Pairing - W/S, mentions Aus/D, S/D
Distro - VH, WLS, NHA, RedsSoulmates, Mystifying Dreams, WWOMB, and anyone else that already has my stuff.
Spoiler - season 2
Summary - Angelus was not the one who ate the gypsy.
A/N - My first challenge and I am nervous. I hope this satisfies the challenger!
Thanks to Kat and Jenni for the beta. They took chunks of their days to help me out and I really appreciated it!
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~Part: 1~
"Angelus and William the Bloody." Giles announced, reading the names from a page in the watcher's diaries. "Oh my.it says that the duo is half the scourge of Europe and that William, or Spike, has fought two slayers.and killed them both."
He looked up and removed his glasses, his grey eyes hard and flat underneath the veneer of compassion.
Buffy felt the weight of his stare as well as the others. They were afraid. For her.
"Well, it doesn't matter. They came to my town and will die in my town."
"Spike is a little over a hundred years old, Buffy, and Angelus is close to two hundred and fifty."
"The master was older," she retorted, her confidence unshaken. "They can't be that bad."
"They're that bad."
The tiny voice interrupted from the shadows of the library. Everyone tracked the sound to see Drusilla's haunting image forming in the darkness.
Willow frowned. The vampire had been helping Buffy. She had a soul, but Xander seemed in awe of the pale and ethereal brunette as if the world fell away and there was only she and him. The young hacker had been the recipient of that attention before the vampiric beauty had come along. Jealousy, thy name is Willow.
"Drusilla." Buffy replied. Although she provided much needed guidance, the slayer instinct in her refused to allow her to relax in the vampire's presence.
"Hello lovely slayer." She spoke, her eyes dreamy and unfocused. She was seeing something behind those hazel orbs, a vision or memory.
"What do you know about them?" Giles asked. Her visions were uncannily accurate and he suspected that perhaps she had been a seer before being turned into a demon. It was only a guess, as her past was very much a mystery to them all.
She began to sway as they watched, humming a little. Willow turned away with a shudder. "One is Daddy, the other Childe. Both mine." She closed her eyes as memories of blood and destruction flooded her. It saddened her, the things she did, but those were the actions of a demon with no soul. She was now able to control those primal urges.
Giles tried to make sense of what she said. As was often the case, her apparent insanity made expressing her thoughts difficult. But he knew enough about vampire hierarchy to capture her meaning. "Are you saying.that Angelus made you into a vampire?"
She nodded, smiling eerily. "Oh yes. My Angel is dark and delicious, ready to slash and burn. He brings cities to ruin."
"What about Spike? He made Spike as well? Or did you?"
Again the smile. This time the hazel eyes settled on Xander who smiled back almost as if he were enchanted. Willow was certain that the vampiress felt no remorse for the things she had done before being cursed with a soul, and it angered her that the object of her affections was so captivated by the demon.
"William is a delight, my brave knight. He is my fierce, deadly boy. He destroys pretty girls made to save the world from our kind." Her gaze became focused and this was when she was her scariest, when she was lucid. Her eyes found Buffy's. "He's come to have your blood and will not stop until he succeeds."
Willow raised her hand. "So.um, is that hiding option looking better now?"
"I'm afraid Willow has a point. This will get bad."
Drusilla nodded again, with enthusiasm. "My boy is bright.very thorough, and Angelus is a good teacher. If he has shown himself to you, he already knows you like a lover."
Buffy suppressed a shiver. The idea that a deadly master vampire determined to kill her had been watching her, studying her, without her sensing him, was disturbing. Still, she intended to come out of this the victor.
"The last one, he stalked her for weeks. She even invited him into her home. He played his part so well and she wore blinders in the form of his beauty."
Willow could not deny that the vampire was handsome. In her brief encounter with him in the alley, although it was dark, she noticed his blue eyes. They were intense and penetrated her for the few seconds he gave her his attention. She remembered the wink, full of humor and promise, and wondered if she should mention it to the others. But after saying it in her head, it sounded silly, and she determined that it was an insignificant event. Just the vampire being creepy.
"Do you know where.," Giles started to ask where they could be holed up, but Drusilla was gone, her exit as silent as her entrance.
"We gotta get her a bell." Buffy announced as she loaded up a weapons bag.
~Part: 2~
Everything was not perfect.
She had so wanted everything to be perfect. Snyder's little attempt to blackmail her into planning for the Parent Teacher Night had worked and, with the help of her friends, she made the food, drinks and put up decorations.
Snyder, the crooked-toothed troll, still told her mom everything! She wished he was a demon so that she could slay him, but he obstinately remained human. She had such rotten luck.
An example of that luck was currently combing the halls of her high school searching for her and her friends.
Angelus was tall, broad-shouldered, beautiful. He effectively barked orders at minions, keeping everyone trapped and terrified while Spike, small, compact, angled and handsome, roamed the halls wholly focused on destroying the slayer.
Giles was tucked away in the library and after remembering the hidden exit in the stacks, sent Willow to find Drusilla. His slayer needed all the help she could get.
~~~*~~~
Spike was yelling at a minion when he saw her. His heart nearly beat again as she stood there, a tiny redheaded human held as if an offering.
"Drusilla?" He asked, his head tilted to one side in confusion and long crushed hope. He had not seen nor heard from his sire in one hundred years. He had always known she was not dust, but that was all. She stepped closer to him, holding Willow, who was struggling in her arms.
"My William." Her voice was breathy and full of longing. Willow did not trust that this was just a way to trick the blonde. Drusilla was truly happy to see Spike.
"What happened? Where have you been?" He asked touching her face, gently, as he ignored the human. She leaned into the caress, just as she had a hundred years ago, when they ran the streets of London together, making messes and massacres.
"Something happened to me, Spike. And I care now. I." She looked away trembling.
"Dru." Angelus approached from a hallway. "Is it really you?"
She nodded, tears falling. "Yes Daddy. Your Princess is back."
Willow struggled more and began ranting. "I knew it! They trusted you, but I never did." She spat in anger.
Spike looked at the girl in his sire's arms, amused. "What's this then?"
The vampiress shrugged. "A prezzie.for my dear boy," she said, shoving Willow into Spike's clutches. The hacker began screaming, kicking wildly and in vain at the demon who betrayed her. Spike held her easily. "You can't get her today, Spike. The stars say it won't happen. Take this one and leave. I'll find you later," Drusilla whispered.
Spike nodded, grabbing his sire and taking her mouth in a brutal kiss before turning and disappearing into the night with the redhead.
Angelus watched his childe during the exchange, puzzled that she was not falling at his feet, but still too much in shock to do anything about it. She, however, knew that her own sire would not be as easy to deceive as Spike. She was not sure she even wanted to deceive him. The soul had burdened her for a century, and she was tired of feeling terrible for things she had no control over.
"Angel, you have to go. The slayer is coming."
"Any why aren't you going as well? He inquired.
With a sigh she realized that lying to him was not an option for her, the soul could not override her demon's instinct in his presence.
"I am going.with you. Take me home, Daddy."
~Part: 3~
Spike fled with Willow back to the lair. Along the way he had to drain her until weak so that she would stop fighting him. He entered the factory, passing the inquisitive looks from the minions that were left as guard, and carried the girl to his room. As rooms went it was too bare for his tastes, but Angelus insisted that they keep a low profile until the slayer was dead.
So much for low profiles.
Drusilla, his sire, had been an unexpected surprise. Just seeing her sparked memories and emotions that he knew a demon should not have or express. Yet he did not care. She was his dark goddess and he had found her, finally, and at the most unlikely of places. She was never one for fighting, preferring to have tea with her dolls. That she was in the same town as a slayer indicated something had changed. He resolved to wait until Drusilla came to him to get the answers to the numerous questions he had.
Willow stirred, stretching on the bed where he had laid her. Perhaps he would get some things answered without the wait.
He sat on the bed and nudged her. "Wake up."
Her eyes popped open and she scooted back and away from him until she reached the headboard, immediately aware of her situation. He was studying her, mildly amused, which infuriated her, which amused him more.
"What's your name?"
"Willow." She replied evenly. She could do this, get through this. All she had to do was stall him until Buffy found her. But what if she did not find her? Ever.
"How do you know my sire?"
It took her a moment to realize, one - he was talking and two - what he said. She was extremely busy being terrified.
"I.uh, your sire?" She frowned, gnawing on her bottom lip. The doorway was only about ten feet away, but it may as well have been a mile. She would never be fast enough to get past him.
"Drusilla. You said you never trusted her. So you must know her."
"Oh.She helps Buffy sometimes."
Buffy..Buffy. "The SLAYER!?" He roared.
She leaped from the bed in a mad dash for freedom. His quickly extended arm and powerful hand gripping her flailing arm extinguished that hope. He flung her and her momentum sent her to the bed and over the side onto the rug. She tried to break her fall and felt something in her finger snap.
He watched her collide clumsily with the floor and heard a bone break. She began a low moaning, in pain, but wanting to be quiet about it.
"Get up," he ordered. She struggled to her feet, cradling her right hand with her left as she cried silently.
Good. He was fairly sure she was right-handed, most humans were, and this would slow down her escape efforts. "So my sire helps the slayer." He was monumentally disappointed by this, but needed to hear from Drusilla first before passing judgment.
Willow nodded her answer, but added a verbal "Yes," as well.
There was a loud slam and they both looked toward the doorway. Spike knew it to be the heavy metal door of the factory's entrance. Angelus was back. He pulled her to him and left the bedroom. As they traveled the length of the factory, Willow noticed a long dining table to the right. Several vampires were seated there and they all looked up as she was dragged along by the blonde, curious and hungry.
Entering a darkened room, Spike stopped and lit a candle, revealing Angelus and Drusilla. Both were situated on a settee of dark blue velvet with pewter piping. Angelus' gaze lifted, giving Willow a cursory glance as he directed a warm smile at Spike.
"She's back." The two brunettes were holding hands.
Spike was reserved, having a bit more information than his grandsire. "Why did you leave, Dru?"
"William, give her a moment. She's been alone all these years. Without us. She'll answer to all that soon."
Spike worked his jaw, but remained silent.
"Why do you have that thing?" Angelus pointed at Willow distastefully.
Her natural response was to object to being called a thing, but since these two, pardon, three vampires could end her life without batting an eyelash, she concluded that silence was a better option.
"Oh. Dru gave her to me." He looked Willow over, only noticing her as a female of the species for the first time. Willow twisted away from his gaze, feeling degraded. Spike took her chin between cool fingers, turning her to examine her at odd angles. "She knows our Princess. Says Dru has been helping the slayer."
Angelus grabbed his childe firmly. "Drusilla, you're not housebroken are you? I mean, this is just an act, right?"
"Oh, Daddy!" She cried, pulling out of his grasp. "They did something to me and it hurts inside if I hurt people."
His brown eyes narrowed. "Who did something to you, kitten?"
"I don't know." She moaned as Spike swallowed hard and looked away. The misery in her voice was thick and palpable. It made him ache. "I ate the girl, the gypsy girl that Grandmummy brought for me. I think I made them angry. And then they made me care."
A soul. The vampire could smell it on her now that he was aware of it. And looking into her eyes he could see it.
Angelus remembered the night after Drusilla did not come home well. Darla had insisted that they slaughter an entire Romani village. Angelus did not ask why, or care. A massacre was always nice in his book.
"Did Darla know?"
She nodded "Oh yes.she told me to go away. That you and William were ashamed of me like this. Are you, Daddy?"
He pulled her to him and she cuddled against his chest. "No, Princess, we aren't ashamed of you at all."
Over her head his brown eyes met cold blue ones.
~Part: 4~
Spike was furious. A hundred years of unlife without his sire because of that bitch.
Willow watched him warily as he paced the floor and ranted. He had half carried, half dragged her back to his room and tossed her onto the bed. She had no idea what he was talking about most of the time, but nodded appropriately when he addressed her with a question or comment. He also took a moment to tape up her broken finger, very carefully setting the bone so that it healed properly, which gave her hope as to her continued existence. All this while he fumed about someone named Darla,
After an hour or so he was spent and sat down on the bed. Instinctively, she leaned away from him. He noticed but said nothing, bending over to unlace and remove his boots instead. Standing, he pulled his shirt over his head and went to remove his jeans, ceasing at the indelicate squawk emitted by the girl.
"What?" He asked crossly.
She was afraid to answer, but more afraid to remain silent. "Uh. your pants.you, um, have pajamas?"
He stared at her for a moment, unblinking, before realizing that she was serious. "I don't wear soddin' pajamas."
She was fidgeting with the comforter and staring at a spot on the wall to the left of his head.
"Undress," he commanded, hiding his delight when her eyes widened comically. They were expressive and green and huge. He decided he wanted to see what they looked like when he slipped his cock inside her.
"I don't have." She trailed off. It was obvious that he had no intention on allowing her that dignity. She scooted from the bed and stood. The skirt she wore was short and brightly colored with splashes of purple, pink and red that screamed at him to rip his eyes out. As soon as she had taken it off, he snatched it from her. She jumped, startled by his sudden movement, and began to cry as he tore it into shreds.
He frowned and rolled his eyes, incredulously. "It's only a skirt," he growled, annoyed by her hysterics. The night had been long and emotionally draining for a demon who was not supposed to have all these emotions. He wanted to sleep and she was going to keep him warm.
"You're scaring me," she whispered.
That made him smile.
He approached her and removed her clenched hands from her shirt, unbuttoning the blouse as he spoke. "I'm supposed to frighten you, luv. I wouldn't be a proper demon if I didn't." Pulling her shirt back off of her shoulders, he let the garment slide down her arms and to the ground. Underneath it all she wore a cream lacy bra and panties that matched. She was thin and muscled, pale and pretty. His fingers brushed over the top of one breast while her flesh rose in goose-pimples.
"Who do you wear those for?" He asked, wondering if she had a boyfriend.
"I...no one. I mean, they were pretty. Just pretty." She stammered as she blushed from his intent look and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"That they are," he remarked.
He proceeded to remove his pants as she stood there, shaking. To her fascinated horror, he wore no underthings and she got her first unobstructed view of an erect penis as he padded, barefoot and unmindful of his nudity, to the bed and climbed under the linens.
She did not follow.
"Are you just going to stand there?" She nodded that she would. "For the love of Satan.get in the bed now." She still didn't move. "If I have to force you, it will make me very happy, but you.not so much."
He watched her mentally weigh her options and saw the decision as it descended over her being like a shroud. Her steps were small and slow, yet determined, as she came to the bed and slipped in. She lay as close to the edge as possible. Spike just chuckled, reached for her, encircled her waist, and pulled her into a spooning position.
Her heat was amazing, bleeding into him instantly. It had been a while since he had anyone other than Angelus in his bed. As he snuggled into her tense body, drifting off to sleep, he heard his sire and hers engaging in a reunion of sorts. He was still angry and wanted explanations, but knew that soon he would be invited to join in that reunion and that he would not decline.
~~~*~~~
Willow had a more difficult time finding sleep.
There was a psychotic, sadistic vampire draped around her nearly nude body. Except that he had not behaved very psychotically or sadistically at all.
Yes, he was evil and yes, he was unpredictable, but he had not really hurt her and seemed to be riding an emotional rollercoaster. But vampires did not have emotions, at least none of the fluffy variety.
He was asleep. He had been breathing, a habit left over from his human life of which Angelus had failed to rid the blonde. Suddenly he stopped and lay utterly still. It was bizarre and unnerving to realize she was actually being embraced by a corpse. She wanted to get up and run away, that would be the smart thing to do. Slowly, she lifted his arm, it was heavy, dead weight, but she crowed in triumph when she successfully freed herself from his embrace. With agonizingly small movements, she crept to the edge of the bed. After what could have been ten minutes or thirty, she was at the edge and slipped off silently. Rising to her feet, she picked up her shirt. It was not much, but she did not dare try for her shoes and her skirt was in tatters. Her hand touched the door knob and she looked back. He was still asleep and she breathed a sigh of relief as she turned the handle without making a sound.
"Where do you think you're going, pet?"
She screeched and spun around to find Spike standing less than a foot from her, grinning like the devil as her heart try to leap from her chest.
"Oh God!. Spike. I, uh.I have to, um .you know... go to the bathroom." She whispered the last part as if it were a secret.
"Uh huh," he replied.
She stood there shifting from foot to foot in front of him. Waiting.
It didn't take long. He grabbed her by the arms and tossed her to the bed.
"Spike.please!" she cried out as he tore her underwear from her. "Nooooo! No!"
He ceased his movements, gripping her by the chin with an inhumanly strong hand. "Oh, pretty pet, this will happen. I can give you pleasure or pain. Either way, I'll tire you out and get you to sleep one way or another."
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She had to give it to him. He was very efficient.
After his declaration Willow had been terrified. His hands drifting over her, touching places he ought not to touch, making her tremble. She was on her back with him on his side next to her, exploring her slowly. He was in no hurry.
At the apex of her thighs was a nest of sherry colored curls. He ran his cool fingers through them, watching the goosebumps rise on her pale skin. She was being incredibly still, he mused, so afraid yet aroused. That pleased him and he planned to show her his appreciation soon.
Leaning over her, he placed a kiss on her belly, where it was concaved. The muscles underneath rippled as she swallowed a moan. He heard it just the same, and let his tongue taste her, trailing kisses down her body until he met her clit. His tongue circled around the swollen bundle of nerves as he sucked gently, inhaling periodically. She smelled amazing to him.
She clutched the sheets, unmindful of her broken finger, her head rolling from side to side as she tried, in vain, to fight the sensations building within her. No hands, save her own, had even been 'down there' and she was mortified that he was seeing her and touching her this way. Yet she also had to refrain from pushing his head down and grinding into his face.
She had masturbated before so in theory she understood what was happening, but this was beyond anything she had managed to do to herself. For a while she ceased to breathe as everything in the world tightened around her until she became dizzy and sucked in huge gulps of air. And then it was out of her control. Her hands flew to his head, tangling in the stiffness of the gel that held it in place, as her legs fell open in invitation. He sucked on her clit harder, kissing her lips and slipping his tongue inside her hot channel.
She cried out as she came, bucking against him, nearly pulling his hair from his head. The pain of it had him growling as he changed into the demon and slid his fangs into her cunt. She screamed and stiffened, pain overwhelming her pleasure until the drinking began. As her blood was pulled to his waiting lips she relaxed, lulled, entranced. She was spicy, hot and full of innocence. He drank enough to sate his demon and make her weak and then removed his fangs.
Licking his lips, he crept up her body, studying her face. She was content. And tired.
Good.
He wondered if his sire intended to give him such a delightful pet. Drusilla always had a way of knowing just what a bloke wanted.
~Part: 5~
Noon brought with it an interesting development.
Angelus came knocking on Spike's door wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. It got even bigger when he smelled the scent of sex in the air.
"Spike, my boy. I have good news," he announced.
The blonde rolled over from his extremely comfortable and warm position, being tucked around Willow, and glared at his grandsire. "It's too soddin' early for news of any kind, Angelus."
The older vampire laughed, stepping into the room. "She's free of it."
"Of what?" Spike had turned his attention back to Willow, who was slowly waking up. He nuzzled into the back of her neck, reveling in the warmth and softness there.
"The soul. I think I fucked it out of her." He was nearly giggling.
Spike sat up quickly, startling Willow to fully awake, and gazed into brown eyes. "You're serious," he stated, getting up to go to her.
"Very. We also have a problem. The minions that have been keeping watch in the sewers say the slayer is on a rampage, killing everything in sight.looking for her." He nodded toward the redhead currently trying to be inconspicuous in Spike's bed. "If we give her back, she'll most likely back off for a while and then we can."
"I'm not giving her back. She's a prezzie. from Dru. And I mean to keep her."
Angelus' eyes narrowed as he really looked at Spike. Then he rolled them, tossing his hands in the air. The blonde was taken with the girl. He had always been such a sucker for love.
He chose not to argue with Spike now. In a few days he expected him to grow bored with the girl. They could then return to her to her friends, a little worse for wear, but alive. He normally did not care about appeasing a human, especially his enemy, but with Drusilla's return to the fold, he wanted as few complications as possible. Waiting a bit certainly would not make a huge difference.
"All right.chain her up and go see your sire. She's asking for you."
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Spike was thoughtful when he returned from his visit with Drusilla. He was also covered in scratches and bruises and bites. He looked very happy.
Willow just wanted a toilet and maybe a shower.
"Um.Spike?" She was a few minutes away from an accident now that he was back and the possibility of a bathroom came with him.
"Yeah, luv," he replied, still dazed from a delightful session of sex and submission with his dark princess.
"I have to use the bathroom, really."
He glanced at her, noting her distressed look and how she crossed and tensed her legs. He released her from the chains and helped her up, before deciding to carry her. The minions were all about and she would probably piss herself if one of them made a move toward her. None dared to approach him as he carried her to the bathroom on the other side of the factory.
He set her down and she half skipped, half ran into one of the stalls. Moments later, she emerged, looking less stressed and more alert.
The bathroom, she observed, was industrial in appearance. There were about eight stalls and over to the left was an open bank of five shower heads. A section of lockers made up the far wall, but there were not enough of them to be a school. Guessing, she asked, "Was this place a factory or something?"
He shrugged, annoyed that she was taking in everything around her and analyzing it, yet pleased that she was so intelligent. Angelus was no dummy, but had no desire to join the twenty-first century. So it fell upon the younger vampire to handle all things technologically advanced. With her, he could have a decent conversation about what was happening in the new world in which he stalked and killed.
"I don't have any clothes," she stated.
"You don't need any," he replied, amazed at the amount of blood rushing to her face and neck. The demon wanted to taste it, now, from the font where he would turn her when the time came.
"I need clothes and I need food and I need to shower. Please."
He nodded, amused by her gall. "All right then." He stuck his head out of the door that he had been leaning on and called out to someone. Seconds later she heard a conversation, mostly Spike mumbling something to the other, whom she assumed to be a minion.
He turned back to her. "Take your shower. You'll have food and clothes in a bit."
Realizing that he was going nowhere, she turned away from him and took off her wrinkled shirt and her bra, tossing them away from the area so they would not get wet. She picked a head and turned on the water. It came out cold at first, but she just let it freeze her until it warmed up.
Spike watched her as the water sluiced over her body. She really was a small thing. Feminine in everyway, but tiny. He would have to be careful with her, she was so easily broken. His eyes darkened as her hand slid across her abdomen. She was not trying to be sensual. Satan only knew that if she realized she was provoking this kind of response in him she would probably die from fear.
Her back facing him now, although she had to twist a little to let the water hit her other side. He stripped quickly and came up behind her.
"No! Oh no..." She whimpered, fighting only until she felt his erection pressing into the crack of her ass. Then she went limp, her breath ragged with fright.
"So pretty," he whispered, his lips tickling her ear, yet she felt it in her cunt. "You'll enjoy it, don't worry." Brushing wet locks of hair over one shoulder, he placed a kiss at the base of her neck, resisting the need he felt to sink his fangs in and claim her. That would come later.
"Please don't." She begged. He only smiled into her flesh while positioning his cock at her entrance. She shook her head furiously as if that would make this all go away, but he pushed without another thought. Until he came to a barrier.
A virgin. He really should have known. Her blood was full of innocence. He blamed it on Dru returning to them, putting him off his game. He slid out of her and turned her around, putting her back to the wall. She was glancing down, too horrified to look at him.
"You're a virgin, pet. It'll be easier for you this way." Lifting her up, he guided her into wrapping her legs around his waist and thrust up into her in one fluid motion. She screamed, clutching at him as the sound reverberated off the tile. He waited a few seconds before he started pumping into her.
At first it was painful, hot and searing, but eventually that gave way to something odd and pleasing. There was still pain, but there was also an all-consuming tension that started in her center and spread, unwanted but unstoppable, like disease, throughout her frame, until all she knew was his cock. He leaned her against the smooth tiled wall and held her hips as he fucked her slowly, his hardness sliding in and out of her tightness at a pace that both aggravated and excited him. He wanted to let loose and screw her into the wall and tear into her until she was no more, but something held him in check. The demon in him saw her as a possible companion. If he destroyed her now, he would never know what they could be.
Her tiny hands found their way to his head and she clenched and released his hair in time with his strokes. Working a hand between them he massaged her clit, the fluttering around him immediate and ceasing only to become rhythmic contractions as she came, whispering his name.
He never stopped, never slowed. He could fuck her forever. They had time.
~Part: 6~
She was sore. Her legs, arms, back, abdomen all felt as if she had trained for a marathon. The aching between her legs rounded out the pain, put everything into perspective. She opened her eyes to find that she was back in Spike's room.alone. The chains hung over the headboard, but were not attached to her. She supposed that she was grateful. She leaned up on her elbows as her muscles protested and glanced around the room. There was a small table off to the side of the bed, more like an elaborate tray. It was covered with grapes and strawberries, a few muffins and a plastic bottle of water. Draped over the foot of the bed were clothes, jeans and a blouse. She noted the lack of undergarments and hoped to speak to Spike about that.
Lifting the sheet from her she scooted out of the bed, and stood up, stretching gingerly. She winced. He had bitten her again, this time on the neck. It had been violent and painful and she was angry about it, but did not know what that anger would get her if Spike felt it.
There were no windows and no clocks in his room. She had no idea about the time and was a little shaky on the date. Concentrating, she finally settled on having been captive for a little over a day, although that was a guess at best.
She dressed in the clothes and began eating the food he had left for her. His brisk entrance as she finished the first muffin startled her. His eyes were stormy, not the normal icy blue that she was becoming accustomed to, but something darker and changing.
"What's wrong?" She spoke before thinking, and silently cursed herself for being concerned.
"We're leaving."
~~~*~~~
What he meant was, 'they were moving, and she was coming along for the ride'.
Buffy's search was getting dangerously close to the lair. Angelus and Spike were on opposing sides regarding giving Willow back. Spike in a snit was not something the older vampire was prepared to deal with at the moment. So in the end Angelus decided that leaving Sunnydale and taking the girl was the only option that was acceptable to all parties.
Willow begged to differ. No one cared.
She watched as the minions packed up trunks. A moving company showed up at some point and began loading a large truck.
"Where are you taking me?" Willow asked Spike when he seemed to settle down and take a moment to relax. That he would not find twenty questions relaxing was not something she considered.
"Angelus has a few homes. We'll go to one and lay low for a while."
Drusilla appeared as if from nowhere. She was beautiful and happy, different from the shadow Willow had thought she had known.
"I see my William has been taking good care of my gift."
Willow stiffened. This was her first chance to see the vampire without her soul and she was frightening. It was nothing she could put her finger on, the brunette just radiated evil. "Why'd you take me, Dru?"
The vampiress gave the redhead her full consideration. "The others trusted me. Xander, silly puppy, wanted me. But you never did. Smart kitten." When Willow frowned Drusilla got down on her knees and wedged her way between the redhead's thighs, stroking them. "You did not belong with them, nor did I. Daddy needs me and so does sweet William, but he needed someone to play with. Talk to. That is you."
She felt like screaming. This was not happening to her. She was not being abducted by vampires to be a toy for a spoiled brat. "I want to go home," she demanded, as tear spilled over her red cheeks.
Drusilla smiled and walked away as Spike took her face in his hands and kissed her gently on her forehead.
"You are home, Willow."
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The night was inky black. Only a few stars peeked through the clouds above. It would rain soon. She smelled it in the air as she was escorted to the SUV. Angelus had refused to allow Spike to drive his Desoto with Willow in it. The blonde knew why - his grandsire was still under the impression that he would allow Willow to return to Sunnydale at some point and did not want her harmed by Spike's wild driving.
So he had reluctantly handed his keys over to Lucius and joined his elders in the large looming vehicle, taking Willow with him.
Drusilla and Angelus spoke in whispers, sometimes turning around to engage Spike in their conversation. The youngest of the trio was oddly quiet. Everyone was being careful not to say anything, but he was the reason they were leaving Sunnydale without fulfilling their mission. He was stubborn and Angelus was indulgent. It had been that way since Drusilla left and apparently her homecoming did not change anything.
Willow stared out into the night, unwilling to listen to them carry on as if this were normal. It wasn't. Nothing about this was normal. Her thoughts were interrupted by him nudging her.
"Get some sleep. When we stop I plan to shag you all day," he whispered.
She shuddered and closed her eyes, trying not to think about the soreness already throbbing between her legs. She wanted to hate him, but found she was lacking the energy to fuel such an emotion. He was only being what he was, just as she was being human when she cringed away from his touch. And it was not so awful. If possessive sex and indescribable orgasms were the price she had to pay for not being tortured and beaten, then she suspected that she could deal.
They sped along, a minion driving them toward a destination that she did not know, to a fate she could not understand and a life that she would never leave.
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