Pairing: W/S
Summary: This is a drabble fic. Willow finds that she would like to know more about their resident vampire.only to find out he wants to know her as well. Starts off Season 4 while Spike is unchained, but still at Giles'.
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It wasn't any place, time, or event that made this thought click in her head. It was more of a gradual thing, like a dimmer light being turned on slowly. Then suddenly.the thought was just there, clear and bright. She, Willow Rosenberg, practicing Wicca, Research Girl, and computer wiz extraordinaire, wanted to know more about their resident vampire.Spike. Today wasn't different from any other nightly research session, except for that one thought.
There was just something about him, like the way he talked, that spoke to her. Willow knew that, at times, he was mocking them with parts of history or other knowledge that they had no clue about, but she caught on and waited for it. She began to wonder what he did in his free time. Did he read Giles' books? Did he just lay about?
Odd little things popped in her head too, like why did he dye his hair? Why does he paint his fingernails? Was it all just part of the 'Big Bad' image, or did he do it just for kicks? What kind of music did he like, or did he listen to any at all?
Willow had caught him looking at her a time or two and when she did, he looked away quickly and began his usual taunts and cracks on Xander or Buffy. She also wondered why he stayed around if he hated everyone as much as he claimed he did.
"Earth to Willow," Buffy said, pulling Willow out of her musings.
"What? Oh sorry, I-I was thinking," Willow said, apologetically. She spared a glance at Spike who looked quickly away and back to his book.
"Yeah, I could practically hear it," Buffy joked. "So, find anything on the badie?"
"Uh, no," Willow said, somewhat sheepishly. Truth be told, she'd forgotten all about said 'badie', her thoughts having been consumed by the vampire across the table. Feeling slightly guilty, Willow put her head back in the book to read. Only one problem, she'd forgotten what this thing looked like, or anything else Buffy had said earlier about it.
"So, uh, Xan.find anything yet?" Willow ventured to ask. She hoped that he would help her out, describe it, give her a clue.something.
"No," Xander said, stifling a yawn.
Willow groaned. She would never have forgotten if it hadn't been for thoughts about a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed vampire that was.*eep* eyeing her right now! Blushing, Willow quickly looked back down to her book, acting as if she were engrossed in the small text.
"Well, I'm off for patrol," Buffy said, grabbing her coat and stake.
"Do be careful Buffy," Giles said, setting down his book and cleaning his glasses.
"Vahrall demons, five feet tall, spines and claws," a British voice said quietly from across the table.
Willow looked up astonished. Spike, evil vampire, had just told her what she'd forgotten. Granted, he acted as if nothing had happened, but he'd told her nonetheless. However, this only served to confuse her more. 'Why help me?' she wondered.
~Part: 2~
Something was worming its way through Red's mind Spike just knew it. He knew it like he knew pigs could fly if you're in the right dimension. He knew it like he knew fifteen demon languages, and knew it like he knew Lord Byron's work. By learning it, studying it, gathering all the information his undead mind could handle.
Yes, admittedly, he'd been studying the redhead for a bit now. Red was the only one he could stand out of the lot of them. The only one Spike hadn't figured out yet. He wanted to know what made her tick, what made her stay here helping the Slayer, and what the bloody hell made her keep looking at him like that.
"I'm going to head home," Willow said, gather her books and things into her bag.
"Want me to walk you?" Xander asked, half-heartedly. Spike could tell the boy had other things on his mind, namely ex-vengeance demon type things, if the look the bint tossed at him was any indication.
"No thanks," Willow said, smiling. "I've got it covered." She held up a stake before placing it in her bag. Waving goodbye to the group, she walked out the door and into the night.
No one noticed as Spike got up from the table, nor did they notice when he grabbed his duster and walked out the door. He thought for sure that if an apocalypse broke out around them, they wouldn't notice that either. It was a wonder none of them were dead by now.
Spike quickly caught up to Willow, but hung back to trail her. He wanted to see if she paid more attention to her surroundings then the rest of the idiots back at the Watcher's. She had been stupid though, putting her stake in her bag instead of keeping it in her hand. If she were attacked she wouldn't have time to dig around for it, instead she'd be killed. That just wouldn't do. If anyone or anything was supposed to kill her, it was him. He'd tried enough times.it was his right that she be his.
Slowly, Spike came up behind her, making sure to keep his movements silent. He would teach her a lesson, for her own good. He was within arms reach when Willow spun around, stake in hand, and had it pressed to his flesh just inches from dusting him.
"It's not polite to stalk people," Willow said, smiling at the surprised look on Spike's face.
"Oi, watch the wood, Luv," Spike said, taking a step away from the stake. "'Sides, I wasn't stalking. Just making sure you got home all right is all. Lots of evil things lurkin' about."
"Right," Willow said, eyeing him carefully.
Thinking over his words, Spike realized just how poncy he sounded and cursed himself. 'She's mine though,' he argued with himself. 'I'm the one that came close to turning her. If it hadn't been for the soddin' chip mucking things up for me we'd be halfway across the world leaving a trail of blood in our wake.'
"I'm evil," Spike said, indignantly.
~Part: 3~
Willow had to bite back a laugh at Spike's words. 'Evil indeed,' she thought. Nevertheless, he had followed her.why? She had to admit though that Spike was, for the most part, evil, as he'd said. The only thing stopping him was the chip. 'But why had he come?' she wondered.
"Did Giles or Xander put you up to walking me home? Because, if they did.thanks but no thanks. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself," Willow said, placing her hand on her hips to emphasize her point.
"So I see," Spike said, rubbing his chest where the stake had been. "And no, they didn't bloody well send me."
"Oh," was all Willow could say. "Fine." Turning to continue walking, Willow said over her shoulder, "Coming?"
She didn't expect him to follow her, she wanted him to, but she didn't expect it. Her thoughts were preoccupied with more questions. No answers, just more questions. He had followed her, not at the behest of her friends, but for his own reasons. That thought alone would keep her busy for hours.
A puff of smoke preceded Spike as he walked up next to her. He was smoking again, a habit she personally despised, but somehow.it fit him, the leather, and smoke smell of him. It was unique and so utterly 'Bad Boy Spike' that she would never be able to be around the two without thinking about him. The leather of his duster looked old and worn. It hung well on him and Willow imagined how soft and pliant it would be. She found herself reaching out to touch it.
"So, Luv, what was that show all about?" Spike asked suddenly, making Willow jump and pull her hand back.
"Huh?" Willow asked, trying to get her thoughts back in some order. "What show?"
"Back at the Watcher's, with you sticking the stake in your bag and all."
Willow was puzzled and didn't quite know what he was talking about. She always carried a stake, a cross, and a vial of holy water. It had become a habit with her after they had been visited by Angelus.
"But I always carry one," Willow said.
"Which is good, Luv, but why did you make a show of putting it in your bag like some daft bint? Why not just walk out with it in your hand?"
"Oh, well, I don't know," Willow said. She wondered why he was so hung up on the stake. It was almost as if he cared which was oddly comforting since no one else seemed to nowadays.
~Part: 4~
'Must she make it so bloody hard on a bloke to ask a few questions?' Spike thought. 'Turned a simple question into an inquisition.'
"So," spike said, wanting to change topics. "Where to now?" He watched surprise cross her features before she recovered and answered him
"Well, I was, uh, headed home like I said back at Giles'," Willow said.
"Right," Spike said. He was acting like a ponce and he knew it. Spike blamed Willow; it had to be her fault. He only ever acted like this when he was around her. Either way, he had to find out why.why she made him act like this and feel like this. It wasn't right, it wasn't natural. He was a bloody vampire, death by night, fists and fangs, blood, gore, the Big Bad, and all that. It was demeaning and unsettling.
"Uh, Luv, isn't your dorm that way?" Spike asked, pointing in the opposite direction.
"Yes, but I'm not going to the dorms, I'm going home. Like I said," Willow answered.
"Oh, never been there," Spike said. So, they were going to Willow's house. Well, that was definitely different. He wondered why though, she wasn't going to the dorms. Had there been a fight between the Witch and the Slayer? If there had, then maybe Red would need another friend, a better friend. A dead friend perhaps?
They walked the rest of the way in silence, Spike watching Willow closely the entire time. He was trying to figure out when exactly the girl had gotten under his skin, when she had bored her way into his mind. He'd always liked her, ever since the first time he'd kidnapped her Spike had noticed something unique in the chit. Hell, at one point he'd wanted to turn her, but the chip had mucked up that plan.
So, why was it now that her lips took on a rosier appearance, why now did her hair seem more like strands of fire that would burn him if he touched it. That's what he wanted to know, and he was determined to find out.
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