END OF INNOCENCE (3/?)
 

Spike watched the redhead, not believing what he had stumbled across on his
way to his crypt. She was bloody magnificent, with her red hair shining in
the moonlight and the look of complete concentration on her face. He leaned
against the tree, lighting a cigarette and watching her fight the vampire. He
could honestly say that she had surprised him. He had imagined that she had
run to the dorm and was now crying in her pillow. Instead, she was in a
cemetary alone and fighting what appeared to be a fledge. His eyes narrowed
as he realized how stupid her actions were. Sure, she appeared to be holding
her own but one slight mistake and she'd be dead. His demon surged forward at
the thought of her dying by any one else's hands. He was going to be the one
to kill her. He had already decided that years before.
 

He continued to lazily watch her fight, admiring the way her body moved. He
heard her soft gasp as she was hit in the stomach and resisted the urge to
move forward, kill the vampire and shag her senseless. That wouldn't do. He'd
let her take care of the vampire, get rid of whatever was bugging her enough
to cause her to pick a fight with a vampire, and then think about shagging
her senseless. He had been working on Red for months. In fact, from the first
moment he had arrived at the watcher's doorstep, he had been slowly working
away at that protective shell around her. He wanted her and no silly implant
was going to keep him from her. But, today, with his harsh words, he had seen
the denial in those green eyes. She had not wanted to accept the truth. He
had moved too quickly, it seemed. He really hoped that he had not lost the
progress it had taken him so long to make. Now, watching her fight, he was
clearly able to see the fire and darkness that danced within her.
 

It was rather ironic in a way, he realized. The fact that the slayer's two
closest friends had more darkness in them than he had seen in many of the
demon's that they fought. The slayer was a blind twit for not picking up on
it before. Though, both human's had done a fairly good job of hiding their
true selves from everyone, including themselves it seemed. It delighted him
to watch the boy act on his impulses and seek a fight. Made him right proud,
in fact. To watch Willow seek out danger and confront it, kick it's ass
actually, well, that went beyond pride. He had known she would make him a
fantastic mate, even back when dealing with Dru's whining and Angelus' little
revenge game with the slayer. The redhead had always been meant for him, his
plans had just been forced to change. And then, when he had come back to
claim her, he had gotten soddin' drunk and left without even a small taste.
He refused to even think of that evening in her room. What he would have done
to her if the implant hadn't been there. If not for that damn initiative, he
and Red would have painted the town with the slayer's blood. Of course, now
he had had a chance to see the potential in Xander. It had given him time to
realize that three worked much better than two. Both Willow and Xander would
be strong, that he knew. The thoughts of what the three of them could do
together made him moan softly. All the blood and torture and screams. He
could easily close his eyes and hear the sounds, see the frightened faces,
feel the blood coating them as they fucked.
 

He heard a satisfied sigh and his eyes flew open. He adjusted himself, his
hard on pushing against the denim of his jeans. Damn, twice in one night he
realized in disgust. Just watching these two little humans could have him
harder than he had been in years. He saw Willow dusting the front of her
shirt off as she smiled slightly. He caught her eyes, knowing that she had no
idea he was watching her. He smiled at what he saw in their green depths.
Things he had not seen since looking into Angelus' eyes. Spike felt a moment
of hesitation, wondering if he might be getting in over his head. Her power,
her strength, it reminded him much of his sire. Could he sire someone that
could very well be more cunning and ruthless than even he? Xander was not a
worry. In the boy, Spike saw the makings of a delicious vampire. Evil and
darkness mixed with just the right amounts of sensuality and intelligence.
With Willow, though, Spike saw what very well might be his superior. He
smiled slightly, realizing that the idea of siring one so powerful did not
scare him. He'd ensure that she knew who her sire was, and then stand back
and watch her work. She'd have Sunnydale on their knees in no time.
 

A true childe was always one that possessed power and strength. That was the
reason he was Angelus' favorite. Spike wasn't stupid. He knew that he was not
as strong as his sire, but he was close. Their matings had always been rough
and full of violence while at the same time almost loving in nature. Angelus
would never say the words, and Spike would never expect him too. Love was not
in a vampire's vocabulary. Lust, need, desire, want, obsession...those were
the words of endearment for his kind. Angelus needed him....wanted him.
Drusilla had been an obsession, though there had been desire there too. But,
he knew that his sire that would not blink if she were killed while if he was
the one killed, Angelus, even in the wimpy souled version he was now, would
search the ends of the earth until his murdered was properly tortured and
killed. The damn slutty slayer should be glad she had never suceeded in those
reckless attempts on his life, Spike knew. If she had, Angel would have had
her blood, regardless of their sappy damned eternal love bullshit. Knowing
that the bond between him and his sire would never fade, despite the hate
between them at most times, well, it was nice, though Spike would lay in the
sun before admitting that. In a way, he wanted to share that bond with his
own childer. Take his obsession and her playmate and be a family. Have the
family that he had not had in so many years. Reclaim the title of Scourge of
Europe with his Red and Xan at his side. Ah, the screams, he thought, blue
eyes narrowing again as a small smile crossed his lips.
 

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