I walked into the room. I could smell his leather duster. His
blond spiky hair making his whitish skin even more pale.
   "I've decided something," I announced to the group gathered in the
office. The quite, small blond girl manned the phone. The older
English man was thumbing through a book and not paying attention to
me at all, or so I thought.
   "And what is that?" he asked in a polite, clipped English tone.
   I looked at the blond male behind the desk. Taking in his
sexuality, his powerfulness. "I don't need you anymore," I stated as
I looked the young blond straight in the eye.
   I turned around with a flounce and started skipping toward the
door.
   The older English man spoke up, as the young blond girl was
mindlessly watching the phone and not paying attention and he just
stared at me.
   "I do believe that she is ready to be on her own," the older
English man said as he continued leafing the pages through the book.
   As I reached the door, I halted my skipping and looked back at the
man who haunted me. "No, I don't," I giggled.

   I skipped over to the computer room, looking back at the office
and allowing my hair to sway behind me.  The room was almost filled.
I found a last computer near the window, the sun's dying rays barely
touching my right arm.
   I heard the door swing open and looked to see he had followed me.
Gods, but what was I thinking when I said I didn't need him anymore.
He was the sun, the only one I wanted to scorch me.
   He came straight to me, stalking across the room to reach me. I
couldn't look away until he was right upon me. I was enthralled.  He
reached out to grab my hand and pull me around to look at him. Face
him.  The sun caught his arm, which began to smoke. I yanked back my
hand as I knew I would have to be the one to remove our hands. He was
too stubborn.
   He leaned down to whisper something in my ear. But with the
suddenly loud noise of the computers or the blood pounding through my
body, I was unable to hear him. I pulled back, letting him know that
I hadn't heard him.
   He wrapped one hand behind my lower back and put one hand to
cradle my neck. With no warning, he dropped us to the floor, me on
top of him.  No one paid attention to us as the hand that was
cradling my neck moved to my head and guided my ear to his mouth.
   "You'll always need me, luv. There are those who have darkness
that lives around them, it is something that passes around them,
almost envelops them. Then there are those who radiates darkness. You
are not someone who lives in darkness, my darling. You are someone
whose darkness comes from within.  There will never be enough
darkness around you because there is too much darkness within you."
 I shuddered at his words as they slowly invaded my mind like a mist
invades the earth. I knew he was right.
   I leaned up and looked him in the eye. I knew this man. Knew him
better than I knew the damn alphabet.  And sadly, he was right. But
instead of depressing me. Instead of denying what he said, hoping in
vain to find something of the light within myself. Instead of hoping
to find goodness in my mind or soul or heart, I simply looked at him.
   "You're right." It was simple. It was basic. It was the truth. And
gods how this man could look at me. I felt that he was eating me
through those perilean blue eyes of his. Eyes so blue that the gods
must of used them to decide the color of the ocean on a cold winter
morning.
   He didn't say anything, just stood, grabbed my hand and pulled me
behind him. I followed him to a dark car.
   "But don't you want to see my new car?" I asked him.
   "We don't have time, luv," he said in a flat voice, never looking
at me as we continued to the dark, descriptive car.
   He threw me in the car, taking the passenger seat while I had the
driver's seat. He immediately pulled me toward him, taking my open
mouthed astonishment in with the kiss to drive his tongue against
mine. His hands were rough and hard, trying to pull me into him and
he dominanted my mouth.  The ache that had begun at simply looking at
him was beginning to turn to a flash fire burning through my system.
I slowly began to realize that I had lost all hearing capability
again. I flashed back to the computer room and remembered that
computers were not deafening but blood pounding through your veins as
it quickens was deafening.
   He pushed me away and told me to drive. We maneauvered out of the
parking lot. I looked at him anxiously.
   "Can't go to the crip, luv. Don't live there anymore." He voice
held none of the nervousness and restlessness I was feeling. I didn't
answer as I felt I would say something that revealed my feelings.
I drove us to the hiking park that was reported to be haunted. It
seemed the perfect place for us to be.
   As we drove through the gate and towards the trail, we both felt
the shift in power.  As I moved the car to a parking spot, I couldn't
hold out anymore. I grabbed his hand, bringing one finger to my
mouth. I began sucking on that finger with more feeling than I could
believe.  I think I could feel more in sucking on his finger than he
was getting in return. I was wrong.
   As soon as the car was parked, he just about tore open his door
grabbing me and pulling me out his side.  Immediately he pulled me up
and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was melting inside, the
fire burning me up.  His mouth reattached himself to mine, his hands
again acting as though he was trying to actually get under my skin
with sheer force.
   Suddenly he began to run, taking us deeper into the woods, away
from others and their eyes.  So lost were we to each other that we
didn't hear the other people. But as we both had those supernatural
powers, we could both hear the voices of the ghosts. We stopped, me
still wrapped around him, he still holding me by my ass.
   Childs laughter rang among us. "You can't get me," we both heard a
young, unseen girl say. Her voice came from all around. It was too
much. We both looked at each other and began laughing.
   "Perfect place for us, wouldn't you say, luv?" he purred against
my neck as his lips continued his earlier mouth work.
   "Perfect," I announced.
   He walked us slowly to a clearing. When he stopped he pulled off
my neck and looked at me deeply, searching.
   "Mine?" he asked. Though it was a question, it was said in a way
that I felt that was but one answer.
   "Yes," I whispered. I leaned down to begin the mouth action he had
started earlier but he jerked his head back, keeping our mouths
apart. I slowly raised my head to return his stare, his still
questioning stare.
   "This time, no question right? Mine? Forever?"
   "Forever," I vowed, the answer leaving my lips before even forming
in my brain.
   He held me tighter as he dropped us onto the soft earth.  He
hovered above me, capturing my gaze and not letting it wander as he
removed his duster which he threw behind him.  I kept his eyes as he
reached up and began unbuttoning his red shirt, exposing his black
tee shirt underneath. After removing the button-down shirt, I dropped
my eyes to take in his form filling out the simple shirt. Simple,
hell. There was nothing simple about the body under that shirt and I
had to see it.
   I reached up to pull the tee-shirt out of his black jeans but he
slapped my hands away.  He slowly untucked the shirt himself. Then
with one fluid move, the shirt was over his head and out of sight,
showing me the form I was salivating for.  Gods but he was
perfection. The muscles lean and hard. There did not seem to be one
area of that chest that lacked for muscles, all taut and
unbreakable.  I wanted to lick all of those muscles. To know them
personally and know what they felt like under my hands, my lips, my
tongue, my skin.  The fire aflame within me grew with simply a look
at that hard body.
   He was knealing above me, just staring at me stare at him.  Though
he didn't need to breath, his breathe was catching watching me watch
him.  I reached up and lightly touched my fingertips to that perfect
chest.  The touch finally caused that unrelenting gaze to fall under
hooded, lust filled eyelids as he groaned from my touch.
   I sat up, feeling the muscles of his chest tightened even more as
I added my other hand. Once hadn't been enough to enjoy this body I
confirmed to myself. I leaned forward a few inches and breathed my
warm breath on that chest, moving my fingers continuously over the
solid wall of muscle. My breath emitted another groan from his lips.
I had to know, before had been so rushed. I placed my lips in the
center of the chest, against the hard breastbone and kissed it. A
slow growl began just a few inches above my mouth in the base of his
throat. As I sent my tongue out to explore that bone, the slight
growl turned into a roar. He must have been wanting this as badly I
grinned inwardly.
   He grabbed my hands and I was pinned below him in a heartbeat. His
mouth again devoured mine as his hands released my wrists and began
removing my clothes. I don't remember what came off first or even how
it came off, but I was shortly nude below him. I knew the fire
burning in my cunt had to be put out. There was an emptiness there I
had never felt before and I literally hurt. I had to have him.
   When I reached my hand to his belt, I was surprised to find that
he had removed his own black jeans when removing my clothes. My hand
instead had fallen on one perfectly shaped ass check. I ran my hand
over it, then moving up his back. I lost consentrating ability though
when that delicious mouth moved to take one nipple in. My back arched
as his mouth and tongue worried first one, then the other nipple.
   He seemed to be trying to inhale my entire body into his. While
his mouth, teeth and tongue made love to my nipples, his hands were
busy running up and down the sides of my body. The increased heat he
was causing from his minstration seem to excite him even more. I
could feel his hard cock against my thigh, incredibly long and
throbbing. I could barely remember the last and only time we had and
I couldn't remember his cock being so big.
   He leaned up, placing one elbow beside me as he again caught my
eyes with his penetrating blue ones. As his eyes were penetrating
mine, his fingers roamed south to find me ready for him and began a
penetration of their own.  He slowly raised the two fingers that had
been pumping into me and brought them to his lips.  He closed his
eyes as he placed them in his mouth and licked them clean.
   "Hmmm," he purred in his thick, North London accent, "Willow."
   I opened my legs under his and immediately wrapped them around his
waist, bring his cock into perfect position against my cunt. His eyes
returned to mine, searching again.
   "Last time I'll ever ask, Red," he growled as he froze his
movements. "Forever?"
   "Yours," I whispered, barely heard above the wind in the trees and
my own hammering pulse. But he had heard me. With one thrust, he was
buried as deep inside me as possible. Upon first entering me, he
howled like the creature of the night he was.
   "Willow!" he screamed after the howl finished.
   "Spike," I moaned as I exhaled my pent up breath, finally feeling
the emptiness filled. "Make me yours."
   He began thrusting and pumping madly into me. He was making the
walls come down and the very ground tremble with his violent
lovemaking, but I was meeting him with every slap of our hips.  His
hands were planted firmly on my hips, controlling his movements and
mine.  His eyes were locked with mine. The emptiness I felt below and
the unknown emptiness I had in my heart were both filled with his
gaze.
   We were reaching our peak. I knew it and he knew it. He reached
around to pinch my clit, knowing this would bring me over.  I reached
up to his neck and pulled his head to my neck.  He switched over to
game face but pulled back to show me.
   "All of you. I am yours, all of you, forever."
   The happiness of the growl that eminated from him was apparent to
even me.  He bent forward, licking the side of my neck before
piercing it deeply.  The sensation drove both of us over the edge. I
spasmed around him, then felt him release his cold seed into me.
   As we came down, I realized he was licking my neck and purring.
   "Purr? Are you cat?" I laughed. I was answered with only a soft
growl as he continued his attention on my puncture wounds.
   "What are you doing?" I giggled as the licking began to tickle.
   "Mine," his soft growl, part purr was my only answer.
   "I know that, you vampire!" I teased. "I told you I was yours."
   He leaned up, glancing from my wound to my eyes. "No, now your
mine," he simply stated. I simply stared at him confused.
   He wrapped his arms around me and pulled up to sit on his
lap.  "No, little witch. The bite." He looked at me as though there
was something I should know. When I continued looking at him
bewildered, he just laughed.
   "Know anything about claims, Red?" When I shook my head, his
laughter just increased. "Oh, but we have much to discuss."

The End?

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