END OF INNOCENCE (6/?)
 

Spike looked at her as if she had grown a second head. She shifted, her
courage starting to flee. He didn't say a word, just stood there staring at
her as if he hadn't heard her words. She thought about repeating them, but
figured it would be easier to pretend she hadn't said them if he chose to
ignore her if she had only said them once. Her eyes glanced at the floor,
noticing the dirt covering the stone surface. She wondered idly if it was
cool to touch. It was rather warm out but somehow she figured it was cool. It
would probably feel like Spike against her body if she were to lay on it
nude. Heat spread over her at the image of laying on the stone floor with
Spike moving into her.
 

"What the bloody hell did you say?" he finally demanded, his voice irritated
from the faint hints of her arousal in the air. Stupid chit, dropping a bomb
like that and then getting turned on by looking at the floor.
 

She jumped slightly, drawn from her daydream, twilight dream she realized as
she saw the sun starting to shift in the sky. She took a deep breath and
repeated her earlier words. "I want you to kill me."
 

"Get the fuck in here," he demanded, his grip tight on her arm as he pulled
her into the crypt. He shut the door, turning to glare at her. What game was
she playing? Had she discovered that he had been following her and the boy
the past few days? Did she know what had planned to do to them both? "You
want me to kill you?"
 

"Not forever," she squeaked, not liking the look in his eyes. If it were any
other vampire, she'd be standing tall and ready to fight. But, in Spike, she
saw a true master. He'd have her neck snapped before she could land one blow.
No, she could not stand up to him. Not now at least. "I'd like to take you up
on that offer."
 

"Don't recall making any offers," he drawled, trying to keep her from seeing
his surprise and curiosity. He found a cigarette and lit it, stalking around
her as his eyes appraised her figure.
 

"That night, in my room," she said, keeping her voice even. "You said I had a
choice. I could either die or die and become like you."
 

"You want to become a vampire?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. What had
brought this on, he wondered. He did not speak, waiting for her to babble the
answers to his questions.
 

"Yes, I do," she said, looking him in the eye. "But, I want to keep Xander."
 

"Keep him?" Spike asked, blowing a cloud of smoke in her direction.
 

"I want him to become like me...like us," she clarified, wondering what had
happened to her usual ability to communicate eloquently. "I want you to turn
him too, though it might take him awhile longer before he's ready."
 

"Why would I want to change either of you?" he asked, waiting for her to
answer with interest.
 

"Because, we would make damn good vampires," she said, confidence in her
tone. "And we know Buffy, so we'd know how to destroy her."
 

"You want to kill your bitchy little friend?"
 

"Yes," she hissed, remembering the threats of that afternoon. "I want to hear
her scream until she dies."
 

"So, I should change you both so the slayer dies. Then what? I would assume
it won't take you long to kill the bitch," Spike said.
 

Willow chewed on her bottom lip, looking at Spike then looking at the floor
before looking back at him. "I hadn't thought that far ahead."
 

"First part of surviving as a vampire, pet, is to always think ahead," Spike
said lazily.
 

"I just want to kill her and destroy the initiative," she said quietly.
"After that, well, we can do whatever we want, couldn't we?"
 

"Why would I want to be stuck with that boy for eternity, luv? I could have
you right now, why make him?" he asked.
 

"Because, I love him and I think he'd make a ruthless vampire," she
continued.
 

"You won't love him after you change, pet. Vampires don't love," he explained.
 

"I'd still love him," she said, knowing that there was no way she could
survive, even undead, without Xander.
 

"So, you want me to kill you and the boy so you can destroy the slayer and
initiative?" he asked, watching her face. She was serious. She wanted him to
kill her that night.
 

"Yes," Willow said. "She's threatened me. Threatened to sic the initiative on
me for being a witch. She's already going to tell them about you and there is
no way you can defend yourself against them. They're human after all. If you
change me, well, I'll kill them until we can fix your implant."
 

"You want to protect me?" he said, "Wait a fucking minute! She threatened
turning you over to them?"
 

"Yes," Willow said softly.
 

"Are you certain you really want this or are you just reacting?" he asked,
needing to make sure she wouldn't regret this rash decision.
 

"I've wanted this for so long, Spike. I want you," she said, blushing as she
realized how that sounded, "to turn me. To make me yours. If you still want
me...."
 

Before she could finish her doubts, her lips were caught by his. He pulled
her roughly against him as he rubbed his erection into her stomach, giving
her no doubts that he wanted her, in more ways than one. He continued to kiss
her, his hands moving to her ass as he pulled her even closer. Pulling away,
he caught her chin and lifted it. Her wide eyes looked at him in surprise and
he heard her heart racing. "Tell me what you want, pet."
 

"I want you," she said quietly, her voice husky. "I want you to fuck me and
turn me and claim me and teach me everything I need to know."
 

He moved his hand to her hair, tightening his grip in it as he ran his tongue
over her cheek. He moved his mouth over hers, whispering one word before
claiming her mouth again, "Done."

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