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Spoilers: season 5
Rating: Over 18 for this part please.
Summary: She does what she must
Thanks to <lj user="jennillu"> and Kat for the beta.
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Hey! What da ya know? Buffy’s catatonic and Spike’s on crack.
This is just perfect and all we need since Glory swooped in and took Dawn. I don’t know how she got through the barrier without me feeling anything. I feel so useless.
Apparently, Buffy thinks the solution is to just blank out on us and Spike keeps on ranting on about Glory being Ben which is just beyond retarded. Maybe he needs more human blood in his diet. So, on the way to Xander and Anya’s apartment, I stop at the hospital and procure a small ice chest of the bagged stuff. I’ve noticed how much faster he heals and how much stronger he is because of it and don’t see anything wrong as long as the donors were willing.
And now I get to do this weird mind-walk with the slayer.
It’s spooky and I am so not looking forward to it, because what if I see something weird or private and then we have awkward moments like back when Buffy could hear everyone’s thoughts. It took me weeks to get over that.
But I don’t really have a choice. They are relying on me to bring her back. Funny that. Me being the one under the real pressure. Normally, it’s her, which I guess may explain the girl interrupted act.
I prepare by praying to the Goddess and light the candles, wishing Spike were here to keep me grounded. Without Tara, I need someone else, someone with power, to anchor me to this plane. But he’s gone to find Glory and, by some miracle, get Dawn, so I center myself and settle down for what I hope is a short visit into Slayerland.
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Well, that was different. When we return to the Magic Box she is back in slayer form and as commanding as ever. I am so relieved. I help Tara to a seat and wait.
Giles is doing the British comfort thing and making tea. It’s May and it’s hot. What part of that is strange to him? I see Spike sitting at the table by Xander, and smile. He gives a small one back. I feel reassured somehow, that he is not angry at me for tending to Tara, that we are okay, and I move on to listening to Giles.
We finally get a break. Spike and Xander snagged a box from a Glory groupie which contains the text for the ritual Glory plans to use to open the door to her dimension. The fact that those two worked together to accomplish a task really shows how desperate we are.
Giles goes on and on and the news is mixed.
“Um ... Glory ... plans to open a ... dimensional portal ... by way of a ritual bloodletting.”
“Dawn’s blood,” Buffy confirms.
“Yes...Once the blood is shed at a certain time and place ... the fabric which separates all realities will ... be ripped apart."
Spike doesn’t look at me while I hold Tara. I wish that he would. If I can’t have his hands on me, at least his eyes, weighted and heavy in their visual caress, would give me the comfort that I seek. I want to ask him about it, but it will have to wait.
“So, how do we stop it?” For Buffy it’s always been that simple. How does she stop it? And then she stops it.
“The portal will only close once the blood is stopped ... and the only way for that to happen is, um ...Buffy, the only way is to kill Dawn.”
Oh...I’m not seeing that as going over real big.
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“Blood is life, lackbrain. Why do you think we eat it? It's what keeps you going. Makes you warm. Makes you hard. Makes you other than dead...Course it's her blood,” he whispers that last part and I wonder if he is talking about me.
I want to go to him, let him know that it’s okay. They don’t get it and I can’t really say I’m some expert, but I’m learning really quickly about what blood means. It is life. I feel it each time his fangs are in me, my life offered to him, our essence tangled beyond separation with the taking. It has me curious and I want to taste his, to see how it makes me feel to have him inside me in that way.
Giles and Buffy are arguing. I suspected as much, and I jump when he yells. Even Spike looks surprised, but is smart enough to stay quiet.
But talk of killing Dawn, killing her, to stop this ritual is actually on the table and it saddens me as much as I know it’s necessary. I just hope Buffy doesn’t lose it again. As it is, she’s about to cry.
“We'll solve this,” I tell her. “We will. Don't have another coma, okay?”
So ideas are tossed around and we come up with a plan. Surprisingly, Anya has one of the more useful contributions and I am a little less shaking at the knees. I can’t say it’s the best plan, but it certainly isn’t the worst.
Spike dips away down into the basement while they are still hashing out details, his eyes trailing over me as he disappears. My heart lunges in my chest, eager to have me follow him. Glancing around, I see that no one is paying attention to me, what a surprise, so I slip away as well.
It is dark down here. He intentionally does not turn on a light, so I carefully and quietly make my way down. Cool hands encircle my waist as I reach the bottom step.
“Missed you, Willow,” he says as he inhales deeply, taking in everything he can about me. I shiver with a panicked delight as his tongue and lips tease along my jaw before attacking my mouth.
“You too. It’s just been so crazy,” I gasp as he turns me around and rumbles in my ear.
“Not much time, Red...Wanna be inside you. If it all ends, I want you to be the last good thing I feel.”
“Spike....” I whisper, trying not to cry out. Blood is rushing everywhere, making me hot and insane. His fingers are working my jeans open and before I can get my brain to work and decide if this is a good idea, my pants and panties are down to my ankles and I’m being bent over and now don’t care if it’s a good idea or not. A cool hand runs up under my shirt to feel the skin there, and he groans, grinding his equally disrobed hips into me. His erection plays between my legs and I bend at the knees enough to let him inside. He thrusts in easily, the resistance of my tightness just perfect. This will hurt, but only in a good way. I never understood that with Oz, it just kinda hurt.
I brace my hands against the wall to help take the brunt of the pounding. He’s as gentle as his demon allows and the bleeding wrist that appears in front of my face is as frightening as it is inviting.
“Drink, luv. Only a little.”
There’s nothing I won’t do for him, I think. So I do drink, pulling slowly on the slightly warm, slightly tangy, slightly sweet fluid, while his fangs slide into my neck painlessly. I feel it as he floods me and I come as well, my legs buckling as I succumb to the wave. He holds me up and eases out, turning me around to kiss me again.
“We’re bonded now...Stronger together for it. I don’t plan on losing you, understand?” I’m being shaken, not in a mean way, but he wants my attention.
“Yes,” I say, not sure if I do, but it seems to ease the pressure on my arms and his mind. His lips brush against my forehead and I can feel him smile.
“Bloody hell, Red, all these years I wasted. Should have been you all along.” He pulls his pants up and then helps me with my clothes. “I’m inside you now. Use it.”
“Spike, I don’t know...what do you mean?”
He only smiles and it’s soft and sweet and adoring. “My blood...in you. It’ll make your magic more powerful. Can you feel it? Feel me?”
I focus and quickly pick up something different, wild and feral and strong, coming from a place inside me that was previous quiet and peaceful. I nod, wide-eyed and excited at the prospect, but feeling like I’ve gone beyond a point of no return, crossed some line I didn’t know was there. His kiss takes away any qualms for now and I melt into him again before he pulls away.
He goes up first and starts in on Xander. It’s affected; a diversion so that I can sneak back into the room undetected. I hate the secrecy and can see myself shouting how I feel from a roof top, but then said roof would probably collapse and I’d break my neck and not so much with the happy ending, so I kept quiet and do what is needed to steal another moment in the shadows.
The End