Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S
Summery: Challenge for WildChild
Spoilers: maybe a few
Feedback: Please! No one be bashful please!
Distribution: Willow's Lil' Secret, Bite me..please?, RedsSoulmates
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~Part: 1~
Willow walked slowly behind her newfound master, the cold collar biting into her skin and her slave band were three sizes too big for her now skinny arms. Her face was paler then usual and her eyes had gone a dead green, her now lifeless red hair lay limp on her head. Bruises, cuts and scraps covered her body that could be seen from what was not covered by a green halter top and piece of material that lay between her legs. She slid down on to sit on the large marble floor as her master slid into a booth. She barely heard him talking to someone with a very familiar British accent, for the first time in weeks she was curious and popped her head over the table. All she saw was a flash of platinum blonde hair before the demon hand smacked her hard back down to the floor.
Spike glared at the red haired rag doll his opponent had so brutally handled, it was a awful looking thing. Too thin and lifeless, it was supposedly a girl though she had been starved so that she was beginning to look more like an underage boy.
Then he got brief look in her eyes and face, he knew her from some where. He looked over the shell of what was once a human. It hit him, it was the slayers little friend. The one he locked in a basement and nearly raped and killed. She had handled herself well during that and only just to be captured by a demon and made a pet. Well wasn't life a real bitch? He chuckled and looked back to the person who had just recently dumped Dru. He was still going after her, maybe this bastard knew where she was heading.
"Nice girl you got there mate, where'd you pick her up?"
The beast growled.
"The only reason I agreed to this meeting was because you said that you had knowledge of the Sunnydale slayer. So if you want to know where your precious princess is I suggest that you spill your guts first."
Spike grinned.
"Well you don't have to be rude about it," Spike grumbled and took a sip of his ale.
"Apparently I do, you seem a bit reluctant to tell me anything. Perhaps you are bluffing."
Willow braced herself for the anger that she knew would come from her master and from Spike.
"I've dealt with that Bint more then I'd like to admit," Growled Spike.
"Oh yes Dru mentioned something bout you being a traitor."
This time it was Spike who growled, Her master paid no heed to him.
"Tell me Blondie or I'll leave," her master said bluntly and order a rye whisky.
Willow turned red with anger as she heard Spike tell all he knew about the slayer. Once Spike had finished he took a large gulp of the ale.
"Now tell me where she went off to," he stated coldly.
The demon laughed.
"Honestly I have no idea, though thank you for the information and drink," he laughed again and rose to leave. Spike looked up in disbelief and pissed as hell. He lunged foreword and grabbed the demon unaware, pushed him to the wall and covered the demons gills with both his hands. Willow barely raised her head as this happened.
"Well luv who's it gonna be me or him?
Willows head popped up and her brain swirled with the possibility, Spike no matter how bad most likely would be better then her last master. However while she pondered the demon turned and banged Spikes head against the wall.
Spike shook his head lazily, trying to get rid of the disorientation and as the demon pulled his head back to repeat the move spike reached for the knife that was so clearly present in the beasts leather pants.
"Red it's not a hard choice," Spike yelped and grabbed her by the wrist pulling her up with one hand and stabbing the demon in the gut with a knife.
The ugly bugger doubled up and reached for them both. Trying to ensnare them in his deadly grasp. Spike ran with her under his arm and bolted out the door. Let the demon pay for the bloody drinks. He threw willow in the back of the de sota and drove like a vampire bat out of hell.
~Part: 2~
Willow woke up to the smell of bacon sizzling in a pan and a blistering headache. Her eyes fluttered open, the bright lights sealing them shut.
"Rise and smell the blood luv!" spike said and jumped on the bed beside her, jostling her bruised head.
"Ow," she moaned feeling like her head was going to spilt.
She pulled back startled as she felt his cold hand caressed her temples.
"Spike..oh I um ah um . I'm sorry for whatever I do, or .err did. I didn't mean to I swear, I was probably did it by accident, ah yeah that's it by accident! I would never do anything mean to you, even If you do try to kill me and go grrr all the time. Do you want a spell I could do another spell seeing as how I'm a witch and all."
"Are you hungry?"
Willow stopped and looked at him confused.
"You're feeding me? Or are you going to feed from me? Cause I don't think I could deal with that right now, after all that's happened."
"I'll do anything to keep that mouth of yours active, doing anything but talking," spike got a wicked gleam in his eye, " or I'm sure there is something else I can put in that mouth of yours, unless your master didn't teach you well."
Willow gulped.
" I'm hungry."
"Good."
Spike disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a plate of white toast, bacon, and very over easy eggs. Willow didn't hide the fact that she was starving and went face first into the food. She looked up her cheeks blushing furiously.
"Why did you save me?"
he looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.
" I'm not sure pet."
~Part: 3~
Spike watched her sleeping 'pretty little chit' he murmured. Truth was he didn't know what do to do with her. He could kill her, he could eat her, he could just leave her, he could give her back to the slayer, or he could shag her brains out. She was a pretty little thing even if she was too thin. He sagged off the doorframe and strolled over to her, lifting her shirt for a moment. He laughed quietly to himself, yes defiantly too thin. He picked her up and moved her to his bed, and laughed again to himself. He was going to be like the witch in hanzle and gretal, fatten her up then fuck her till she couldn't walk for days. His face saddened, however he still didn't have his princess. Spike wiped a blood tear from his eye, she had left him. Dru had said that he could never measure up to daddy, he sniffled again. If that offensive phrase had come out of anyone else's mouth he would have had their brains for breakfast and their balls for lunch. Worst of all though, if it had come from anyone else he wouldn't have believed it. Willow stirred in her sleep and buried herself into spikes duster, nothing he could do right now would wake her up from her much needed slumber. Spike sighed and tucked her into his king size bed, the down feather pillows shaping to the form of her head on impact and the comforter enveloping her small battered and bruised body. As he pushed back a strand of the once bright red hair he knew that though she could never replace dru she could be a nice distraction, first however he would have to get her back on her feet.
The dust blew off the old cookbook that spikes alabaster hand held. ' Perhaps I should go make my favorite,' he looked at them and wondered what supermarkets looked like today. He sighed as he looked through what was left in the fridge, chicken and enough ingredients to make a good stew. He pulled them out and fired up the oven, one fat witch coming right up. The radio blared and for the tenth time that day Spike danced about the kitchen singing, I will survive, I will survive, hey hey.
~Part: 4~
Willow dreamed of a room filled with chains, whips, thumbs screws, irons maidens and other things that even she in her research had never heard of. Willow saw Spike sitting there mocking her as her old master whipped her soft body into pulp. She could feel his hot glare on her body, branding her flesh.
Willow woke up screaming, hot tears running down her face and her skin was in a fevered pitch.
"Spike!" She screamed and was mildly surprised when he actually appeared in the doorway upon hearing her voice.
"What is it Ducks?"
"Spike," her voice became fearful again. Why had she called for him? She should have been calling for Oz or Buffy even but not Spike. Spike was one of the people trying to hurt her. She did her best to curl into the pillows as he approached. After all he was not her hero; he was one of the people trying to hurt her. Trying to kill her. Trying to keep her.
"Willow what's wrong?"
Willow refused to hear the gentleness that was in his voice, the soft caress of his hand and slow graze of his lips across her neck.
"Spike what are you doing? Are you going to feed from me? Like I said cause I don't think that I could take that right now," Willow babbled and let her breathing increase.
"No Red I'm not going to feed from you," he broke from her and then gathered the stone like girl in his arms. He rocked her in his arms and stroked her limp hair.
"Nightmares Red?"
Willow nodded and ever so slightly let her body relax against his.
"Want to tell me what they were about?"
She shook her head and fully relaxed against him.
"Alright luv," he stopped rocking her and lay her back on the bed. He kissed her forehead and caressed her neck. Right along the jugular. Willow snapped her head back to attention at his obvious feral action. Spike winced when he realized what he was doing. Oh for fucks sake what did he care? He was the big bad this little girl should be squirming in her boots just upon hearing his name. He refused to feel wrong about this. He calmed himself. No he was just going to go through the motions of caring for her, so that she would trust him. Damn Angelus was much better at the mind games then he was. He pursed his lips together and thought back to what he did with Dru. He relaxed his features back to that of something that Giles might wear.
"Are you hungry Red?"
Willow clenched her body further. Never trust a wolf no matter what guise it should don. She would never trust him.
"No William I'm not hungry," Willow said through clenched teeth.
Spike filched again at hearing his real name. This was going to be harder then he thought. Still he persevered and rocked her like an infant.
"How about some hot chocolate?"
Willow narrowed her eyes and tried to wrangle her way out of hie treacherous embrace. However her stomach was not on board with the idea and growled loud enough to outweigh a bass band.
"Alright Red hot chocolate it is."
Willow opened her mouth to stop him but he was already in the kitchen puttering about like darwf housewife. She tugged her body into a c shaped figure and growled ever so lightly in her throat. The war was on.
~Part: 5~
Spike grinned as he climbed into bed with a dozing Willow. She had slept for nearly three days, the year of abuse and sleepless nights catching up with her. Spike raked his fingers through her hair, grateful that her hair was only coming out in strands and no longer in clumps. She was gaining weight, only few pounds so far but better then she was before. Her ribs were less defined and her breasts were filling out once more.
"Willow," he whispered.
"Mmm?" she asked and turned over to him.
"You awake luv?"
"Mmm."
"Time to take your bath luv," he reached two arms around her to lift her out of the bed.
"Un un," she groaned and tried to pry herself out of his grasp.
'No Willow pet, you need a bath, you're starting to stink."
"Un Un Spi I oo ot sti!" Willow's muffled words did nothing to stop the overly sensitive vampire. He dropped her in the deep tub and proceeded to strip her of the slave clothes. Willow twisted to get away from him.
"Luv stop that I'm not the enemy," Spike reassured her and wiggled her out of the skirt.
"Anyway you're not much to look at right now."
He swore he heard Willow growl and let a smile come to him. She was regaining her spirit.
"Spike," Willow murmured.
"Yes pet?" Spike finished undressing the underweight body and lowered her back into the tub.
"Spike," Willow opened her eyes and to Spike it felt like they were piercing his soul, no matter where it was.
"Spike, I wanna go home."
Spike blew air out of his dead lungs. He knew this was coming. Of course she would want to go home, he was surprised that she hadn't asked earlier. Spike first reaction was stomach wrenching, going back to Sunnydale was not what he had in mind.
"No Willow, not yet," Spike calmed and lathered up the lavender body wash. Willow pouted and sniffled.
"Spike,' she whispered again.
"Yes pet?"
"I wanna go home."
"Yes pet you we've established that, but you can't go home."
"Why not Spike?"
"Because Red for one thing your slayer friend will stake my undead ass."
"That's a pity because its' such a nice undead ass," Willow murmured and turned on her side in the tub, coming up sputtering once the liquid hit her nostrils.
Spike laughed and ran his hands over her body.
"You like my arse then luv?"
Willow blushed and nuzzled in to him.
"Well it's not that like I've ever looked or anything."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure red," Spike teased and washed out her now rust colored hair.
"Spike you want to know something?"
Spike leaned in close to her and ducked her gently under the water.
"Sure luv."
"I've always had kinda a crush on you," Willow confessed and looked into his startled blue eyes. The red head had a crush on him?
"Yeah Buffy and I always talked about that stuff," Willow continued, "She of course always wanted Angel, but me I always wanted you."
"Thank you red," Spike smiled and kissed her parted mouth.
Willow clutched her hands in bleached hair.
"You're welcome Spike," she murmured before slipping back off to sleep.
The END