Rating: PG-13
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Warning: Spoilers thru Lover's Walk, 3rd season.
Summary: Spike and Willow meet again. This time he kidnaps her, and takes Xander with them.
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A/N: Please remember that this is AU. I've changed things to fit the situation. So, because of their conversation in 'Understanding the Hurt', Spike and Willow are not exactly strangers in this story and things go a bit differently than canon. Okay?
Dedication: This series is for Gabrielle on her birthday. I hope you had a wonderful birthday day, Sweetie! =) Enjoy!
Extra special thanks to LaDy SiN for the fast beta.
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Willow's day had started out like any other. 'Well, any other in the last few weeks, at least,' She thought.
She had woken up before her alarm, as always, and her first thought had been of Xander and how soft his lips were. She had quickly backtracked, guiltily berating herself for not thinking of Oz. She had gotten ready for school, gone through her day, and then had prepared to work the love spell that would make things go back to normal. 'If only it had been that easy.' She thought with a shudder.
She remembered in vivid detail every second of the attack. Spike just walked right into the classroom like he owned the place. She saw the events play out in her mind's eye, seeing Xander try to save her, only to be knocked out. "You hit Xander." She said suddenly.
Spike rolled his eyes. "You just now tuning in, pet? Show's been on for a while."
Willow glared at the blond vampire in front of her. She was terrified that he would kill either her or Xander, or possibly both of them, but she was also very angry that he had kidnapped them. 'He is such a jerk!' She thought. 'And a drunk jerk at that. I wonder how he can see straight enough to walk...'
Willow snorted in frustration. Spike looked at her. "Problem, pet?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"What difference does it make?"
"Ah, pet, you wound me. And here I was thinking you and me were friends."
"Friends don't kidnap each other, Spike."
"Vampire friends do."
"Oh, yay. Something to look forward to each and every time you visit."
Spike laughed. "There's that fire again. So, you made up your mind? You gonna help me?"
"Well, considering how we've been here an hour and you have yet to tell me what it is you want me to do-"
"Speak English, pet."
"I am."
"Then speak slower. I'm a tad bit pissed over here."
Willow paled, afraid she'd made him mad. "You're pissed off?"
Spike scowled. "Bloody American. No, ya bint, I'm not pissed off. I'm pissed. Drunk. Three sheets to the wind."
Willow blushed. "Oh."
"That Watcher hasn't taught you anything of use, has he? It's Brits like him who give Brits like me a bad name. So stuffy, soddin' wankers, they are!"
Willow rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Are you going to tell me what you want me to do, or not? Why are you doing this?"
"You have something I need. A spell."
Willow stared at him blankly. "A spell?"
"That's right," Spike said. "A love spell. I want my Princess back."
"Your princess? Oh, you mean Drusilla."
Spike nodded. "Right the first time, Red. I'm proud of you."
"Gee, thanks, Spike," Willow said. "What do you mean you want her back?"
"I want her to come back to me, what do you think I mean? She left me. I want her back."
"Oh."
Spike staggered toward her, taking a long swig from the whiskey bottle he held. "I want her back." He said, stopping right in front of Willow.
"Why should I help you?"
Spike growled. "Because I'm telling you too."
Willow sat down, hoping to distract Spike, to derail his mood before it escalated any further. "Well, okay, but you're going to have to give me more information than you have. I need to know what kind of spell to use, what supplies I'll need."
Spike sat down beside her. "What, you want details?"
Willow nodded. "It would help."
"All right," He said. "Drusilla left me for a bloody chaos demon. I want her back."
"Why?" Willow asked without thinking.
"Because she's mine."
Willow regarded him slowly. "Okay, I'll do it. But I'll need supplies ... and my book."
"Where are they? Your house?"
"No." Willow said, shaking her head. "At Buffy's. I can't keep my Wicca stuff at home because--"
"Didn't ask, pet," Spike said, interrupting. "Don't care."
"Of course not." Willow said dryly.
Spike's eyes flashed as he broke the whiskey bottle, causing Willow to jump. Spike held the bottle like one would a knife, the broken shards mere inches from Willow's face. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding. Spike breathed in the sweet scent of her fear and grinned. "You'll watch your tone, Red."
Willow nodded. Spike reached up with his free hand and stroked her face. "Such a pretty girl ... haven't had a woman in so long..."
Her eyes widened. "Hey!" Willow exclaimed. "There will be no having of any kind with me, mister. Not if you want that spell."
Spike stared at her, one eyebrow arched. Slowly, he lowered the bottle. Willow flinched as Spike's hands snaked behind her neck, pulling her closer. She felt his breath on her neck and idly wondered why he breathed when he didn't have to. Their eyes locked and Spike lowered his head. His arms jerked her to him and he kissed her, hard. Willow gasped and Spike took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. Without realizing what she was doing, Willow began to kiss him back, her tongue dancing with Spike's. He pulled away suddenly and Willow moaned at the loss of contact. Spike smirked. "When I decide I want to have you, Red, I'll have you."
Willow blushed, but said nothing. Spike nodded at the bed. "That's Xander?"
"Yes."
"The one from last year?"
Willow's mind flashed briefly to the night she and Spike had talked in the park."Yes."
"Want me to kill him?"
Willow shook her head. "Not tonight."
Spike chucked as the witch parried his own words back to him. "Don't think I'll be killing you tonight, either."
"Good to know."
"Might change my mind."
"I figured."
Spike grinned. "I'll go get your spell book. What supplies do you need?"
Willow told him and he got up. "I'll be back soon, pet. Behave while I'm gone."
"Spike?" Willow called as he walked through the door.
He turned. "What?"
"I'm not happy that you hurt Xander, kidnapped us, kissed me, and all of that, but I'm glad you're better ... that you can, um, walk again."
Spike blinked. "Quite the human, pet. Quite the human."
Willow watched him leave, staring after him for several minutes. Xander moaned, bringing her out of her thoughts. Getting up, she went to check on her friend.
The End