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Part 1

Willow wrapped her arms around herself as she patrolled the mean streets of Sunnydale.  She still couldn't help feeling as if she'd
stumbled into one of her nightmares and had never been able to wake up.  This was real though. . .and that was the real nightmare.

Buffy was dead.  It was as simple as that. One week ago, Buffy Anne Summers had died saving the world.  Rationally, Willow knew that
this day would come,  but she'd always hoped that Buffy would have more time. A new Slayer had been called and would be reporting to Sunnydale with her Watcher soon.

Giles had been called back to England by the Watcher's Council. Apparently, after every Slayer's death, her Watcher would have to give a full report to the council.  Giles was flying back to England with Buffy's. . .with Buffy's body.  Her headstone would be in a Sunnydale cemetery but her body would be in the Slayer's Crypt in England. A special ceremony would be performed in her honor as she was laid to rest. Giles would then have to painstakingly record her the events of her death.  For the council and for Buffy herself.   His Slayer had made him promise to record every detail of her final battle to help the other Slayers.

Willow had seen Giles off at the airport and had organized the Scoobies into patrolling shifts.  Word of the Slayer's demise had heated
up demonic activity in Sunnydale. Anya and Xander would patrol just after sunset, the calmest time of the night.  Willow and Spike divided up the later shift, each agreeing to take half of Sunnydale.  Willow was powerful enough now, that she had little to fear from the demon population.

Willow was amazed at the depth of feeling the blond vampire had for Buffy. He had truly loved her. He'd become despondent after her
death.  The only thing he was unliving for now was killing demons and taking care of Dawn.  He'd been living with the girl, offering her his solace and receiving some from her.

Willow rounded a corner and bumped into the object of her thoughts.  "Spike!" she said, she put her hands on his shoulders to steady
herself..  "What are you doing here? This is my half of town." He cocked his head to one side as he looked at her, he seemed a little confused. Willow took in his bewildered look and brushed a hand across his cheek tentatively, trying to offer support.  The poor vamp didn't know if he was coming or going. "Are you alright?"

Spike's lips curled into one of his familiar provocative smiles.  He caught her hand as it was about to leave his face and squeezed it before he let go. "I'm fine, luv. Better than I've been days, in fact. "

"I'm glad, I was worried about you. " She scrunched her nose up as she often did when she was thinking.  "Spike, would you like to go
somewhere and, uh, have a drink?" She didn't think he would except an offer to talk about his feelings for Buffy.

But he needed to or he'd probably lose it, just like he did after Drusilla left. Pretty soon he'd be trying to get her to do a spell. Spike got closer to her, invading her body space.  "A drink, eh?  Now that you mention it, I'm very thirsty." He licked his lips.

She rolled her eyes.  "Oh, please.  Spare me the bad ass vampire routine, 'kay? Let's go to my place." Spike seemed stunned for a moment but nodded and followed right behind her.

                             *******

On the front stoop, Willow had issued Spike an invitation.  The vampire had smiled so sweetly when she did, she felt bad that she had
deinvited him from everyone's house. Once inside, she poured Spike some bourbon from her father's liquor cabinet and also got him a heated mug full of pig's blood. She'd bought some for him so he could drink it during Scooby meetings which were going to be held out her house until Giles returned. She poured a glass of orange juice for herself.

          Spike early tossed back the bourbon and even poured himself more from the bottle but didn't touch the blood.  He had sniffed it once when she set it down but hadn't touched it since.  Willow looked at him curiously but said nothing.  The whims of vampires!

Spike looked at her expectantly.  She decided to first."So, Spike, is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

He frowned.  "No.  Anything you want to talk about?"

Damn, he was making this hard.   Undaunted, she began again.  "I imagine this has been a rough week for you, huh?'

He laughed a little bit and shook his head.  "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, pet."

"Try me."

Spike's eyes lazily ran over her from her fiery red hair to the tips of her brightly painted toe nails.  "Try you? Well, I never refuse a lady."

"Bloody hell!"

Willow had been staring at Spike the whole time yet she hadn't seen his lips move.  But she had distinctly heard his voice.  What the
hell. . .?

"Red!  Get out of there. . . Now!" Willow's head whipped around to see a Spike standing at the window, hands pressed up against the glass.

 She turned back to Spike sitting at her family's dinner table.  Two Spikes? Willow backed away from the grinning Spike standing in her kitchen.  "Now, you gave me an invitation. You're not gonna back out now, are ya?"

"Get the hell away from her you bleedin' wanker!"  Another Spike said from the doorway, a stake raised in his fist.  This vampire held out
his hand to here.  "Get over here, Red, and stay behind me."

Now, the question was. . . could either of them be trusted?  Willow new that she was strong enough to hold off both of them if need be.  She just didn't want to use her power on someone she cared about right now.  Since Buffy's death she'd been unfocused, if she were the slightest bit distracted the real Spike might be ashes in less than a minute.

The other Spike glared at his twin.  "The girl belongs to me.  So, sod off!"  He smiled sardonically.  "Though you are a handsome bloke if I
do say so myself." He vamped out then.

Willow shot a look at the recently arrived Spike.  She just had a realization, he hadn't called her by her name.  "What's my name?"

"Willow!"  He smiled.  "Good thinkin', luv.  Always knew you were the smart one. Let me see. . .you're shaggin' that Tara witch. Xander
is your best friend." He tsked.  "Though why you bother with that git is beyond me."

Willow raised her hand and shot out a bolt of energy. "Stay!" she commanded and the other Spike was trapped behind an energy barrier.
She walked up the edge of it and crossed her arms.  "Now, where did you come from?"

His face smoothed back into his human features.  "You don't have to look at me so mean, luv.  I wasn't going to kill you, just shag the
living daylights out of you."

Spike came up behind Willow to glare at his counterpart who, from the look of things, was mentally stripping the young witch.  "She's
gay, you bleedin' idiot. For the last time, tell us what the hell are you doing here and why you have my face."

Spike #2 winked at Willow.  "Gay, eh?  I'd say you just haven't met the right vampire."  Then he bestowed a derisive glance at his
doppelganger.  "As for your question. . .why do you I have your face?  It's you that has MY bleedin' face.  I'm Spike, childe of Angelus.  Killer of two Slayers. Who the hell are you?"

Spike and Willow stared at each other, dumbfounded. "I'm calling the other Scoobies. "

"You do that, luv.  Meanwhile, I'm gonna drink some of that bourbon of yours."
 
 

Part 2

They weren’t getting anywhere. Willow was normally a calm, sensible person but the limits of her formidable patience were being tested. “Once again. . .where are you from?” She put a single finger up to forestall the vampire’s habitual response. “If you say Sunnydale one more time, I’ll. . .I’ll-“

”Turn him into a horned toad.” Spike whispered, visibly suppressing a shudder.

She gave him an incredulous look. The Big Bad was squeamish about a toad? He was indignant. “What? One time, Drusilla and I were in a swamp and then-“

”Not helping, Spike.”

He crossed his arms, looking offended. “Fine,” he sniffed. “But I heard you don’t like frogs. They make you all twitchy and nervous.”

She shook her head. “I’ll turn you into a toad.” Willow said finally, shooting a fierce scowl at the uncooperative vampire. The caged Spike merely raised a black eyebrow, keeping his emotional state a mystery.

Anya stood up and walked over to Willow’s side. “You have to really threaten him, Willow.” She patted the witch’s arm, making sure she had her full attention before imparting some demonic wisdom. She regarded their captive. “You should tell us what we want to know. If you don’t, Willow, whose a very powerful witch , will shrink your manhood.” The vampire’s eyes widened, she had his full attention. “I’m talking really small.” She held her fingertips an inch apart. “It’ll be the size of a gherkin” she paused for maximum effect. “if you’re lucky. That’s right, Spike, no more shagging. Ever.” Both Spikes’ mouths dropped open in abject horror.

The confined vampire cleared his throat and said with as much dignity as possible considering the circumstances. “No need for that, pet. We can have a nice, friendly chat without the shrinking of my organs.”

Willow beamed at Anya and pulled the ex-demon into a brief hug before she pulled a chair over to the barrier. “Tell me when you arrived in Sunnydale.”

The trapped vampire also sat down in a chair on his side of the room and regarded them all with predatory looks, silently evaluating which one of them he’d kill first when he got released. With that cheerful mental image, he smirked before he opened his mouth to speak.

*******

An hour later, the only ones left awake were the two Spikes and Willow. Anya and Xander went home. Tara wasn’t in town right now, she was visiting her family. Spike had brought Dawn over from the Summer’s house for the night. They hadn’t allowed her to see who it was they had captured.  Willow mentally reviewed the information they had collected. The new Spike had arrived exactly one week ago, the night Buffy died. Obviously, he’d been transported here through the gate Dawn had unwillingly opened with her blood. The vampire had been cunning enough to evade their tracking party. The Scoobies had been forced to hunt down all the demons that had escaped into their dimension. Spike had immediately realized he’d been sucked into a different Sunnydale and had laid low. He’d been at the Bronze feeding in the alleyway when an almost blinding bright light appeared. He said that he’d been drawn to it and dropped the girl he was eating to get a closer look. By that time, it was too late, he’d been taken into the gateway’s pull.

That had answered two questions. He was still bitey and from another dimension. The only important question that remained was what do with him. Opening the portals again was out of the question but killing a demon from another dimension was risky. It could possibly affect all the dimensions.

Willow was on the phone waiting for Giles to answer. A recorded voice answered instead. “Your party is unable to be reached at this time. Press one to leave a voice mail for the occupant of room 213.” Willow pressed the number and spoke at the beep. “Giles, this is Willow. I’m sorry to bother you, I know that this a difficult time for you. But, we have a situation,  another Spike showed up in Sunnydale and I’m pretty sure he still has his bite. The situation is alright for now, I have him trapped behind an energy fence and he didn’t harm any of us. We could really use your input. Give me a call, I’m staying at my parent’s house.” Willow hung up the phone. “Spike?”

“Yes, pet?’ They both answered in unison.

“This is too confusing. We need another name for you, er, him.” Willow said, speaking to ‘her’ Spike. “How about William?”

The captive’s eyes flashed with indignation. “The name’s Spike, luv. I haven’t been William for over a century.”

“Then why did you tell us you’re name was William the Bloody?”

His jaw tightened. “Because that’s what some people still know me as. Angelus never liked to call me Spike.”

“Oh.”. She turned to the other vampire. “What were some of Harmony’s nicknames for you? Let me think a minute. Blondie Bear. Ooh, I know! We could call you Timmy.”

“Blondie Bear? Timmy?!?” The vampire seemed like he was about to explode.

“Yeah, after the doll on Passions.”

“Passions?!”

“It’s a soap opera.” Her eyes danced with subdued laughter.

The imprisoned vampire regarded his twin with revulsion. “You’re a regular poof, aren’t you? Hanging out with humans, watching the shows on the telly that only chits should see.” He sniffed the air. “And have you been drinking pig’s blood?”

Spike placed his hands on Willow’s shoulders. “You should get some sleep, Red. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

She tilted back her head to meet his eyes. “Thanks. I’m exhausted.” Willow stood and waved her hand in the direction of the energy field, reinforcing it. She pulled Spike with her into the foyer. She looked up at him. “I’m sorry about teasing him like that. I couldn’t help it, he made me so mad. I want to-thanks for helping us out. If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I could’ve made it through this week.” On impulse she embraced him briefly, it was the first real physical contact she’d had with the vampire since he’d thrown her on her bed and tried to sire her. She placed a kiss on his cool cheek before she went to the stairs to go to bed.

*******

Spike heated up some blood in the Rosenberg’s kitchen. He was unwilling to face himself just yet. He was still thrown by tonight’s events. Never a dull night in bloody Sunnyhell! He had a doppelganger in Sunnydale and Red had hugged and kissed him.

What was the chit thinking? He wasn’t a hero, he was the kind of male her mother had warned her about in hushed tones. Spike looked down. Or maybe not. Maybe he was chipped, helpless vampire sipping pig’s blood from a dixie cup.

He scowled, time to get rid of these kind of thoughts. Spike sauntered into the room occupied by the confined vampire. He was curious about this other version of himself. “What do you want?” His double demanded.

“Just a bit of information, mate. Tell me about yourself.”

“Why? So you can tell your little pets all about it?” He made a face.

Spike was miffed. “Hey, if you can’t trust me, who can you trust?”

“Trust you? You helped them trap me.” Spike’s mouth abruptly twisted into a sly grin. “This is starting to make sense now, I know why you’re helping them. This is all about that little redhead, isn’t it? Should have known.” The vampire pulled a pack of cigarettes from his duster pocket and promptly lit up.  “If you want my advice, take her away from her friends. Shag her until all she thinks about is you.” His eyes got a faraway look. “Yeah, somewhere nice where you could lay her down and-“

“Enough! This has nothing to with Red.” Spike’s hand shook a little he reached for his own pack of smokes.

“I should trust you? Well, don’t lie to me. It’s always about a woman with us, mate.”

Spike quirked an eyebrow at the other vampire as sat down in a chair, preparing for a long story. “Tell me about it.”
 

Part 3

“I guess I’ll start this little tale at the bleedin’ beginning.” Spike idly blew a ring of smoke in the air. “ I was sired by Angelus in-“

”Angelus turned you?”

He nodded. “Back when I fancied myself a nancy boy poet. I ran into him one night, crying my soddin’ mortal eyes out. ”

“Cecily?”

“Yeah.” The other Spike smiled sheepishly. “She was. . . well, you remember what that whole mess was like.” His twin smiled knowingly.

“ Anyway, Drusilla had asked her sire for a present. She’d been chattering away about a prince of her very own. I guess I was the first bloke that came by.”

Spike shook his head and said softly. “So, Dru didn’t sire you.” In this other vampire’s reality, Drusilla didn’t have the powerful hold
on him that a sire had on a child. That must have affected their relationship. “Wait a minute!” He threw his head back and laughed. “Dru’s your sire?”

“Yeah, so what?” He said defensively.

“She was beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But she was as batty as a bedbug, mate.”

Spike couldn’t argue with either of those statements so he attempted to change the subject.“Was? She’s dead in your reality?”

“Yep. By her own hand, too.” Spike shook his head.

“Angelus, Dru, and Darla all went to this gypsy camp for a late night snack. They asked me to go but I knew better than to mess with ‘em. Seems that Angelus saw this pretty young thing he just had to have. She ran from him though, ended up in a villager’s house where he
couldn’t touch her. But did he leave at that? Course not. Kept going on and on about her and how much he wanted her blood. So, Darla and Dru went back for her and brought her to him as a bleedin’ birthday gift.” He took another drag off his cigarette. “Pissed off the local witch royally. She gave all three of ‘em shiny souls for eating her granddaughter.”

Spike was having a hard time imagining Drusilla and Darla being as guilt-ridden and angsty as the great poof. “What happened then?”

“Angelus and Darla made this whole big dramatic exit speech about all the horrible things they did and how they deserved to die. Blah, blah, blah. Then, they kissed before they staked each other.” He flicked an ash from his cigarette. “Then, Dru walked out into the sun because ‘Daddy’ was dead. She always did love that pillock.”  He sighed a bit, she wasn’t all there in the sense department but she had been a beauty. They’d had some wonderful times together feeding and shagging their way through London. He really didn’t get the chance to know her all that well.

“She was the best, mate. In my time, Angelus was the only one to get his soul back. While he was crying over spilled blood, the two of us
went round the world together causing all sorts of hell to break loose.”

“Sounds like fun.” Though having Angelus wouldn’t have been that great. He was a bore sometimes, playing silly mind games with people
instead of killing them. Besides, Spike liked being his own vampire, he hadn’t answered to anyone since the night his sire staked himself.

“That it was.” Spike regarded his identical companion.

“What then? Said you killed two Slayers, too?” The other Spike nodded. “Me too. One in China, during the Boxer Rebellion and -”

“China?” He shook his head. “No, she died fighting a gang of vamps. I almost had the chit too. My first was in New York.” He touched
his duster lovingly. “Took it from her, just like you did.” He nodded to the other Spike’s coat. “The other was in Sunnydale.”

“Sunnydale? Was it. . .was it Buffy?”

“No. Some chit named Faith. Wasn’t much of a fight really.” Spike grinned, showing an even row of lethal white teeth “ She cursed a blue streak at me too and pounded the hell out of my face. I was black and blue for a week. Her blood was delicious though.”He vamped out as he remembered the taste.

Spike felt a wave of relief roll over him. “When did you kill her?”

“Killed her right after Mayor Wilkin’s Ascension as I recall. Can you believe the bloody mayor wanted to turn himself into a slithery snake?”

The other Spike shook his head, equally baffled. The Scoobies had told him tales of the Ascension. “Anyway, both of the Slayers before her were killed before the mayor even got here. Fought The Master and won. Faith. . .Faith was mine though. She managed to rig up the soddin’ highschool with explosives and lured the damn thing inside. There were bits of snake everywhere. After that battle she was so tired, hardly had the energy to fight with me.“

Spike crossed his arms as he sat back in his chair. It was so strange to hear how his life could have gone. Just imagine what it must have
been like to be his own vampire. The specter of Angel or Angelus not hanging over his head. He regarded his companion carefully. This Spike was more confident, more deadly than he’d been before the chip.

The other Spike regarded his counterpart slyly. “So, tell me all about the little redhead. Willow, right?”

“Leave her alone, mate. She’s not for you.”

“ And just who is she for?”

Spike stood up . “I think we had enough chit-chat for tonight.” He really didn’t know who she was for. But it certainly couldn’t be for a
monster like him.

*******

“Goodbye, Giles.” Willow had gotten off the phone with the Watcher then next morning. He had advised her to keep this new Spike restrained until he got home.  They would search for a ritual to send him back to his reality.

Giles had explained that the demons that they had killed were all from demon dimensions. There lives would only impact other demons in
those dimensions. Spike was from an alternate of their reality. The effects might spill over into all the realities, kind of a cosmic game of dominos because things weren’t balanced.

Willow regarded the energy barrier with a critical eye. They needed a simpler solution. Something that wouldn’t put a constant drain on
her energy. Something that would make feeding the vampire easier. Maybe it was time to go the bathroom.

*******

“I’m not letting you truss me up like some soddin’ turkey!”

Xander fastened the chains to the network of pipes above the shower in Giles apartment. He looked at the chipped vampire standing
across the room and sighed.

“Does this bring back memories?”

“Shut your gob, brick layer.”

“You better not give me any lip or I’ll tie you down right beside him.”

Spike sauntered over to the young man. “I don’t think so, mate. What if I ‘accidently’ let Spike go?” He smiled. “Could you really tell us apart? He’s got an invitation to your flat too. It’d be real easy for-“

”Alright, alright!” Xander held up his hands in defeat. Willow cleared her throat purposefully as she looked at the assembled Scoobies.

“Spike and I will take shifts staying with him.” She eyed Xander and Anya. “Spike was right. Always remember, he doesn’t have a chip. Don’t get anywhere near his mouth.”

“Fine, we’ll leave his mouth alone.” Anya said, she took Xander’s hand. “Let’s go get some more fruit punch at the store, I’m thirsty.”

“Me too.” Spike said from the tub, leering at the mortals. Xander and Anya quickly shuffled out the door.

“Spike, I can take first shift. Why don’t you rest up before patrol?” They agreed that they would alternate. Spike would patrol the whole
town one night while she babysat the other Spike and vice versa.

“I could use some shut eye.” He shot a warning glance at his counterpart before he quit the room.

Willow trailed behind, catching his arms as he was about to ascend the stairs to Giles’ bedroom. “Spike, I’ve been meaning to ask you
something.”

“What?”

“How did you happen to be by my house last night?” The vampire seemed to flinch under her gaze. His hands tugged at the duster as
he spoke. “Well, uh, I was just checking up on you. I. . . had a bad feeling, that’s all.”

Willow smiled. “Thank you.” She blushed a little.

“Don’t worry about it, Red.” On impulse, he leaned down to kiss her cheek. It was warm and the skin was soft under his lips. He pulled
back, expecting to see disgust or surprise. But she had blushed a deeper red. Interesting. With a nod to her, he quickly bounded up the stairs. Willow was about to go to the kitchen to make some tea when the other vampire spoke up. “I’m really hungry, pet. Can I have someone to eat?”

“I’ll get you a blood bag from the fridge.”

“Ugh, cold blood.” His tone was laden with disgust. Then it became speculative and laced with innuendo. “Why don’t you come in here, luv? I can have a quick bite. I promise you that I’d be very grateful. We could-“

“I’ll heat it up for you.” Willow said, cutting him off.  She prepared them both a drink and returned baring a cup of tea and a cup of blood.

Spike lifted his shackled hands. “Can’t hold that, luv.”

She reached over and loosened the restraints. Then she gestured with her hands and a stake hovered near his heart. “You try anything
funny and-“

”I get the picture, pet.”

She sat down on the side of the tub, feet on the tile floor watching him carefully as he sucked the blood through the straw. For some reason, it was almost erotic to watch him suck the liquid. His enjoyment was obvious from the little sounds of pleasure he made as he drank. She averted her eyes and attempted to focus on her tea.

When he was finished she took it from him and rinsed it in the sink and then pulled his restraints tighter. She released the stake and
sent it to the corner of the room where it clattered to the ground. He smirked but made no comment.

She found that she was curious about his world. “Spike, have you ever seen me in that other Sunnydale?” She was almost afraid to ask,
wondering if Vamp Willow was roaming that world.

“Nope. I would have remembered something as delicious as you, pet.”

She rolled her eyes. “We both know you were going to drain me, so don’t lie. I was a meal.”

He shook his head. “You don’t understand, do you? No vampire would want to kill you, pet. You’re irresistible to them. You give off this energy, power and purity. I just knew that you’d make a wonderful vampire. “

”You wanted to sire me?”

“After I shagged you, yes.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m gay.”

“I’m not.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Despite herself, she laughed. “And what you want is the only thing that matters?”

“Not at all, luv. I know that you’re not immune to me.  That means you’re bisexual, not gay.” He remembered his counterpart’s
description of life with Drusilla. It sounded so wonderful to belong to as well as possess another vampire. Especially a beautiful vampire like Willow would be. “If I turned you, you wouldn’t regret it. We’d go around the world together. I would show you things that you’ve never seen before.”

Willow shook her head in denial but that offer was tempting. Very tempting.

*******

Upstairs, Spike was also facing temptation. For some reason, the little witch was getting to him. Maybe it was that other Spike’s feelings
for her. Maybe it was the fact that he’d entertained notions about her since he’d seen her in that nightclub dancing with the Slayer. Fiery red hair, whipping around the perfect oval of her face. Drusilla had always been between them, though. Even that night when he’d held her captive in the factory.

Then, he’d been caught up in the Slayer but he’d never forgotten the red head.

This new Spike had just sparked his imagination about her again. When he'd become the Scoobies unwilling imformant on the Initative, he'd been tempted by her. Had some torrid fantasies, actually. But she’d fallen in love with the other witch. He’d been angered but would be patient with her, vowing to wait around while she worked Tara out of her system.  That’s when he’d gone and fallen for the Slayer.

He rolled over on the bed, so he lay on his back. Spike imagined going downstairs and sneaking up behind her. Maybe she’d be at her computer or reading a book on the couch. He’d kiss her neck as he trailed fingers down her spine. Then she’d arch her neck and press back
against him, giving him access to her breasts. Spike sighed as he unbuttoned his jeans and continued the fantasy with his hands as well as his mind. He hissed as he closed his fingers around his thick member. “Willow” he whispered to himself as he began to stroke himself. She filled up his senses. All he could smell was the sweet scent of her arousal. Al he could hear were her breathy moans which urged him deeper inside her. All he could touch was her soft skin. All he could feel was the hot wetness which surrounded him. “Willow.” He cried softly to himself as his hips jerked reflexively.

“Willow.”
 

Part 4

Spike shifted restlessly in his cool porcelain prison. He could hear the muffled voices from the other side of the door. It was his other self and the red haired witch.

They were discussing someone named Dawn.  Spike shook his head in annoyance, wondering what was wrong with this version of himself. He so obviously wanted the witch, why didn’t he just take her?

Spike’s face broke into a wicked grin. Well, it was his loss then. Because he’d take Willow right out from underneath his nose. And no one would be able to stop him.

Spike entered the bathroom and looked down at his counterpart with loathing mixed with envy. Seeing this other Spike brought to mind his past and the kind of vampire he used to be. He remembered the clarity he used to have, the only thing that really mattered was the hunger. The feeling he got from the hunt and the kill. There was no nagging bit of conscience, no thought at all about his victim. Only blood. And his lust for it. The only other being he’d ever cared for was Drusilla. But even his emotions for her were bound up in his need to be needed by someone. She was special to him in many ways but she had always been his doll, his possession. Something precious that he coddled when he felt like it. Other than Dru, Spike had been virtually carefree and so powerful.

Now, he cared for all the Scoobies, even droopy boy, Xander. He now had priorities other than his own needs and desires. Like Willow. He had longings for
something that Spike knew he would never be able to quench. Like Willow.

“What are you lookin’ at, mate?”

“Not a thing.” Spike said averting his eyes and strolling over to lean against the wall.

The other Spike clanked his chains together. “I’ve had enough of this. These are starting to get uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“This happened to you too?” Spike asked incredulously.  His twin merely nodded. He had previously thought that the witch was this Spike’s objective. He wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe there was something else at work here. Spike #2's grin was sly, “Why don’t you tell me more about yourself, mate. Last
night I did all the talkin’.”

“Sod off! I don’t feel like talking right now.”

Spike sniffed the air knowingly. Willow’s scent had floated in with the other vampire. He could smell the perfume she wore, her potent blood, and a shimmer of magick in the air. “Feel like shagging, don’t you? I know you want her.”

“You don’t know a thing!” Spike snarled, game face coming into place. What the hell was wrong with him? Bad enough that he’d had a ‘thing’ for the Slayer. Now, her body was barely cold in the ground and he was lusting after her best friend. So much for true love and all that rot. So which feelings were real? The ones he had for the Slayer or the ones he had for Willow? Bugger.

Spike raised a scornful eyebrow. A new plan began to form. A much better plan.

“Oh, really? Look, mate, you can fool those humans out there with your goody two shoes act, but we both know what you really are. A demon.  As a matter of fact, I can see it on your face right now. You might have the same packing but you aren’t human, got that? So stop trying to act like one, you pillock!”

“I know I’m a demon.” Spike said quietly, ashamed. For the first time, he could be honest with himself. . .and his other self. “She deserves better than me. I’m just a monster.” The Slayer rejected him. No reason the beautiful witch wouldn’t. Though, he bet she’d try to let him down easy. She wouldn’t punch his lights out.

“Piffle.” Spike made a disgusted noise. “You’re telling me that a fiery, powerful witch wants. . .what? A boy? Some stupid sod like that Dander?”

“Xander.”

“Like it matters. No, she wants a demon! Someone who can stand up to her, someone who could be her equal, her mate.”

“She likes women.” Spike said doubtfully. His other self was very convincing.  Hmmm. . . .maybe it was possible, Willow could be his.

“And that’s a bad thing?” Spike 2 smiled provocatively.

“But she also likes men, I’ve seen the way she eyes us.”

“What are you getting out of this?” Spike asked curiously.

“I want her too. Together, we can have her.”

“I don’t share.”

“I don’t either, under normal circumstances. “ Not that we’ll be sharing once I take her back to my dimension with me. Witch like that, she can probably whip up a spell and poof. . .we’re back in my Sunnyhell. Spike spread his hands, trying to look reasonable. “ Besides, who would you rather share with than yourself?”

He had a bloody good point there. Once his other half helped him seduce Willow, he could cheerfully send him back where he came from. Willow would be his. “Fine, let’s do it. We’ll seduce Willow. She can be ours.” Temporarily, ours. Then, she’ll be just mine.

“Right, ours.” Temporarily.

Willow stood on the other side of the door, listening with rapt attention to the vampires. Seducing her? What the hell? She fought the urge to open this door, let loose with her magick and let the dust fall where it may.

Arrogant vampires! So typically male.

And they all wondered why she’d ‘switched teams’, as Anya put it. Spike 2, she understood.

Being an evil vampire, his thoughts were pretty much.  Blood. Shag. Smoke, etc.

But her Spike? Wait a second, ‘her’ Spike? She shook her head to clear it, the Spike from this world knew better. He’d grown so much in the last year. His love for the Slayer had changed him. She was barely in the ground and he was planning to seduce her? He didn’t even like her, though he had a fondness for her blood. This had to be some cruel demon joke or something. Well, she had a plan in store for both of them.

They wanted to seduce her? Well, she’d let them. Only they’d be dealing with Vamp Willow! She smirked as she walked over to the phone to call Anya. The ex-demon was going to help her get in touch with her other self.
 

Part 5

Willow stared at her other self with an appraising eye. Vamp Willow was younger, her hair was longer, and she wore a little girl pout on her dark red lips. Anya had reluctantly agreed to help bring her here. The vampiress was currently imprisoned behind the same kind of barrier the other Spike had been. "Oh, its you again." Vamp Willow smiled seductively at her human counterpart. "Change your mind?"

"Good, you remember me."

"I just left."

"I guess it would seem that way to you. What was that about my mind? Oh, about being a vampire? Nope, I like being human. I do need a favor though."

"Short hair now." She tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Like it." Willow cleared her throat. "So? Tell me." Then, Vamp Willow crossed her arms over her chest and sighed dramatically as if listening to the proposition would be an extremely difficult and annoying task.

Willow took a very deep breath before she began her very long winded request. As she finished it, she smiled hesitantly. "Well?"

Vamp Willow gave the human her most salacious grin. "Mmm. . .Spike. Met him once, he’s yummy. And I thought your world was no fun." She sighed dramatically once more. "I’ll do it." She cast a critical eye towards Willow’s clothes. "But I don’t want to wear pink, fuzzy things."

"Too bad, Spike likes me in pink fuzzy sweaters." Willow gave a small, secretive smile. Anya, who was watching the exchange with bemusement, looked at Willow with respect. Willow and Spike had a history, who knew? The vampire was sexy, nice ass too.

She wrinkled her nose. "He does?" Then, she rose one perfectly plucked eyebrow as she caught Willow’s drift. "Knew you could be bad."

Willow smiled at her twin. "You have no idea."
 
 

Spike stood at the foot of Buffy’s grave plot. He knew that the Slayer wasn’t really buried there but it gave him her name to look at when he spoke. "I never really loved you, Slayer." He began to space, needing to move as he began to let everything out. "Don’t get me wrong, I was bloody well obsessed for a while. Running around, collecting bits of stuff that was yours. Acted like one of those bleedin’ boy band groupies. Gettin’ all excited about your picture and what not But’s it was the kind of thing I felt for Cecily, it wasn’t real. Not like what I felt for Dru. I liked the idea of you, forbidden fruit I guess. Put you on a bloody pedestal, I did. Look, but don’t touch, y’know. Probably cause you belonged to my sire. With Red, it’s different. She’s mine, knew it for a long time. She just doesn’t know it yet. She’ll accept me, warts and all." Spike shuddered at the accidental toad reference. " She likes the darkness, it doesn’t frighten her. She’s a part of me, felt it the first time I touched her."

Spike stopped then and reached out a hand to brush some dirt from the tombstone. "Doesn’t mean that I won’t honor my promise to you. Dawn is mine, I’ll take care of her as long as she lives. Nibblet is almost like my own sister now. Dawn is safe with me, I’ll protect her with my life. Don’t you be worrying about that, or Willow either. I’ll be good to both of my ladies." He stood up again. "Bye, Slayer. Rest in peace, you bloody well earned it." Spike lit up a smoke as he picked up his bag of weapons and made his way out of the graveyard. He felt free, released from his burdens. Spike had said his goodbyes and it was time to move on, time to find Willow.

Willow surveyed her handiwork and grinned. Vamp Willow was wearing a pair of faded black jeans and a silver tank top, around her throat was a beaded choker. Willow had cut her hair so that it matched her own style, flowing in a riot of bright red curls. She had let the vamp keep her trademark dark makeup. "You look great." The two of them were sitting in Xander’s bathroom.

The vampiress grin was wicked. "You too." In a flash, she was on her feet with Willow pressed against the wall. Her cool tongue slipped out to lick an icy path along Willow’ s exposed neck. "Time to be bad." Her fangs extended, eager to taste the rich blood of her other self when a rush of pain, exploding in her head staggered her.

"Hurts, doesn’t it?" Willow said, not without some sympathy.

"What did you do?" The vampiress growled.

"Gave you a mental chip, so to speak." She opened a drawer in the small bathroom and produced a bloodied black t-shirt. "Spike’s shirt, he got hurt by a V’losh demon last night. I made a mental link of  the synapses in your brain with a spell. That way you are non-bitey during your brief stay in Sunnydale." Vamp Willow scowled, she didn’t understand exactly what a ‘chip’ was but it hurt something fierce and she wasn’t eager to repeat the experience. "You didn’t think I ‘d let you roam around, biting as you pleased, did you? I’ll undo it right before you go home." Willow knew her vampire self couldn’t be trusted so she had been forced to find a quick solution.

"Hungry." She said in a plaintive tone.

"How about some bagged blood?"

Vamp Willow rolled her eyes, she was hoping for an offer of witch blood. "I’ll eat at home."

Xander smiled as he walked in the door of his apartment, like he always did. He was coming home to the woman he loved and would one day marry. Sometimes, life could bring you the biggest joy as it brought you a tragedy. Xander was finally coming to terms with Buffy’s death. He now hoped that she would find peace in heaven with her mother. He loved both Summers’ women dearly and knew that they were reunited once more and it was a comfort to him. It seemed as if Buffy’s life was always a struggle here, he was glad that she wouldn’t be forced to make painful decisions or fight terrible demons anymore. She deserved to be rewarded for her good works.

Shaking off his thoughts in typical Xander fashion, he affected an thick accent. "Lucy, I’m home." He called. No answer. "Anya?"

"Xander." A soft voice said, he turned to see Willow emerge from the other room. She practically slunk in the room, hips swaying slowly.

"Uh, Wills, whatcha doin’?"

"Nothing." She held out her arms to him. "Hug."

Xander frowned but moved forward and hugged his friend in a perfunctory manner. "Where’s Anya?"

"In the other room. " She moved closer to him, running a hand down his chest. "I’m bored, Xander. Wanna make it go away?"

"Wills, what are you doing? We stopped this a long time ago. I’m in love with-"

"Me. Always and always." She poked a cool finger in between the buttons on his shirt, grazing the soft hair on his chest. "Missed you."

"You did? Well, that’s. . .uh, nice. Missed you too, because you’re my friend. Yes, my very best friend. And friends don’t touch engaged male friends in naughty ways." He pulled her hand from his chest and found it cool to the touch. Wait a second! That pouty expression, the skin tight clothes, and the sudden Xander-lust! "You’re a vampire!" He screamed out as he stepped back. "What did you do with Anya?"

"Nothing, Xander." Anya’s voice said, she stepped out in the living room. "I’m fine." She was followed by another redhead. Two of them? God, at this rate, there would be an annual Sunnydale ‘bring your evil twin picnic’. "Willow, what’s going on?"

"I’m going to teach the Spikes a little lesson." Willow said, smiling. She looked at Vamp Willow. "I’ll do a spell to fix the cold problem."

"Okay, not gonna ask for that story cause that might be scary. And, plus, Spikes and Vamp Willows . . .eww." He looked at the vampire. "Why aren’t you biting?"

"Long story." The live and undead versions of his best friend answered.

Anya smiled. "It’s a plan worthy of a vengeance demon." She beamed at Willow. "I’m so proud. We needed to test her on you, thank you for participating." Then, she remembered Xander’s colorful entrance. She narrowed her eyes. "Who’s Lucy? And why does she want to know you’re home?"

Spike finished off the last V’Losh demon with a blow to the neck with his battle ax. The buggers had attacked him last night in a huge group and now they were paying the price. He wiped the blade on the grass. Spike had refused to let Willow take the patrol because he knew the demons would be out in large numbers. It was far too dangerous to risk having her hurt by them.

"That was messy." Spike whirled to see his Red standing underneath a lamp post.

"What are you doing out here, luv? You could have been hurt."

"Lonely." She lowered her eyes from his intense gaze.

"You missed me, then?" Spike was flush with pleasure. Was she seeking him out now? This might be easier than he thought.

"Very much." Vamp Willow tried to look shy. "Are you done patrolling? We could have a drink and. . .I don’t know. . talk?"

"I’d like that, pet." Spike walked over and put an arm around her as he escorted her back to the Watcher’s place. Other world Spike, eat your bleedin’ heart out.

Willow stood in Giles’ bedroom watching the two vampires walk in the apartment together. She’d given her vampire self an invite already. For some reason, she almost felt jealous. Jealous? She had Tara, didn’t she? She’d taken on a goddess to save her. There was something about Spike though. She couldn’t define it. But it was almost impossible to take her eyes off of him somehow.

Too bad that he’d had eyes only for Buffy. His talk of seduction the other night had to have been a cruel joke. True, the other Spike wanted her, but not this Spike. No, he wanted only the Slayer. The blond haired, hazel-eyed, perfect Slayer. Not the silly red haired witch that he thought her to be..

Willow shook her head. She shouldn’t think that way about Buffy. She loved Buffy. She had almost been a sister to her. Though, sometimes Willow identified with Dawn. She felt like the younger, awkward sister who would never measure up. Not that she didn’t miss the Slayer. A part of her would always miss Buffy, but she wished her friend well in her new existence, knew that one day she would rejoin her.

But that still left the Spike problem. The vampire stirred up some feelings in her that she thought she had ceased to have for the male sex. Willow needed to know how she felt about Spike.

Spike watched Willow sipping a cup of tea with obvious distaste. He had a mug of blood in his hand and her eyes kept straying to it. "Does this bother you, pet?" Odd, he got the impression that she didn’t mind anymore.

"Yes." Vamp Willow was so unbelievably hungry. She shook her head. "No. I’m distracted."

Spike was confused, normally his Red was a regular chatterbox. Tonight she was oddly quiet and childlike. It unnerved him, he enjoyed Willow’s cheerful conversation, the way her eyes would light up as she told him something funny. "Something wrong?"

"Hungry."

"Want a pizza? I like the crust and blood makes a good dipping sauce."

"Mmmm. . .dipping sauce." Her face changed as the hunger over took her.

"Willow?" He backed away in horror. No, someone had taken his Red from him. She was HIS, dammit! "Who did this to you?"

"What?" Vamp Willow eyes the half-eaten red liquid in the cup.

"Who did this to you? You were supposed to be mine. I was going to be your bleedin’ sire, the only one you’d ever known."

"Spike!" Willow said from the stairwell."

"Willow?" Spike looked at the other redhead and he began to rapidly approach her. "I played a trick on you. I was angry that you and -"

Her words were cut off as his mouth descended. Spike crushed her against the wall as his mouth established his hunger and his claim on her. He broke away when she was nearly boneless. "Wow."

"Wow, indeed." Spike said smugly. He turned to look at her vampire counterpart. "Where did she come from?"

"This hell world that Anya created."

Spike was interested. "Tell me that story another time, pet." He looked at the replica with a more discriminating eye. "She’s a bit younger, isn’t she?"

"Bored now." Vamp Willow intoned. "Didn’t get to play either." She scowled at Spike fiercely. "Bad puppy."

"Send her home, pet. I’m no one’s bleedin’ puppy."

"You were my puppy."

"What?" Willow said. "You mentioned something about a puppy last time you were here."

Vamp Willow nodded. "Angel and Spike were my puppies for a while." She turned her head to the side. "The Master gave them both to me. But Spikey was bad one day so I punished him."

"Let me guess? I didn’t survive it?"

"No. I was disappointed." In the distance, chains clinked together.

"I forgot about the other Spike." Willow said softly. Poor vamp hadn’t eaten in a few hours because she’d been busy with the vampiress.

"He’s chained up?" Vamp Willow could hardly contain her excitement. "Puppy!" She called excitedly.

Spike watched the vampiress make a bee line for the bathroom with a smirk. You wanted a Willow, mate? Well, you’ve got one now. He smiled at his flesh and blood Willow. At least he didn’t get to kiss the real one yet.

"Bloody hell! What are you doing with that match, you crazy bint?" Came a cry from the other room.

Showing how far, her talents had really come, Willow put her hands in the air. "End the mental spell, put out the lights. Send the creature back to the darkness, back to the night. Three time three, the power of nine, send her back to her own place, her own time. So mote it be." A bolt of power issued from her hands and sought out the red vampiress. They ran into the other room in time to see her vanish in a haze of light.

"You didn’t need Anya to do that?"

"No, I just didn’t remember the spell that she had used."

They both looked at the chained Spike. He had a nasty burn on his chest, his black shirt hung in strips. He was pissed. "Who, the bleedin’ hell, was that bitch?"

"Me." Willow said sweetly. "Still wanna turn me?" Her lips twitched.

Spike 2 smirked. "If you were my child, luv, I’d be the one doing the discipline. But I guarantee you’d enjoy it."

"Why don’t you send him back home too?" Spike said, narrowing his eyes on his competition.

"Can’t. Anya created that universe with a wish, she had a specific way to open a gate. I don’t have one to his world."

Remembering  her earlier anger, Willow crossed her arms over her chest. "By the way, you wanna tell me what all this seducing business is about?"

"Bugger." Both Spikes said.

Her Spike spoke up first. "We both want you, pet."

"Want me? Oh, to turn me, you mean."

"No, we both want you." Spike said.

Willow flushed a deep a crimson color. The two blond, immortal gorgeous creatures wanted her? "I’m not d-desirable, though. Men hardly ever noticed me."

"Believe us, pet, you’re noticeable." Spike said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes.

The chained Spike’s voice was a seductive purr. "Let us show you how much we want you."

"Sh-show me?" Willow’s mouth went dry.

"Show you." Spike intoned, as he pressed his body along her side. He didn't want to share but he would do anything to get her.   Bloody hell, he was jealous of himself.

"I shouldn’t. Tara and I-"

"Pet, she left you just as your best friend died. Not very caring, if you ask me.  You've been through a lot lately. Let us give you pleasure, don’t you want to feel good?"

The confined Spike smiled, seeing her resolve weaken further. "Don’t you deserve some happiness? Just give in to us. I know you want to."

Goddess help her, she did want to. She wanted them both. Two versions of the same vampire, it was a heady offer. Goddess knows, one Spike was  almost irresistible. But, two Spikes? She didn’t stand a chance in hell. She would never get this opportunity again and she wasn’t sure of what it would all mean. But she knew she had to do this or she might regret it always. Willow looked at them both before she said in a trembling voice. "Yes."
 

Part 6

Both vampires could scarcely believe their good fortune. They both kept looking at her with disbelieving but blissful faces. It was starting to make Willow nervous. Why were they just standing there staring at her? "Uh, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea."

The captive vampire scowled at his counterpart. "Kiss her, you dolt. What? We’re you a bleedin’ priest before you were turned?"

Spike didn’t even have a snappy comeback. "Kiss her." He murmured softly as he reached out a tentative finger and placed it against her lips. She placed a small kiss on his fingertip and Spike sighed. He was going to be so gentle with her that she would never want to leave him. He leaned over and leisurely explored her mouth.

The captive vampire was impatient, eager to participate. Spike 2 offered up his bound hands to them. "Unchain me."

She lay her head against Spike’s chest and bit her lip. "I don’t know, I might like bondage." He scowled. She looked at him skeptically. "You won’t try to-"

"I could never hurt you, pet. Tonight is about you and bringing you pleasure." He looked at his ‘good’ twin. "Besides, you’re knight in tarnished armor will be there."

" If you try to hurt her, I’ll make you a big pile of dust. Handsome face and all."

"See?" The other vampire said triumphantly. Willow slid the key out of her skirt pocket and unlocked the vampire’s chains, pulling them from his bound hands and arms. He lifted his arms and stretched luxuriously. "Ahh, that feels better." With devilment in his eyes he swaggered over to her and bent to her whisper against her mouth. "And this will feel even better." This Spike’s kiss was just as mind melting as the other’s but this was had a darker tinge to it. It was hungry and demanding. As he ended his foray in her mouth for the moment, Spike stared into her eyes, a hint of yellow in his eyes. He looked ravenous. . .yet he was maintaining control so he wouldn’t frighten her. Her knees wobbled as she stepped back to let him get out of the tub.

Then, both vampires closed in on her. Her Spike . . .and he was going to be hers. . . in back and the other Spike in front. "Willow, luv," Spike whispered in her ear as he slid a sensuous hand down her back. "Relax, let us do all the work."

Willow shivered as the other vampire spoke up."Not here, mate. We need a bed."

"Upstairs." Spike directed. Quickly, they picked her up by her shoulders and feet and rushed her up Giles’ stairs to the bedroom.

They set her down on the foot of the bed gently, and she moved to a sitting position. She was in the middle of one of those defining moments in her life. Predictable, ‘old reliable’ Willow was about to have sex with two lustful vampires on a Watcher’s bed. She couldn’t even contain the sinful grin that spread over her face. She had a dark side alright and this seemed to be feeding into it.

With a wicked glint in her eyes, she smiled at both of them and pointed to the tips of her shoes. They were baffled, watching to see what would happen. Slowly, a circling bolt of energy climbed her leg, melting without pain all the clothing it touched. Her shoes and socks were gone, leaving on her silver toe ring. The energy bolt then claimed her skirt, making it disappear in stages. It slowly unraveled, going from a below the knee to a micro mini to nothingness. Both Spikes visibly gulped, eyes riveted on the show. Still clad in her blue satin underwear, Willow watched the beam melt her t-shirt, leaving her in a matching bra. Then the beam hovered at her neck and then began a downward descent exposing her breasts. Both Spikes sucked in an unnecessary gulp of air. It made short work of her panties as well, exposing the thatch of cinnamon curls. Spike 2 hissed as his demon flared, anxious to stake its claim. Spike felt much the same way but was able to mask his demon’s desire from the redhead.

When they were about to lunge for her, Willow put up a halting hand. "Strip." They both reached for their shirts automatically pulling them up and off. Anything to get closer to her. Two pale, well-muscled chests were revealed. They reached for their pants then, unzipping them and pulling them down and off. Willow’s eyes widened, it had been so long since she’d been with a man. She’d forgotten the lean, hard lines of their bodies. Their shafts were engorged with blood, heavy in their arousal. They leaned away from their bodies as if they were reaching out for her, starving for contact. This time it was Willow that gulped, floundering for something to say. "You both don’t wear underwear?"

"Get’s in the way." Spike 2 said with a truly evil grin. His demon howled inside, wanting to taste the redhead. He pounced. Willow was pushed further up the bed with a happy-looking vampire between her legs. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and buried his nose in the sweet smelling curls. She gave a startled gasp. Tara had done this to her before but not Oz. She wondered if a man’s tongue would feel different. Willow shook her head, freeing it of thoughts of her lesbian lover. She’d deal with that later. Sensing her distraction, Spike 2 got her attention back with a cool sweep of his tongue between her nether lips. She bit her lips and let out a small gasp. "No, mental holidays, luv. The only thing I want you to think about is this." With that he began to lick her in earnest. Ooh. . .his tongue was different, bolder and a little rougher.

The other Spike rolled his eyes and laid down beside her, immediately capturing her rosebud mouth. He knew it sounded foolish, but he wanted to kiss her for hours. Spike wanted to mold her mouth with his own until she couldn’t think of another’s lips. He wanted to ravish her with his lips until she cried out against, begging him to take her and make her his.

Willow was pretty sure she was dead and experiencing some kind of hellmouthy version of heaven. Surely, heaving sex with two sinfully attractive vampires didn’t happen in a normal heaven, right? Not that she was looking for an afterlife with harps, clouds, and angels. Mmm. . .Angel. . .oooh. . .two Spikes, a Willow and Angel. . .bad Willow! Two Spikes were bad enough. Yes. . .uhhh. . .Spikes. And Spike 2 did look like an angel, she thought as she looked down her body to see him laboring between her thighs. He was one of those depraved fallen ones with tilted halos and ‘take me to bed’ blue eyes. Yes, he was very. . .uh. . .very. . . .very. . . uhhhh. . . .bad. Willow came with a sort of shattered sigh. Spike released her mouth to suck on her neck, gently nipping her exposed throat. He moved to her left breast, taking a pouting crest into his mouth. She looked down to see a tousled haired Spike lay his head against her belly and regard with her interest. She was still coming, she realized. Little aftershocks that sizzled her senses. "How was it, pet?"

"I’ve never felt like that before." He raised an eyebrow, his lips twisting in a knowing leer.

Her Spike looked down at his counterpart. "I’m taking her first."

Spike 2 scowled. "Over my dead body."

"We’re already dead, you stupid git. Now move your arse off of her before I kick it."

"Uh, hello? Do I get some say in this?" Willow interjected. "Please stop the ‘being dead’ talk too, because that is. . .eww. ‘Kay?" They nodded reluctantly. Spike 2's fingers were clutching her hips, unwilling to give up his hold. She tried to gently explain it to him. "I want this Spike to be with me first. I think I might. . .I have some feelings for. . .I just want-"

Spike almost felt tears come to his eyes. "I feel the same way, pet."

She hugged him to her. "Really?" A delighted smile broke on her face. He nodded and then claimed her mouth again. She was his! He was hers! They both thought. Things quickly turned explosive. She pulled her mouth away, sucking in breath. "Take me."

Spike 2 reluctantly released his hold on Willow to crawl up beside her. Despite himself, he was moved by their touching scene. He wanted to be loved like that. Willow’s eyes were full of devotion, he wished someone would look at him that way. This world’s Spike pressed between her splayed thighs.

Spike hissed as he lowered himself into her tight, hot depths. She was exquisite, felt like she was made for him. He plunged deep and once he did, he knew that no one would take her from him. He didn’t move, wanting to appreciate this moment. She felt like she was a part of him, she was his now. Forever.

Willow felt the same way. This demon had somehow claimed her body, heart, mind, and soul in this one act of possession. She’d never felt this complete before. Never felt so connected to someone. Oz and Tara had just been time fillers until she could be with Spike. She smiled up at him, running a hand over his beatific face. Looking over, she saw Spike 2's expression. He was bewildered by this turn of events. "I’m his." She said quietly. His face fell. "But you are also Spike. I want you too." She slid a hand down his cool chest to cup his aching rod. He shuddered, burying his face in her sweet smelling neck. She began to stroke him in earnest.

Spike caught her gaze. "Take him in your mouth." He thrust against her one time, causing them both to cry out. She looked at him once more, a question in her eyes. "I want you to be full of me. He is the only man, I’d share you with. " Spike 2, hearing this, eagerly moved his hips up the bed so that she could suck him.

Spike began to pound into her. Willow moved her hips against him, moaning around the other vampire’s erection. Spike 2 groaned in low in his throat as her warm little mouth settled on him, up and down. He moved his hands between their bodies and stroked her engorged clit. She was slick and hot with dew, coating his fingers. Willow came first, lifting her hips off the bed. Spike came then, shot his seed deep inside her, morphing as he did so. "Mine!" he roared to himself as well as the other vampire and sank his fangs into her breast. No pain. Spike 2 got the message, there would be no blood play for him with the redhead.

Willow sucked harder on Spike’s thick member scraping her teeth slightly under his head. She cupped his sack in her hand. He gasped, shooting himself in her hot mouth. She swallowed his seed willingly, loving the taste of him. When it was over, he pulled himself from her mouth and bent to kiss her. She was delicious, tasting of himself and blood from where she’d bitten her cheek when he’d made her come earlier. Spike still suckled at her breast, taking deep mouthfuls of her potent blood. When he couldn’t risk taking anymore. He rolled over and spooned up against her back. Spike 2 released her mouth and spooned her front. Willow sighed, so many things were going to change. For the better. All three of them fell into an exhausted slumber.
 

Part 7
 

Willow finished pouring the large circle of salt required for the ritual and began to place lighted candles around the ring she had just made. Both Spikes stood in the center of the ring. They stood three feet apart in identical clothes. Spike 2 was bound by leather restraints for the sake of the Scoobies sensibilities.

The Scoobies surrounded the circle, all looking pensive. Giles held a large cross, Xander held two stakes, and Anya held a vial of holy water, all ready to spring into action if the non-chipped vampire attacked Willow. The Watcher had found the spell that would send Spike 2 home when he had returned to Sunnydale. They had all agreed to send him back because they didn’t want to interfere with that Sunnydale’s natural order. Not that Willow would have let them hurt him.

Willow had boldly announced that she was dating this world’s Spike. Spike had beamed at the news and her public acceptance of him. After months of the Slayer’s revulsion for him it made his heart swell. And other things swelled too when she was around but that was beside the point. It was obvious to her friends that the two of them were deeply in love.

Surprisingly, Xander didn’t protest. He had a grudging respect for Spike now. Giles had been much less receptive but had accepted her decision, saying that we all made ‘mistakes’ when we were young. Willow knew that this was not a mistake, he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. All that was left was the matter of Tara. She had to tell the fair haired witch they were no longer involved. It would be painful but Willow knew that she had made the right decision.

Throwing caution to the wind, Willow stepped in front of the other Spike and kissed him. The other Scoobies (save Anya) gasped at her actions but she ignored them for the moment. Though, she knew she would be fending off Xander’s requests for ‘naughty secrets.’ She had enjoyed playing with this Spike, even felt a bit of love for him. After all he was the mirror image of her Spike, but she wasn’t in love with him. "Be happy." She whispered, hugging him close. " I hope you find someone of your own, you deserve to be loved by someone like I love Spike."

The look he gave her was filled with tenderness and pain. "I doubt I’ll ever find anyone quite like you, Willow. But thank you, my sweet." He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it in a courtly gesture that melted her heart a little more. Then, in a move that was pure Spike, he gave her behind a squeeze as he leaned in and kissed her hungrily. Spike growled behind them in warning. Everyone but Anya gasped again. She turned and glared at them. "What?"

"They’re prudes." Anya said dryly. "Who wouldn’t want to have wild sex with a version of the man you love?"

Willow smiled, this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship with Anya. Demon girl knew what she was talking about. But. . .back to the matter at hand. Before she backed out of the circle, Willow grabbed a handful of herbs and lit them with a candle wick. The fire flared to life and she began to intone the words for the ritual. It was time to send him back where he belonged. It was the right thing to do. As he disappeared in a cloud of magickal white light, she held onto Spike. He nuzzled her neck as they watched his other self fade from this world.

Later on, in another Sunnydale. . .

Willow Rosenberg tried to start her car again, it made a whirring sound but didn’t turn over. Dammit! Why couldn’t she remember to turn the blasted headlights off? She looked at the rapidly darkening sky. Double dammit! She knew better than this and yet here she was. She had gone to the Bronze tonight to see "Dingoes Ate my Baby" play. She’d had a small crush on their guitarist since high school and wanted to see them at their farewell performance. The groups was moving to L.A. to pursue a record contract. Willow had been upset to discover that Oz, the guitarist, had a girlfriend named Veruca. The two seemed awfully close, practically on top of each other on the dance floor. When she had gone up to him to wish him luck, the girl had been hostile to her, hanging on to Oz’s arm and making snippy little comments. At one point, she said something about Willow being lucky this weren’t the full moon and they had both chuckled. Willow had shrugged it off, probably some private couples joke.

Willow probably shouldn’t have come there anyway. She had left Sunnydale two years ago, just after the Mayor’s Ascension. Or, as she liked to call it -- the day the world turned upside down. At first, when the school librarian asked her to round up all the smart kids, she thought it was for a picture or something. But he began to rapidly explain that demons, vampires, and other things that went bump in the night were real.

Willow was horrified, yet et it all made sense. As if, by Mr. Giles talking about it, that allowed the truth to sink in. It seemed so obvious then. The many unexplained deaths. The people who were supposed to be dead showing up at night. All pale and smooth, encased in black leather. She had helped to fight the Mayor, even dusted a few vamps. Then she got the hell out of Sunnydale.

Willow had accepted the offer to study at Oxford in England and had been happy there for the most part. She had begun to voraciously read materials on the occult, learning more with every ancient text she came upon. She had become fascinated with witchcraft. The books on this topic almost seemed to call to her, push themselves into her hands when she scanned the shelves. So, she had started practicing witchcraft. Her power was nominal, but it grew with every passing month of study. Soon, she knew she would a powerful Wiccan. But still, she had stayed away from Sunnydale. In fact, she hadn’t been back since. Not even for vacations. Instead, she traveled Europe when she wasn’t in school.

But now she was all alone in a shadowed parking lot in the middle of the Hellmouth. Willow tried the car again but it still wouldn’t start. She hit the dashboard furiously, muttering some un-Willowy swear words. She took a deep breath, focusing her power and tried the ignition once more, murmuring the words of a spell. Nothing. Bloody hell! Willow loved British expression, sometimes they summed things up so well. Time to think. . .she needed to get inside somewhere. Now! Grabbing up her purse and a couple of books from the passenger seat, Willow opened the car door and locked it. This town did have normal problems like car thieves too.

"Having some trouble, pet?" The voice was definitely male, British accent. It relaxed her, made her think of her newly adopted home.

Willow whirled to see a figure leaning against the trunk of her car. She couldn’t make his face out in the darkness. "Yeah, I think I left the headlights on. Again. Killed the battery." She gave him small half smile. Was he a good Samaritan?

"Mmm. Want me to jump you?"

"Excuse me?" Actually, excuse him. Pervert!

The stranger chuckled, reading her thoughts. "Your car, pet. I have jumper cables."

"Oh, my car! Of course." Willow looked around the empty parking lot. No other cars. "You’re parked close?" Most people didn’t stay out late in Sunnydale. No one walked around after dark. The smart ones at least.

"Back behind the Bronze, in the alleyway."

He wanted her to go with him alone into an alley? Add that to the tacky ‘jump you’ question. . .? "I don’t think so. Have a good evening. I can take care of myself, I’ll be fine."

"Fine? I’m not getting that vibe from you at all." He sniffed the air. "In fact, I’m smelling a little fear right now."

Fear had settled in. Willow fumbled for her car keys, she’d tossed them into her purse and they had plunged to the bottom as usual. Goddess! Two years off the Hellmouth and I’ve already forgotten to carry stakes and holy water with me. "W-why would I be a-afraid?" She said, backing furtheraway from him. He stepped forward, running a pale hand along the side of her car as he walked. She heard a low growl emanate from deep within his chest. Vampire? Her eyes darted around, wildly. They were in the middle of asphalt, no twigs or trees to grab a makeshift stake.

Thinking quickly, Willow threw her books and purse into his chest and ran across the parking lot. Maybe, she could get inside the crowded nightclub and disappear from him. She darted across the asphalt, running as fast as her legs would take her.

The vampire closed in her. His hand shot out and grabbed the back of her hooded sweatshirt, snapping her back against his chest. He tightened his arms around her. "And just where were you going, pet?" He whispered in her ear.

"Far away from you. I know what you are, I’m not an idiot." She struggled in his hold but it was useless. He was much stronger.

"Really? And just what am I, luv?" He decided to play with her, get her adrenaline pumping harder. It always made the blood taste better. He licked a cool path up the side of her neck.

"Let me think. . .cold. . .leather. . . out at night. . .pale. . .I’m thinking vampire." She said defiantly.

"You’re a smart one." Most humans here lived in a constant state of denial. He laughed again, she was an amusing little minx."I’ve got some time to kill tonight, let’s see who you are, pet." He dragged her resisting form to a nearby street lamp. He tilted her face up to the meager light, still holding her in his grasp. "Willow." He breathed.

"How do you know my name?" She hissed, eyes narrowing.

"Willow Rosenberg?" He good hardly believe his good fortune. Gods, he had almost eaten her!

"Yes, that’s my name. How did you find that out? Were you following me?" She demanded.

"No, just blind luck, I guess."

"That depends on you’re point of view, you. . .you. . .bloodsucker!"

Spike laughed again. What a little spitfire she is! And this one is all mine. "Yes, I’m a vampire, pet. I think we already established that. The question is now, what should I do with you?"

"Let me go?"

"Not yet. Do you have dinner plans?"

Willow frowned, scrunching up her shoulders to hide her neck as much as she could. "Do you?"

Spike’s eyes strayed to her lily white throat, he already knew it would look wonderful with the mark of his possession. "Don’t worry, pet. I’m not going to eat you all up." He smiled and waggled his eyebrows.

She wasn’t buying it. "Oh, really? Cuz I got the impression just a few minutes ago that you were very hungry."

Spike’s smile was slightly wolfish as he looked her over from the top of her fiery head to the strappy sandals she wore. "Still am, pet. But not for just your blood."

Goddess, he wanted to do that with her too`? "What’s wrong with you? I’m not going to sleep with you!"

"I won’t take no for answer, pet. Sorry." Spike winked at her.

Willow bit her lip. He wasn’t listening to her. She tried a last ditch effort to reason with him. "Um. . .if you aren’t going to eat me, could you let m-me go?"

"I could never do that, pet."

"I’ll scream!"

His lips curled into a small wistful smile. "I love making you scream. . .and when you cry out my name, the way you sigh when I. . ." His blazing eyes almost burned her.

"What are you talking about? I don’t even know you." This wasn’t making any sense. Willow began to struggle once more.

"No, don’t do that, pet. Please? I don’t want to accidently hurt you."

"No, you want to do it on purpose!. Let. Me. Go. NOW!" She hit at his chest and arms with her ineffectual hands.

Spike took her by the shoulders. "I won’t let you go. Ever. We belong together, Willow."

"Who are you?" She whispered.

Just then, a red beamer screeched into the parking lot. Spike was so startled, he loosened his hold on Willow. A middle aged man exited the vehicle. He held a crossbow in his hand and it was trained on Spike’s heart. "Mr. Giles?" Willow asked, incredulous. Then, remembering her situation, she pushed herself out of the vampire’s arms and darted over to Mr. Giles. "He’s a vampire!"

"I know." Giles said. "And a very dangerous one at that. Get in the car, please." Willow didn’t have to be told twice, she scampered inside. "You seem to be at a disadvantage, Spike." His finger rubbed over the triggering mechanism with sly insinuation. He released the arrow. It sailed through the air and sunk into Spike’s chest, a quarter of an inch from his heart.

"Bloody hell!" Spike vamped out and hissed in pain. He plucked the arrow from his chest and broke it in two. Giles fumbled for another arrow. "This isn’t over, Watcher. She’s mine and no one will stand in between us!" Spike’s features smoothed to human as he turned to stare at Willow. "Goodnight, pet. See you soon." He blew her a goodnight kiss before he disappeared into he night.

Giles put the crossbow in the backseat with a sigh. "I know you. Willow. . .Willow. . .Rosenberg. Yes, that’s it."

"Yes, that’s me. I remember you." Willow sighed as she felt the release of tension.

"You know that man’s a vampire yet your dating him?" Giles asked, looking his nose down at her, as if she were some morally objectionable woman.

"No, I’m not dating him! He attacked me, I think he thought I was someone else."

Giles sighed, as he started the ignition. "Well, young lady. It appears that you are in grave danger now. You’ve captured the attention of a deadly creature."

Willow put her head in her hands. "Goddess, I hate Sunnydale." She’d barely gotten into town and now had a crazy creature-of -the-night stalker. Welcome home!

Giles chuckled. "Lucky for you, I shadowed him this evening. I believe he was out of town for the past few days and I was wondering what he was up to. I would’ve been there sooner but I had to stave off a couple of vampires attacking a homeless man."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Why don’t you have a cup of tea with me and tell me what happened. It might help calm your nerves, the tea."

"I think it would too. Sounds like a good idea." Willow sat back in her seat as Giles drove them to his apartment. What a mess she just got herself into.
 

Part 8

Three cups of tea and two hours later, Willow didn’t feel better. She felt worse. Much worse. In fact, she was rapidly escalating into panic mode. Giles, as he liked to be called, listened to the details of her experience with Spike. She had asked him some questions, such as. . .why did Spike call him a ‘Watcher’? He had spent some of their time filling her in on what a Watcher and a Slayer were. She had also asked him to go over the finer points of vampirism. Willow found out all the ways to kill them, the different orders or clans, and how one was made, as well as other useful facts. But, by far, the most terrifying information she received was about Spike himself.

According to Giles, he was a fierce, master vampire. When he had moved into town, he killed off his rivals and made their minions swear allegiance to him. Since his residence in Sunnydale, the vampire population had gone down a bit because he was concentrating his power. No one but himself was allowed to make a new vampire. He was very powerful, even though he was considered to be young by vampire standards. Spike had even killed two of the apparently superhuman Slayers. Easily. Giles said he was known to be relentless in the pursuit of something he wanted. And right now, he wanted Willow.

Willow stood from her chair, to fidgety to sit anymore. "I have to leave, Giles. I’m going back to England tomorrow morning. I never should have come back here, I knew this place is cursed. And I was doing just fine at Oxford too. Getting good grades, making friends, going about my life. Goddess, I’ve even grown to like the cuisine. And especially tea time, I love the clotted cream and scones with-"

"Willow, you’re babbling, my dear. " He said gravely. "You can not leave Sunnydale." She shook her head in denial. "No, you can’t. " Giles said firmly. "I understand that you’re afraid and your natural instinct tells you to run. But that instinct might get you killed. He’ll only follow you there. Spike won’t stop until he’s got you where he wants you. Or he’s dead."

"W-what does he want me for? He said he wasn’t going to hurt me."

"He will hurt you, Willow, he’s a vampire -- its his nature. He’s a vicious, soulless demon that only thinks of his own pleasures." He took off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. " As for what he wants you for. . . its probably to turn you. From what you’ve described to me, I think he wants you for his mate."

"Mate?" She groaned. "I was afraid you were going to say something like that."

Giles clasped her hand in his own. "Let me help you, Willow. I know about vampires, staying with me is your best chance at staying alive."

"Thank you, I ‘d appreciate your help." She knew that this man was sincere. Willow didn’t know enough about demons to fight him all on her own. "I’ll stay."

"Good. Now, why don’t I make up the couch for you for tonight? I don’t think you should be outside right now. I can take you to your place in the morning."

"Alright." Though, Willow doubted she’d be getting much sleep tonight.

*******

A knock on the apartment door woke Willow up. She stared blearily at the clock on the wall. It was 10 in the morning. She and Giles had stayed up until 3 talking and she hadn’t gotten to sleep until 5. She padded over in her bare feet to the door, she’d slept in one of Giles’ old shirts, it came down past her knees. Willow opened the door to see a man in a delivery uniform standing there. "Miss. Rosenberg?"

"Uh, yes, that’s me." No one but Giles and Spike knew she was here. Willow had a bad feeling.

"Sign here, please." He handed her a clipboard. She did so dutifully and then he thrust a long white box into her hands.

"Thanks, hope you have a nice day."

"Thanks." For bringing me a gift from my demon night stalker! She brought the box over to the couch and sat it down with a thud. She tapped her foot, debating. Should she open it? Yes, if she didn’t she’d go crazy wondering what was in it. Willow reluctantly reached for the green ribbon which surrounded the box and tugged at it. "Here goes nothing." She mumbled to herself. She slid off the ribbon and then picked up the edge of the lid gingerly. "So help me, if there is something nasty in here. . .like bugs. Or. . .or. . .or a body part, or something else gross -- I’ll curse him. With boils or warts or something." She flipped the lid off to find 12 tiger lilies. And they were beautiful and fresh looking. She reached for the card. It read. . .’These are for you, my Willow, They remind me of you, natural and modest, but unexpected and stunning. Like you. Yours Forever, Spike."

Ack! He was good at wooing. Leave it to her, to fall prey to an undead Lothario. It would be easier to get angry if it were something disgusting. Under normal circumstances, this would be squeal-worthy. She would have called her friends and they would have analyzed everything word that he had written and what his choice of flower really meant.

A sleepy looking Giles crept downstairs. He was swathed in a thick bathrobe. "Who was that?"

"Flower delivery service for me."

"Bloody hell." He murmured, moving to examine the box and the note. When he had looked it over, he called the flower shop. The owner said that they had found a note and money stashed in an envelope under the door when they opened in the morning. There were no records of the buyer’s address or any other useful information. When he hung up, Giles looked at Willow with a frown on his face, clearly disturbed.

"I’m right there with you, Giles."

"We’ll get you out of this predicament, Willow."

"I hope so." She ran a hand through her hair. "Could you run me to my parents’ house soon? Everything will look better once I’ve had a shower and some clean clothes."

"Oh, uh, yes of course. Are your parents home, Willow?"

"No, they had to leave. I saw them for just a couple of days before they left for a conference in Geneva. They’re pretty busy."

"I see. Uh, would you consider staying with me? It might not be safe for you to stay there by yourself. We could protect you more easily here, I have weapons and research materials here."

"I was hoping you’d offer." She smiled sheepishly. Not wanting to sit around herself, scared silly.

*******

As the sun set, Willow watched Giles fill a satchel with an impressive array of weaponry. She was curious, though. "Giles, if the Slayer is supposed to kill the demons. . .why are you patrolling at night?"

"Normally, they would. But my Slayers. . .Faith and Buffy. . .they’re dead. The new Slayer lives in Cleveland, it has a lot of demonic activity." He sighed. " I was put in charge of the Hellmouth. The Slayer comes here often enough though, to quell particularly difficult situations." There was a wistfulness in his voice. He obviously missed his Slayers. Poor guy.

He changed gears rapidly. "I’m going out for a quick patrol. I want you to stay here, don’t go outside and don’t invite anyone in." She nodded. "Willow?" He asked hesitantly. "How do you feel about research?"

"I like it." She said. "I love to find things out."

"Then why don’t you go over the Watcher’s diaries while I’m gone?" He pulled some books from the shelf. "See if there are any weaknesses that Spike might have, or something that might be helpful."

"I’m on it." She said, grateful to have something to do.

A half an hour later, her eyes were starting to blur. Goddess, Watchers were a long winded. And pretentious.

"Willow!" A voice said from outside of Giles door as a knock sounded.

Willow flew to the small window by the Watcher’s door. "Who’s there?"

"Wills, its me. . Xander!"

In the darkness, Willow couldn’t see, but the voice was familiar. She flicked on the light and opened the door a crack. Xander stood on the other side, goofy grin on his face -- just like she remembered. "Xander Harris!" She shouted, a grin spreading across her face. "How’vve you been?"

"Just fine, Wills, and you? How’s uh. . .Oxford, right?"

"Great. College is going well. How’s Sunnydale?"

"You know. Chock full of crazy, lots of vamps."

"I believe that! Hey, do you remember the Ascension when we were all fighting them?"

"Not like I could forget. Wasn’t that the weirdest? Staked a quite few vampires that night." He laughed " Most people just hang out with their family on graduation day, take a few pics. Not in Sunnydale though. What’s a big life event without a demons showing up?"

She laughed, she missed Xander’s humor. "It’s so good to see you again."

Just then, a figure came out of the darkness. A cold arm snaked around Xander’s waist and a vampiric face appeared by his shoulder. Another hand settled over Xander’s startled mouth. "Spike!"

"Hello, pet. Did you get the flowers?" He asked, as if they were talking over coffee in stead of the struggling body of her best friend.

"Yes." She said through clenched teeth. "Don’t hurt him."

"Alright. I’ll let him go, if you come outside."

"What? No! Don’t do this." She cried.

"I play to win, pet. Now, come out here or you’re little friend might need a transfusion."

Willow felt tears begin to flow as she put herself through the invisible barrier. Spike shoved Xander out of the way and grabbed her up into his eager arms "Run Xander!" She screamed. " Tell Mr. Giles, he’ll help us."

Her dark haired friend smiled as he stood up from the ground. He dusted off his pants. "‘Fraid not, Wills." His face morphed into its true state. He was a vampire.

"No!" She whispered.

"Yes!" He countered. "I’ve been a dead for about out two years now. I was made right after the demon mayor appeared." She’d lost track of Xander during the Ascension, he must’ve been vamped that night. It’s not like they’d been close before that though. The two had a falling out after he started dating Cordelia Chase. Willow had been blindly in love with her best friend and he didn’t even notice her. It hurt too much to watch him with Cordelia. They had spoken very little since. She’d written him a couple of times out of nostalgia, but he never responded. And now he was a vampire.

"How could you do this to me?" Willow asked, hurt by his part in her capture.

His features smoothed out in the familiar lines of Xander’s face. He gave her a small smile. "Don’t worry, Wills. He loves you, he won’t hurt you." Willow could almost believe he was her best friend and not the demon who spoke.

"Help me get her in the car." Spike ordered, put off by the youth’s obvious closeness to his Red. Willow began to fight wildly, shoving at his chest, raking his neck with her nails and kicking with her legs. He ignored her struggles. Xander took her feet and Spike took her head as they shoved her in the backseat of his Desoto. Soon, the car was roaring down the street. Back to Spike’s home.
 

Part 9

Willow sat in the back seat of the car with her arms folded across her chest and her eyes focused on the scenery that was whizzing by at a frenetic pace. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her, she had to get out of this somehow. Willow directed a scowl at the back of demon Xander’s head. Logically, she knew that this wasn’t her best friend, his soul was long gone. But the betrayal hurt the same. Though she was the one silly enough to believe that he had come looking for her of his own accord. Maybe she had just been hoping he would and just easier to dupe. She had been waiting for him to say that he regretted choosing Cordelia over her and had come to apologize.

The younger vampire had closed his eyes as soon as they started moving, he was clearly tired. But Spike was vigilant, watching the road intently and glancing back at her often. The likelihood of escape seemed slim.

Well, at least she had some answers now, she knew where Spike was getting his information from. But why would Spike grill Xander about her? She had never met the vampire before. Who did he think she was? Something still didn’t make sense. In fact, she was willing to bet that something hellmouthy was going on. Besides the being ‘kidnapped by two evil vampires’ thing.

Even if Spike were to slack off in his observation of her, there was no way out of the car. Both of the locks had been tampered with, they opened from the outside but not the inside. She had surreptitiously tried them. Not that she would be able to get out even if they weren’t. Spike was taking them to their destination at a breakneck speed. She’d kill herself if she attempted to jump out. Though, death was no doubt part of Spike’s plan for her. Death later was better than death now.

"You alright, pet?" Spike asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror.

"Fabulous. " She said dryly. Spike was about to say something when she gave him her patented‘death glare’, he wisely shut his mouth.

Willow directed her black gaze down to the floorboard. It was littered with opened cigarette packs, a half-eaten box of Wheetabix, and jagged empty bottle of whiskey , and a couple of comic books. There also appeared to be blood stain on the backseat. She gulped. Then, Willow spied her purse and her books. She snatched them up and held them to her chest like they were a life line. "You took these too?" She’d been too eager to flee the scene of his attack last night to remember to ask Giles to get her things.

"I didn’t take them, I kept them for you." Spike adjusted the mirror so he could have a better view of her beautiful face. "I thought you’d want something familiar at your new home."

"My new home?" This was really happening, it wasn’t some bizarre dream. There was no escape. He was probably hauling her off to some goddess- awful crypt he slept in, complete with dead bodies.

"You’ll love it, Red. I promise." He smiled convincingly, trying to reassure her. Spike hated scaring her but he needed her. Period. Spike needed her, wanted her, loved her. He wasn’t going to lose her again. Ever. She would learn to love him eventually. After all, the other Willow adjusted to her demon.

Willow took in deep, steadying breath. Once he got her ‘home’ it would be all over, she knew the sly vamp would probably keep her under lock and key. He probably had minions there to guard her. She had to get out of this before they got home. She needed to find his weaknesses. Stakes. Don’t have any. Holy water. Zilch. Crosses. Struck out. Wait a minute. . .Spike wanted her pretty badly, that was obvious. She was a weakness of his. But how could she take advantage of it? An idea came to her. Well, it was better than nothing. She gulped, this would take some courage on her part though.

Willow scooted up in her seat and placed her hand on the back of his. Spike’s smile widened. "S-Spike?" She said, playing it to the hilt. "Last night, you s-said that you w-weren’t going to hurt me, but Giles told me that you w-would."

"Why would you believe that silly old tosspot? Pet, if I were only after a meal, I wouldn’t have bothered to go to this much effort to get you. You’re very special to me."

Willow felt tears come to her eyes. No man had ever said that to her. And he said it with such quiet conviction. "I guess that does make sense." She bit the inside of her lip as she thought. In many ways, this was a romantic gesture on the vampire’s part. Too bad, she’d end up dead at the end of the evening when he changed her. Yep, time to get back to the plan. She smiled shyly, her hand ‘accidently’ brushed the hair at the back of his neck. " You really think I’m special?"

Spike grinned. All women loved compliments. He had a feeling that Willow needed them more than others. He bet a lot of people had been too stupid to notice how unique she was. "Absolutely. Knew from the first moment that I saw you that you weren’t like any other girl I’ve met." She smiled once more and ducked her head in a charming way, still shy. Spike relaxed a little, it wouldn’t be that hard to get her to come around. She was already starting to warm up to him.

"Spike, do you know me? Have we met before?" Or are you a loon as well as a bloodsucker? She cuddled up closer to he back of the seat and rested her head, just inches from his shoulder. Spike was having trouble concentrating on the road and her words at the same time when she was so close to him. The idea that this innocent creature would practically snuggle up to him was testing his self control. It was a heady thing for a demon to be given so much trust. He tried to calm down, not wanting to show his demonic visage now. It would only frighten her.

"I do know you, pet. You just don’t know me." He was afraid to explain too much to her too soon. Especially in a moving car, where he couldn’t break the news gently to her. She had accepted the idea that he was a vampire but alternate dimensions might be too shocking this point. Finding out you had a twin was disconcerting under the best of circumstances.

"You’ve been stalking me?" Had he been skulking around her dorm and watching her while she was in England? Giles said he had just been on a recent trip. Oh no! Maybe he had done a spell or something to convince her to come back home. Willow had been plagued with a desire to come here for weeks. She hadn’t felt that way in two years, hardly missed the place when she left. She pulled back from him.

Spike was bereft at the physical distance she had imposed on them. "No, I promise that I haven’t been stalking you. I just can’t explain what’s going on right now, but I will soon."

Willow took a deep breath, forcing down her fears. She would get the information out of him eventually. She had a plan, she needed to stick to it or she’d never be able to get out of here. "Alright. I want to know, but it won’t do any good to argue with you right now. " She moved her hand to back of his seat again and brushed his shoulder lightly.

Knew she was a smart chit. Spike sighed, letting himself bask in her nearness. He took one hand off the wheel to pat himself down for a cigarette. Blast. "Pet? I know you’re not thrilled with me at the moment, but could you get me a cigarette from one of those packs back there?"

"Sure." Her demon night stalker had her playing errand girl. Yipee. As she reached for a cigarette, Willow noticed the jagged edges of the whiskey bottle. A weapon. She quickly snatched the cigarette and handed it to him.

"Thanks, pet." Spike took it from her outstretched hand and lit up using the car’s cigarette lighter.

Willow kept her eyes on the road but let her hand drift down to the floor board, seeking the bottle. Spike’s eyes narrowed on her. "What are you doing down there?"

Think fast! "I have a pebble in my shoe, it hurts." Damn, now she sounded like a petulant child.

"Poor baby."Spike said with no sarcasm in his voice. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

Willow’s eyes widened at the mental image. Those cool lips drifting over her skin. Him taking her toe in his mouth to suck. She blushed. "Uh, no." Good goddess, what’s wrong with me?

Spike chuckled, deep and low in his chest. "Let me know if you change your mind."

She gripped the bottle in her hand. Now what? If she hit Spike, she’d still have Xander to contend with. And vice versa. She needed to take them out both at once. But that was impossible being one person with one weapon. What could she use to her advantage? Blood. All vampires craved it and Spike wanted her, her blood must be part of that. She knew what she had to do. She set the bottle between her feet, jagged edge up. Gritting her teeth, she grazed her left arm and hissed in pain as the bottle tore into her flesh. "Ow!"

Immediately, Xander’s eyes snapped open and he vamped out. Spike managed to keep himself from changing. She lifted arm over the seat, exposing the bloody wound to their avid gaze.

Spike’s mouth went dry. The scent of her blood was overwhelming. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the road. He’d never even had a chance to taste the other Willow’s. But here was his witch, offering up her pale arm striped with crimson to him like a gourmet meal. He wasn’t the only one she was offering it to. Xander licked his lips, he was still young and had trouble controlling the hunger. He made a grab for her arm but Spike pushed a hand against his chest. Willow saw her golden opportunity.

She grabbed the steering wheel and forced the car off the road. Spike and Xander were growling at each other, fangs bared. By the time they realized what she had done, it was too late. They careened across the other line of traffic, narrowly missing a van. Willow ducked to the floorboard, careful of the bottle. They crashed into the ditch.

Willow slowly got up and stared at her companions. Xander’s head had a nasty wound from where he had hit the windshield. Spike was slumped over the steering wheel.

The car was tilted at a crazy angle. Seeing her chance, Will sat down on the seat and then lay down. She put her feet against the side door window and shoved them through, sending sparkling bits of glass flying everywhere. She glanced at the unconscious forms of the two vampires. Good, they didn’t wake up.

She slowly eased out of the window, managing not to incur another scrape. She looked at the vampires once more. She should stake them while she had a chance. She couldn’t reach Xander though, his door was firmly wedged in the ditch. Willow went to a nearby sapling and pulled off a tiny but sharp branch. She stripped it of leaves and then walked back to the car. She put her hand in through Spike’s open window and held the stake to his chest just above his heart. The vampire stirred in his slumber. His ice blue eyes opened blearily. "Willow? Pet, are you alright?" Then, he lost consciousness. Willow sighed. She threw her stake to the ground and reached in the car to retrieve her things. She wouldn’t be responsible for his death. She couldn’t deal with the guilt.

She ran off into the night.

Half an hour later, Willow was exhausted. She was hopelessly lost, unfamiliar with the new housing developments and streets that had developed in Sunnydale since she had left. And here she was wondering around in the dark with a bleeding wound. Vampire bait. She kept walking down Wilshire Blvd until she reached Shadow Ln. Amy’s house was near, just down the block. She began to run again.

With a stitch in her side, she reached Amy’s place. She ran the door bell and a familiar face greeted her. "Amy!"

"Willow! How are you?"

"Just fine. Can I come in?’

"Of course. Why were you doing outside anyway?"

" It’s a long story." She sighed.

"Good. I love long stories. And, I think there someone here who’s dying to see you again."

"Who?"

"Jesse."

Her old friend got up from the couch in the other room. "Wills?" He opened his arms for a hug.

"Jesse!" Then remembering Xander’s betrayal, she backed away from them both. "Are you guys dead?"

Amy and Jesse both shook their head ‘no’. She pointed to a mirror on the wall and they both stepped in front of it. Vampire tests were common. "See? We’re alive, not vamps." Jesse said. "What’s up with all the paranoia?"

"I have a vampire stalker."

Jesse put his hands in his pants pocket. "That sucks. That happened to Beggy Ferguson last year. Remember her from physics class? Oh, and Harmony, too."

"Yes, what happened to them?"

"They’re dead now."Willow frowned.

This was not good news.

Spike came awake to find his car crashed and his Willow gone. He punched Xander in jaw. "Wake up you silly ass!"

"What?" Xander said, rubbing his jaw and moaning.

"She’s gone." He hissed. "This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t tried to taste her blood."

"Maybe you don’t deserve her blood."

Spike was seconds away from staking him. "And you do?"

"No, I don’t either. It’s not like you’ll win. You think she cut her arm on accident. She’s too smart for that, you’re out of your league."

Spike smiled to himself. Why hadn’t he seen it? Willow had sliced her own arm so she could distract them. Clever girl. Little did his witch know that this only made him want her more. He loved the thrill of the chase. And she was truly worthy prey. He licked his lips as he imagined besting her. Let the games begin!
 

Part 10

"You’ll never catch me!" Willow cried, evading his grasping hands.

"Care to wager on that, luv?" Spike said dangerously. His naked chest was illuminated by the faint candlelight, his movements deliberate as he pursued her across the darkened living room.

Willow took a step back, edging towards the door. One slim hand opened it to admit a sliver of sunlight. "Oh really? I believe I’ll take you up on that bet."

Spike’s hair was tousled, his jeans unbuttoned ; he looked like some randy satyr come to ravish her. He was really beginning to enjoy this. "Do you really think sunlight will save you, my pet? I always take what I want and I want you. "

She moved further into the sunlight. Willow’s smile was deceptively innocent as if she didn’t realize that the blazing light outlined her beautiful body though her nightgown. "And once you get me, what do you plan to do with me?"

Spike’s mouth went dry as he stared at her. He tilted his head to the side, putting his hands behind his back as continued to stalk his wayward fire goddess. "I could tell you, pet, but I think it’d be more fun to show you." He grabbed her hand, narrowly evading the light, and pulled her into his arms and away from the it’s protection. "Wicked girl." He whispered in her ear before he bit her earlobe gently.

"I learned it from you." She said saucily. He swatted her behind and then swung her up in his arms, growling playfully. She shrieked as he rushed her upstairs to her room.

She couldn’t wait, she couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. Spike tossed her on the bed. Then he loomed over her, holding both of her wrists in of his large hands. He bent his mouth to mouth her nipple through the sheer nightgown and lapped at it. She bucked against him. "Please," she entreated. H e grinned against her the soft globe of her breast. His other hand skillfully snaked up her inner thigh, teasing her womanhood with soft brushes but not actually touching her. She writhed on the bed and he relented. He reached the apex of her thighs and plunged one finger into her heated core.

"Tell me what you want," He asked, sliding his long cool finger in and out in a delicious pace.

Willow was mindless, her hips sliding up to take him in deeper. "Goddess," she hissed between clenched teeth.

"Tell me, Willow. Tell me what you want."

"Inside me, please. Inside." she urged.

"You want another finger inside you?" Spike said as he slid another digit in her.

She groaned, both at the contact and in frustration . "No! More . . .need more."

Spike released her wrists and she grasped the sheets in both hands. He pulled his zipper down and his erection was released, insatiable and hard. He wanted inside her desperately, but he needed her to say the words. "Is this what you want ,pet?"

Her glazed eyes lid over him."Yes! Please Spike, I want you inside me. NOW!" Willow wailed in abject need.

Spike moaned, nearly exploding from her words. He positioned himself and sank into her to the hilt, grasping her hips. "Willow." Spike muttered, a plea, a homecoming. He never wanted to leave her. Could stay inside her forever, in fact.

Together they ground against one another, hips working in a physical poetry of arms and legs. Minds gloriously empty accept for thoughts of each other. Abandoned in their drive for release. Spike slid his hand in between them and inside her, stroking the distended nubbin of flesh lovingly. She came instantly, sending him into his own climax. "Spike!"

In the alternate Sunnydale. . .

"Spike!" Willow snarled, taking out her frustration on the rocks who dared to be on the sidewalk. She kicked them viciously sending them skittering into the nearest lawn. She had just gotten in touch with her anger and was ready to make Spike sorry he ever decide to go after her. "Stupid (kick), arrogant (kick), male (kick), chauvinist (kick, kick), vampire (kick). She took in a deep breath. That feels better.

She looked up at the graying sky, it was almost dawn. She’d spent most of the night talking with Amy and Jesse. They had just dropped her off a few moments ago. The trio had lost track of time, revisiting old memories and catching up with one another. It felt had felt so good to listen to how their lives were going, she’d missed them. Though, they’d all written to each other and made a few phone calls. It wasn’t like being in the same room, chatting with each other.

She had also debriefed them on her vampire stalker, Spike. They had filled her in on some details about the master vampire. Basically, it was almost the same information that Giles gave her. All they information they had on him were rumors, whisperings of what they’d overheard from vampires.

The two of them had been aware of what demonic events occurred in Sunnydale due to the Ascension and Mr. Giles debriefing. When the time had come, Jesse had been glad to leave Sunnydale, hardly coming back at all except for Christmas and other holidays. Amy was attending UC Sunnydale, wanting to work on her magickal skills which were enhanced by the Hellmouth. Willow felt that too, somehow her powers were charged by the unseen forces. She felt more a bit more powerful here.

Willow darted up the path that lead to the private courtyard around Giles’ apartment. No sooner had she opened the door when Giles came into view. He looked harried and worn as if he hadn’t slept much. "Willow!" He pulled her inside and embraced her briefly, then he surveyed her neck for bites. Giles stepped back, embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. Please, forgive me. I thought he’d. . .he’d taken you."

She smiled at his stuffiness. "He did take me, but I got away." Willow had made up her mind earlier not to tell Giles everything that happened. She knew he would be upset with for her inability to stake Spike when she had the chance. She knew it was stupid, but when the vampire asked her if she was alright, so concerned about her safety. . .she just couldn’t do it’.

"Has he had you there all night? Did he. . . did he. . .hurt you, Willow?"

"Hurt me? Oh, you mean. . no. . .no, not like that. I got away a few hours ago, right after he took me actually. I. . .uh. . .jumped from his car, and I then I rolled away into the grass. I think his car crashed or something because he didn’t follow me. I ran to . . .um. . . Amy’s house. I used to go to high school with her. I stayed with her all night. I would have called but I didn’t know you’re number, it wasn’t listed in the phone book either. . . and I thought it was best to stay out of sight until dawn."

"Good show, Willow. And of course you couldn’t call me when you didn’t have the number." He was all Watcher again. " Now, tell me how he captured you in the first place."

Giles grabbed up a pot of tea from the stove and poured them both a cup. Willow sighed. Given the Watcher’s penchant for details, it was going to be a long morning.

" I think you’d better explain yourself." Spike said, glowering at the fledgling vampire. The little twit had come to his attention yesterday when he’d seen him feeding in the park. He remembered seeing him at the other Willow’s home and had brought him to his lair to get some information on this world’s Willow. Xander hadn’t provided much, saying that he didn’t know her that well. Spike had known youngman was holding something back but he wasn’t sure what. And from what he’d seen last night. . .there was something important the boy wasn’t telling him. "How exactly do you know Willow Rosenberg?"

"I told you! She was my best friend."

"That’s not the impression I got. Before Spike had stepped in, the man had looked very friendly with his Red. " He circled the other vampire. "Some people find pain to be a great motivator. No pain , no gain, right?" Spike kicked him in the ribs, sending him sprawling on the floor. When Xander tried to stand up again, the blonde vampire delivered another vicious kick. "In this case, it’s your pain and my gain. Now. . .what aren’t you telling me?"

Xander held his side, gasping. "I’ll tell you! She used to have a crush on me but I went out with another girl that she hated." His voice softened. " I lost her friendship by doing that."

"You gave up her love for the sake of some silly chit? I should kill you for doing that to my Red."

"But?"

Spike walked over and grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck. "But. . . I need you to tell me everything you know. I didn’t get the whole story last night, we barely scratched the soddin’ surface of her life. I want to know what she likes, what she hates. Tell me about her parents, her friends, her childhood. . .leave nothing out. Tell me everything that will let me get to her."

"Are you sure you want to do this, Willow?"

"I’m sure, Giles. What am I going to do here that would be useful? We’ve been over the Watcher diaries and haven’t found anything useful. Let’s see what we can scare out of some vamps about Spike’s plans, alright?"

"Alright. Stick close to me and be on your guard." With that, she and Giles loaded the equipment in his car and took off to patrol. As they were traveling down the road, he turned to her. "We have to make a small stop, Willow."

"Okay." She smiled, he looked decidedly nervous.

They stopped in front of a small house on Ravello Dr. "Joyce? Are you there?" A blond woman appeared at the door. She embraced the man and they kissed discreetly. How sweet, Giles had a ‘lady friend’. They talked for a few moments and then she waved from the door as he slid in the car.

As they drove away, Willow smiled at the women and she smiled back. "Is that your girlfriend, Giles?"

"Uh. . .yes, she is." He rubbed one hand with the other on the steering wheel, uncomfortable.

Willow knew it was time to change the subject. "So, what demon haunts are we hitting?"

"I have several places. I thought we’d start with some cemeteries."

"Oh, goody."

Giles and Willow were getting very dusty but were no closer to any information on Spike’s plans. This was the third cemetery of the night.

"Well, looky what we got here." A dopy, middle-aged vampire said as he approached her. "Mmm, redhead. My favorite kind of meal!"

Willow grimaced, but persevered. "Do you know a blond vampire named Spike?"

The vampire was very intent on getting to her neck, walking towards her purposefully. He was obviously a minion, too caught up in his own bloodlust to even hear her. Willow quickly placed her stake in his chest, pulling it out rapidly. The wind blew away his dust.

"Good shot, luv. I didn’t like him much anyway."

Willow turned to see Spike stepping from behind a tombstone. "Spike. And just what are you doing here? Like hanging out with the other dead folks?" She tapped her shoe on a grave. Her eyes casually glanced over at Giles who was busy dusting a vampire forty feet from her.

"Came to see you, of course." His eyes were practically eating her up. "You know you caused me a lot of trouble the other night, pet. I had to turn a mechanic to fix my car."

She smiled proudly. "That was kind of fun."

"And dangerous. You could’ve been killed when the car crashed. Or that stupid fledge could’ve drained you dry if I hadn’t been around to stop him."

"Oh? And its better to be drained by you? Given the choice, I’ll take Vamp Xander. At least I know him. . .or who he used to be."

Spike grinned, casually draping an arm across a tombstone. "I don’t think you’d choose that git, luv. You’re a woman with taste." His voice lowered, laced with intimacy. "Besides, I know you want me. I can make you feel things you’ve only dreamt of."

How does he make his voice sound like that? Kind of a husky purr that dances along your spine. . .Woah! Stay on task, Willow. "Does that line work for you very often?" She tossed her red hair back. "Drunken frat boys come up with more original ones."

He chuckled, amused by her quick wit. "I’ve missed you, pet."

"You know what? I’m bored with this." She sprang into action, throwing holy water on his arm.

Spike growled, his demonic features coming to the fore. "That wasn’t very nice, luv."

"Neither am I. I’m sick of this twisted little game you’re playing with me." She started to circle him.

Spike circled her to, admiring her lithe body. The holy water had hurt, but he’d always craved a bit pain with his pleasure. This was the best foreplay he’d ever had. "Think you can take me, pet?"

Willow ignored his innuendo. "I don’t want to take you, I’m going to kill you!"

She lunged at him but he grabbed the stake from her hand and spun her around, now her back was pressed against his chest. She was breathing heavily from fear and exertion.

"I don’t think you want to kill me, I think you want to give in to me."

"Let me go!" She struggled in his arms but he passed her to two very large vamps who seized her arms. Spike distracted her so she wouldn’t pay as close attention to her surroundings. Dammit! Thinking fast, Willow focused on the stake which lay on the ground . It levitated in the air but Spike snatched from her mind’s grip. "Tsk, tsk, you don’t want to hurt me now, do you pet?"

Goddess! "GILES!" She screamed. But he was being loaded into the green van that she was being led to. The two burly minions lifted her inside. Spike climbed in and they screeched off into the night.
 
 

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