Rated - R to NC17
Summary - Spike came back to Sunnydale early and bumped into a vampire named Willow.
Season 3 twisted
Distro - WLS, RedsSoulmates, NHA, WWOMB, Mystifying Dreams, and anyone else I said yes to any of my other stuff. I forget them all. Please feel free to remind me so I can mention you.
Disclaimer - I do not now nor have I ever owned these characters or their world. That would be Joss. I just change the stuff they do around.
Thanks to my beta Jennillu.
Feed back is as needed. I am in a slump.
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~Part: 1~
It was not the sort of place he would select for hanging out if not for the droves of delicious teenage morsels running about. It was a perfect place to pick up a quick meal, and since he planned to find a place to lair before dawn, spending time on a more challenging hunt was not an option that night.
He sauntered in, his usual swagger accentuated by the coat. He loved the coat, had since he slaughtered the stylish slayer. She was a complex, beautiful creature and horrific fun to stalk and kill. He remembered her fondly with a whimsical smile on his face before spying the table where he first laid eyes on the current slayer, his face closing off as he passed up the seat in favor of a stool at the bar.
She was still a thorn in his side and he intended to stay clear of her for a while. That his sire continued to follow her, even after his stint in Hell, sickened him to no end. The idiot did not learn. He frowned, turning his attention to the crowd and more pleasant musings. Picking out his dinner was sure to cheer him up.
He scanned the club, sighing when he realized the placed was overrun with vampires and the humans were not there by choice. The slayer was certain to be along shortly to thin the herd and he would rather be far from the place when she arrived. Standing, he took a few steps toward the back door, before stopping in his tracks.
The girl, witch, that he had snatched for the spell was ordering a bunch of Trick's minions around very efficiently. Vampire. Part of him raged, regretting not turning her himself. Apparently, she made a wondrous demon and she should have been his.
This new development certainly sparked his curiosity and a change in his plans, not that he had anything planned at all other than finding a lair and getting control of the demon population right under the slayer's nose. Quietly, he slipped in closer so that he could hear them over the music.
"We need lots of cages.to keep the people in. And they need to hang on the air about so high so we can poke at them through the bars," she instructed.
The other vampires nodded in agreement and began discussing how to accomplish the new mistress's wishes.
She stalked over to a human girl, who amazingly had no fear of the vampire. "Where can I find her?"
"The high school library, and hurry."
Sensing an old presence, the redhead turned slowly, gleaming tresses hanging carelessly in her gorgeously pale face.
"Well.if it isn't puppy's pretty puppy." She eyed the blond, appreciating Angelus' taste. "Hello, Wicked." In her world, Spike rarely came to the Master's court, unwilling to be near the souled, shell of a sire that she kept in chains.
This Spike was clueless as to what she meant and did not care. "I must say, I'm a bit surprised, Red. Who turned you? I'll go stake him and take over your teachings." He grinned at her, but it never reached his blue eyes. They remained devoid of humor as there was nothing about this that he found amusing. The more he thought of someone else taking her first, the angrier he became.
She sighed and swung her hair from her face. "You come to play kick-the-sire again?"
"Say again."
"Something's wrong with this place. Xander's alive and there's a slayer here."
He was not a patient demon, never would be. Grabbing her by the neck, he slammed her against the wall and pressed against her closely. "I don't like puzzles. They annoy me. When I'm annoyed I kill something. You'll do nicely. Explain."
She wiggled, but was unable to get free. Being the Master's childe made her powerful, easily able to subdue minions, but did not compare to 120 years of vampiric strength. "My sire will flay you alive, William."
"Seriously doubt that. Who turned you?" He ignored the use of his given name for the moment.
"The Master."
She was either as batty as Drusilla or he heard wrong. "The Master is dead."
"Yeah here, but not where I'm from."
Sensing a story behind this, he let her go and pushed away from the wall. The minions that had remained were lurking around, watching their exchange, not daring to interfere with him when he was irritated.
"Leave. Go find someone to eat and come back in one hour," Spike ordered. They looked to the redhead as if for permission, not seeing as the blond speed up to one and twisted his head off, rubbing the dust from his hands as he spoke. "You do what I say when I say it and we'll get along just fine." They took off without another glance at the vampires.
She glared at him with narrowed eyes, angry that he was ruining her game, but Spike could scent her arousal as well and shook his head to get clear of it. Women loved power. He had it.
"Tell me," he demanded, setting her on the pool table, unmindful of the terrified humans around them.
She proceeded to weave a tale of how Anyanka, a vengeance demon, granted a wish for Cordelia, creating a world that had a Sunnydale without Buffy Summers. That turned out to be a fiasco for the demon as she lost her power center and the wish was broken.
"But my world was not destroyed. Now, for some reason, the other me brought me to this world."
"And you're making your mark."
"Well, of course. This place is not as fun as home, but I'm working on it." She smiled evilly.
"I expect you are, pet." He grinned. "Slayer know you're here yet?"
"I think she got the message."
"And you're still planning on a grand hostile takeover of her favorite hang out?"
"Of course. Why not?"
He took her hand, pulling her from the pool table roughly, and strode toward the back door, nearly dragging her behind him. The alley was quiet except for a fledge who had started his party early. "This slayer has you for a friend. Do you remember being very smart when you were human?"
She nodded and rolled her eyes, obviously uninterested in what he was saying.
"The whelp, your Xander." he spat. "He's her friend as well. But this is the kicker. Angel is on her side. He has a bloody soul."
"Puppy has a soul at home, too, but I keep him chained up. He screams so nice for me when we play."
Spike froze, stunned by her admission. "Angelus.Angel is your pet?"
She nodded again, a tiny smile curling her lips.
"HA!" He barked. "This is too rich!" He pulled her close to him and yanked her hair, forcing her to bare her neck to him. "I can't say if I appreciate you making my sire into your little bitch. That would be my job."
He was about to bite her, only for a taste, when he felt it. That unmistakable sensation that made his spine vibrate.
Slayer.
He loosened his grip, latching onto her wrist when she tried to hit him. "Saucy," he admired. "Time to fly, luv, unless you want your reign of terror to last all of thirty minutes."
He yanked her along through the alley and they scaled the building as she protested. After hopping a few roofs, they stopped to listen. The minions must have run from the slayer back into The Bronze and were now being systematically dusted. They both shrugged and grinned.
~Part: 2~
After discovering there were two Willows and that their Willow was still human, they rallied the troops and headed to The Bronze to put a stop to the feeding frenzy that was bound to take place. They staked all the vampires that had fled inside, but no Vampire Willow.
A dejected Anya sat at the bar, finally getting that coveted beer from the traumatized bartender. Oz pointed to her. "She was helping her. She told her where to find you."
Buffy and Willow stormed up to the girl, who seemed to be nothing more than a teenager.
"What is wrong with you? Are you one of those weird vampire groupies?" Willow asked.
The former demon glared at them all defiantly. "Willow, you screwed up the spell and brought her here. It's all your fault. My necklace should have come through the fold, not you.her."
Giles stepped closer. "Your necklace?"
Anya clammed up and turned away from him, crossing her arms. Buffy pulled her to face them. "Look, we have a vampire that does not belong here, loose in Sunnydale, wearing Willow's face. You have to tell us what you did and how to fix it."
"I'm not telling you anything unless you make her help me get my necklace back."
Buffy swung around, her hair following her movements. "Giles," she nearly stomped, "make her tell."
"Hey guys," Oz interrupted. "Just a little FYI; Willow was talking to Spike and they left together. Actually he pulled her out a minute before you all busted in."
Angel began pacing, running a hand through his hair, clearly not pleased that his wayward childe was back in town. Again.
"Could this get any worse?" Xander asked, flinching as Willow and Buffy hit his arms.
"Don't say that!"
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"Do you have a place to stay?" He asked her.
They had been strolling around, killing and talking, mostly of what it was like in her world. Spike found it interesting that vampires lived that way, but unappealing. He could not imagine being lazy enough to want blood on tap. Where was the fun or the fear?
"So while the Master is making human juice boxes, what I am doing?"
"You don't come around much. Drusilla doesn't like it here, so you guys just travel a lot when you're not in Ontario."
"Canada? I live in sodding Canada?"
She grinned at his shock. "That's where your lair is.where you're the master. Where is it here? In this world?"
"Come with me."
He led them down into a residential area. It was across town from the slayer's home and a good ways from Angel's mansion as well. Hearing her talk of her counterpart, he realized just how screwed up his existence had become, because of his obsession with killing his third slayer. He was master in Canada. He wondered if he controlled the whole province, but would not ask. He had been neglecting his duty as master vampire to pursue this girl who by all accounts should not be alive. But her unorthodox methods were her saving grace and until something about that changed, going up against her was fruitless. There were just too many wildcards.
They stopped outside a two-story home on a palm tree lined street. The lights were on and it was alive with noise as people roamed in and out of the place. A party.
"What are we doing?"
"You'll see," he growled, sauntering up the three stairs to the open front door. He looked down at the welcome mat and crossed the threshold easily. She trailed behind him, frowning at the mat as she came in as well.
"How did you do that?"
He shrugged, deciding to keep a few secrets for himself. "Tricks of the trade, luv."
They mingled, discovering that this was a party to celebrate Doug's recent promotion. People started leaving and only Doug and his wife, Trina, remained, standing near the door, waiting for Willow and Spike to leave as well. Each assumed the other invited the odd couple and planned to discuss it when alone. Spike wrapped a leather-clad arm around the redhead's shoulder as he glanced at the other couple, a feral grin stretching his pretty lips.
"Shall we dine?"
~Part: 3~
"Welcome to my lair, pretty Willow," he announced in a deep, cultured voice with a flourish bow. The other vampire merely rolled her eyes. She skirted around him, preferring to study the place. He shrugged. "Your little minions, the ones that belonged to Trick and the Mayor, how did you come across them?" His understanding was that Sunndydale's demons were either with the mayor or against him, and those that opposed usually had a short future. Spike planned to oppose vehemently and live a few more centuries despite the mayor's plans.
This town was his until his wanker of a sire did a soul flip and screwed up his plans. He got Dru's toy, the Judge, destroyed, when in fact he was supposed to be indestructible. He got his lair burned playing games with the watcher and he messed up Drusilla's mind once again.
"They were sent to kill me. The human me. They were.surprised."
"Right." He wondered why the mayor wanted the girl dead. She must be a danger to his plans for him to screw with someone under the slayer's protection, her pet witch.
"What do you want from me?" The question brought him from his musings. What did he want with her.
"You're not a captive, if that's what you think. Free to leave anytime, ducks." He nosed around the room, feigning indifference. The truth was that if she tried to step one foot outside without his consent, he would drain her weak and chain her up. Luckily, that had not been needed.
"So, do you like this fluffy stuff?" She ignored his attempt to get rid of her. The house was large and they could co-exist in it easily.
"Nah, see if you can find a phonebook. Gonna turn a decorator tomorrow, get this place looking like a proper lair." He glanced over his shoulder to see her going through the CDs. "We need minions. Good ones. You ever turn anyone before?"
"Well.I never found anyone I wanted around," she offered in lieu of telling him no. "And I have minions. Those."
"Please.those are the mayor's lackeys. They'll turn on you in a heartbeat. We make our own. They'll be young, but loyal."
"Whatever." She walked over to the woman who was lying on the floor, drained but still alive. "She can be our first?"
"That's the plan. If we don't keep one of them, the neighbors will wonder, call the police."
"Huh." She frowned. "We don't need to do any of this at home. It's not fun here."
She was spoiled and insolent. The sport had been taken from her and she did not understand her true purpose. She was a vampire without a cause and stuck in a mundane reality, thinking it rosy. These were his opinions of her and were remarkably accurate, but he expected change. Living a life of real hunting would make her into the creature she was meant to be.
"You, my pet, are lazy. You don't have to work for anything." He dropped onto a sofa and removed his boots. "I'll show you how to really use your power. It's not just for making some poor helpless human cringe."
She was curious, yet tried not to show it. Spike watched her as he reclined on the couch. The human version of her had lighter hair, but her skin was barely darker. She was a vampire waiting to happen. What he could do with two of them..
She came to him and sat down. "So you have all the answers?" She sighed. She had never questioned what the Master desired. She was his and she pleased him immensely, daily. Other than that, she preyed on the weak and played with Xander or Puppy. There was nothing else. Spike was offering her something else, something more. Why?
"Where is Drusilla?"
"Not sure. Brazil, I think. We don't.talk so much anymore." He did not know what else there was to say.
"Oh.I don't want her showing up and trying to rip my head off."
"Why would she want to do that?" He turned so that he viewed her profile.
"Oh.I don't know.because she's a bitch," she replied flatly.
"Hey!" He growled, clamping a strong pale hand around the smooth column of her neck. "Watch what you say about her." She somehow appeared bored, but he could smell her underlying fear and something else, something delightful.
"Fine." She croaked and he released her. In her world she and William had been caught in the act by his wicked princess and the master had to be called to save his childe from being seriously harmed. "She didn't like sharing you back home. I doubt she would here."
"Sharing me?" The blond lifted a brow, curiosity ignited. "So you had a taste of the Big Bad then?" Now he understood why she responded to him every time he touched her. He wondered what his other self did to conditioner her.
"Don't go patting yourself on the back. I'm easy," she retorted, standing to remove her leather bodice and pants. Underneath she was thin yet womanly, small, pert breast bouncing for him as she padded, barefoot, to the stereo. The master took her too young, he noted. She had not developed to her full potential, but she was nicely made.
She picked some music and returned to where he sat. She sunk to her knees and unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops and dropping it to the floor. "We can use that later," she promised as she slid the zipper down and his cock sprang free, already filling up for her.
She was a vixen and sought to use her wiles to gain power over him. He suppressed a chuckle and let out a groan as she swallowed him whole. This was a game he played with Angelus, many times, and won. His sire created him for the sole purpose of making him a fuck toy, which he achieved with precision and impeccable success. Eventually, the dark vampire rued the day that he taught the boy how to reduce him to grunts and trembles. The childe often turned the tables on the sire, benefiting from his ill-gotten power to Angelus' dismay. He smiled at a memory as he closed his eyes, determined to enjoy the ride.
~Part: 4~
"God.I'm gonna melt. It's too hot for April." Willow complained to an equally hot Buffy. The air conditioning in her house was experiencing a period of functional deficiency, which meant it was broken. Her parents were away so she called the repairman herself. His estimate was for considerably more than she had available on her Visa so she was stuck in the sweltering heat until one of the people responsible for conceiving her found the time to call her back.
"I know. I wish we could keep her at my house." The slayer agreed as they both glanced over at Anya, who was glowering at them instead of watching the proffered television. "Maybe she can stay with Faith."
"Hee, yeah, they'd get along great." Willow commented as she flipped from her back to her stomach on the living room floor. Her jean-clad legs were bent at the knees and her feet swung carelessly in the air behind her. She opened another one of the spell books that Giles had allowed her to take home. Research in the much cooler confines of the school library was out due to some chess club tournament.
"When I get my powers back, you will all grovel at my feet." Anya announced with conviction, eyes narrowed.
The girl had been declaring things like that all afternoon, actually ever since they dragged her to Willow's house from the Bronze, actually every since they kidnapped her. Yet she never explained what powers she was missing or how she lost them. Buffy found it frustrating. Willow was mostly intrigued.until this heatwave kicked in.
"Well when you get done being all freaky and demanding maybe you can tell us what the heck you're talking about so we can fix this mess." The redhead suggested knowing it fell on deaf and disagreeable ears.
Anya only rolled her eyes and faced the window, doing her best to ignore them.
~~~*~~~
At some point during the night, they made their way to the master bedroom. Spike vaguely recalled cringing at the brightly colored theme and renewed his vow to turn a decorator tonight, first thing.
Willow was still asleep.
Good.
He wanted to explore the place a little, without her mouth on his cock would be good. She was a pleasant shag, but he was done being ruled by his little head. He slid from between the yellow sheets and padded naked from the room, staying in the shadows as he walked around.
It was a nice house, with five bedrooms in all and a small den downstairs off the family room where the party was centered last light. The mess from said party was still lying about and he mentally chastised himself for not waiting until they had cleaned up before killing the man and incapacitating Trina. No matter, she could do it after she rose.
Thus reminded he found the unfortunate woman. She was weak and hovering just below consciousness. He rattled her until her eyes opened. Upon seeing the blonde the tried screaming, but her voice was hoarse and it came out more like a squawk. Spike only grinned at her before latching onto her neck again, piercing and draining her until her heart slowed dangerously before feeding him his blood and dropping her to the floor.
"Hey."
He heard her approach. She needed to work on that.
"Afternoon, pet." He licked his lips of the remaining blodd and began searching through a cabinet.
"What are you looking for?" She frowned, unaccustomed to being ignored, especially after such a stellar performance.
"Phone book. Can't take one more day with the place looking like this."
Soon he found one and flipped through the yellow pages until he discovered a decorator that seemed promising. He called and made an appointment with the woman who was only too happy to agree to the after-hours meeting once he made it clear that money was not an issue. And it wasn't. He would kill her, turn her and then she would do it for free.
Not an issue.
"So now what?" She asked.
"What do you know about the other you?" He asked, ready to think on the next phase in his loosely formed plan.
"Nothing, only what Anyanka told me. Apparently, she is a witch. I wasn't a witch before." He detected a hint of a pout in her tone as if she was realizing that she missed out on something.
"No if she is, you were too. Your sire turned you young.you were what 15 or 16?" She nodded. "Yeah, well I don't think she learned about her witchy abilities until she was 17 and she slammed the soul back into Peaches."
"I gave puppy a soul?"
"Ha! Not the first time, pet. But yeah. Your human self is loaded with power. I'm not surprised that she's strong enough to accidentally opened dimensions and bring you here."
She mulled this over as she roamed around, the flesh between her brown creased as she concentrated. She had abilities. Magical abilities.
"William?"
He glanced up from what he was doing, annoyed. "Would you stop calling me that?" No one had called him that in decades save Drusilla and Angelus when he was being a bastard.
"Why?"
His jaw clenched and he took a deep breath. Years with Dru had taught him some patience.
"Because if you don't I'll rip your soddin' tongue out and you can think about why while it grows back." But not much patience.
"Whatever." Rolling her eyes she remembered while she called him. "Do you think I have abilities now? That I can do spells and stuff?"
He shrugged and had no clue. The implications of her, a mere fledgling, being able to cast disturbed him. She had been a young human, therefore was still prone to rash behavior, temper and fits, combined with magic, she would be too volatile and would need to be destroyed. Thus his answer was formed. "Doubt it. If they weren't developed when you crossed over, they died with your human self."
He was impressed with the logical sound of his lie, even more so when she seemed to believe it easily.
"I want to meet the other me." She declared.
"Yeah, I want to see the little witch myself. Me and her have some unfinished business."
Willow frowned, obviously curious, but keeping it hidden. The master must have used her curiosity against her too many times and so that she was more guarded.
"Oh.what could you possibly want with a human, Wi.Spike?"
He allowed his mind to drift back to that night in the factory as he smiled when she stopped herself from calling him William, but the smile never reached his eyes. "Took her a few months ago, her and her boy, your boy . there were some things I didn't have the opportunity to do and I'm going to correct that.real soon."
~Part: 5~
"Any luck?" Buffy burst through the front door of Giles' apartment.
The watcher jumped, but the blonde did not seem to notice as she flopped onto his couch, frustrated and hot. The air conditioning in his place was a welcome change from the sauna that Willow called home.
"Well, if her name is really Anya, then she could be a demon."
Buffy perked up at that. Something to slay. "A demon?"
"Well, yes.and no." When she pouted, obviously seeing a potential kill slipping from her itchy fingers, he wanted to laugh. "Buffy, she is human."
Crestfallen, she slumped, and that settled, he moved on to his point. "Now this is only a theory, but she may be, or rather may have been a vengeance demon, Anyanka, the Patron Saint of Scorn Women. Her reference to a power center is the key. Vengeance demons were once human, hand selected by the Lord of Arashmahal to be raised up to demon status to serve. Neither good nor evil, but employed. And their power is located in an amulet of some sort. Apparently hers was in the form of a necklace."
Buffy frowned. "But why is she human again?"
"I suppose that after losing her power she reverted back to her original state. If she is Anyanka.there are references to her as far back as..." He picked up a book and stood, flipping through pages. "1382. She would be over 600 years old."
Buffy looked thoughtful. "Wow.she really knows how to moisturize."
Giles ignored her. If this was the demon Anyanka, then she had powerful friends. They had to tread carefully. "Where is Anya now?"
"Still with Willow.being all 'You're so gonna pay!' every time we ask her anything. I'm this close to hurting her. Plus it's too hot over there." The sun had set twenty minutes ago, but no relief from the heat was in sight.
"Well, we better figure out how to get her to tell of what she's done and why, so we can get rid of this other Willow. God only knows what she and Spike are cooking up."
~~~*~~~
The night was beautiful as they strolled along, following the scent of the girl. To the casual observer they seemed a couple, arms locked as quiet laughter erupted from them both. Earlier, Spike's decorator had come to the house and now lay on the sofa in the family room, being watched by the newly risen Trina. The blond was in a wonderful mood as he visualized the dark, rich décor that would soon surround him.
"This way," Willow directed, turning left down a tree-lined street. The smell of the palms in the balmy air nearly obliterated the trail, but fortunately she had been bleeding, so the smell lingered.
They came to a house and for a second the vampire looked confused, her red tresses hanging in her face as she frowned. "She's in there." She slipped her arm out of the bend in Spike's.
Spike noticed the change in her. "What's wrong?"
She sighed and turned to face him. "I'm in there, too. This was my house." Adding "before I was turned" was unneeded.
For Spike, it was a lucky break. He wanted the girl, the human version of this vampire. Sensing no slayer in the vicinity, he took the walk up the path to the front door, smiling when he found what he sought.
Welcome.
Willow came up behind him as he knocked. Inside, he heard a door slam and footsteps pounding, getting closer. The door opened with a huge intake of wind as the young redhead started chatting to whomever it was she expected.
"Boy you got here fast. I." She stopped and gasped as she slammed the door shut. "Oh my God! Oh my God!"
Spike chuckled, speaking to her through the door. "Not quite a god yet, luv, but you'll do wonders for my ego."
"Spike! What do you want? No! Don't answer that! Go away!"
"Open the door, Red. Need to talk to you. Not like I can hurt you, right?" He asked smoothly.
"We can talk through the door!" Was the muffled reply.
"Or.I can burn the place down and we can talk over the ashes." His voice was low and rich and so very deadly.
Willow the vampire rolled her eyes and whispered, "Just kick it in."
The blond glared at her. He wanted to play with the girl; have her relax behind the false protection of a barrier that was no longer there thanks to the welcome mat. He smiled when the door opened a crack, wiping it from his face immediately before she could see the smirk.
"There now, Red. That's much better," he said, still standing outside of the threshold.
But she was not looking at him. Her redheaded twin had her attention. They studied each other. The vampire mentally cringed, seeing the denim overalls and yellow t-shirt her human self was wearing, while the Willow from this dimension wanted to shield her eyes from the pale mounds of her vampire self's breasts as they lay exposed before her.
"Hey, neat," they gasped quietly, a look of awe on both faces. The vampire went to touch the witch, but her hand was swatted away by Spike, not wanting to give up the game too early. The sudden movement seemed to bring the human one back to reality.
She raised her chin and glared at him. "What do you want, Spike? Another spell?" she demanded, flinching when he growled. He did not intend to be reminded of that pathetic night.
"Red here," he pointed to the vampire, "wants to see the girl." When Willow looked confused he sighed and looked to Willow.
"Anya." Willow offered, already bored with this game.
"Oh.I don't know where she is. I mean, she's not here if that's what you thought.nope, hardly know the girl, but I hear she's a trouble maker and. that's.probably good to you."
"She's lying," Willow interrupted.
"Am not!" the human huffed.
"Are too!" Willow changed faces and crossed the threshold before Spike could stop her.
~Part: 6~
Angel sat on the sofa in the middle of his Spartan main room. The mansion was huge, but the vampire rarely went beyond this room and his bedroom, the same room that had been Spike's when the blonde was in the wheelchair. The scent of his blood and the sound of his screams were still there, lingering like ghosts. Another thing Angelus did that Angel brooded over.
He cast those thoughts aside in favor of listening to Buffy. She was in a snit. Spike brought that out of her. If he did not know any better, he would think she was attracted to his childe.
"Can you find him? Uh, using that bond thingy?" She spun to face him.
He sighed, knowing this was not what she wanted to hear. "It doesn't work like that. I can tell he exists and he's close, but it's not radar."
She flopped onto the couch next to him, her arms crossed over her chest. He watched her breath, her chest heaving nicely.
"He is up to something. He's got that vampire Willow and is up to something."
She hopped up again and so the cycle continued.
Angel had not been completely honest. He could find Spike. It would take time, but eventually he could close in on him if he wanted. But he didn't want to find him. Not at the moment. If the blonde was off having whatever fun with a vampire Willow then he was not harassing Buffy. And if Buffy could not find Spike, then she could not shove a stake in his childe's heart.
His small lie bought him peace of mind and time.
~~~*~~~
Anya heard the commotion from upstairs where Buffy and Willow stashed her for the night; screaming and running, swearing and then silence. Being tied up, she was forced to wait for someone to come to her aid. She had fallen asleep and woke to the sound of that idiot Xander Harris yelling at her.
"What? Don't scream at me!" She snapped back, a little groggy.
He tried for calm, but it was beyond difficult. Downstairs was a mess and a fight had taken place. He assumed that the belligerent girl had gotten free and attacked Willow, but seeing her trussed up and asleep he had to reassess the situation.
"Where's Willow?"
"Is she gone? Or dead? I can't believe you let her die and she didn't even get my necklace back." He stood over her glaring incredulously as she added, "So selfish!"
"Huh?" He shook his head. "Nevermind. Where is she? She's not downstairs."
"How do I know? I'm tied up, remember?" She rolled her eyes and glared up at him.
"Did you hear anything?" If she did not start talking soon he was going to.shake her senseless.
"I heard a lot of things. In fact it got so noisy that I couldn't hear the television. That girl is pretty rude."
"WHAT HAPPENED?"
"Okay! You don't have to yell." He continued to glower. "Fine," she sighed with another eye roll. "The doorbell rang. She went to answer it and never came back. I heard a guy. I think it was the same guy that the other Willow met in the Bronze."
"Spike."
"Yes," she nodded enthusiastically. "I'm pretty sure I heard her screaming, 'no Spike, please don't'. You know. Stuff like that." Anya smiled cheerfully.
Xander bent over, fighting a wave of nausea. "God.he's got Willow."
~~~*~~~
The somber group had gathered at the Giles' apartment. All but Angel. He was out tracking his childe's scent as it led from Willow's house and down a few blocks before disappearing into a mixture of oil and gasoline.
Desoto.
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Spike and a vampire version of someone as smart as Willow was not what he needed at this moment. With Faith teaming up with the mayor, Sunnydale already had its share of problems and then some. If Spike and Willow joined them, it would make stopping this ascension near impossible.
The only thing that kept Angel hoping was that Spike never played well with others. The mayor planned on taking over. His boy would never agree to play second fiddle to another demon, save his creator and that was with bitter reluctance.
Hence the notion that Spike would help the mayor was an unlikely one. Angel just hoped that he would prove to be as aggravating to Wilkins as he was to the gang.
But none of this changed the fact that he needed to find the boy and at least get their Willow back. Spike's idea of fun ran decidedly to the left side of bizarre.
~Part: 7~
Her back was to the wall as he leaned against her, taking in the scent and sound that was familiar and strange at once. He had done this before, but now her scent was mixed with another. Animalistic and demonic. He held her hands by the wrists next to her head. She was distracted and disturbed by the slow circling of his thumbs against her pulse-points and did not notice the low growling.
"What have you been playing with, Witch?" He asked her, bits of him straining to get through and tear the girl to shreds. He had other plans, but oh how she made his fangs itch.
She turned her head as far away from him as the wall would allow her. Her trembling, appreciated and amusing, did not satisfy his curiosity. He pulled her away from the wall, still clutching her wrists, but transferred them both to one of his powerful hands behind her back. With the other he gripped her chin.
"I am talking to you, Red and while ignoring me might provide entertainment in the form of your torture, it is not in your best interest."
She gazed at him through tears of confusion and rage. She had been home, safe, yet he walked in uninvited. That was not how it was supposed to go. The rules to the game had changed and no one had told her. Now Spike was asking her weird questions.
"I don't understand what you mean by playing with." When she finally spoke, knowing that silence would only buy pain, her voice was deep, brimming with ill-contained emotion.
He liked her voice, and that she was angry also pleased him. Not a whimpering waste of flesh at all.
"Your smell." As he spoke he dove into her neck, nuzzling there as she tensed, ready to climb out of her skin. She ignored the small clenching in her belly as he licked the flesh of her throat. "There's something else. Something like me."
He had already thought of Angelus and tossed that idea away quickly. It was not him. It was not vampiric at all.
Willow's mind raced to try to come up with an answer to his inquiry as her twin stepped up behind her, sandwiching her between the two vampires. That she was sniffing her up was a given and creepy. She tried to shirk her off, but the other redhead was determined.
"It's a wolf," the vampire advised him.
Spike pulled back, eyes locking with hers and questioning. "A werewolf, luv? You do like to live dangerously!" He released her, sauntering away from her while the vampire version of her stayed close, exploring her with cool fingers.
Willow swatted her hands away, but the Vampire Willow only smiled and moved faster, feeling her up as Willow squealed in despair. "Stop touching me! That is so not acceptable behavior." She jerked and spun around. "Well look at me. I'm all fuzzy," she drawled slowly, as she stepped into Willow's personal space, sniffing.
"What are you doing?!" Willow whined, frustrated and afraid. At that point, she would have chosen to deal with Spike instead. Now the vampire was caressing her arm, tongue between her teeth as her lips curled into a smile. "Oh my god.This is beyond weird."
The vampire pouted. "You smell good, Fuzzy.Your little friend Anya said you brought me here. Can you really do magic?" She asked, stilling her movements.
In Willow's book, talking was better than touching, so she encouraged her.
"Um..magic, yes, a little. I've only done some basic stuff, you know, simple conjuring, but I'm getting better." She almost smiled as she wrung her hands, but thought in light of her company it could be taken take the wrong way and it turned into a half-assed scowl. She took a step away, pushing a loose lock hair behind an ear.
Spike snorted. He had poured himself a drink and had been observing them as he lounged at the bar. His powerful legs dangled lazily from the stool while he sipped the whiskey. The human was perhaps a half an inch taller than her vampire double, her hair lighter, still filled with flames from being kissed by the sun. But her skin.it was just as pale and perfect as her dead sister's and so very ready to be marred by him. He would impress upon her his desire for her in every inch of that perfection until she was torn apart and rebuilt in darkness.
He looked over at the sudden movement on the sofa. The decorator was rising.
"Alright, Red. Enough for now." Both girls looked at him, each believing his comments for her. He swallowed the rest of the amber liquid, leaving glass on the bar, which relieved the human even as his approach, filled her with a new dread.
He did not trust the other vampire to be alone with the human. She had never needed to practice restraint in her world and the rich blood pumping just below the surface of the witch's warm skin was too much of a temptation. At the least, she would molest the girl, and he wanted that pleasure. His intent was to keep them both, therefore separation was the best course of action for now.
Grabbing the vampire, he kissed her deeply, letting his tongue and lips possess her as he demanded her submission. She was conditioned to give it and did so easily. He released her, tugging on her hair roughly as he patted her behind.
"Wait for me upstairs," he demanded. She smirked, her blood red lips curled into a devious smile as she nodded, and walked away.
Willow watched it all with sick fascination, oblivious of her increased pulse and aroused scent, but Spike was aware and he let them wash over him before turning to the snarling decorator.
"Now, pet, this place needs a major overhaul."
~~~*~~~
Angel had been prowling the streets for hours. He was frustrated at not having found any trace of his errant childe. The first part of the evening was spent checking out the warehouses and old factories in the industrial part of town. He did find a few vamps and dusted them unceremoniously, but no Spike. Or Willow. Or Willow.
He was reminded of the time that Spike, then William, had run away from the lair. He and Dru had been out all night, on a horrific killing spree, which had been strictly forbidden by Angelus and Darla. The two young vampires had made news worthy kills several times the previous month and were on restriction for their carelessness.
Angelus was convinced that William was the catalyst in all of it. He had had no problem with Drusilla before he turned the boy, so his theory seemed applicable, although since neither would ever divulge who masterminded their little schemes, it was only conjecture.
He remembered clearly how angry William looked when Darla dragged Dru off to be punished, leaving the two males alone. Angelus had stood across the parlor from his childe, arms folded, studying him, trying to fathom how best to punish him.this time. William had been studying Angelus as well and knew that whatever happened he would spend days healing from it.
Finally Angelus spoke. "What am I to do to with you, William? You fight me at every turn." He said shaking his head.
"You made me to be a killer, Sire, and then punish me for killing. It's paradoxical. And I won't be controlled in this way any longer."
The older vampire raised an eyebrow. "You won't be controlled?" He was inclined to laugh, but the boy had looked so grave.
"No, I'm leaving. I don't need you or that bitch you call Sire."
And Angelus had lunged for the smaller demon, but William having said these things to provoke a reaction was ready and used his sire's larger mass and momentum to send him crashing into the brick of the fireplace. Angelus was stunned and his childe took his advantage, fleeing the house while the brunette was down.
Angelus had searched for him until sunrise and then set out the next evening as soon as the amber rays fell over the high hill behind their townhouse. It took him three days to track the blond who admittedly never left London at all, and only moved about when he felt his sire getting near.
Looking back, Angel considered the probability that Spike was even better at hiding from and detecting his sire than he had been one hundred years ago. The flip side to this was that Spike's demon was infinitely more powerful now than then, giving Angel a greater target to home in on once he got close. He sighed, concluding that he really did not know Spike anymore, at least not enough to make this kind of inference. So he headed to the left and hoped for the best.
Emerging from the cemetery, he stood in the middle of the deserted street, looking back and forth. He felt inclined to go the left, toward a nice, upper middle class residential area, but right toward the tracks was more Spike's style. Either way, it was a toss up, so he resolved to just let instincts guide him and not think too much about where he was going or what he was doing, and hoped to get within the blond's vicinity soon.
~Part: 8~
Willow was confused.
Spike had sat her on the sofa, admonishing her to 'be a good girl and sit quietly.' She wanted to be indignant about being spoken to in that way and referred to as a girl, yet his tone was anything but condescending. It was a warning, most likely the only one she would get on the matter. So she remained where he left her and discreetly observed a master vampire and the new fledgling.
The creature was hungry and could not concentrate on much of what he was saying until fed. There was another female vampire that Spike ordered to bring back something for the new one to eat. She left and while waiting for her to return, Spike ordered the other to sit while he went around with a pad and pen taking notes.
Not twenty minutes had passed before the minion was back, dragging an unconscious young male with her. Trina, that was what she heard Spike call her, left again to go 'fetch her own dinner' at the blonde's suggestion. While the new one fed, he had been going through the box she came in with containing swatches of cloth for upholstery and drapes, as well as paint, tile and carpet samples. He had a certain look in mind and was well able to make his preferences clear. As the new vampire drained and killed the man, Willow suppressed the urge to vomit. As nice as it may have been to relieve herself of the revulsion she felt, she really did not want the extra attention. She was not stupid enough to think they had forgotten her, but they were ignoring her and the two equated nicely in her mind.
Full and finally shedding the demon face, the new vampire was more agreeable about discussing business.
Marianne, the newly-appointed decorator for the undead, filled out the necessary paperwork as Spike dictated his needs. Willow was amazed at the proficiency with which both worked. She had been given to understand that vampires, minions in particular, were savage, usually unthinking and totally unable to resist their baser instincts. The scene playing out before her belied that theory. There was nothing savage about any of them right then.
All too soon they were done, and Marianne said she was going to go to her office to put the orders in the system so her employees could process them in the morning. Spike told her to come back before dawn and she went out the front door, leaving Willow alone with the blond.
He continued to disregard her. His attention was focused on something else. It was almost as if he was not there. Abruptly, he turned to her.
"Your friend, traitor and turncoat, Angel, is looking for you."
She stared at him, puzzled.
"Oh.it's a thing with us," he explained nonchalantly. "I can sense him out there, trying to find me, no doubt so he can beat me senseless and take you back to your little friends." He walked over to her, seemingly unconcerned about being found. "Fortunately, Peaches is shit at finding his childer. Always has been. It'll take him days, maybe a week, if I were to sit in here all night, which I won't."
Something in her wanted to rejoice. Angel was looking for her and he would find her. She believed in that. But she also knew that Spike, as impetuous as he might be, was nowhere near stupid and if he was staying put it was because he was certain he was not in any danger.
"He'll stake you," she muttered, glaring at him.
He did not bother looking at her as he laughed. "He won't stake me, pet. He made me. It would hurt him too much."
Confused and curious, she opened her mouth and began her inquisition. Luckily, Spike was in a talkative mood. His motives for being chatty were different, but the benefit to her was the same.
"He staked Darla," she retorted.
"Yeah," he snorted, "and I had to feel that wanker's pain for weeks. I still owe the sod for that."
Willow tried to process everything she heard. Spike was not the best teacher. Perhaps because he was not concerned with that.
"Okay.Just hold it a minute. Angel does something, or feels something, and you feel it too?"
He wondered if she was kidding. "Of course I feel it! What? Do they teach you anything about us beside how to bloody kill us?
He glared at her before finally looking away. Relief flooded her until he spoke again.
"You'll understand soon enough."
~~~*~~~
As dawn approached, Buffy and Giles were interrogating a reluctantly cooperative Anya. The need to urinate was a terrible weakness and they were unfairly using it against her. She was still unaccustomed to it and often had to run to a bathroom to make it in time.
"So this is the entire spell? Word for word?" Giles asked, glancing at the notepad on which she had written the words in question.
"Yes," she sighed. "For the millionth time. That's all of it. Why don't you believe me?"
When Giles and Buffy both crossed their arms, she capitulated somewhat. "Fine. Be that way. But you won't find a translation anywhere, so you will have to trust me."
"Trust you?" The watcher was amazed by her gall. He found that the creature before him, although human now, was mentally more demonic than he was comfortable with.
"Yes. Trust. Me." She was sitting, but managed to appear more intimidating that way. Giles was very glad that she had no powers. He was certain that she would exact revenge on them for what she perceived to be horrific trespasses on her person. "I don't see where you have too many options. Or you can sit and do nothing while those vampires turn her, either way, I don't have my necklace." She shrugged and picked up a magazine, rolling her eyes with a huff. "Watcher Digest! You have got to be kidding!"
~~~*~~~
The vampiric redhead was asleep when Spike dragged Willow into the bedroom. Hearing them enter, she sat up, rubbing her eyes like a child.
"Yay! Breakfast in bed," she said patting the mattress invitingly.
"I told you, she's not for eating, pet."
Willow had slunk partially behind Spike; the irony of seeking his protection was not lost on her. She did amaze herself by sticking her tongue out at .herself. The demony Willow just winked at her. She shuddered.
"You two are going to learn to get along." He glared back and forth between them both. Vamp Willow pouted, while the human one was inching away to sit in a chair. Spike stopped her, snatching her back roughly by both arms. "Go take a bath, pet. Make certain you're squeaky clean.I'll be checking." He led her to the bathroom. It was large, typically equipped for a house of that size.
Mortified, Willow let him lead her, and she stumbled into the bathroom with a shove from the blond, the tile cool to her feet after the plush carpeting. She tried to close the door, but he was holding the knob, so she gave up and began running the water. She heard Spike telling the other her to play with Trina when she returned. He planned to get to know Willow much better without any assistance.
She stepped away from the open door, not wishing to hear anymore, closing it some. Spike saw her do this. For a few seconds he seemed to be considering whether he should open it back up, but was apparently satisfied with the six inch crack she left. He focused his attention on the vampire. He had the advantage and planned to choose his battles with the human carefully. Giving her back alive was not an option, he never gave anything back, and turning her was something he wanted to do down the line.
Undressing, she avoided the opening, but could not account for the mirror. She had no idea where he was and was unable to see his reflection. It was unnerving, but she had little choice. There wasn't even a tiny part of her that wanted Spike to beat or torture her, so she cooperated, hoping for the chance to save herself, escape, and banking on Angel or Buffy finding her soon.
There were gels, soaps, oils and bubble baths all around. Deciding to make the most of it, she added rosemary oil to the water along with a gardenia scented gel. She turned on the switch for the jets and got in as the bubbles started to form and rise.
The water was hot and sitting took a moment as her sensitive skin got used to the temperature, but once she was in, she settled down to relax as much as possible, given her situation. She had no illusions about what Spike intended to do with her, to her. It would change her life forever, if she still had a life, so she would cherish those last few moments of being just Willow. Maybe she could stay in long enough and prune up so much that he lost interest.
He was notoriously impatient.
~Part: 9~
The threat of sunrise forced Angel to return to his side of town, and search closer to the mansion. So far he had nothing, no trace of his childe or the Willows. At some point, he felt Spike, but the blonde shut down the link with a speed to rival a killing strike, leaving Angel with no sense of the direction from which it came.
His own home lay ahead, looming and overbearing, not unlike himself, and he trudged up the hill, dejected. Spike had Willow in his possession for the entire night and the damage he could and probably had done to her was more than likely irrevocable.
The upside to the situation was that Spike had a vampire version of the redhead with him already and his desire for diversity and all things new would probably keep the girl human for a while. Yet his childe would exploit every opportunity and advantage to corrupt her before turning or killing her. One way or another her soul would not be her own. She would sell it eagerly for relief or release. There was no salvation from his attentions except that which he gave.
Angelus had taught him well.
Entering the mansion, his eyes adjusted to the severe lack of lighting quickly. He did not bother with candles. Soon filtered and indirect sunlight would take care of his need to chase away the shadows, shadows of memories that flitted through his mind like butterflies blocking the sun.
The demon inside him glorified in what his childe was doing. Every evil caper, escapade and plot that Spike initiated was a symbol of dark hope. He was trapped inside a soul that tortured him into doing good, but his childe was free to wreak havoc on his behalf. His joy was vicarious yet so real that Angel could feel his soul, slippery and slick, ready to flee.
Apparently, there was more than one form perfect happiness lurking around for him.
He wondered, not for the first time tonight, if his conflicting feelings distracted him so that finding Spike was all but impossible. Surely he would not willingly let harm come to Willow, but his inability to track the blonde was unnerving.
Grabbing a book he settled on the sofa, planning to read, but inevitably was asleep in moments.
~~~*~~~
Her plans of pruning went awry when she was dragged from the tub, nude and dripping wet, and tossed onto the bed. Reaching for the comforter, she attempted to cover herself.
"Don't."
He spoke so quietly that she turned to him, stunned by his soft tone. "You won't need to do that. Modesty is the least of your worries so get over it.now." His eyebrow lifted and he spoke as if telling her the carrots were the only vegetable offered with dinner. It was an unpleasant choice if you didn't like carrots, but tolerable. She shivered. Him seeing her naked was not tolerable.
Shifting onto her side, she tried to give the vampire as little view of her bare skin as possible without benefit of clothing or cover or resorting to curling into a ball. Somehow she did not believe he would find that in compliance with the law he just laid down.
Spike observed this, but allowed her the illusion of control. Her brilliant hair fell over her shoulder creating a nice shadow over her breast which enticed him. His presence was unnerving to the human and she looked anywhere but at him while he drank her in at his leisure. The creaminess of her skin was enhanced by her fear. She was paling in the face of the demon, even as her blood ran rampant in her veins, conflicting.
"I should have taken you." His voice startled her and she jumped, clenching her hands in the bed linens. Soon he planned to have her fingers wringing the sheets for an entirely different reason. "You fucked the wolf and I can't tell you how disappointed I am about that."
"But I can show you." He purred.
He began to undress. She watched him with fearful eyes, turning away when he slid his jeans over his pale slender hips. Seeing.it would make this all too real for her. The vampire only laughed as he climbed over her form.
Her hands instinctively went up to push against his chest. They proved embarrassingly useless and she eventually settled for her arm being jammed between them.
"Spike, y-you don't wanna do this," she stammered while turning away from his curious lips. "Buffy.she won't forgive this. She'll stake you." She struggled, trying to speak with his weight on her.
"Hmmm, yeah, she might at that." He agreed while snaking a hand to her cunt. Immediately, she tried to slam her legs shut only to be thwarted by his legs between hers. She continued to squeeze in vain as tears spilled from her eyes.
"Cry for me, pet."
More anguished moans escaped her as he fondled her to wetness. It was mechanical, he knew this, but her young inexperienced mind was a blanket of confusion. She did not want this, yet her body told him and her that she was willing to receive him.
"Please don't.no no no no no." She protested verbally even as her hips thrust onto his hand, seeking a little more.
He snatched her by her hair, fisting it tightly. "Tell me no again and I'll turn you over and shag a hole from your arse to your belly button." His gaze penetrated her as did his cock, her slight dampness not enough to ease the way.
To his pleasure, she did not say no again, although he would have had a bit of fun either way.
~~~*~~~
Walking in, Buffy and Xander glanced at Willow's empty desk then at each other. She was always in class before them, unless they arrived together. Even then she bounced happily into her seat quickly, hair swinging behind her, as if she could not wait for the instructions to begin. Her enthusiasm for learning was sometimes annoying to them, since they did not share the same feeling or have the scholastic abilities that the redhead possessed.
Now they longed to hear her chatter excitedly about last night's assignment.
Flopping ungracefully into his seat, Xander leaned over to Buffy.
"He's gonna kill her."
She replied in hushed tones. "Don't say that, Xander. We'll find her tonight. Angel covered half the town last night and we all can search the other half tonight. Spike is bond to show his face somewhere soon."
In truth, Buffy was certain that Spike would not kill Willow. He already had a dead version in the vampire from another reality. He would want Willow alive for as long as possible.
"Rosenberg." The teacher called out, and upon seeing the empty his eyes fell to the boy she was always with.
"Uh.she's sick.I'll give her the assignment today?"
With a nod he continued his mostly silent roll call.
The slayer and her friend exchanged worried glances before facing forward and pretending to pay attention.
~~~*~~~
Nightmares.
This was the stuff from which they were made and Willow knew that if she lived her dreams would be plagued with images from this day forever. It was almost incentive to beg for death.
Almost.
He had been fucking her slowly for about two hours, praising her when she screamed, mocking her when she cried.
"This is what you were made for, pet. To be my little whore. You love having my cock buried deep inside you. Love me filling you, stretching and tearing you," he purred low in her ear, kissing it as he would her mouth. "Tell me." He commanded and groaned when her cunt gripped him harder.
She trembled, another wave of unwanted yet undeniable pleasure washing over her. Her hips rose to meet his and she told him. "Yes, please."
He chuckled and pulled out completely, slamming home the next instant. Her shock amused him so he did it again before the scream could leave her lips. When she was finally able to let it loose, it was shrill and harsh and she was trying to squirm away.
But he was immoveable. His hand slipped between them and he played with her clit. She bucked, reflexive, and began coming around him, crying her shame in silence.
"My pretty little whore, shaking and full of tears.and so fucking wet."
As much as she wanted to deny it, her conviction was not so steadfast
now. She shook her head slightly, perhaps to convince herself, but
she knew not to say no.
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