couple more minions to keep �em off you,� he finished with a smirk.
�Ok, fine. Just give me a couple of minutes,� she said, heading into the large walk in closet to find something to wear.
�Well he got one thing right,� she thought, �she definitely has bad taste in clothes. There�s not a single fuzzy sweater in here.� She finally emerged a few minutes later wearing a long, black, silk skirt with an emerald long sleeved shirt. She had decided to forgo the bra and panties, not being comfortable wearing another woman�s underwear, live or dead. Of course this decision did leave her slightly embarrassed, making her blush a deep scarlet.
When Spike caught sight of her, with flaming cheeks to match her fiery hair, he felt his mouth go dry, and had to take a moment to compose himself before he spoke. �Down boy,� he commanded himself, �tearing her clothes off as soon as she puts them on is not the way to exhibit self control.�
�So, why all the blushing, is there something I should know?� he asked softly, shuffling his feet and hanging his head like a little boy as he glanced up at her.
�Well,� she said walking over to him, suddenly feeling very bold, �I�m not wearing any underwear,� she whispered in his ear and headed out the door.
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Their walk was perfect. They strolled along the harbor through the mist that was rolling off the water, occasionally catching glimpses of the full moon above. They held hands and talked about their lives, their interests, nothing too serious. Then about halfway through Willow heard a frog croaking somewhere near by, but was unable to see where because of all the mist. So she did the only logical thing she could, she screamed bloody murder and then climbed Spike like a tree. Spike however, being the cool vamp that he was simply offered to carry her on his back and did his best not to laugh his head off.
Willow was having the time of her life. It was like something out of one of those sappy romance movies she and Buffy always forced Xander to watch with them. She did her best to ignore the diatribe going on in her subconscious over how stupid she was being, and just enjoyed the evening. During their stroll they stumbled upon a picnic area and the two of them sat on the table together, still engrossed in their conversation.
They had spoken before this, but only just barely, mostly all their interaction up till now had been either violent or sexual, or both. But Willow was fascinated to find a razor sharp intellect within Spike that had somewhat surprised her, and she told him so.
�So what, you thought I was just some brainless git, getting by on his stunning good looks?� Spike asked, trying to cover his wounded pride.
�Well not brainless, it�s just that Buffy always managed to foil your plans, and she�s not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box you know.�
�Well, she always had you to help her before, now didn�t she? Besides my problem with her was never due to lack of planning, more like a problem with my impulse control.� He said smirking, happy to hear Red insult the slayer.
�Impulse control, huh? Well, I guess that makes sense,� she replied, smirking herself, �Now tell me more about the Bolshevik Revolution, did you really know Lenin?�
The conversation went on like this for a few hours, until Willow started to get cold, despite Spike having already given her his coat to wear. So the pair headed back to the house, still holding hands, almost like a couple in love, but not quite. Willow did have to admit though; Spike was very romantic, as he stopped along the way to pick her flowers. She couldn�t understand why Drusilla would have ever chosen Angelus, or any other demon for that matter, over him.
Once they returned home, they headed back up to the bedroom, passing the new minions along the way. Willow tried to ignore their hungry stares, well actually, mostly hungry, Clair�s look was something more along the lines of hatred, but uncomfortable all the same.
�I think that lady hates me,� she said once they were back in their room.
�Oh sod her, if she gives you any trouble I�ll dust her. Now why don�t you get comfortable and I�ll go look for those wine glasses,� he said slipping back out the door.
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Spike returned to find that the lights had been replaced with candles, and his redheaded goddess was stretched out naked across the bed. �Bloody hell, I was the one who was going to seduce her. Ok, Control Spike, remember control. Make her beg for it,� he told himself sternly, trying to ignore how tight his pants suddenly felt. He sat the wine glasses on the night stand, glancing over to see a bewitching smile cross her beautiful lips. Then slowly he removed his boots before heading into the closet to fetch a couple of neckties.
�Do you trust me pet?� he asked seriously.
�Of course not,� she answered with a smirk.
�Alright then, do you want me?� he asked holding up the ties.
�Yes,� she answered quietly after a moment. She didn�t like the idea of being tied up, but Goddess help her, she wanted him so bad.
Spike looked at her with smoldering eyes as he bound her hands to the bed post. For a moment he simply gazed at her, so beautiful and helpless. �Control Spike,� he thought to himself again, as he reached a hand into the, now mostly melted, ice in the bucket on the nightstand. Willow watched in anticipation as he lowered the ice cube first to her lips, lightly tracing their shape, careful around the place where it had been split. He then moved it down her chin and across her shoulders. By the time he reached her breasts, he had to retrieve a new cube to replace the first one.
Willow let out a hiss as the ice came in contact with her right nipple, making it instantly pucker; he was driving her crazy with this slow torture. She watched his face as he drug the cube across to her other nipple, eliciting another hiss from her. His _expression was so serious, almost comical, with his pale pink tongue poking out slightly and such intense concentration that he almost looked like he was taking a test rather than seducing someone.
�Spike, please,� she begged.
He glanced at her eyes, and saw how full of need she was, but he wasn�t done yet. He gave her an evil grin, and fetched a third ice cube, dragging it down her body, and running it briefly across her clit, causing her hips to buck up and a loud moan to escape her lips. Then he continued down her right leg and also the left, pausing at her toes, pleasantly surprised to find that she was quite ticklish. Finally he retrieved a fourth ice cube, placing it in his cool mouth, and lowering himself between her legs.
The combination of the ice together with his tongue was too much as he gently nipped and sucked at her folds concentrating most of his efforts on her clit. Her hips began to buck wildly, and he placed her legs over his shoulders so he could gain more control. She moaned and gasped tugging at her bindings, she was losing all control. But just as she was about to reach that happy point of oblivion, he backed off completely, causing her to howl with frustration.
Spike stood and crossed the room, discarding his shirt as he went and trying not to chuckle. He had her right where he wanted her, he thought as he retrieved a pair of candles from the dresser. He gave her some pleasure, now it was time for a little pain, and she would love it just as much, he was sure of it. The light from the candles danced across his pale skin, outlining his tight muscles, he was captivating to behold. As he returned to the bed he saw a look of crazed hunger in her eyes, and knew there was no time to hesitate.
� Willow ,� he started huskily, running his hand lightly across her flesh, �do you want me?�
�Yes,� her answer more insistent this time.
�You will address me as master.�
�Yes master, please.� She responded, making his cock surge with more force.
He stood then, removing his pants, partly to relieve some of the pressure, and partly to tease her further. He had no intention of giving her any satisfaction yet, but it would have to be soon, or he may well pass out from the lack of blood flow to his brain.
�Alright pet, you want your pleasure,� he started seductively, �but the price for it is a little pain. So, are you sure you still want me?�
Willow paused for a moment. She had seen him bring over the candles, and figured what he had in mind was hot wax. She knew this was unlikely to be too painful, but thought this was definitely a bad road to start going down with him. He had left the decision up to her, and she knew the right one to make was to tell him �no�.
�Yes master,� she whispered.
�Wait a minute, who said that?! My answer was no. Why did I say yes?!� she thought frantically. But these thoughts quickly disappeared as he began to slowly drip hot wax down her arms and legs, and finally her torso. As each drop touched her skin, a brief flash of pain went through her, followed by a delicious tingle. Oh this was definitely bad she thought. She found herself moaning softly again, thoroughly turned on by the experience.
Spike couldn�t be happier as he watched his princess writhing before him, each flash of pain followed by a tiny quake of pleasure. As he continued his light torture, he snaked his free hand between her legs, sliding two fingers into her slick channel, causing her hips to start their slow bucking rhythm again. He pistoned his fingers in and out as he rubbed his thumb against her clit, bringing her again close to the edge of her release. When he felt she was close enough he drew back again, causing her to yell out in protest as tears of frustration came to her eyes.
Spike couldn�t help his chuckle this time, as he paused only long enough to set aside the candle before positioning himself at her opening and plunging deep within her. They both cried out from the much needed contact, and Spike had to exert every bit of control left in him to hold on until she came. Working at a steady but quick rhythm, he pounded into her.
They had become more like animals than simply lovers as Willow clawed futilely at her bindings and Spike howled savagely, unable to wait any longer. His face shifted into his demon visage as he roughly bit into her right breast. The sensation was overwhelming and pushed Willow over the edge. She screamed out her orgasm, her tight walls clenching around his throbbing cock, dragging him down with her as he suckled at her breast.
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It was several moment before either of them could move. Spike finally pulled his head back to assess the severity of her wound. There were two deep punctures, but the bite could have been much worse, like the one on her neck that had a crescent moon shape to it. The bleeding would stop soon, and so with great reverence he lapped up the last few drops.
He wished he could drink from her every day, but it was difficult for him to maintain his control, and he would never forgive himself if he accidentally killed her. Plus, he didn�t want her wearing a host of bite marks for eternity, once she was turned he would be able to drink from her as much as he pleased, but until then he would just have to refrain from biting her again. He wanted the mark on her neck to be the only one she carried when she crossed over. The punctures on her breast would unfortunately leave scars, but they would be small and hard to notice. He glanced up at her face. She was flushed with her eyes half closed as she slowly brought her breathing under control.
�You alright pet?� he asked as he reached up to untie her bindings.
�Wow. Hmmm, I mean yeah. I mean wow. That was wow.� She mumbled nonsensically rubbing her now free wrists.
�Well, I�m glad to hear it,� he said chuckling, �I thought it was pretty wow myself.�
Willow laughed a little herself at how obviously stupid she sounded, but she didn�t know what else to say. Sex between them had always been pretty incredible, but it was nothing compared to that. She hadn�t realized before how much a little pain could heighten her pleasure. Maybe torture didn�t have to be such a bad thing after all she thought, as she snuggled closer to Spike, wanting him to share in the warm glow he had given her.
�You bit me,� she added, looking up into his now blue eyes.
�I�m sorry baby; I lost control for a second.�
�Don�t be sorry, I liked it. I just think it�s unfair that you got to drink my blood, when I didn�t get to have any of yours,� she said coyly, causing Spike�s spike to stir to life once again.
�Well, that is unfair. I�ll just have to do something about that,� he said, slipping into game face once again and kissing her passionately, before pulling back and slicing open an index finger upon his fang and offering it to her.
She took to it like a child takes to candy, sucking it into her mouth and reveling in the taste and the sense of power that flooded through her. Right or wrong, at that moment she wanted him to hurt her, to give her exquisite pleasure and pain, and drive her into oblivion. She forgot any plans of escape she may have had before. Here was where she belonged, with Spike. As the bleeding from his cut slowed to a stop, she looked up into his demon visage, and shivered slightly as she thought of spending eternity this way.
�Make me scream again, master.�
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