The Road to Rio

Author: Femailofthespecies

I adopted the plot bunny from Fayth. I hope she likes how he is growing up

Bunny ~ What if Willow did the spell in Lover’s Walk?

Spoilers – Up to Season 3, LW.

Notes: As usual Angel is Spike’s ever-loving daddy. Spike says so himself.

Here goes nothing!

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~Part: 1~

The blonde vampire whistled as he drove along the uneven payment leading to the factory that he once called home. The witch would cast the spell and he would get his Princess back. The remnants of his liquor-induced headache were fading.

He grinned, dragging deeply on his cigarette as he remembered ditching his poof of Sire and that bitch of a Slayer at the Magic Shop.

"Idiots are probably still wandering ‘round clear on other side of town trying to find them," he chuckled to himself.

Spike parked the Desoto in the back, hidden from view, and got out, bringing the bags of spell ingredients with him. His disposition was light after having a nice "spot of violence" and screwing with his Sire, however as he approached the entrance to the factory basement, a dark cloud invaded his mood. Four heartbeats. Not two ~ four! He concentrated on the scents and determined one was the tall brunette bint and the other was a werewolf? He put his packages down quietly and stepped into a shadow as the wolf came charging up the stairs, never noticing the deadly vampire as he rushed to find help.

~~~*~~~

"Well, well pet. Looks like the cavalry came for you after all. A motley crew, they are." He commented as Xander attended to the wounded Cordelia.

"Stay away from her, Spike, or I swear I’ll kill you!" He screamed helplessly from the cavern below the steps. The vampire just laughed and focused his attention back on his prize, lunging for Willow as she tried to run past him in a panic.

"Told you little girl, we’ve got a spell to do. But since your friends here are party crashers we need a new location. This one is just too crowded for my tastes." He announced, giggling as the writhed against him to free herself. Quickly growing tired of her struggles, he punched her in the face, knocking the redhead out. Satisfied that she wouldn’t be a bother for a while, he threw the young hacker over his shoulder and grabbed the two bags, leaving the factory and Sunnydale.

~~~*~~~

When Willow woke the first thing she thought was that the stupid vampire hit her. Actually punched her in the face, which was definitely swollen.

"So you’re finally up." He was eerily calm as he reached to touch her bruised cheek.

Willow flinched, hitting her head on the window behind her Stars encroached upon her vision while she took she notice of her surroundings. Black windows, motion, big steeling wheel. <Just great.>

"Um, where are we going?" She asked, rubbing the knot that was already forming below her hair.

"Your friends showed up, uninvited I might add and now were going to have a more...private party." He kept his eye on the road as he spoke.

Everything came back to her then: the basement, the kiss, Oz and Cordelia. She groaned, frustrated at herself for the kiss. Oz trusted her and she betrayed him and now... now she couldn’t even explain.

"Are they okay? Did you hurt them?" Her voice trembled with the promise of tears. He reveled in the salty smell just barely in the air, even as she held them back.

"You’ll have to earn those answers my little redheaded." He advised her, giving no indication of what she would have to do.

"I want to go home...I have homework and a paper due and I need to tell Oz what happened. He... I...Spike, please let me go." The let her tears fall freely. The blonde looked at her lovingly, inhaling the air around them.

"Such sweet, delicious agony, pet. What secrets are you harboring?" He inquired, raising a scared eyebrow. She looked away from him, not wanting him to see her betrayal. In comparison to what the vampire had done her transgression would appear trivial, but it was hers nonetheless.

Also this was not the Spike that held her in the factory. No...he was much more like the one that first came to Sunnydale. Focused, unpredictable and deadly. Oh and ridiculously handsome. He was somehow remote and detached while seeming serene and infallible. Earlier she thought that the drunken version was more dangerous, however now she was a afraid she had been terribly mistaken in that assumption.

~~~*~~~

"Wake up, Witch," Spike said, shaking her shoulder. They were in the parking lot of a motel, one of the better ones to her surprise.

"Stay here and don’t move. If I find you gone or if you call for help, I’ll drain every man, woman and child in this place which is something that I would bloody love to do right now. Understand?" He growled. He was still in a funk over Dru and had to fight the urge to drain the witch in his anger. <At least until she did the spell.>

Willow nodded, green eyes wide with the knowledge that he would do all of that and more if she crossed him.

"Right then. I’ll be back. Try not to miss me too much." He smirked, getting out of the car and letting in the cool night air.

She sat and waited as instructed, fully aware that he would male good on his promise. Not five minutes later he returned and drove around to the back, parking the so very recognizable Desoto where it couldn’t be seen from the road.

"Out." He ordered, holding her door open. He dragged her to the trunk, removed a duffle bag and a backpack and led her to their room.

"Sit," He ordered again as he shoved her toward the only bed in the room. She landed with a slight thud, glaring at him while Spike searched the duffel, pulling out handcuffs, with which he quickly entrapped his captive.

Satisfied that she was safely secured to the headboard, the vampire went about the task of day-proofing the room, ignoring her protests and pleas.

Once done, he lit and cigarette and pulled out a cell phone. Willow watched with covert interest as the nearly two hundred year old master vampire made easy use of modern technology.

"It’s me. Put him on......Meet me at the usual in 20... yeah, got a little rabbit with big ears here," he directed a feral grin at Willow, who failed miserably at feigning disinterest. "Bring the newest one...Everything still in there?..." He turned away from his nosey prisoner whispering too low for her human ears, "Yea, and I’ll need some clothes for her..."He looked Willow over appraisingly and added, "Size three...whatever else you think... right."

Pressing end, he slipped the phone in his duster pocket and crushed his smoke out in the ashtray.

"Look Red, I’ll be back. Don’t try screaming. Or casting. Something bad’ll happen to all the nice people if you do." He looked at her expectantly and nodded once she did.

It was with sinking hope that she watched him leave, a bit angry that she didn’t ask for the remote.

~~~*~~~

Two hours later the vampire returned to find a slightly perturbed witch.

"Where have you been? I need to...to go to the bathroom. And you have me chained to this bed and I’m crooked and uncomfortable. I have a cramp... in my back!" She ranted.

He watched her, amusement clearly present in his striking blue eyes, but he said nothing and made no move to free her from her present condition.

"Well?" She demanded.

The vampire set down the suitcase and other packages, relaxing his sinewy form in the chair provided for the occupants dubious pleasure.

"Spike! Let me out of these. I have to go now!" She yelled, this time slightly less angry and a lot more panicky. Still the vampire saw her without seeing her.

"Please Spike. Let me go to the bathroom. I’ll behave and won’t try anything. Please..." She stared, while he stood up gracefully and released her from her bindings.

"That’s better, pet. Hurry out. I have some things for you." He told her as she sprang from the bed to the bathroom, slamming the door in her haste.

Her business done, Willow turned on the faucet leaning over and drinking water straight from the tap. It was her first drink in nearly twelve hours and she was parched. She splashed her face, taking a clean white towel to dry herself. With a trembling hand she grasped the doorknob and returned to her fate.

Spike handed her a bag, inside of which was a large sub sandwich, various fruit and two bottles of juice. She immediately tore into the sandwich. "Thank you," she said quietly, through a mouthful of bread and meat.

"Look witch. I don’t fancy having to tie you up and such all day, everyday. I’d actually love to tie you up and do so many other things to your beautiful, pale flesh," his eyes glazed over with depraved images and for a moment a fear gripped Willow, clenching around her heart. "But I’d rather be able to trust you. So here’s my offer... I’ll only tie you up when I leave and you are free to move as you please unless you do something to break my trust. But the punishment will be severe if you disobey me, luv. So make the choice. Can you trust yourself to be trusted?"

She despised the merriment she found in his eyes, but she agreed to his terms, unaware and too naive to inquire what punishment could entailed.

~~~*~~~

"Can you do the spell now? Here in the room?" Spike inquired after Willow finished her meal. She had been ravenous, consuming the entire sandwich, a juice, a banana and two pears. She was tired and full and every cell in her body was craving sleep.

"I can do it anywhere as long as we have everything." She answered sleepily. She hoped he would let her lay down for a few hours first, but no such luck.

He clapped strong pale hands once before rubbing them together. "Well then, let’s get to it!"

~Part: 2~

The young witch flopped on the bed, fatigued and irritable. She was close to her breaking point with the relentlessly energetic vampire. The spell was done and all she wanted to do was go back to Sunnydale and sleep in her own bed. Sundown was in a few hours, just a little longer and she would be on her way. Rolling on her side she let sleep take her over as she awaited the end of the day.

Spike gazed at the exhausted girl. Drained from casting, she was pale as his kind. He really hadn’t noticed that before, how creamy and smooth her skin was. He entertained the thought of chaining the chit, so that if she woke she couldn’t run on him, but decided to keep his promise to her. Instead he slid next to her and embraced the small redhead, spooning her and effectively preventing any escape with awakening him. Satisfied that she could not wiggle free of his arms, the vampire fell to the darkness inside his own mind.

~~~*~~~

Honeysuckle. Everywhere she turned she saw and smelled honeysuckle. The fragile white flowers fell on her head from branches above her in shower. She plucked one from her blood red tresses, bringing it to her nose. Smiling, the witch inhaled the delicate and delicious scent. The ground below her was nearly blanketed as if there was a recent snowfall and she could not resist sitting and then laying down in the flowers, allowing them to surround her with their pale beauty and intoxicating aroma and in which she eventually slept.

Slowly she was awakened. The honeysuckle was ever present in her mind, clouding her thoughts, but as she opened one eye, the shockingly blonde hair in her vision was enough to bring reality crashing down.

Spike and the spell.

And now Spike in the bed. With her. She chanced a peek downward and released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. All clothes present and accounted for. She leaned up, or tried to until discovering herself trapped within the magnificently strong arms of the sleeping vampire.

Resigned to her fate for the moment she took the opportunity to study her captor. He was unusually handsome. Even when he was all fangy, there was an odd attractiveness, most evident in his cocky assuredness. But right now he was wearing his human visage, so deceptive with his pale, nearly translucent skin, hollowed cheeks and penetrating blue eyes (if he were awake). Almost innocent and boyish. All in all he was quite an impressive package, totally pleasing to the eye and apparently to the nose as well as that honeysuckle sweetness was emitting from the blonde like a drug meant to intoxicate those within range. Breathing him in deeply, Willow could not help but wonder if he tasted as good as her senses told her he would. <Where did that come from?>

She shut her eyes tightly as she shut her more unWillowy thoughts safely away in her mind. She needed to go to the bathroom and would have to wake Spike to get free. She’d never woken a vampire before and did not know what to expect so she was a little unnerved when she opened her eyes to find Spike’s eyes open as well, sparkling with humor and mischief. He smiled at her surprise.

"Morning Red." Spike wonder what the girl had been thinking to entice such a blush. He could hear her heart pounding hard.

"Oh hi, Spike! Uh... I guess it’s good morning for you. I mean it isn’t really morning, but since your day kinda starts now I think that good morning is the appropriate way to say hey. Sooo, hey. Um... Spike? I really have to go...you know..." She tilted her head back towards the bathroom.

The blonde release the lock-down hold he had on the redhead and rolled over to grab a cigarette from the bed table. "Why don’t you get dressed. I have some clothes for you in that case over there." He gestured to the little alcove before the bathroom proper where a sink and closet were, smoke trailing his hand.

Willow picked up the case and dragged it in the bathroom with her. After taking care of life’s necessities, she open the case staring in shock at it’s contents. Several changes of clothes, including 2 pair of leather pants??? one red one black. Underwear, very Victoria underwear, bathgels and other toiletries and boots. It appeared that she was packed for a road trip. <What the hell...?>

"Uh Spike?" She called through the door.

"Yeah luv?"

"Why do you have all these things for me?" <God please don’t let him say what I think he’s gonna say...>

"Well I can’t you have you wearing the same clothes everyday. Gets boring, it does. And you won’t smell properly refreshed." He answered, deliberately avoiding her real question.

"Spiiiike!" She whined. "Why do I NEED to have clothes for more than tonight? I did the spell. You’re taking me home, right? She asked while opening the door to see the confirmation of her assumption.

His face was decidedly unreadable as he studied her. His demon waited to see if she would challenge him, force him to bend her to his will.

"You’re dropping me of at a bus station?" She was still hopeful that she would be home soon.

He shook his head slightly, but it was enough.

"You’re gonna kick me out of the room and I have to find my own way back?" <Oh please oh please oh please!>

"You and me Red? We’re taking a little trip." Willow began to protest, but was silenced by a gold flickering in the bleached blonde’s eyes. "See once I know the spell worked I’ll send you back to your little friends, safe as houses. Understood?" He stared at the redheaded hacker until she nodded.

Spike could sense the anger rolling off the girl in waves. Soon she would tire of this game and up the ante. Her bright green eyes, full of fire, betrayed the placid and easygoing facade that she’d cultivated. Eventually she would put up a fight and his demon would greet that day with glee. It was also happy that she was submitting to him, if only temporarily.

"Right then. Go on and get yourself dressed. I like the leather, pet, so make sure you put one of them on." He eyed her, making sure she knew it was not a suggestion. "Then we’ll get you something for that growling tummy. I can hear it from here." He complained, stubbing out his smoke.

"Spike?"

"Red?" He rolled his eyes, not wanting to answer anymore questions.

"What are you gonna have for breakfast?"

"I’ll just snack on the first little girl that asked to many questions and doesn’t hurry up and get dressed." He replied flatly.

Not three seconds later, the vampire heard the shower start, almost muffling the delightful symphony of her heart pounding and blood rushing. Almost...

~~~*~~~

Several days earlier they had crossed the border into Mexico. Spike took great pleasure in showing Willow the sites of the larger cities. As a reward for not trying to escape her told her that her friends were all alive when he left them. None had become snack food for the blonde. She was relieved and began relaxing a bit. She trusted Spike to be truthful with her and believed he would send her home eventually.

His car, a black Durango equipped with everything from a DVD/VCR player to UV ray filter tinted windows, hummed along the dark highway. Willow recalled her surprise when they left the motel, in Indio she discovered later, to get into this beautiful driving machine. It was certainly an improvement over the DeSoto filled with bottles and cans, but she had mixed feelings over its presence. Obviously, this would make the journey much more comfortable, however it also cemented the fact that she was not going home and was, in fact, in for quite the adventure, if she survived.

Over the past few days she discovered what it really meant to be a master vampire. The blonde had minions and friends everywhere, all enthusiastic to have an opportunity to serve their master and get in his good graces. He was a fair and fun-loving master, but quickly dealt brutal, and often fatal, punishment to those that disobeyed him. He also had unlimited funds, giving no thought to spending any amount of money on the young witch.

The vampire had also been considerate of her human status, stopping often for food and bathroom breaks as well as killing his own dinner discreetly. Part of her was curious to watch, as he always looked so much more at peace upon returning from a hunt. She wondered at the transformation.

Now they were headed for a large village where he owned a villa. She was anxious to get somewhere stationary and sleep in a bed.

"We’re nearly there, luv." He grinned over at the girl. Despite herself the witch was enjoying Spike’s company. He had a razor-sharp mind and was well versed on many subjects. It didn’t hurt that he was exceedingly gorgeous and smelled like heaven. She was continuously amazed by him, sometimes forgetting he was a demon who might kill her as soon as she wore out her usefulness.

"Oh good. I can’t wait to soak in a tub." She announced, missing the leer from the blonde.

"We are gonna stay here for a bit until I can locate Dru."

"Okay. Where is here?"

"It’s called Arista. The villa is on the beach."

"Can we swim?" Spike chuckled at her excitement.

"Not likely, luv. This time of year the water is choppy and such. Too dangerous. But there’s a pool and jacuzzi."

"Spike?"

"Hmm?"

"Will we be here for Christmas?" She was Jewish and didn’t celebrate but she did miss her friends and couldn’t bare not seeing them over the holidays. She briefly thought about her parents, however their constant absence had long ago deadened any actual need for them.

"Don’t know. Depends on when I find my Dru." Glancing over, he took in her appearance. So much paler than that night of the spell, but those eyes never dulled, shining like precious emeralds. <What is that? That’s not... she better not...Oh Satan below... the chit is crying!>

"Look I’ll try to get you back by then, alright pet? But you better hope your mojo worked."

She wiped the back of her hands over her eyes, nodding and embarrassed that she’d cried again. She wanted to be strong, not give the evil vampire things to use against her later.

"Sorry."

"Don’t be. Let’s just get there." He pulled her warm hand into his, rubbing the back soothingly with his thumb. "There is one thing that I have to do before we get there."

She waited for him to continue, knowing he would.

"I have to mark you. As mine..." Three, two, one.

"WHAT!?" She yanked her hand back, glaring at him. If it weren’t so serious Spike would have laughed. <Cor, she is so cute when in a piss.>

Faster than she could see the blonde snatched her by the hair bringing her ear to his mouth, eyes never leaving the road. "I’m not asking your permission, Red. I am marking you before we get to the villa. My minions here, while trustworthy, have been out of my presence for nearly a year. They’ll have to get...acclimated... to taking orders again. I don’t intend for you to be a lesson. I will mark you. They all understand what that means and won’t dare to touch you."

"Okay, okay...please let go." He shoved her away roughly and brought the car to a stop on the side of the road.

"Come here." He ordered.

She stared, trembling. "Will it hurt?" She whispered. He softened at her quiet words, savoring her fear.

"Yes, some. But it doesn’t have to. I can make it horribly painful or sinfully pleasurable. Why don’t you tell which one you prefer, luv?" Spike’s demon was dancing, delighted at the chance to corrupt the girl.

"Umm, duh? I’ll take sinfully pleasurable for $200." Willow hoped she was not making a mistake.

"Right then." He swing his door open, stepped out and around to her side. "Come on then, pet. Let’s get to the sinfully good part.’ He wiggled his eyebrows.

Rolling her eyes she bared her neck to him, but he had other ideas.

Swinging her tiny body around to face him, he pulled her legs apart and stood between them, pressing against her intimately the denim jeans rough against her bar thighs.

"Spike!" Tried to wiggle away, but his grip was uncompromising.

"Relax, pet. You’ll like it. I promise." He said brushing his lips against hers. Her heart throbbed in her chest, louder than the engine to his ears. He licked and nipped at her mouth, enticing her to give in. She was flushed, feeling feverish, drowning in the smell of him: honeysuckle. Swallowing hard she opened her mouth slightly, allowing the vampire access. <So this is the taste of Sin...> Immediately he took advantage and deepened the kiss. Her hand went up to his head, caressing the short silky hair at the nape of his neck. She pulled him closer, lost in this feeling of being possessed. Breaking the embrace, Spike kissed a trail from her mouth to her jaw, over her ear and to her slender pale neck. He sucked gently on the soft skin, causing the witch’s breath to hitch as her belly tightened. She moaned softly when he grazed her flesh with his blunt teeth, pressing her center against his growing erection.

Spike should not have been surprised by the girl. He’d seen the passion in her eyes no matter how deeply she attempted to hide it, but he was nonetheless. To be the object of her heat and intensity was overwhelming him, and he wanted nothing more than to sink into her tight core, drain her and turn her <Turn her?> keeping her with him forever. He lifted her skirt and pulled the red laced panties down her legs.

"Spike? What are you doing? We can’t... Gods!" she cried out as he slipped a finger, then two, inside her scorching heat, circling her swollen slit slowly with his thumb. "Ah...I can’t..." She panted as thinking became less of a priority.

"But your sinning has just begun, Willow." The vampire growled into her neck as he removed his fingers and pushed her back over the center console, easily lifting her hips to his mouth. He began devouring the girl, licking her folds and gently sucking on her hardened nub. She tasted divine, a mixture of cinnamon and strawberries and she was moaning loudly now, oblivious to her surroundings, scratching the leather seat with one hand wild reaching out wildly with the other. Never had Oz made her feel anything near this...this rapture in all their petting sessions. This was too good and she didn’t care how wrong it was she just didn’t want him to ever stop.

Willow cried out when Spike pulled away from her aching cunt. She screamed for release and he lowered her hips back onto the seat, her juices and scent soaking the leather. "Spike...please!" She pleaded breathlessly, appealing to the demon as he unbuttoned his pants and freed his own aching sex. He pulled her back to the edge of the seat against him, rubbing his hard cock along her slick hole. <How did I not see how beautiful she is?>

"Red. Invite me in." His voice rumbled deep in his chest, the beginnings of a growl forming.

"What?" She panted for air trying to comprehend what the talented vampire was saying.

"Invite me inside you, pet. Give to me what you have denied all others." He coaxed, his hand under her shirt, massaging a breast, fingers twisting a nipple.

"Ahhh...God save me...Come in, Spiiiiiike!" As she said his name, the vampire thrust into her fully, past her virginal barrier, reveling in her screams of pain and pleasure. He gave a few seconds to adjust to him and began driving in her deeply once she moved her hips.

She grabbed hold of his shoulders, besieged by the sensation of him filling her, her clit rubbing against him at every thrust and the coolness of him inside her. Nothing had ever felt more right to her than to surround him. His hands never stopped their caresses as he pounded her tiny frame and soon she felt a tightening in her abdomen. She gave herself over to it, to him as she came, everything tingling and on fire.

He knew she was near and let his demon come forth. Fangs slid into flesh as her walls clamped and quivered around his cock, her tightness trapping him. Her blood rushed past his lips into him, sweet and hot, ambrosia, and as she cried out his name she slammed into her once more, shooting his cool seed deep inside the witch. Hearing his name on his lips, he bit deeper into her flesh, drawing blood from her slowly as she came again this time crying for her God to help her even as she bucked wildly against him in her orgasm.

He licked at her wound, pulled out of her and smiled, icy blue eyes penetrating her soul.

"You’re mine now, pet. I am your god." She nodded, still not able to think or breath, much less talk. She was not sure what just happened or what he meant so she kept quiet, rearranging her clothes and looking for her panties.

"Red, you are an enigma. I think I’ll not let anything happen to you. I want to ruin you for any other man." He proclaimed, kissing his mark gently, smiling as she shivered from the soft touch.

"What say we get to Arista before the sun does?" He asked while jumping back into the driver’s seat and putting the Durango in gear.

~Part: 3~

Willow was having an internal battle. Maybe war was a more apt description. She could not believe that she’d betrayed everything she stood for and let the demon next to her have her virginity. A finer specimen of demon she had yet to see, but still...Vampire...evil! <He wants to kill my best friend and I...I had sex with him! Good sex! Great sex! And I want to do it again. No! No! No! I’m sooo sick!>

She wished she could talk to Xander, but he would be disgusted with her. Everyone would. She was. Maybe they’d never find out. She didn’t think Spike was going to take an ad out the paper so maybe everything that she might do with the handsome vampire would stay between them. She couldn’t face Buffy if she even suspected. Or Oz! No, everything that transpired here would remain here and she would let it touch her life in Sunnydale. <It can’t happen again, Wills! Stop listening to your hormones!>

About a half a mile ago Spike turned left onto a dirt road. Willow opened her window, enjoying the salty sea air, and spied the landscape in awe. Everything was plush and green, even in the dark. Palm trees lined both sides of the road, greeting the odd couple with their towering trunks and flaring leaves. The soft breeze visible in the gently swaying of the green appendages. Ahead of them and to slightly to the right lay spread a huge hacienda, soft lighting from the ground giving it a warm glow. How deceptively inviting for a vampire lair. There was small pond directly in front of the home and the road became a paved driveway encircling the pond. The driveway was lined with tiki torches, lending a festive atmosphere.

Spike observed Willow’s reaction, pleased that she was pleased. He knew that she didn’t want for anything financially, but never lived in the lap of luxury.

"Horses? Spike...you have horses?" She bounced in her seat, pointing at the stable to the right of the hacienda.

"Yeah. If you like we can go riding at sundown?" He offered.

"Oh yes. I’d like a lot!" She was brimming with excitement. Never had she seen anything like this, except for that tacky tour bus through Beverly Hills, and here she was, actually living in a place so splendid. <Cordelia will be so jealous.>

One thing bothered her about the entire situation.

"Spike, you’re totally rich! Why do you wear the same clothes?" Honest curiosity filled her bright eyes as she waited for his answer. So far Spike has been surprising open and honest with her. She sensed a growing camaraderie between them where trusting him was becoming an option for her.

"It’s a matter of perception pet. I’m the Big Bad, love the leather blah, blah, blah." He rolled his eyes and continued. "Angelus doesn’t see me as a Master. To him I am still his boy. His Little One. I like that and want him to keep thinking it. Means he’ll always underestimate me and always stick up for me with your little slayer." He pulled the car to a stop at the front door as two minions came out to greet them.

"Master William! So good to have you back. We’ve all missed you." This tall dark haired and olive skinned vampire pulled the blonde into a hug, genuinely smiling at his master. He spoke English with a slight Spanish accent, the voice cultured and refined.

"Antonio...it’s been too long, mate. But I have been a bit busy, on a hellmouth trying to kill a slayer an all. But those are stories to fill our long days." Spike grinned and Willow saw that he was truly happy. The tall vampire shifted his dark eyes to her.

"This is Willow, my little witch. She is mine. Let the others know not to touch her. She is free to move about the estate. Treat her as your Mistress."

Antonio raised his eyebrow slightly, wondering about Drusilla, but knew better than to question the blonde. Spike would tell him in time.

"Jonathan, take in Master’s bags and have the car washed and garaged." Turning back to Spike, "Is there anything you need? Your rooms are ready and I had Carlita prepare something for your...human."

"Have the horses prepared. At sundown we ride. Everyone is invited." Antonio’s face lit up at the prospect of riding with the Master. He loved it when the Spike was home and hoped he would stay for a while this time. The redhead promised to add some spice. <A witch huh.> He shook his head smiling as he walked in behind the two new arrivals.

~~~*~~~

Spike led her to a suite of rooms located on the southern side of the hacienda. The sitting room included a library similar to Giles’ personal collection as well as classics and first editions. A dual sided fireplace divided the sitting room and the master bedroom. The gigantic four poster bed sat on a platform, silk scarves in varying shades of blue graced every side. The satin comforter was a beautiful royal blue and there was a plethora of decorative pillows scattered on it’s surface. It was surprisingly soft and peaceful while definitely masculine. It suited this new side of the vampire that she was just beginning to know.

A frown cloaked her pretty face as she realized something.

"Where do I sleep?" She asked, arms folded across her chest.

"The bed is large enough for a small clan, Red. Unless you want to bunk in with one of the female minions. "

"Spike..." She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but they were not going to have a repeat of earlier. She had no clue as to what came over her, but she was powerless to stop it and she felt it most when she was close to him. Sleeping next to him would nearly guarantee that she did something stupid...again! "I can sleep in the sitting room?" She offered.

"No pet, you’ll sleep in here, on that bed, with me. I won’t bite unless you ask. How’s that?" He asked, his best I’m-so-innocent-I-couldn’t-possibly-do-anything-wicked look plastered on his pale features. The witch sighed and crawled on bed, observing Spike.

He was too busy searching the dresser drawers, for what...she knew not, to take notice of her ogling. He was too well put together. Sinewy. Predatory. Graceful. Beautiful. She caught herself watching him often, drinking him in. And now she would enjoy the torture of sleeping next to him. <Oh! I am being punished for being between gods.>

"Take a picture, Red." He advised her, not looking up from his task. His voice startled her out of her self-recriminations.

"What? Oh...Uh...You never finished telling me about why you wear the same clothing."

He sat back , deciding to go ahead and finish what he started before the chit bugged him to death (or is that life) and he bit her again.

"Okay, Willow. As far as Angel is concerned I am his. I’m not interested in having him know everything his boy has been up to and had his hands into, get it? So if I look a little...rough ‘round the edges... he assumes that I don’t have much. Not his business if I’m a millionaire many, many times over." He eyed her pointedly.

"I think I get it. This way he’ll keep overlooking you and what you do."

"Yeah Red, I think you do get it." He grinned, thinking he may have a knew partner in crime if he played her right.

"But now when you’re away from Angel. Why not change into something different."

"I will, luv. Just bloody got here and already you’re nagging and trying to dress a bloke." He smirked at her. <God, does he know what that does to me? I am so going to Hell!>

~~~*~~~

Angel paced as Buffy wound down from yet another tirade regarding the errant childe prodigy that was Spike.

"We’ve checked everywhere Angel. You were right. He took her from here." The blonde sat down hard in the chair.

Angel had told her five days ago when Spike took the girl that they were gone from Sunnydale, but the slayer insisted on searching the city completely. Now that his childe had such a huge head start there was no way that Buffy would find them. Truthfully, he had no clue where Spike was, leaning toward South America. The bleached blonde vampire called his Sire the first day, telling him that Willow was healthy and fine. He promised not to harm her if Angel kept the slayer of his trail for a while, which he did.

The problem was that Willow should have been returned by now. Five days they were gone and he didn’t want to think about what may have happened to the girl. The dark vampire rubbed his large hand over his face, sighing. He had no way to tell what was going in that boy’s head. Spike had long ago learned how use their bond to his decided advantage. The only advantage he had over Angelus. Knowing where his Sire was, when he was coming and what mood he was in were key to the blonde getting away with as much as he did. Angelus tried to control the flow of information and emotions that he unknowingly sent to his childe, but the boy had a way of breaking down his defenses and taking what he wanted from his Sire. Too many times Angel remembered screaming for William to get out of his head. Even now, earlier today he felt Spike taking a peek down the bond followed by the inevitable door slamming shut on Spike’s mind when Angel attempted to approach his childe.

"Do you know where he may have taken her?" Giles asked.

"I think he’s left the country. I have been trying to use the bond, but he’d always been able to block me out. I just know he’s far from here." Angel wished to give them something more, however he had nothing. "Sorry," he shrugged.

~~~*~~~

Spike was restless. He’d tried to call ‘that wanker of a sire’ this morning. He knew the older vampire was seething since the witch wasn’t back yet and he didn’t need him on his trail. If Angelus wanted to find his favorite childe, he would. So the best thing was to keep the soul happy with news of the girl’s welfare. They were going on a ride and hunt tonight and he could do without this looming over him, ruining his fun. <Gods below I hate him!> He picked up the phone and dialed again, wondering why the poof didn’t have an answering machine. <Come on...come on. Pick up, you bloody wanker.>

"Hello."

"Bout time you answered, Peaches. I was beginning to think that you weren’t brooding over the girl." Spike snorted.

"Where is she, Spike?" Angel growled.

"Look, Peaches. This is how it’s gonna go. The little witch did her parlor tricks, but I won’t bloody well know if it work will I until I see Dru. So I have your precious little human nice and safe with me until I catch up to my Princess. "

"Spike that wasn’t the deal. Let me come get her. She’ll do the spell again if it doesn’t work. Just let her come home." Angel was ready to plead for her life, but truthfully had a feeling that his childe actually liked Willow and would not hurt her unless provoked.

"Ummm...No. Red stays with me, Daddy. So go back to your bitch and wait." The blonde was about to hang up when Angel yelled for him to stop.

"What is it now, Peaches?" He sighed, bored with screwing Angel’s head already.

"Let me speak to her. How do I know you haven’t killed her?" Spike rolled his eyes.

"Because I’m not stupid, you dumb git. If I kill the girl, how will she fix the spell if didn’t work the first time. Besides, I’ve discovered much more...interesting things to do with that little spitfire." Spike innuendo infuriated Angel, mostly because he could not discern whether the blonde was lying or telling the truth.

"Do-Not-Touch-Her!" He roared.

Spike just chuckled and lit a cigarette. "You’re a bit late for that Daddy. Me and Red...well we’ve been out after curfew and from the smell of her, Angel, she’s aching to do it again. Don’t come looking for me Angel. I’ll bring her back when I’m done with her and not before." He warned.

Before his sire could threaten him he hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed where the redhead still slept. He felt much better now, having let the poof know that the girl had not been harmed, he could relax. It would be a while before he had to check in to keep the brooding vampire of his back. He turned and gazed at the subject of his musings. Enchanting with her blood red hair and pale skin all wrapped up in the navy blue satin sheets. His cock filled at his thoughts of her and he willed he erection away. Tonight he would take her hunting. Let her see what he really was, fill her with desire for his demon, then shag her into the mattress. Debauchery was always one of the blonde vampire’s favorite pastimes.

~Part: 4~

Willow picked at the remains on her tray, overstuffed for the first time... in weeks really. As soon as she’d awakened and dressed there was a knock on the door. When she hesitated a muffled accented voice spoke softly.

"Mistress Willow, the Master commanded that I prepare something for you. Please, may I bring it to you now?"

"Oh, yes. Come in." Willow watched nervously as a cute tiny dark haired woman came in with a tray. There were tamales and rice and bean and a salad as well as a bottle of red wine and water. She sat the tray on the bed table and backed away from Willow.

"Umm, are you Carlita?" Will asked. The vampire nodded.

"Is there anything else you need Mistress?" She asked still backing away.

"Well... why do you call me that? Mistress? I mean me and Spike aren’t..."

"The Master commands it and you are his."  She replied as if the answer was obvious.

"Excuse me?"  Eyes wide and blinking, the redhead stood.

"Well you have his claim so you are his, no?" Willow absorbed this information, remembering what he told her in the truck before arriving.

"And why aren’t you all GRR? I mean you’re a minion right? Any back in Sunnydale they were always GRR and mean and you...well you seem pretty nice here even though nice may not be a nice thing for a vampire to be since your evil and all." The short vampire stared at the girl, not certain how to react. Most humans were terrified when surrounded by vampires and she gabbed away seemingly to not understanding her predicament.

"We are minions yes, but perhaps older than what you are used to on the hellmouth. I am thirty-eight years a vampire, turned long ago by the Master so I have lots more control over my demon. The master demands that we be in control. Most of his minions are older and thanks to his protection we thrive. I’ve seen other masters and they lead their clans into destruction by being savage and egotistic.

"And Spike’s NOT savage?? Or egotistic" She asked incredulously.

"His ego is well earned and the Master is devastatingly vicious, but he is in control of the demon, not the other way around. The few times I’ve seen him give into it were...too terrible for your human heart." She laughed and smiled at Willow, wondering if the poor girl knew what was in store for her. "Eat up. Master says you are pale and thin and need to eat more. I will prepare meals three time a day. You just let me know if your require anything more. And the kitchen is open to you. I must go now and prepare for tonight’s ride. It’s so good having him back, you know. I’ll let Master know you’re awake."

She‘d left Willow alone to eat her dinner which was delicious and much too filling. She crawled back on the oversized bed and reached for the remote. Spike had a satellite system to die for, pulling in channels all over the world. She was channel surfing when the devil with the blue eyes came in, smiling.

"Red, you look good in my bed." He grinned at her blushing.

"Spike! Where you have you been? Why did Angelus call you ‘Little One’? Oh! Carlita made me the most wonderful tamales, but now I stuffed. So we really are going riding tonight? With everyone? Gods you look great!" Her eyes were wide, her lips curling into a smile as she her head swam, drunk from the sight of her vampire. <Hey!> His lean body was wrapped in black leather riding pants, muscles cleary visible underneath, riding boots, also black, and a white silk poets shirt. His hair, normally brushed back, was just washed and left loose and marvelously curly. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. <Why does evil have to look sooo good?">

"How do you do that?" When she frowned in confusion he added, "nevermind."

"Well?" She waited, having turned the volume down to listen.

"You’re serious?" He groaned, not used to explaining himself, but enjoying the change of someone caring.

"Alright...I was making arrangements to send some of the boys to hunt down Dru. They leave tomorrow night. Angelus...we’ll skip that for now. I’m pleased that the meal was satisfactory and good ‘cause you’re losing weight since we left. And yes we are all riding tonight. I have a surprise for you tonight as well. Several in fact. Should prove to be an...interesting evening."

He pulled her up from the bed, intertwining his long pale fingers with hers, until she was standing before him. "Would you like a tour of the place, Red?"

"Oh goodie! Yes please. Right after you tell me why Angelus called you ‘Little One’. It obviously has nothing to with the size of... Oh how many channels do you get on that satellite?" She giggled quietly, not believing that came from her mouth.

Spike chuckled at her embarrassment. "Okay fine. Angelus had many childer. There was Penn, Devin, Maurice, Marguerite, me and Dru. I was the smallest of the male childer so he called me his ‘Little One’. There... are you satisfied?"

Willow was stunned by what she’d heard. Angel made six childer! No one knew that. The watchers diaries only mentioned William the Bloody and Drusilla. Spike was a walking history book and she was going to read him for all he was worth.

"Wow...I mean wow! Spike, you were the baby boy?" She teased, green eyes peering up at him through long lashes. "Where are all your siblings now?"

The blonde looked away from her, pensive. "There’s only me and Dru left for sure. I think Penn and Devin are still around, but can’t be sure. I haven’t seen either of them in over one hundred and fifty years. Maurice and Marguerite are dust. They were twins and Angelus turned them together. They met their final death together as well. Kinda fitting I suppose..." His jaw clenched as he swallowed hard. It was apparent to Willow that his family was not an easy topic for the blonde. She was touched that he shared as much as he had.

"All the chronicles and journals say that you were Angelus’ favorite childe. Now you guys like hate each other. Why? Is it all because of the soul?" Willow pressed.

"We don’t really hate each other pet. I want to hate him. I really do, but he’s my sire and I’m instinctively drawn to him. Attracted to him. I’m just so bloody mad at the stupid neanderthal for leaving us. Not giving ,me a chance." He sate Willow next to him on the bed, clenching her hands tightly. He could tell this girl anything and she wouldn’t laugh at him or scorn him.

"Truthfully, I would never have turned him away. I would have helped him. Now that we know all he needs is a soddin’ moment of happiness...well that curse would have been destroyed within the first week, pet." He leered at her, enticing another deep pink wave over her flesh and a rush of heat to her core. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing her blush.

"I mean Dru was absolutely bonkers and I was just a young fledge. Dru cried for him everyday for months and I thought I would go insane too. But one day she stopped. Darla hated us both. Hated me ‘cause I was her boy’s favorite and hated Dru because she saw things and that spooked my Grandsire. When she left us we were really on our own." Willow was struck by the image of a young William and Drusilla abandoned. She understood that pain.

"Anyone with an ax to grind with Angelus came after to his two unprotected childer so we had to grow up quick. I was powerful and treacherous and Dru wickedly cunning. Basically unstoppable and we killed everything in our paths out of necessity at first. Then we acquire a taste for it. Those were good times." Willow listened, mesmerized by his account of the past with his love. To her, an outsider looking in, their love seemed to be born out of need more than desire for each other. They both wanted Angelus and settled for each other. Now after so long Spike just doesn’t know how to exist without her, again need instead of desire. Angel really screwed up his kids. Even more than her parents screwed her.

"I’m pretty sure Angel doesn’t hate me either. Last year he kept the slayer from me a few times, not that I couldn’t have taken the soddin’ bitch, but he wasn’t taking any chances. No...he just regrets me and maybe that’s worse. But I’ve spoken more than I planned. We have a house to see and horses to ride. It’s already near dark. Are you ready ,luv?" She pulled her up from the bed and twirled her by the hand over her head, confusing and amusing the witch with his sudden change in mood.

"Mmm hmm. I bet it’s beautiful by the water. Can we go to the beach?" Her green eyes caught blue and as she blushed Spike knew he would give this little human everything she desired. Her innocence was exhilarating, and all he could imagine were more creative ways to corrupt her.

"We shall go wherever you wish, my little witch."

~Part: 5~

The townsfolk hurried out of the street, avoiding the thunderous approach of the horses and their nocturnal riders. Spike dismounted and assisted the witch that he was more frequently beginning to think of as his.

"Go. Find dinner, but be discreet. Me and the girl are going to see her." The command was for everyone in general.

Jonathan spoke up, "Shall I bring something for you Master or will you hunt up your own."

"No thanks, mate. I’ll fetch something later. Meet me back here in two hours. My witch wants to see the ocean," the blonde announced drilling into Willow with his piercing blue orbs. The others rode off together laughing and singing some old song.

Spike took Willow’s hand in his and led her up a few stairs into a small dark parlor. A beautiful woman sat waiting for them. She stood up and removed her choker as the vampire sauntered over to her, dragging an apprehensive hacker behind him. The woman, nearly as tall as Spike with dark auburn hair and bright blue eyes, bared her neck for the blonde and his demon slipped forward as his fangs easily cut into her flesh. Willow was unable to tear her eyes from the scene before her and the blonde still had her by one hand, caressing it in time with each swallow. The woman relaxed into Spike, letting him drain her slowly as she moaned in pleasure from the union. Willow’s hand went to her neck where the vampire had marked her, brushing it softly as the tingling in her belly and below started again, making her feel hot and slightly dizzy. Gently he removed his fangs and helped her back into the seat.

"William. You’ve been away too long." The woman stated without looking up at him.

"I know. I promise to come more often. It’s hard on me as well. My Sire is still not with us. I fear he could be lost to us forever. I don’t want to see the one the slayer released, but the soul is not that bad. But tonight I need you to read her." He motioned for Willow to come closer. "This is the girl, Willow. Willow this is my...this is Katherine."

He guided her into a seat and backed away. Willow turned to him quickly, reaching out. "Spike? Don’t leave me..." She was in a panic, he realized, and he felt the need to comfort her. <Fuck! I have to kill something and soon!>

"Not going anywhere pet, but you're safe with Katherine." He assured her. "Go on. Read her. We have plans."

Katherine scooted her chair until she was in front of the redhead. She stretched her arm out until her hand was flat against Willow’s chest and began an incantation. <She’s a witch!> Willow went limp, falling into an unnatural slumber. After a few moments she took her hand away and looked at Spike who was lurking in the shadows, unknowingly doing a great imitation of Angel.

"We need to talk." She said flatly. Spike nodded and they went into a separate room, leaving a sleeping Willow alone.

"William, she’s a witch and pretty damned powerful. What are you up to?"  She eyed him carefully.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "I know she’s a witch. What did you see?"

"She’s got more power in her than I’ve ever seen in a long time. I see you’ve tasted her."

"Mmm hmm," he grinned ferally. "And her blood is like liquid fire.  Heated me  Not sure what to do with her now. Angelus and that bitch will come after me if I don’t return the little girl. But that kind of power...you just don’t let it slip away." He lit a smoke, dragging on it deeply as he thought.

"She doesn’t know. About me I mean?"

"No, luv. Can’t tell her about you and let her got back to Angel. What else did you see?" The tall woman circled Spike as she thought, trying to make sense of all the images she received.

"She needs training. Nothing that she’s been taught so far even comes close to tapping her abilities. But she has no gift of sight. And she is infatuated with you and you with her." She stopped behind the blonde hugging him tightly. "What will you do now, Father?"

"Dunno. I’ll see how she reacts tonight." He chose to ignore her insight into his emotions. "You know it’s immeasurably relaxing having a sane person around having visions and the lot. With Dru I always have to decode her bloody nonsense. I miss you, Kat. Why don’t you come home for a while?" He turned to face her, resting his hands on her slender waist and gazing into her eyes lovingly.

"Maybe." She replied, not committing. She liked being away from the others. She liked the sound of the town. Of beating hearts and rushing blood. Something that was rare at the house. "Where is Drusilla now?"

"Still with that bloody demon. Sending a few boys after her tomorrow so they should have her back here within a week. I’ll be back in a few days if I don’t see you at home soon." His tone left no question that he would force her come home if she didn’t do it on her own. He was a unique Sire. He loved his childe and felt no need to follow tradition so strictly, wanting to be nothing like Angelus, and he allowed her a freedom unknown to most childer with an attentive sire, but she also understood without a doubt that when Spike wanted something, it was in her best interest to make that happen.

"Yes Sire," she agreed as they walked back to Willow.

~~~*~~~

When Willow saw the pair enter the room she had to fight the urge to jump from her seat and embrace the blonde vampire to gain comfort from his nearness. <It’s not healthy to want him like this.> She’d been frightened, waking alone in the dim lighting while those two were who-knew-where discussing who-knew-what about her.

"Spike, what’s this all about? Why are we here and what is she reading me for?" She waited in the chair outwardly appearing calm, while her pounding heart betrayed her to the vampires before her. Spike eyed her fondly, proud of her strength. <A surprise a day she is.>

"Katherine was just amazed by the amount of mojo you’re packing, Red. She didn’t know that I already knew you were a first rate witch, " the blonde explained.

She was not convinced that was all there was to it, but decided to let it go for now. Spike would tell her when he was ready. Until then he would unintentionally be as evasive and cryptic as his own Sire.

~Part: 6~

"Is she a vampire?" Willow was unable to tell from looking at her, but something seemed different, off.

Spike saw no point in lying about it to her. Nearly everyone she’d encountered recently were vampires and she seemed to handle it well enough.

"Yes. Katherine is a vampire." Changing the subject, "Look over there, Red. A little fiesta. Let’s have a look see. I’ll bet there’s a tasty morsel with my name on her." He took Willow’s hand and led her through a courtyard and into the fray of a loud party. The witch’s defenses sprang to alert. <Goddess, he’s going to kill someone. Here. With me!> Pulling away from him, she brought their progress further into the party to a halt.

"What?" He turned back, concerned irritation in his eyes.

"Um...I ...I know you’re not going to this party to feed!" She whispered harshly.

"Well, I am hungry, pet, and it is a buffet." He grinned evilly, pointing to the huge table, cluttered with an assortment of native dishes.

"You know what I mean." She sighed and look around

"Let’s dance," He encircled her waist, pressing her close to him.

<No No No! Willow stop thinking about the hard, muscular...everything ...against you.> Dangerous as she knew her situation to be, she was helpless to want to change it. She relaxed in his arms and let him lead her in the dance.

He leaned over to kiss her ear. "Red, you smell so bloody good I want to take you right here. Pound into your tight hole until you scream my name."

He bit lightly on the flesh right below her ear, suckling erotically on the blood produced. Willow’s head fell to his shoulder as she tried to ignore the bolt that rushed to her throbbing center. Her breathing was short and labored.  <He is the DEVIL!>

"I would think that would be too much of a shock for these good people." She attempted to diffuse the vampire’s overactive sex drive.

The blonde pulled back and lifted her head to gaze in her emerald eyes, wondering at the fire in them. "We need leave." He turned suddenly dragging her behind.

They continued like this until they were at the end of the town, in a quiet residential area. Spike sniffed the air and headed between two small houses, stopping just before a broken gate. He brushed a finger over her lips motioning for her to remain silent and then claimed them in a ravenous oral embrace. She moan into his mouth softly as she opened up to him, giving everything that she was to this vampire that would, if given the chance, kill everyone she loved.

Her thoughts became jumbled and she tried to pull free, but found herself held in place by Spike’s strong hands entangled in her fiery locks.

Letting his demon forward, Spike continued to kiss the witch thoroughly. As their tongues and teeth explored each other, the vampire cut his tong on a fang sharing his powerful and exhilarating blood with her.

Willow gasped as she swallowed a small mouthful of what she realized was Spike’s blood. Her head was filled with sounds and sights, everything magnified tenfold. Every inch of her tingled and her cunt pulsated, flooding her panties with wetness. Consumed by the thought that he did indeed taste as good as he smelled and better, she lunged for the blonde, wanting nothing more than to drink deeply of him, but he evaded her, smirking, coaxing. He led her through the gate where a couple lay on a blanket, half-nude and speaking quietly to each other, basking in the afterglow of sweet lovemaking. He luxuriated in the scent of the girl behind him, her heart pounding furiously in her chest, fueling his lust for and her and blood before him.

With preternatural speed Spike approached the lovers, snapping the neck of the male, leaving his head at an impossible angle. Willow’s breath hitched, but she stopped short of screaming as the blonde eyed her warily, ordering her to stay quiet. His hand was clamped over the woman’s mouth as he dragged her roughly to her feet and brought her so close to the witch that she could smell the sweat coming of her. Sweat and something else she had never experience before.

With little ceremony he ripped into the woman’s throat, taking her life’s essence and making it his own. When done he dropped her to the ground with her dead lover and turned, stalking the redheaded pixie, eyes flashing gold even though he’d resumed a human visage.

Willow trembled as he approached, wondering if this would be her death even as she craved him, his touch, his lips, his blood. Clenching his hands in her hair, he held her head while devouring her again, sharing his blood, enthralled by the increasingly rampant rhythm of her heart. She moaned, then squealed in delight as his essence had the desire effect. She was high, on Spike and loved it, wanting it to never end.

Pulling back, he stared at her, lust and determination swimming in her eyes.

"Willow, what do you want?" His voice was deep and beautifully calm.

Nonplussed and nearly insane with want, she attacked him, nearly knocking him over in her efforts as the wall of the house stopped their descent. He was now leaning against the wall and grabbed the little witch by her hips, lifted and ground her into his erection. She moaned again, thrusting against him.

Stopping her movement he asked again, "What do you want, witch?"

Willow cried out, frustrated. The vampire was looking at her with those intense blue eyes, into her soul and she could not lie.

"I want you Spike," she managed, breathlessly as she tangled her fingers in his hair trying to bring him closer, to stop the game he was playing and get on with what she needed.

"And what do you want from me?" He asked again.

"I...I want you to touch me, Spike," She tried.

"I am touching you, luv." he grinned.

"Fuck me, Spike. I want you to fuck me and drink me and I want to drink from you. I want your blood! You make me feel... oh Gods... you...I feel...EVERYTHING!" This time he allowed her mouth to crash upon his as he cut his lip and hers on fangs. She tasted him and shook all over, lost in the intoxicating cocktail of them both. Once more he tore from her, reluctantly and with much discipline.

"My little witch, will you be mine forever?" He met her eyes, searching for the answer, sifting through desire and passion for truth and understanding.

She knew this was where her life would change, nothing would be the same, ever again, if she did this. But her whole being screamed to her that this is where she belonged, who she belonged to.

"Please Spike...take me. Do everything you can to me. I am yours...Forever."

He maneuvered quickly and suddenly she facing the wall, pants down below her knees, moaning as the blonde filled her from behind. He gripped her shoulders and slammed into her tiny body repeatedly, drowning in her hot wet channel, her screams and cries music to him. He fucked her in earnest, holding back so that she would be able to ride back to the villa.

His skin was warm from the blood recently imbibed. She turned to look at the unfortunate woman, thanking her for the liquid that animated the demon inside her. Depraved as it was, the witch couldn’t help feeling giddy.

Wrapping his arms around her, Spike pulled her flush to him, thrusting slowly and deeply into her. Licking the sweat from her hot skin, he whispered, "I will fuck you for an eternity, Willow. I will taste you forever." He sunk his vampiric teeth into her flesh, growling as her blood flooded his mouth and her walls clamped violently around his cock, bringing him over the edge with her. He stumbled into the grass, struggling to keep from falling over completely and crushing her, as every muscle in him went limp with satisfaction. "Mine."

Willow was also limp, sweat and sex dripping from her. "Goddess... what have I done?" She whispered, still shaking.

~~~*~~~

The redhead crawled from under the covers and out the arms of the vampire who had become her lover. Tentatively she tested her legs, not sure that they could hold her weight or if she could even walk. <What was I thinking telling a vampire to do everything to me? And did he ever!> Slowly she made her way to the large bathroom. She stopped to gaze at herself in the mirror. <One day I’ll wake up and won’t have a reflection.> She was certain the blonde wouldn’t let her go back to Sunnydale and would turn her when it suited him. Until then she could only hope that Angel or Buffy somehow found her. She was beginning to fall for Spike - definitely not a healthy thing to do.

She was paler than normal, due to the blood loss, but her eyes where sparkling with life. She turned away and waited while running her bath water. Every inch of her ached, every orifice thoroughly explored by the talented tongue, teeth and pale hands of the vampire. She blushed at the memory of her wanton behavior and began feeling herself become aroused again.

"Pet, I didn’t think you could take anymore." Spike appeared in the doorway, naked and gloriously ready for her. He’d awakened as soon as she moved from the bed, almost feeling sorry for shagging her so... brutally. But it was gone before it registered, remembering how she begged and screamed for everything he’d done. He smelled her arousal drifting from the bathroom. <hmm...>

She laughed, shaking her head and scooting out of his reach. "Oh no, no more. Stay way from me... for a little while." She added, a smile curling her lips as she lowered herself into the tub. She stared at his marbled form, beckoning him. <He’s so perfect and he’s mine.>

He padded to the edge and pulled her forward, slipping into the steamy water behind her, massaging her shoulders. She relaxed into him, enjoying the sense of security and safety. Only in his arms, in his bed has she ever felt so safe. <I am lost in him. Can I even be saved?>

~Part: 7~

"Alright people! Get a move on!" The blonde bellowed his last orders and retreated to his suite of rooms in search of his witch. A glance in his bedroom revealed her to still be asleep in his bed. A week ago the girl was a virgin and now the blonde vampire gazed at his human consort and future childe, amazed at her innocence, even as she was now, so completely debauched. She was his and lately to Spike’s own surprise, he’d come to realize that he was hers as well.

Drusilla.

She was on her way. Apparently the spell worked and his wicked Princess was coming home. The minions sent after her advised Spike that she was anxious to see him, but angry with him as well. The "stars" told her that her Prince was enchanted and that a witch now held his heart.

Which worried Spike. If Dru went after Willow he knew he could protect her, but it cause a terrible rift in his relationship with the vampiress. He wanted them both and could not see himself choosing one over the other. He could turn Willow now which would help some, but he really did not want the girl turned so young. She needed to gain more experience and control over her power and her tight heat surrounding him was a marvelous bonus.

The two would have rise above any petty jealousies and get along.

"There you are, Sire." The auburn haired beauty smiled, showing a deep dimple in one cheek.

"Kat..." the blonde turned. His childe grew more amazing every time he saw her. She really was a vixen. His heart ached for his own Sire, to show her off to him, for him to be as proud of Katherine as Spike. "How did it go with Willow?"

"Oh Spike. She’s doing great. The control she gained in these three days are beyond anything I thought possible. Her brain is like a sponge too. I like her."

"Yea, me too. Oh...do Daddy a favor, luv. Keep that third eye of yours on Angel. He’s been trying to find me through the bond and I’m pretty sure that I cut him off before he could get anything, but if he starts to move this way I want to know."

"No problem." She looked down, suddenly finding her sandals extremely interesting. Spike knew the girl was thinking about something...troubling. Turmoil was creeping into him from her bond.

"What is it, Katherine?" He asked, irritated by her second-hand emotions. "I’m not gonna stand here all day feeling your willies so tell me."

She lift her gaze. "Promise you won’t be mad."

"No."

"No?"

"Noooo." He reiterated, eyebrows raised.

"Why?"

"Cause I can bloody well get mad if I want." He grabbed his childe and slammed her against the wall, pressing against her intimately. He licked his way down the column of her perfect neck, marred only by his mark. Slipping his demon forward, he let his fangs scrape over her skin, producing a shiver from his girl. The demon waited below the surface to drain her weak and fuck her for hours until she confessed whatever it was. Spike could definitely see the benefits in that.

"Tell Daddy what you’ve done, luv." He purred, giving her one last chance to come clean.

"I...um...I think that Drusilla has already opened up to Angel. Their bond is active. He knows where she is and will know where we are when she gets here." She confessed.

Spike took in this information, jaw clenching as Katherine tried to become invisible. <Damn it...Not a witch...Can’t disappear!>

"How long?"

"Huh?"

"How long have you known?" He growled.

"Yesterday. Sire, please...I didn’t mean..." She started to beg.

"Why?" His voice was thick, emotional and her bond was flooded with confusion, rage, pain and she instantly hated herself for failing him.

"I...I was jealous. You are with her always, Father." She admitted.

"Jealous? JEALOUS?" Spike was so close to grabbing his childe and throwing her in chains. <Is this what I put Angelus through with my constant antics and rebellion? No wonder he left.>

Calming himself he released her and spoke gently. "Listen, when I found you, I spent months with you, courting you, letting you choose me. Drusilla was a little upset at first, but she knew that I loved her so she allowed me to take my time and bring you into the family. I love you, Kat. We already have eternity. I want Willow to have us too. But I won’t just take her. She will be your sister. She will love you and you will love her. And I... will love you all. Together we can rule it all. But not if you sabotage us from the inside." She nodded, understanding creeping into her mind and heart. "I need you to tell me everything. Always! We have the advantage over any other clan, yours and Dru’s visions, and my ability to use them are what keeps us on top, luv."

"Sorry Sire." She pouted, feeling his anger dissipate, all she wanted to do was make it up to him. "What can I do?" She hoped he would take her, fuck her until she passed out.

"First, get a fix on Angel. Now! Second, when Willow gets up I need her to work a little magic. A spell to block or redirect the bond between Angel and Dru. You ill help her find it and do it."

"Sure. I can do that." She turned to walk away. "Father?"

"Yea, pet." He was already distracted, retreating into his mind to create a plan to deal with this latest screw up in the game called unlife. <I better give her a good shagging tonight...remind her of her place.>

"Thanks...I mean for not beating the crap out of me. I know it’s your right and I deserved it. I should have come to you immediately. I won’t fail you again." She promised leaving to execute his instructions.

~~~*~~~

"It’s gone, Buffy. I can’t feel Dru anymore." Angel sighed in frustration.

"Crap. So she is in Mexico now. But I wonder if she’s headed here. Could she be going to Spike somewhere in Mexico." Willow had been gone for 13 days now and the blonde slayer was beside herself with fear. Fear that her best friend would became a vampire and that she would have to kill her.

"She’s going to Spike wherever he is. That much I do know. And she is worried and angry, but I don’t know why."

Giles had been listening to them and something struck him as odd.

"Angel, have you always been able to feel Drusilla or Spike through your bond with them?"

"Well, yes and no. I have tried to feel them from time to time over the years, just to make sure they were okay and as soon as I tapped into either of them it was closed down. They won’t let me see anything. But that in itself was proof to me that they were fine so I wouldn’t try again for a while. Sometimes a few years."

"Don’t you think its odd that Drusilla is now allowing you feel her through the bond. Letting you know where she is and how she’s feeling? While Spike still blocks you out completely?" His glass were of course off and being cleaned for the tenth time that afternoon.

"Perhaps she wants you to come and take Willow away. You said yourself that by now Spike will have either turned Willow or at the very least made her his consort. Drusilla could be jealous, especially if the spell Willow was to cast actually worked."

"So Dru is leading me to Spike. But why would she cut it off so suddenly. She wouldn’t just change her mind." Angel wanted to find Willow and get her away from his depraved childe. The gods only knew what he’d done to her already. Angelus was not the best example when it came to treatment of pets, at least not from the humans perspective.

"Spike." Angel said finally. His boy stopped her. "I can go there, to where she was last and track her. Find them all."

"I’m going with you." Buffy added, determination set in her jaw.

"No. You have to stay here. The hellmouth won’t just cease being...the hellmouth." He quipped resolutely. He could not risk Buffy and her "stake first -ask questions later" attitude. Not with his childer.

"Angel’s right Buffy. Let him deal with Spike and get Willow back." Giles was sure that Buffy would only jeopardize any chance of the blonde psychopath returning the girl in one piece.

"I need to get a flight to Guatemala. That’s the closest airport. I’m pretty sure she was in Tapachula which is just inside Mexico. If I get there in the next 24 hours I’ll be able to track her scent." He stated hopeful of their chances now that he had a real plan.

"Ewww. That’s just so...ick." Buffy grimaced in distaste.

"Yeah well that’s how it is Buffy. I’m a vampire despite the soul. Nothing will ever change that. The demon is always here, I just choose to not listen to it." At times he thought Buffy would never understand him.

"I’m sorry. I..I didn’t mean..." She stuttered uncomfortably.

"It’s okay. I need to go." The dark vampire left the library through the stacks to make night-time travel arrangements.

~~~*~~~

If there was ever a time that Spike considered greeting the sun it was now. Drusilla, his ripe wicked plum, was back with him, by his side, worshipping him as requested and whining incessantly about Willow. It was driving him more insane than the brunette vampire ever was.

Willow had been very accommodating, allowing him time with his Princess and Katherine. That was another thing. Dru spilled the beans about Kat to the witch almost as soon as she’d arrived. The spell, being as non specific as it was, didn’t keep Drusilla from instigating trouble where she could. All said, she created quite a bit of dissention within her first few days.

"Willow!" The blonde stormed into her bedroom. Another thing Dru insisted on was that Willow have her own rooms. She refused to let the witch sleep in Spike’s bed by default.

The redhead jumped at the noise he made, dropping the book she was reading. "What!? Don’t do that!" She replied, hand over her heart. Normally he was too stealthy. She didn’t know which was worse.

"Sorry, luv." His devilish smile let her know he was anything but. "You gotta reverse it." He blurted, remembering why he was in her room. Her fear distracted him momentarily.

"Reverse what?" She asked, frowning.

"The SPELL!" He began his pacing, the best indicator of his emotional state, which was apparently registering at highly irritated. "I can’t take anymore of her whining and crying about you. I’m not giving you up! She was never this bad with Kat. Gods below, Red...I’m gonna stake myself any moment now." He looked as sad as he did that day three weeks ago in the factory. She approached him and embraced the bleached blonde.

"It’s okay Spike. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I’ll write up what I need and well get it done tonight if you want. But what are you going to do if she leaves again, Spike? I don’t want to see you hurt again." Concern for the vampire made her ask although she wanted nothing more than to see Drusilla leave. Everything had become so different with her arrival. Her insanity infected the mood and the minions were too careful, afraid to upset her. And Spike was affected, becoming moody as well.

"She can bloody well leave or stay, but I won’t send you away for her. I want you here. You are mine and she will have to accept it or leave. Which she won’t do if she is under the soddin’ spell so...make that list, luv. I’ll send Jonathan to get whatever you need."

"She’ll know...I mean when it’s removed she’ll know it was a spell and may be kinda mad. But I hope she’s not mad at me cause I was just doing what you told me to do and it’s not like I wanted to make her love you again, especially since we...I...uh..." She trailed off. She was not ready to admit to herself that her feelings for Spike were as intense and involved as they were. Love was not of the good, but she found herself in it knee deep.

Allowing her the privacy of her own feelings, for now, Spike just raked his blue eyes over her. "It’s okay. I’ll always protect you. She’ll be mad at me anyway." He shifted his gaze to Willow’s door. A second later there was a soft knock.

"Come in, Kat." Spike answered for her. He sensed unease in his childe for the last hour or so and was feeling a little antsy himself.

"Hey Willow. Spike...Sire. I think we have a problem." Their blue eyes, nearly the same shade, locked.

"Angel," the blonde whispered, finally figuring out the source of his recent annoyance.

"Yes. He is on the way. He’s close. I don’t know how I didn’t feel him until now."

"I think the spell to block him from Dru, must have done something. I think I should break the spell." Willow offered. She walked away from the two as they discussed what they could do, an abundance of mixed emotions flooding her. She was drowning in relief – Angel would take her back with him. But she was also terrified to leave him. She needed him and could not imagine her days without him. And she was overwhelmed by the fear of what Angel would do when he found out about everything between she and Spike. She was afraid that he would tell Buffy and Xander. How could she go back to them as she was? How could she stay knowing that he will turn her eventually? <God, couldn’t you have sent me a different temptation, like a seven-layer chocolate cake?>

"Red...Willow!" Spike called to her. The witch shook her head to get rid of her thoughts, joining the conversation

"Sorry... What’s up?" She tried cheerful Willow, and although Spike gave her a look that screamed I-am-not-fooled, he didn’t press her.

"I won’t pack up and run from him. This is my home. Our home. I’ll welcome him as my Sire and try to convince the wanker that this is where you choose to be. The soul won’t force you to leave. He’s too much of a poof for that. So you’ll have to let him know you’re happy here. That you want to stay. It’s all up to you luv."

~Part: 8~

To say that Angel was surprised when he approached the sprawling estate belonging to his childe was like saying Darla had a slight over bite. He stopped the rental car in the driveway close to the front door, parked and got out. Stretching his legs and back, tense from the long drive, he took in his surroundings. Stables, garages, guest cottages, a pond, solar powered ground lighting <Spike is too funny sometimes.> , well-maintained landscaping. And this was just the front of the place. He didn’t even try to imagine the extravagance in the back where Drusilla would have had numerous gardens in which to bury herself.

As he stood gazing around, smelling the air, the front door opened to reveal a well dressed minion in handsome, human visage <Hmm Old. And definitely Spike’s minion. That boy’s been keeping secrets.>

"Master Angelus, welcome. Master William has been expecting you. Please do come in."

Angel eyed him warily wondering if this was all a trap from the beginning. Curiosity got the better of him, however, as he treaded up the few stairs and into his childe’s lair.

~~~*~~~

"Fuck Willow..." Spike had his witch with her back against the headboard and he was on his knees thrusting into her deeply, her moans thrilling him. Her legs were draped over his hips and encircled his slim waist, leaving her thoroughly impaled on his cock. Every penetration punctuated by her head hitting the wall and her slick channel clamping down on him. <I’ve gotta turn her while she still... so... bleeding... tight!> He was barely able to restrain his demon from doing it right then.

Willow, totally unaware of the danger she was in, couldn’t understand why there were wars when there was sex. Or was it just sex with Spike? Over her shoulders the blonde gripped the headboard for leverage and slammed into her several times, sending her screaming over the edge. She shook terribly as he continued his assault, his mind splitting as her walls squeezed his shaft repeatedly, milking him of his dead seed.

Sweating, they both fell sideways onto the cool satin comforter, giggling as they stared into each others eyes. Spike caressed his freshly renewed claim, his cock jumping as she trembled with need for him from the contact.

"He’s here, you know. The Great Poof, I mean." Spike commented, gesturing with his hand.

The redhead’s eyes widened. This was it. Either she stayed with Spike forever <literally> or she went back to her friends and family. She did not look forward to making this decision. She was not sure if she really had a choice.

"Why do you call him Poof?" She asked, changing the subject in her own mind.

Spike had not ever explained that to anyone before. Dru knew and no one else ever asked. "That’s what he did. Disappeared. Went poof. When he got the soul. Hence Poof. I called him a lot of names. It was the only way I could vent at him. Couldn’t very well kill every person I came across forever, now could I?" He grinned at her knowingly, leading the witch to believe that he may have tried.

"Spike, you should have been a comedian." She said rolling over and heading to the bathroom to shower and dress.

"Where are you going?" He growled, stopping her mid-step.

"I have to take a shower?" She said, but it was more like a question.

"Wrong...Let’s just get dressed. I had Antonio set Angel up in a suite in the north wing so he could get cleaned up. He’s waiting and I can tell he’s getting impatient. Since I’d rather not have to replace any of my minions, what say we avoid one his tantrums and go greet the nonce?"

~~~*~~~

What struck Angel first were the clothes. They were Willowy and yet weren’t. She had on a skirt, thigh high, not Willowy, but the navy blue fabric was decorated with yellow stars and moons, Willowy. The shirt was a navy peasant blouse, Willowy, but the top stopped below her breast, continuing with gold fringes to her waist, revealing her flat, pale stomach through the fringes, not Willowy.

She walked in with him, arm in arm, like the master and mistress of the house. <This is what has Dru in an uproar! She’s been replaced. And I’m being used to get rid of the threat. Who say’s my Princess is crazy?>

Spike...well he just was not what his Sire expected. But nothing since he’d arrived was as he’d expected. He thought that violence would be his greeting and found himself, instead, swept away to a lovely room with all the amenities he could desire. It was as if Spike were welcoming him here as a favorite Childe would welcome his Sire. The blonde vampire’s muscular legs were clad in navy leather pants and a form fitting mock turtleneck graced his upper body. He screamed of Armani and sex. <Show-off.>

"Angel." Spike offered a cool greeting as he stood a few feet from his Sire who as still seated. The older vampire rose and took two strides to the blonde, trying desperately to ignore the claim on Willow that pervaded his senses.

"Spike. You look well." He kept his guard up, not knowing what to expect from his impulsive boy.

"Yeah, well you know I do moisturize," The blonde quipped, sitting on a chaise lounge and pulling the young hacker down next him. Angel did not miss how she leaned into him. Comfortable.

"Where’s Dru?" He had to know. Normally his girl would have tortured Willow for touching her Spike. He had to find out what was happening, what he was stepping into.

"Hunting with some of the girls." Spike replied.

"hmmm...Hello Willow. How are you?" Angel purposely did not ask if she was alright. Apparently she was more than alright, if the scent of sex and Spike on her were any indication. <They must do it like bunnies, she smells like him so much!>

"Hi Angel. I’m okay. How’re Buffy, Xander, Giles? What happened to Cordelia? Is she okay? Is Oz okay?" She asked, hoping Spike would let her get this bit of information and jumped a little when she heard him growl when she mentioned Oz.

"Worried...worried Willow. I see you’re still human. They’ll be happy to hear that. And everyone’s okay. Cordelia was in the hospital for a few days, but that’s it. Xander is taking this hard Willow. He misses you. Thinks it was his fault that he couldn’t save you."

"Oh," was all she could say.

Just then Jonathan came in with a carafe and two crystal goblets.

"Refreshments, Master Angelus?" He asked while pouring a glass of warm blood for his master’s sire. He did the same for Spike and disappeared into another room, leaving the carafe. Angel sipped, but upon finding it human, he quickly drained the glass, poured another, and looked impishly at his childe who was smirking at him.

"Been a long time." He shrugged. "The craving never goes away you know. I smell the blood, hear it pounding through their veins, every day, and I WANT to drain them dry. All of them. But I don’t because of the soul and I care for them now." He locked brown eyes to blue. "You and me...we aren’t that different. For what it’s worth...I am sorry for what happened with Dru."

Angel’s speech stunned the younger vampire, but he quickly recovered.

"Don’t be, Peaches. Now I have Willow so consider us even." He lit a cigarette and gauged his reaction as he handed the blood to Willow who sipped delicately, before kissing him deeply. A moan escaped her lips when he broke away.

"Spike...we need to talk about Willow." Angel stood silently telling his childe that he wanted to do this in private. Spike turned to Willow, "This is where we go do that possessive thing I warned you about, luv. Be back in a bit, okay?" When she nodded he added, "Why don’t you go find Carlita and have her whip up something special for us. I have a taste for something spicy. Tell her to make enough for three." He said looking at Angel.

"Ohh. I want that roasted chicken with that fire salsa!" She proclaimed, jumping up and bouncing off to the kitchen. "See ya Angel," she yelled from the hall.

~~~*~~~

"She’s drinking from you! That’s why she smell so much like you. Spike what’re you doing? You’ll destroy her." Angel seethed, but controlled his temper. He had to be cautious with Spike if he wanted to get Willow out of there alive and breathing.

"She wants it." The blonde dragged on a freshly lit cigarette.

"Of course she does! She’s addicted?"

"Nah, don’t let her have enough for that. She’s no good to me if she’s a junkie....So what are you here for? I told you I’d send her back when I’m done." Spike glared at Angel, letting his true feelings shine through at last.

"Dru’s back the spell worked. Let her go, Spike."

"Not bloody likely. She loves it here. She’s treated like a princess. The boys, they adore her. The other girls trust her. And she’s a right proper witch too Angel. Lot o’ power."

"Spike, you have a Princess. Drusilla. Remember her? Did Willow do a spell on you?" <Now there’s a thought.>

"Would you shut up?" Spike snarled. "Dru is here only because of the spell and I can’t stand her whining and crying and her constantly trying to bite the baby angels on the wall paper. She’s nuts and I can’t take it so Willow is reversing the spell. We’ll see what happens then."

"Reversing it? You did all this for the spell and now you’re reversing it??" Angel roared.

"Bloody hell, Angel. Yes," he sighed, rolling his eyes, "re-vers-ing-it. Drusilla is YOUR responsibility anyway. You drove her insane. It happens tonight." He walked further ahead, getting away from the older vampire’s presence. Being around Angel was always difficult, appearing angry a facade at times. He really just wanted his Sire. He didn’t have to join him. Just acknowledge him, let him know he still cared for him and wanted him, but that the soul stood in the way. He could except that and respect that. But until he did, Spike would have his own fun tormenting the vampire that made him. Turning back, he gave Angel a feral grin.

"So glad you could make it, Daddy."

~Part: 9~

He felt her before she entered the room, powerful and deadly, Daddy’s little girl. Willow, with Katherine’s help, cast the spell to counteract the love spell as soon as the vampire had returned from the hunt. She was none to happy to have been enchanted into coming back to Spike, but couldn’t stay angry at him, since he did it for her and caused a world of trouble back in that hellhole, Sunnydale. She respected him for taking the witch from under the slayer’s nose and besting her. He was almost redeemed in her eyes for siding with their mortal enemy. But she’d grown accustomed to this new freedom, independent of Spike and Angelus and was not ready to be reliant upon either again. And although she was still not balanced by normal standards her insanity was less intense and she had longer periods of lucidity.

Drusilla rounded the corner floating into the kitchen with her usual dainty flare.

"My Angel. You’ve come." She said softly, almost surprised, gazing into him with her cold hazel eyes.

"Yes, Dru. I had to find Willow." He clarified.

She smiled at him as she came closer, touched his chest. He refrained from jumping back although her caress felt like fire searing him.

"Yes... you’ve come for her, but you’ll stay for me." She advised him, her eyes all-knowing.

Spike watched them, amused at Dru’s antics. She was always good at manipulating her daddy. But the blonde didn’t think even his wicked princess could get to him through that impenetrable soul. Satan knows that Spike tried.

"Dru. I’m not staying fo..." Angel stated.

"Shhh," she placed a thin finger over Angel’s lips. "A little birdy, she’s whispering to me. Your prince is tired of me and he has a new toy. One with power. So I need you to stay for me." She twirled around her sire once, stopping in front of him. She swayed to and fro and he mimicked her motion, falling victim to his childe’s enchantment. "Be with me, Angel."

Angel snapped out of his childe’s trance, grabbing her by the arms and shaking her, less roughly than he would have normally. "Dru... stop the games. I’m not staying, I don’t belong with you anymore."

She only smiled at her sire, piercing his soul. He’d loved her once upon a massacre and, truth be told, he still loved her. Nearly as much as Spike. He shook his head, clearing it of such thoughts. <No...not going there.>

"Yeah Dru...Daddy’s too good for us now, with his bloody soul and all." The blonde scooped the brunette vampiress into his arms, feigning a dance. "Angel why don’t you tell me how you found my little piece of paradise?" He suggested, glaring at Dru.

"The bond Spike. It’s always there. I can always find you." Angel sighed.

Spike rolled his eyes, "Now, now Peaches, lying is not allowed. Dru? Baby? Did you open up to Angel here? He inquired, taking a finger into his mouth and sucking gently.

"Maybe I did. Daddy won’t hurt us, Spikey. He loves us, especially you." She tilted her head to face Angel. "Right now I want to dance with Daddy." She reached for him as Spike released her, smirking at his sire and wondering what the souled vampire would do.

Angel let his head fall back and stared at the ceiling <hmm...little angel’s painted up there...my boy’s a psychiatrist’s wetdream.> Giving in he took his youngest childe’s hand, encirlced her waist and led her in a slow waltz as she hummed. She felt good against him, cool and delicious, his demon screaming for him to reclaim what was his. Everything. Dru, Spike, even Willow since she now apparently belonged to Spike. And...there was someone else here, pulling at his demon. But the demon in front of him was caressing the nape of his neck, stirring his soul and demon and against his better, righteous, infinitely wise, judgement he allowed her to pull him into a kiss. It was started out tentative, lips softly touching, nipping at each other, but it quickly escalated into a fevered display of passions and desires long pent up and festering.

Not wanting to interrupt anything that his sister may rekindle with their sire, Spike, discreetly motioned for the cook to leave quietly as he disappeared to find Willow and Katherine.

~~~*~~~

"Nah, he’s clueless. Doesn’t even suspect." The blonde flopped on the bed and lit a smoke. Willow and Katherine remained him his suite talking while Angel and his childer met. "It was strange being with him and not fighting. Not even wanting to." He admitted.

"So you think it worked then?" Willow asked. Kat came up behind the redhead peeked at her sire over the human’ shoulder, awaiting his reply.

"I think that it was just enough of a lusting spell. Too much would put that soul of his on alert. You sure about his soul, Red?" Spike asked. A repeat visit from Angelus was about as high on his list of things to do as going to see ‘Barney on Ice’.

"Will he loose his soul? No Spike. If I thought it were possible would be doing this. I told you...the version that I cast didn’t have the clause. So he can’t loose it from being happy."

"And he doesn’t know?" Spike toss this around in his mind, trying to find the best use for this information.

"William? When do I get to meet Grandsire? Even with the soul, his presence is overwhelming. Do you feel it too?" She asked the blonde.

"Yeah, I’m just used to it is all. It’s bloody difficult to be around him sometimes, though when I can’t have him."

"So...when Sire?" The other blue-eyed demon, bounced on her feet, anxious to see the vampire that had the good sense to select her daddy as his childe, his companion, his mate for eternity. She could not imagine her sire growing old and frail. His beauty was most assuredly meant to be enjoyed forever.

Spike just chuckled at his childe’s excitement. He wasn’t sure he was ready to let Angel in on the fact that he’d made his own childe, but was finding it hard to say no to Kat. He of all vampires understood the attraction of Angelus’ demon. Smiling in to the dark blue eyes of his beautiful creation, he rested his hands on her waist, capturing her attention with his intensity.

"Alright luv. You go get dolled up. Can’t have you meeting your Grandsire for the first time dressed in jeans."

"Oh! Thanks William. You’re the bestest sire ever!" She joked, hugging the blonde tightly.

Willow was happy that the young vampire would finally be able to stop hiding her existence. Angel was not easily fooled and Willow had cast a spell to dim Katherine’s presence, but the master vampire would pick up Spike’s scent on the demon if they ended up in the same room, thus blowing her cover. She wasn’t sure why Spike was hesitant to inform Angel about Katherine. It was just going to be interesting to see the dark vampire’s reaction. It would also take some of his attention off of the young witch, something she could definitely appreciate.

"Willow...come help me pick out something. You know what Angelus likes."

"No... I know what Angel likes...a little... Angelus was a mystery to me. I never understood why my fish had to die..." She drifted off in thought, looking through her new friend.

"What?" Kat gave her a quizzical grin.

"oh...uh nothing. I’ll help you pick out something. But remember I am fuzzy sweater girl so you may not want my advise." She added.

Spike watched his witch and childe with mixed feelings. He loved Willow’s heat, but couldn’t wait to make her his forever. He wanted them both in his bed right now, but left them to their mission throwing in one last instruction. "Be ready by midnight. I want us all to go into town tonight." He didn’t wait for a response as it was not needed. His childe was so anxious to show herself off to Angel that she would probably be ready before 10pm.

Back in his suite of rooms, the blonde vampire picked up the cordless and proceeded to make arrangements for that night.

~Part: 10~

Spike watched his sire approach from the east wing, hating the emotions the older vampire elicited. "Angelus," he called too him. The dark vampire looked up, probably from his brooding.

"Spike," his usual one word greeting.

"How was your evening with your Princess?"

Angel wanted to beat the smirk off his childe’s face. <No respect for their elders...That’s the problem here.> Instead he relied on his stoic _expression.

"No need to answer ME, Poof. I can smell her on you." The blond sauntered up to the older vampire and circled him, inhaling the alluring scent of his sire and sister’s coupling. "She IS amazingly tight, even after all these years," Spike purred in Angel’s ear, tensing slightly when his sire growled.

"Stop it now, Spike."

"What WILL the slayer say?" Spike asked wide eyed, then feigned a high voice adding, "Oh Angel! How could you sleep with that evil soulless demon? I don’t care if she is your childe. You have a soul and can ignore them." He side stepped Angel’s violent advances, chuckling. "Now, now, Pops. No fighting. Just having a little fun is all, being that I am evil and soulless."

Angel took a few calming breaths and stomped away as Spike followed. He went out the patio doors into the inner garden and sat on a bench. He eyed Spike until the younger vampire relented and sat on the bench opposite him with a sigh.

"When are you going to release Willow? The spell worked and was reversed. So why keep her here?" He tried to keep his voice calm, knowing that his childe ability to read a persons intentions was uncanny, nearly psychic.

"She wants to be here. I don’t make her stay anymore. She is free to come and go as she pleases. You know that."

"Yes. I know that. And I know that you fed her your blood. How can she not want to stay, Spike?" The accusation was thinly veiled.

"Hey! She bit me." He fibbed with a giggle. "I must say it was a fabulous bit of shagging involved too." He added proudly.

"Just let me take her back. She doesn’t belong here. She belongs with her friends and her family."

"Her FRIENDS use her and her FAMILY ignores her. I am here. For her. Forever, Angelus."

Angel knew that what his childe said was closer to the truth than anyone in Sunnydale would dare admit. They did use her and her parents were never there. She was alone. But Spike would never let her die and Angel could not return to Buffy without her. If he left Willow here, the next time he saw the hacker she would be a demon and his grandchilde. <Speaking of which...>

"Who are you hiding?" Angel asked, his fathomless _expression a stark contrast to Spike’s startled one.

"Hiding? I’m not hiding anyone. What are you talking about?" The younger vampire took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and lit one, eyeing his sire, his own eyes now cold and unreadable as well.

"There is a presence here. Feels like you and Dru, but faint. I know it’s not either of you because I felt it earlier when you were both with me. So who is it?"

"Oh...Well, she’s not hiding, she just hasn’t been around.," the blond recovered.

"Spike!" Angel could imagine putting the boy’s head in a vise and squeezing it until it popped, oozing blood and brains into the bleached blond hair. But he could also imagine the grief he would feel for an eternity and pushed such thoughts from his mind.

"Wait here..." Before the vampire could agree or disagree his childe was gone, back into the house.

Several minutes passed, increasing Angel’s edginess and he was about to hunt down his arrogant prince when Spike returned, hand in hand with another redhead. Only this one’s hair was dark like blood and her eyes were the most penetrating blue that he’d seen since his boy. Suddenly her presence was overwhelming, like a damper was removed, and he could feel her demon. It was awesome and treacherous and she was easily in control of it. She smiled at him excitedly, bouncing on her toes.

"Katherine, this is Angelus, Childe of Darla, Grandchilde of the Master and your Grandsire. " She took the two steps needed to be only inches from him.

"Angelus, my Sire, this is Katherine, Childe of William, blah, blah, blah and your Grandechilde."

Angel only stared. The girl was beautiful and tall. Of course, they always picked childer for beauty and brains. But Spike was a sire? And had sired one so powerful and beautiful? He longed to see her demon, but the soul would never ask.

"Well, Poof, don’t just stand there catching flies, say something."

"I... Spike...when...I...um..." Spike rolled his eyes and nudged his childe.

"Hello Angelus. Can I call you Angelus? Or should I call you Grandfather? Or should..."

"Call him Peaches, luv." Spike chuckled.

"Katherine. Hi, and Angel is fine." Angel spoke up, not wanting to start a new tradition of name calling with this creature.

"She was a seer, Angel. She has the gift of sight. It was killing her, that pain of the visions. Now that she has the demon, no pain and riddle free visions. She is a wonder. Taste her, Sire. After all, it is your right," the blond offered.

Angel gazed into the blue eyes before him beseeching him to drink of her. His demon roared, wanting to take her hard and fast on the floor like he’d done Dru a few hours ago.

"No, I think I’d better not." He grabbed Spike by the arm and dragged him further into the garden yelling behind them, "Excuse us, Katherine. I need a moment with my childe!"

Spike could feel his girl’s disappointment as she ran off into the mansion crying. He yanked himself free and whirled on his sire.

"You bloody wanker. She is crying. All you had to do was do what any normal grandsire would have done. Why can’t you remember that we ALL didn’t eat a soddin’ gypsy?!" Spike’s fist crashed hard into Angel’s jaw, sending him back several feet into a tree. "You will apologize to her!" He roared.

"Fine" Angel wiped the blood from his mouth. Remembering his own anxiety whenever Spike was hurt, he decided not to thrash his boy for his disrespect this time. "But I’ll rip your arms off and beat you with them if you don’t mind you manners, William." He growled, pushing his large body off the tree while rubbing his jaw.

"Whatever, Poof. You just make it up to my baby and we’ll be square."

"You never asked me if you could make a childe. You know it’s my right and I can still destroy her. It’s my right as well since you didn’t get permission."

Spike’s demon came forward for a few seconds, before disappearing. "Touch her and I kill your slut of a slayer, her mother, her watcher, her friends, and I turn Willow into a weak minion and keep her as a pet. You remember what I like to do to my pets, don’t you mate?" He arched a brow at his sire.

"Spike. I....I’m sorry. I only meant that you should have told me. It’s my right as your sire."

"You BLOODY IDIOT!! That huge overhanging brow of yours really does impede the thought process! Your RIGHT!?" He laughed maniacally. "It was my right to have my sire take care of me and PROTECT me from his crazed bitch of a sire that hated the fucking blood I drank. But you ran off for a hundred years, so fuck your RIGHTS ANGELUS and FUCK YOU!"

This was not what Angel expected. His childe was an emotional vampire, subject to sudden outburst and flights of fancy, but the turmoil rolling off of him turned the older vampire’s stomach, making him nauseated, a strange and disturbing sensation for a vampire.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID TO ME????!!! No...no, you don’t." His rant had drained him and his voice was now hoarse and quiet. "And you never will. I’ll never relive it to tell you even though it was turn your insides and give you nightmares. Even Dru in her craziness knows to never speak of those days."

"So Angel, don’t give me any crap about your rights. I made my own way in this bloody world without you. I don’t need you here now dictating to me at your leisure."

Angel reached for his childe wanting to comfort him, somehow make it better, but the blonde motioned a dismissal and began walking deeper into the gardens, away from his sire and his soul.

~~~*~~~

Willow held the young vampire as she cried, angry at Angel for hurting the girl’s feelings. She understood why Angel resisted her, and tried to get Kat to understand that he didn’t hate her, but it would take time and Angel to fix this.

Her own thoughts and sympathy were interrupted by a sharp pain in her abdomen. Gasping, it was so intense, she doubled over the vampire moaning.

Kat quickly forgot her own pain as she sense the agony in the witch. She also picked up a faint hint up blood in the air. Delicious and coming from Willow.

"Willow, what’s wrong?" The young girl only moaned again, her nails digging into Kat’s arm and shoulder. The demon wrenched herself free and forced the hacker to look at her. "I need you to tell me what’s wrong."

"Oh...Gods...It’s never been so bad..." A whisper was all she could manage.

"What?!" Panic was setting in. If something happened to the witch while in her care, her sire would flip.

"My period...It’s starting and ...cramps are killing me."

Katherine relaxed a little. This she knew about and remembered.

"Lay down. I’ll find William. Bit don’t leave this room or let anyone else in. Right now you are the finest wine and the minions may not have that much control." She left only after Willow nodded that he understood, locking the door behind her.

~~~*~~~

Spike’s demon was already in an uproar from his time with Angel in the garden. Now as he opened the door to her suite he felt his hold slipping as was his human visage. Kat was behind him, game faced as well.

"Leave us. Go to your grandsire. He feels bad and wants to see you. You take the limo and show him your club. Keep him busy there." She nodded and left, knowing better than to try to interfere in his plans.

He turned to Willow, who was moaning softly on the bed, her pain undeniably delectable. He refrained from smiling as he soaked in her beauty. She was stunning in her agony and the demon in him only wished he were the cause of her torture.

"Willow? Can you hear me, luv?" He stalked over slowly, his hand roaming over his chest and abdomen.

"Spike...Gods... help me, please." She was weak, and the smell of her blood permeated the room, stirring his cock to life.

"I can make it go away." She reached for him as he approach, using the last reserves of her strength

"Please Spike. Why? Why am I hurting so bad. I’ve never...been like this before." She threw her head back as a wave of pain swallowed her whole, spitting her out to face her vampire’s inquisitive gaze.

Leaning over her, the blonde nuzzled her neck, explaining as he nipped lightly and licked the trails of blood her created. An appetizer of sorts. "You gave your virginity to a demon, a vampire to be precise. And this is your first cycle after our unholy union. Your God is punishing you." He brushed his lips over hers, smelling her sweat and blood, so intoxicating that his shaft pulsated in his pants.

She began to cry, begging forgiveness, stumbling over prayers she’d forgotten the words to.

He place a finger over her lips, quieting her instantly. Her eyes were water-filled and round as she trembled in fear and agony, the reality of her decisions crashing down around her. She’d given herself to him freely, drank from him greedily, fucked him, passionately and now she belong to him, totally. She was asking for help from the wrong deity. Her god was blond.

"Spike, please help me. Make it stop, make me yours. Take me away from a god who would hurt me for wanting you."

The blonde demon heard her prayer and rejoiced. He grabbed her roughly, so great was his desire to taste her, and flipped her on her back, ripping her skirt then her panties from her pain ridden frame. He kissed her thigh gently and sighed into her hot skin before lapping at her core.

"Satan below, Willow, you taste divine. I could drink you forever." Her growled against her and she arched into his mouth as a cramp hit her. The blonde took the opportunity to suck greedily from her, delighting in her wails as the cramping took her over. His tongue rolled over her clit, keeping her precariously balanced between pleasure and pain. Her cries were a symphony and he was the conductor.

"Oh Spike, my god... I...am I dying?"

"No, luv. When I kill you it will be even better than this." He devoured her, massaging her sensitive nub, finally letting her fall over the precipice into oblivion.

Her walls and cramping, sent a new flood her blood to his awaiting lips, which he happily consumed, growling and purring in his ecstasy. He didn’t slow in his efforts and allow her to come down, keeping her in a state of perpetual orgasm and her muscles clenched again and again, providing the vampire a light but constant flow of her ambrosia.

Willow began pushing away from him, the sensations becoming to intense, and he gripped her hips tightly, bruising her, as he continue his relentless attention to her deliciously bloody center.

"Spike! No... please...ahhh!" She muttered incoherently, slapping at him, her feeble attempts amusing him.

Again and again she came, screaming for more and begging him to stop. He lifted and switched them so that she was now balanced over him riding his face.

Every contraction sent a new tickled down to his awaiting lips. He kissed her wet folds as ravenously as he would her mouth, letting his tongue dance over her clit as she squirmed above him.

"Please...I can’t do this anymore." She pleaded, bent over supporting herself with arms that shook, muscles cramping from the stress. Her hair hung wet in her face, her body cover in sweat, her clothes clung to her overheated form. She was bucking against him again and tried to escape his torturous mouth, screaming her orgasm, but the vampire held her firmly as her sent her spiraling into her own heaven-filled Hell repeatedly until, eventually, she passed out.

Spike maneuvered from beneath her, surprised that she’d held on in that state for almost two hours, much longer than he thought she could. He licked his lips clean and pulled her to him, allowing her this time to rest. He would give her his full attention when she came to again. His demon smiled with a feral gleam in his eye. He could barely wait.

~~~*~~~

Kate was worried. They were on the way back well before dawn. William wanted her to keep his sire busy for more than the three hours they were gone and she had no way to contact him. She tried the bond but he was either asleep or so lost in the witch’s brew that he was not able to focus. They came up the drive in the limo.

"Katherine. Thanks again for the tour. I’m impressed. The place is nice."

"Yeah...Thanks Angel. I try, ya know. It keeps the demons around here in line and the general population a lot safer. Not that I really care, but this is a quiet area and too much activity would be noticed."

"Hmmm. Yes" Angel was preoccupied, being flooded with baser emotions coming from... Spike. <Now that’s unusual.>

"Angel... we're here. I’ll just go check on Willow."

"Sure. I’ll come too. I need to speak with your sire anyway."

"No!... no." She placed two graceful hands on his chest. "I’ll send him to you. Willow was having female troubles and she’d be mortified if you..."

"She WHAT?" The dark vampire roared, snatching his grandchilde by her throat.

"Grandsire, please. What did I do?" She begged, blood tears filling her eyes.

"She is alone with him, you knew." He lessened the pressure, but still held her firmly against the seat of the limo, his demon face visible.

"She needed him Angel." She wanted to defend herself, make her case, but was enchanted by her first look at Angelus’ demon. "You are so beautiful. Why do you hide your demon? You’re so powerful." She caressed his ridged features, and kissed his forehead tentatively. "My Sire wants you back so badly. I understand why he aches for you."

Stunned by her revelation, he forgot about Willow momentarily. "HE, Spike...wants me?"

"More than anything else. More than Willow, more than Dru, more than me." She looked down, embarrassed that she’d told him so much. William would be furious with her, but she was tired of their pretensions. The both had it bad for each other and were absolutely miserable without the other.

He tilted her head up by her slightly pointy chin and drank in her beauty. <The boy has taste.> "Thanks Katherine. He is lucky to have you. You’re a magnificent childe. " She smiled, basking in his praise. "Now...let’s go see a vampire about a witch."

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