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~Part: 21~
Willow watched Spike, not at all sure what he was planning. He had said that it was time to fuck in a tone that could have been used to say that it was cold and rainy. She was trying to ignore the need that she was feeling, knowing that she was about to lose her virginity to a monster. A monster that she had just enjoyed sucking off, that she wanted to please, that she wanted to look at her with some emotion, any emotion, in those cold blue eyes. She knew that her friends would see the truth when they looked in her eyes, would see how depraved and horrible she really was at heart. She would lose them all, knew they would never understand what she, herself, didn't quite understand. She had never imagined that she had this desire inside herself. She was always the good girl, the one that scored perfect test scores and was always there whenever her friends needed anything. How could she be sitting here now eagerly waiting for Spike to fuck her? She could never face her friends again, knowing that something had been awakened inside herself that would not be possible to hide. Once she gave herself to Spike, because there was no longer any doubts in her mind that she would indeed end up begging him to fuck her, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again. And, a part of her, the part of her that had been whispering all the naughty thoughts in her mind, didn't care.
Spike rolled his eyes as he saw her face. Stupid bitch must not have any idea how clearly her emotions could be seen. She didn't even try to hide them. It was shocking she hadn't been killed years before, slayer or not. His eyes narrowed as he realized how easily she could have been killed. He'd nabbed her in less than five minutes. Once he had observed her, he could see that she was strong and powerful, but she was also weak, human, easy prey for demons that craved innocence. He didn't like the idea of anyone touching her except him. Her screams of pain and cries of pleasure were his to hear and enjoy, no one else. He felt his demon pushing forward as he realized what would need to be done. He'd take care of it, make sure she enjoyed every minute, make sure she'd never want another man to touch her. He reached for her leg, pulling her towards him.
Willow cried out when he roughly pulled her down the bed, surprise causing her to fall backwards onto the sheet. She grimaced as her back touched the cotton, her senses having become rather dulled to the constant pain that her back was giving off. Now, she couldn't ignore it. He continued pulling her towards the end of the bed, not caring that the sheet was reopening the wounds. He finally let her foot go when she was laying in a position he seemed to approve of. Her entire body was on edge, pain in her back, an ache between her legs, her breath ragged as she watched him, eager to see what his next move would be at the same time she was dreading facing up to her own needs and desires.
"You smell heavenly, Red," Spike said quietly, his eyes flashing as he licked his lips. "Blood and innocence and desire and fear. Who do you belong to?"
Willow swallowed, unable to look away from his cold blue eyes. He showed her no emotions, gave no hint that this was anything except a game for him. She knew it was the truth. This wasn't about caring or even like. He hated her, had no interest in her except to hurt Buffy. She needed to keep reminding herself that it was all just a game to him. She had never imagined giving her virginity to someone that didn't at least want her, yet she was about to hand it over to a demon that might very well kill her when he was finished using her. No, he wouldn't kill her. He wouldn't let her off that easily. He wanted her to suffer for being friends with Buffy, had to know that she would lose everyone she loved when he was finished with her. She almost wished she had the energy to fight him, to force him into killing her so that she wouldn't have to accept the truth about herself.
"Who do you belong to?" Spike growled as she refused to answer. He moved up the bed, his eyes still on hers as he reached out and squeezed her breast roughly.
"You, Spike, I belong to you," she whispered as her face twisted with pain and desire. With those words, she gave herself to him. Heaven have mercy on her soul, there would be no going back.
~Part: 22~
"Mine," he hissed as his mouth caught hers, his hand continuing to roughly squeeze her pert little breasts. She arched against him, her mouth opening to him as she rubbed her pretty little warm body against him. He was surrounded by the scent of her blood, the marks he had made on her back easily reopening when they had brushed against the sheet. He moved his left hand behind her, running it over the wounds, pressing against them as he listened to her whimper of pleasure. Who would have ever guessed that the slayer's little shadow contained such dark desires? He had discovered them, had opened her eyes to the passion and need she so desperately craved and possessed.
Willow quit thinking as soon as his lips touched hers. She gave herself to him completely, accepting that she was a depraved and horrible person, not caring anymore about anything except the arousal she felt every time Spike touched her, looked at her, spoke to her. She needed him, wanted him, craved him, had to have more. She felt his fingers on her back, her body moving against his as she tried to get away from his exploring touch. She felt him tracing the wounds on her back, his fingernails digging into her flesh as wave after wave of arousal washed over her. How could she find this exciting? How could she be turned on by feeling pain? She whimpered as he moved against her, pushing her deep into the mattress. The ache between her legs was consuming, her need clouding her eyes and making her react in ways she had never imagined.
Spike moved his hand from behind her, pressing her back flat against the sheets as he moved it down her slim body. He finally reached the drenched curls between her legs, his bloody fingers brushing against her clit, pinching it as she stilled underneath him, her mouth ripping from his as she screamed in release, her body arching up as he roughly thrust three fingers into her tight warmth, his thumb brushing against her clit as she continued to cry out in pleasure. Her body was moving against his hand, her head thrashing back and forth against the pillow as he played her body, knowing exactly what she wanted, not giving it to her. The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat and blood, his hand bruising her breasts as he squeezed the plump flesh, his mouth joining his hand as he bit into her, lapping at her blood as he continued his rough assault on her trembling body.
"Please," Willow whimpered, pressing down against his hand, feeling his fangs scrape against her nipples, felt him biting into her breasts, his tongue cool against her heated flesh. "Please, please, please," she began to repeat, wondering if she would explode from the pleasure she was finding at his hands.
He looked up, looked into her eyes, knew it was time. He smiled a cold smile, demanded, "What do you want, Red?"
"You, I want you," she whispered as she found herself caught again by those cold blue eyes.
"What do you want from me?" he asked lazily, cocking a brow as he moved his hand from between her legs, bringing it up as she could clearly see the blood and juices that coated it. He ran his tongue over his finger, his eyes flashing yellow as he tasted her.
"Don't make me," she begged, knowing that nothing was ever going to be the same, but also knowing that saying the words would make it all real, would force her into accepting everything, would mean there was no hope in forgetting this part of her soul. Who was she kidding? She'd never be able to forget this. It was part of her, and it would never be hidden again. He had done this to her, forced her into discovering the truth about herself, and she hated him at the same time she ached for him. She didn't understand, couldn't understand, but it was far too late to worry. It had been over the moment he realized she was aroused at the touch of his whip on her flesh. That had been the end of everything.
"Tell me," he demanded as he tasted her. God, she was delicious. He frowned, needing to be buried inside her. "What*do*you*want*?" he asked, punctuating each word with a squeeze to her upper thigh.
"Fuck me, Spike," she whispered, watching as he smirked at her, his eyes flashing yellow.
"All you had to do was ask, Red," he said with a wicked laugh as he moved between her legs, ready to give her what she wanted.
~Part: 23~
"Buffy?" Angel looked at the blonde slayer, surprised to see her on his doorstep when she should have been at school. "What's wrong?"
"We need to talk," Buffy said as she looked at the vampire she loved. "Can we come in?"
"We?" he looked past her, finally noticing the rest of her group. No, not all of them. Willow was missing. He looked back at Buffy and saw her hazel eyes and sighed, knowing suddenly why she was there. "Willow's missing."
"Yeah," Buffy said quietly moving past him into his apartment once he moved to the side to let them in.
"What happened?" Angel asked after the four humans were seated in his living room.
"Willow disappeared last night," Giles said, his worry making him appear ten years older. "We think that she was taken."
"Do you want me to ask around?" Angel asked, not quite sure why Buffy wasn't looking at him.
"Do you know where Spike is?" Buffy asked, finally looking into Angel's eyes.
"Spike?" he was instantly alert, "You think Spike has Willow? Has had her since last night?"
"He was pissed, and she was there," Buffy said, not liking the way Angel was looking. "What is it?"
"Buffy, if Spike took her, it might already be too late," Angel said softly, knowing that was not what they wanted to hear, but knowing Spike well enough to know what he had probably done with the quiet redhead. Hell, Angelus had taught the blond everything about torture and revenge. This wasn't good. Not good at all.
"No, she's still alive," Xander spoke up for the first time. "If he did take her, what would he have done?"
"I can't answer that," Angel said as he looked away from them. It had been many decades since he had known Spike. He honestly had no idea what he would do to Willow to get back at Buffy, but he had some good suspicions, none of which these people needed to hear.
"Angel, can you help us find him?" Buffy asked, having a pretty good idea what Spike would do to Willow. And it was all her fault. Because Willow was her friend, the redhead was being beaten or worse. She had to get to Willow before it was too late.
"I don't know where he and Dru are staying, but I can try to find them after dusk," Angel said, knowing that it would be best if he found Willow before Buffy found Spike. He didn't want his childe or grandchilde to be hurt, but he wouldn't be able to stop Buffy from killing them if Willow died before they found her. "Dru has managed to cloud them from me, but I might be able to sense Willow."
"Thank you, Angel," Buffy said as she gave him a sad smile, her mind trying not to dwell on the horror that Willow was probably experiencing.
~Part: 24~
Spike lifted her hips as he moved between her long legs. He moved his cock between her wet cleft, eyes closing slightly as he felt the warm juices coating him. He looked at her, saw the self-hatred in her eyes. Silly little bitch was ashamed at her reaction to him, had no idea how bloody beautiful it was to find someone that could accept the darkness in their heart, that would explore their deepest desires. He scowled at his thoughts, knowing he should be pleased to see the hatred. He wanted her to be so broken that the slayer would never able to help her. He licked his lips as he moved towards her neck, his hand moving his cock slightly into her. Man, was she tight. His fingers had practically been snapped off when she had come earlier, now he was finally going to enjoy that tight warmth. Her first man, her only man, he decided eyes flashing yellow as he nuzzled her neck.
He entered her completely as his fangs entered her neck, his thrust pushing her up and causing his bite to be even more deep. He listened to the sweet sounds of her cry of pain, her hands moving to his back as her nails dug into his flesh. He continued to drink from her as he began to give her what she had wanted. He fucked her. Hard. His body moving into her no longer virginal passage at a rapid speed, his cock coming nearly out before being thrust deep into her again. Her cries of pain were fading as she began to moan, her body moving against his as she began to meet the rough thrusts from his body.
Willow was dying. That could be the only explanation for what she was feeling. She felt Spike drinking from her neck, not caring if he drained her dry. It would be easier to just die, but not yet. She was so alive with need, taking everything he gave her. He fit. She didn't know how, but he had buried that entire cock into her. She was in pain beyond what she had imagined, but it was a dull pain that was quickly fading every time he sunk deep inside. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts, her eyes staring at the warehouse ceiling overhead as she gave herself over to the pleasure. She was relieved when he finally moved his mouth from her neck, his mouth catching hers as he shared the taste of her blood and release with her. She sucked on his tongue, her eyes meeting his as they kissed. How could it feel so good, so right? She just didn't understand.
Spike groaned when he felt her sucking on his tongue, his hand moving between their bodies as he roughly twisted her clit. He could feel his release coming and wanted to make sure she came with him. His reasoning was that she'd feel even more guilty if she came several times. Hard to look the slayer in the eye if you came multiple times at the hands of her greatest enemy. He felt her come nearly the instant he touched her clit, her muscles tightening around him so tightly that he had to close his eyes to keep from coming. He tore his mouth from hers, moving down and catching her breast. He sucked on her nipple, his free hand holding her back as their bodies slapped against each other. He didn't bite her again, knowing that she had already lost a great deal of blood. Couldn't leave her broken for the slayer if she died from blood loss. Instead, he nibbled at her breast, listening to her whisper his name over and over, her voice thick with desire. It wasn't long before he entered her deeply, his seed spilling into her as he growled, his mouth catching her cry of release.
Spike stayed buried inside her for several minutes, just tasting her mouth as she collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. Finally, he released her mouth. His blue eyes looked over her, taking delight in the sated look that had filled her pretty green eyes. His eyes moved over the bites and bruises that were already starting to cover her. Blood, sweat, tears, and come covered her body, her breathing ragged as she blinked at him sleepily. His eyes finally moved to bite mark on her neck, narrowing as he looked at the claim. He'd claimed her. What the fuck had he been thinking? He snarled as he moved from between her legs, blue eyes flashing with disgust and confusion. He hadn't planned on claiming the little bitch. He'd never claimed a human before. What had she done to him? He should kill her, leave her dead and broken body for the fucking slayer. He frowned as he realized that he didn't like the idea of her being dead. He had to get away from her, to clear his head, before he made anymore stupid mistakes. This wasn't the plan.
"Daddy's looking for our kitten," Drusilla said softly as her dark eyes watched her childe. She smiled slightly when he looked at her. Poor baby, still didn't understand. She looked at the redhead, glad to see that the girl was sleeping. She needed a rest. Spike had played with her for hours. She was a pretty kitten, just like the stars said. Drusilla would tend to her when she woke up, bathe her and find her a pretty dress. She looked back at Spike, dark eyes flashing yellow as she said, "He's helping the smelly old slayer try to take away our kitten."
"Really?" Spike didn't even notice the look in Dru's eyes as she spoke, nor did he pay attention to her words beyond the fact that Angel was looking for Red. Spike got to his feet, pulling his jeans on. His plan had just changed. Angel's involvement made a difference. They needed his grandsire's help to fix Dru before they could leave this fucking town. It wasn't likely that Peaches would help willingly, but, now, it would seem that he had something to trade. He'd get Dru all fixed up, and, in exchange, he'd give Red to Angel, knowing this was much smarter than just leaving the little whore for the slayer to find. He looked at Dru, glad to see that he was thinking again. His eyes moved to the sleeping redhead, finding it rather ironic that the silly little bitch would be his way of saving Dru, when all he'd intended was getting some revenge against the slayer. He'd call Angel, make the offer, and finally maybe they could leave this hell. He looked back at Dru, giving her a quick kiss before he moved towards the door, "I'll be back soon, luv. I've got a call to make."
~Part: 25~
Drusilla watched Spike leave the room, a frown on her pretty lips as she sat staring at the now closed door. Silly boy, never listened to anything she said. She got to her feet, walking towards the trunk that was sitting a few feet from the bed. She kneeled down, a smile crossing her face as she picked up Miss. Edith. She gently brushed the curls away from her dolly's face, her fingers tracing the cool porcelain. "My Spikey's being a naughty boy. Never listens to his Mum," she whispered to her dolly, her head moving slightly to the side as her eyelids drifted halfway down.
Her eyes suddenly flashed open, a large smile crossing her face as she processed what her dolly had told her. It was going to be okay. She was going to be happy; her Spike was going to be happy. She giggled as she laid the doll down, careful not to dirty up her pretty dress, "Foolish childe, will learn that Mummy is always right. Won't he be so surprised!" She clapped her hands and giggled again, excitement in her eyes as she thought over what she had been told. She'd not say a word, she decided. Her pretty William never listened to her anyway. She'd keep it a secret, a big wonderful secret just between her and her dolly. She suddenly moved her head, her eyes snapping as they focused on one of her other dolls. She frowned at it, picking her up and glaring, "There shall be none of that, Felicity! My sweet William deserves to be happy! No tea for you," she finally declared as she snapped the neck of her doll, the negative whispers ending abruptly.
Drusilla looked at the broken doll, a pleased smile crossing her face. Teach her dolly to doubt the stars. The stars were always right, having never failed to be truthful with her in over a century. She threw her dolly against the wall, watching as it shattered. Felicity would not be able to whisper such mean things anymore. Drusilla turned her head, her eyes finding her pretty kitten. The girl had moved in her sleep when she had broken the doll, not as deeply asleep as Drusilla had first thought. Poor kitten, all dirty and scared and tired. A small smile crossed Dru's face as she turned back to her trunk. She looked through the contents, careful not to disturb her sleeping dolls. They had all been nice and deserved a rest. Finally, she found what she had been seeking. She removed the dress as she stood, her eyes looking over the pretty light green silk. She had had the dress for decades, having been struck by the color when walking through Italy. Spike had broken the window of the shop and taken the dress for her, a prezzie for his Princess. She had never worn the dress, though, instead tucking it away in her trunk to save. She looked at the sleeping girl on the bed and smiled. It would look wonderful against her kitten's auburn hair.
She walked towards the bed, carefully laying the dress on the edge. She did not want to muss her kitten's pretty new dress. Wouldn't she be so surprised to see her gift? Drusilla looked from the gown to her kitten, deciding that Kitten's next dress would be a darker shade of green, her pale skin would glow against the dark green material Drusilla envisioned. Shaking her head slightly, Dru licked her lips. Kitten needed to be cleaned up, then she could be dressed. Dru would dress her and then they could play games together as they waited for Spike to return. The dark haired vampire left the side of the bed as she walked towards a table that held a water vase and a bowl. She poured the fresh water into the bowl and picked up a clean cloth. She slowly walked back to the bed, careful not to spill a drop of water. She set the bowl on the small table beside the bed before sitting on edge of the mattress beside the sleeping redhead.
Drusilla put the cloth into the water, letting it soak before lifting it and twisting it to remove the extra water. She then looked at her kitten, wondering what the girl's name was. The stars had not told her, instead of whispering about darkness and pain and pleasure and happiness, visions of red hair and green eyes and the sweet cries of release and begging. No name yet for her kitten. She smiled softly as she moved her hand towards the girl's face, brushing her long dark red hair from her face. Pretty hair. Thick and soft even when soaked with sweat and blood and release. Dirty little kitten. Spike had marked her entire body, leaving no inch free of his smell, her blood, or his release. Dru's eyes moved to claim on her kitten's neck. She giggled softly as she moved her fingers over the deep bite. Poor Spikey, so confused and stubborn. He just didn't listen, didn't understand. He would though. The stars had told her, and she trusted them. With a soft sigh, she picked up the cloth and gently began to move it over her kitten's face.
~Part: 26~
Willow was running down dark halls and twisted paths. She could hear whispers behind her, hunting her, and she ran faster. She ran until she felt like she was going to die, her body unable to run any more. She ran until she came to a bridge, a rickety bridge that caused her to stop running. She was scared to go across, her eyes looking down and seeing nothing but a dark, black hole. She had to stop running. She turned to face her enemy, her eyes widening when she found herself looking into her own eyes. She stared at the smiling image of herself, seeing the look of satisfaction in those knowing green eyes. She saw the bruises on her skin, the bites on her body, knew what she was looking at. Her hand moved up to her own neck, feeling the bite mark. Did she have that look in her eyes? How could she have found such pleasure in his touch? How was it possible that she was bruised and beaten and sated, aching for more? Her eyes looked away from her vision as she heard the whispers, widening as she began to make out the shapes of her friends coming to her, the pity and disgust in their eyes as the came closer and closer. She looked at the vision in front of her, her eyes closing as it walked towards her, moved into her, became a part of her. A sad smile crossed her face as she began to accept it, began to welcome it. Eyes snapped open as she looked at the faces of those she loved, those she called friend. She began to back away from them, had to get away from the accusations she saw in their eyes. She found herself falling, having forgotten the dark hole behind. She didn't scream, resignation entering her eyes as she fell. She suddenly felt arms around her, cold arms catching her. Lips on her neck, painful piercing of her skin as he drank from her, his whispered words letting her know that he wasn't going to let her go. Turning her head to look into cold blue eyes.
Willow gasped as she woke up, trying to remember where she was. She felt cool hands gently pushing her back down, her eyes finding concerned brown eyes.
"Poor baby had a nightmare," Drusilla cooed as she pushed the girl back down. "Shhh….it's over now. Close your eyes and breathe. It's going to be okay. I'll take care of you, pretty kitty."
Willow found herself obeying the crazed vampire, breathing deeply as everything came back to her. She cringed as she became aware of the pain that was consuming her entire body. Everything hurt, a dull pain that throbbed in various places at random intervals. She opened her eyes when she felt a damp cloth moving against her face. She was surprised to see that Drusilla was cleaning her. Her eyes looked around wildly, remembering that Spike had said that no one could touch her.
"Spike is a naughty boy," Drusilla said, seemingly understanding what the redhead was thinking. She felt green eyes on her face and smiled softly, "He is off making more of his silly little plans, talking to Daddy. Daddy's not going to be happy, but he's scared, scared for you my pretty little girl. He'll make Spikey happy, but not as happy as you."
Willow was too tired to follow the woman's words, to understand anything except that Spike was gone. She found herself listening to the soft words that Drusilla spoke, her accented voice nearly hypnotizing. She wanted to ask if Spike was going to kill her, if he was going to let her go, if her life was indeed ruined, but she couldn't speak, knowing the woman that was gently washing her was supposed to be insane and even more powerful than Spike, even if she wasn't as strong at the moment. Willow could feel the power, the strength, in much the same way she had felt it in Spike, had even felt it in Angel on those few occasions she had seen the souled vampire. Willow found herself both scared of that power at the same time she found it arousing. The danger excited her. Drusilla's touch was a contrast to Spike, the woman treating her tenderly, carefully wiping her face clean.
"So beautiful," Drusilla whispered with a pleased smile as she found her kitten watching her. "Do not worry about Spike, he cannot harm me for touching you. What is his is mine," she said as she saw the girl's eyes flash with concern at the feel of her fingers on her bare flesh. "He is my childe, my sweet William. You were my prezzie, pretty kitten. And he has gone and gotten you messy. Don't worry, though. I shall clean you up, and then we shall play. Do you want to play with me, kitty?"
Willow didn't know what to say. She was being given a choice? She had been a present for Dru? She was even more confused, not understanding why he would leave her with such an opportunity to try to escape. She felt fingers tighten in her hair as she found herself looking into dark brown eyes that were looking at her with growing impatience. Escape? There was no escape. Even as weak as she was at the moment, Drusilla was much stronger than Willow. Especially considering the pain her body was feeling, the loss of blood, the hunger. What had Drusilla asked her? Something about playing? Willow was scared to answer, had no idea what the beautiful vampire considered playing.
"Kitty," Drusilla frowned as the girl remained silent, "do you want to play with me?"
"Yes," Willow whispered, knowing that any other answer could result in her quick death. Drusilla was Spike's sire. If she upset Dru, Spike would punish her. She didn't want to make Spike angry or give him a reason to punish her. While she knew that death might be better than what awaited her, she didn't want to die. She was a survivor, always had been, always would be. If Drusilla wanted to play, she could play. Maybe Buffy would find her and rescue her. She tried her best to ignore the whisper in her head that was laughing at her, that knew she wasn't so certain she wanted to be rescued anymore.
~Part: 27~
"Oh goodie," Drusilla smiled at her kitten's words, glad to have someone that wanted to play with her. "We shall finish cleaning you first, my pretty," Drusilla decided as she moved the cloth along the girl's face to get the last few traces of blood and seed. "Then I shall give you your prezzie. I think you will like it, my pretty kitty."
Willow found herself curious despite the circumstances. Drusilla had a present for her? What kind of present would an insane vampire give a girl that her childe had kidnapped and tortured and fucked? Would Willow enjoy the present? She found herself looking into kind brown eyes, surprised to see emotions in the woman's eyes. Spike's eyes had been cold and blank, giving her no idea what his thoughts were. Drusilla's were different, guarded but kind. She was not acting in a threatening manner at all, though Willow knew the woman could kill her in seconds on a mere whim. She felt Drusilla washing her, listening to the woman rambling again about her naughty William and his lack of understanding in the stars. Stars? She was hungry, unable to follow Drusilla's words. She just knew that it felt nice to have her body cleaned, it felt nice to have someone taking care of her.
"So many bites," Drusilla clucked her tongue as she moved the cloth over a bite on the girl's breast. She was careful not to disrupt the wound, not wanting it to start bleeding again. She did not wish to get blood on her pretty's new dress, and knew they would not be able to play if the girl was in pain. Her eyes narrowed as she smelled the intoxicating mixture of blood and Spike and Kitten. She leaned down, her long hair brushing over the girl's arm as she ran her tongue over the bite, licking it clean. She heard the girl gasp, could smell the sweet scent of fear and arousal. She looked up, catching confused green eyes. A soft smile crossed her face as her eyes flashed yellow.
Willow couldn't move, didn't know what was happening. One minute, Drusilla had been rambling about bites and how messy her Spike was, the next, she was licking Willow's breast. She watched as the vampire's eyes flashed yellow, a smile on her beautiful face as she leaned over and again licked the bite. Willow couldn't control the soft moan that came from her lips at the gentle touch of Drusilla. It was so unlike when Spike had touched her, his hands bruising and strong and painfully pleasurable. Drusilla's caress was soft and tender, her lips tasting instead of taking. Willow had seen into the darkest parts of her soul when Spike had touched her. Now, she was seeing the other side at Drusilla's touch.
"Poor confused kitty," Drusilla whispered against the redhead's tummy as she moved her lips down the girl's flesh. She tasted so good, salty and sweet. Dru could understand why Spike had been so possessive, so animalistic. The girl was heavenly, feeding her demon's desire for fear and innocence and need at the same time her soft moans were arousing the woman inside the vampire. The stars had not been completely honest, Drusilla realized. They had spoken of many things, but never once mentioned just how tasty Kitten truly was. Drusilla continued bathing the girl, wiping the cloth along the redhead's body until her flesh was clean.
Willow didn't understand how she could be so excited by Drusilla's touch. It was so unlike Spike's, yet aroused her in nearly the same manner. True, there wasn't the same ache, the same desperate need she had felt when Spike had touched her, had spoken to her, had beaten her, but there was a need nonetheless. She had never considered herself gay before, but she couldn't deny that her body was finding Drusilla's touch arousing. The cool fingers, the wet tongue, the soft lips. She closed her eyes as she concentrated on the feel of the woman's hands on her skin, blocking out the pain and hunger she was still feeling. She didn't know what she needed, what she wanted. She just needed.
~Part: 28~
"Turn over, pretty pet," Drusilla ordered softly as she moved from the bed, taking the dirty water to a corner and emptying it before putting fresh water in the bowl. She watched as the girl did as she was told, no hesitation in her eyes as she moved to lay on her stomach. Dru's eyes moved over her back and cute little butt. The girl's back was covered in dried blood, the wounds still pink and tender, though it appeared that none would scar. Drusilla was very proud of her boy. While Spike had been extremely brutal with the girl, he had remained in control enough not to do any permanent damage, save for the claim bite on her neck. That would never fade, would always remain as a symbol of his ownership of the human. Drusilla quickly washed the girl's back, leaning over at times to taste the dried blood, careful not to reopen any wounds. When she was finished, she smiled. "You can turn back over, Kitten," she whispered as she looked at the girl. She could see the need in those lovely green eyes, the scent thick in the air.
She put the cloth in the bowl, her decision made as she moved her hand between the girl's legs. She would relieve the girl's need and then they could play. She slid her long finger into the girl, not at all surprised to find her wet. She smiled softly, knowing that, under different circumstances, she would like to enjoy the girl, to spend hours tasting her and touching her and enjoying her warm body. But, now was not the time. Spike was playing one of his naughty games, and Drusilla had no interest in playing. It was between him and Red, and it was not her place to get in the middle. She went about her business quickly, touching the redhead in the right places, listening with half closed eyes as the girl began to moan, began to move against her hand. She licked her lips as she listened to the sweets sounds of release spilling from the girl's lips, resisting the urge to bury her teeth in the warm sweaty flesh. Time for that later. When she felt the girl starting to relax, she removed her hand, bringing it up to her mouth. She licked it clean, her eyes flashing yellow at the wonderful taste. Even sweeter when not mixed with blood.
"Made it all feel better, didn't it, Princess?" Drusilla said softly, her fingers brushing through that glorious auburn hair. She brushed her wet fingers against the girl's lips, groaning when the girl opened her mouth and tasted them. She pulled her hand back, laughing softly, "Now you can see your prezzie."
Willow was confused, not understanding what had happened. Drusilla had given her an orgasm, played her body perfectly, giving her a different pleasure than she had felt with Spike. Now, the woman was talking about presents. Did she not expect the same in return? Spike had fucked her without really caring about her own release except as a way of making her feel even more guilty. Why was Drusilla not demanding repayment? Did she not find her attractive? Why was it disappointing that Drusilla had moved away from her with a giggle and a smile? This line of thinking halted as soon as she thought about Spike. Oh God, she'd let herself come at Drusilla's hands. Spike was going to be angry with her, sire or no sire. She shouldn't have done that, no matter how aroused she had been. She didn't want to make him angry, didn't want him to kill her. What had she been thinking? Her eyes nervously looked at the door as if she expected him to come in at that very moment and punish her. Why did her body find that idea so damn arousing? She was worse than a monster.
"Spike won't be home for a bit," Drusilla said softly, seeing the fear and desire in the girl's eyes as she looked at the door. She smiled as she looked at the door, "he's playing one of his silly games, doesn't even realize that it is no longer game. Foolish boy, never listens to his Mum," she turned her head back to look at the redhead, smiling as she said, "Here is your prezzie, Kitten. Shall we put it on so that we can play?"
Willow looked at Dru, surprised to see the vampire holding a beautiful gown in much the same style as the one she was currently wearing. It was a pale green and looked like something out of a Jane Austin movie. She nodded her head, having not really paid attention to her nudity since Spike had first removed her clothes. Now, looking at this wonderful dress, she found herself eager to put it on. She let Drusilla pull her to her feet, her face grimacing as she touched the floor, her legs not strong enough to hold her. Dru's hand held her up as she stepped into the dress. She continued to lean against the vampire as she was dressed, the gown just a bit snug around the waist and too big around her breasts, but it felt lovely against her tender skin. She sat back down on the bed, sighing as she struggled to remain sitting up.
"Wonderful," Drusilla beamed as she fastened the gown. The next gown would fit better, she decided. Snug against Kitten's pretty pert little breasts and longer, the gown ending several inches above the redhead's feet. She'd have it designed special, in a pretty dark green. Kitten would be glorious, Drusilla thought proudly. She picked up her brush and worked on the long red hair. Soon, she had it pinned up, a few strands hanging down against the girl's pretty neck. "All dressed. Now, we can play."
Willow watched the woman go to a trunk that was beside the bed, worry in her eyes as she waited to see what they would be playing. She relaxed when she saw Drusilla remove several dolls from the trunk, turning back to her with a pleased smile.
"Oh, it's been ever so long since I've had someone to play with, Kitten," Drusilla sat on the bed beside the redhead as she laid out her dolls. "We'll have such fun! This is Evelyn," a doll was given to Willow, "and this is Georgina, and this is Louisa," Drusilla continued introducing her dolls as the redhead leaned back against the pillow, playing with the dolly she had been given.
~Part: 29~
Spike pulled his car over when he saw the sign marking the entrance to Willy's bar. He had left the warehouse fifteen minutes ago after getting dressed, decided he could use some air before going back. The sun was high overhead, heating the interior of his car despite the very dark tinting he had had installed years before. He liked the heat, enjoyed the warmth. There was a pay phone right down the street from the warehouse where he and Drusilla had taken up residence, and he could have already made the call and been back home. He wasn't stupid though. Be just like the bloody poof to have caller ID. Spike had no intention of giving anything away to the bastard, especially not his present location. So, he'd driven all the way across town to use the phone at the seedy bar, not giving a royal fuck if Peaches saw this number in his little annoying ID box, if he had one. Spike had also welcomed the chance to get away from the warehouse, away from HER and her intoxicating scent and taste and those eyes that seemed to look right into his mind. He shook his head, a scowl crossing his handsome face. Didn't matter. By this time tomorrow, he and Dru would be out of this hell town, the slayer would be trying to pick up the pieces of Red, and he'd have taken care of his Princess like he'd promised, getting her strength back without hurting her precious little Daddy.
He moved his coat over his head as he opened his car door, feeling the slight prickle of pain as the sunlight touched his flesh. He kicked the door shut and ran to the bar. Finally, he was in the safety of the doorway, his blue eyes looking at the bright street as he ran his tongue over his burned flesh. It would be healed by the time his phone call was over so he wasn't that concerned. He let the warmth of the sunny afternoon heat his body as he smiled. God, he loved warm afternoons. True, there was always a bit of pain involved in enjoying them, but what was pleasure without a little pain? He turned away from the dangers of the sun and entered the dark bar, his eyes moving around the small space as he located every inhabitant, dismissing them all as non-threatening. He gave a nod to the bartender, thinking that Willy rather resembled a rodent. He walked the length of the bar towards the back where the pay phones were set up. He stopped at the end of the bar, cocking his head slightly as he held open his hand. It didn't Willy long before he realized what Spike was waiting for. Nervously, he opened his register and handed him some change. This was one vampire he wasn't going to cross.
Spike took the change and entered the rather old-fashioned phone booth. He closed the door, not wanting anyone to overhear his conversation. Wouldn't do for the current Master of Sunnydale to be heard making deals with the enemy. He put the money in the phone, dialed the number he had memorized weeks before, listening to it ring. On the sixth ring, it was answered. "Bout damn time, Peaches."
"Spike?" Angel was instantly alert, moving so that his back was to the humans that were sitting in his living room. He didn't need them to know who he was talking to, not yet. "What do you want?"
"Are ye always this rude to your callers or is it just me?" Spike asked lazily, knowing full well how to piss off his grandsire. "Guess that explains why you don't have many friends. You can work on that, you know. Seek counseling. Learn to be polite."
"Don't test me, boy," Angel said, knowing full well that Spike held all of the cards. It was a good sign for Willow that his grandchilde was calling him. She might have just been taken for an exchange. She might not be hurt at all.
"And don't push me, Angelus," Spike stressed the vampire's name, his eyes flashing yellow as he spoke slowly, wanting to savor the power that he had in this situation, "or little Red might just get eaten by the big bad wolf." Angel wasn't around to see the smug smile cross Spike's face as he thought of just how much of Red he had already tasted.
"So you do have her," Angel sighed, his voice lowering as he asked, "what do you want for her, Spike?"
"You," Spike said as he rolled his eyes at Angel's stupidity, "your blood, that is."
~Part: 30~
"What?" Angel was a bit surprised at the request.
"Dru needs your blood for some silly ritual that stars were on about," Spike clarified not wanting any doubts as to what he wanted from the older vampire. "Your blood in exchange for little Red."
"How much?" Angel asked, knowing that he had no choice in this.
"Not enough to kill you," Spike said with a snort, "'Tis a pity, that. World could do with one less broody bastard. Anyhow, it's just a bit, get my Princess strong again so we can leave this fucking town."
"You'll leave? After it's over?" Angel asked.
"The minute it's over," Spike replied truthfully. He didn't want to stay in this town any longer than necessary. He'd make sure that everyone knew he'd bested the slayer at her own game, using her friends against her in much the same way she had used them against her, and then he'd leave and never look back.
"Promise me," Angel demanded, knowing that, despite his many faults, Spike never broke his promises. It was a matter of honor amongst their family.
"Bloody hell," Spike muttered, finally saying, "If you give me the blood we need and don't try to stop us from leaving, I'll give you Red and Dru and I will leave this hell."
"She'll be alive and healthy," Angel said, giving Spike no doubts that there was no deal if Willow was hurt or dead.
"Who, Red?" Spike smiled, "Don't worry, Gramps. I ain't done nothing to your little bitch that she hasn't wanted. She'll be waiting for you to run in and play hero and save her once my Dru is fixed. How's that?"
"Have you hurt her, Spike?" Angel asked, needing to know what to expect once they got Willow back, needing to prepare Buffy and the others. He no longer knew Spike, didn't have any idea what the blond vampire was capable of doing to Willow just to get revenge on Buffy.
"What do you think?" he asked, making a face at the phone, wondering if Angel had any idea how pathetic he had become, before deciding that it was time for damage control. He didn't want to give Angel any reason to not fulfill their deal, "She's fine. She was sleeping with a smile on her cute little face when I left. Nice and alive, waiting for her friends to rescue her I'm sure."
"Keep her that way," Angel said, "we have a deal. When and where?"
Spike added extra money to the phone, not wanting it to stop when they were getting to the good part. "You're in agreement then, Angelus? Promise me, no tricks."
"No tricks, Spike," Angel sighed. "I'll do the ritual, you give her to me, and you and Dru leave town forever. That's the deal."
"A bit melodramatic, aren't you Peaches?" Spike asked with amusement, knowing that Angel was growing impatient, "Leave town forever? Sounds like a line from some cheesy late night movie."
"Spike," Angel's voice held a hint of warning. He'd rather do this the easy way, knew there was a much greater chance of getting Willow back without harm, but he could also do it the hard way if needed.
"Angelus, I hate this town. I hate the smell and people and the slayer and you. Do you really think I'd ever want to come back?" Spike growled. "I can easily promise that I will never come back to this hell. We'll do the ritual tonight, at midnight. Big warehouse over on Stephens Avenue, the one with the faded blue sign that mentions furniture. Second floor. I'll have everything ready. You can bring your slayer but no one else. If I so much as sense another one of her little gang, Red dies. If the slayer so much as makes one move to stop me and Dru from leaving, Red dies. If you don't hold up your end of the deal, Red dies. Do you get the theme yet?"
"I can come alone," Angel said, not sure if he could trust Buffy when it was Willow's life on the line.
"No," Spike smiled slowly, "slayer comes too. Got to have someone help you get the little bitch once we leave, you'll be all weak and shit. Besides, I'll have someone to talk to during the ritual. I'm looking forward to chatting with your bottled blonde whore."
"Spike…."
"Oh, would you look at that? Time's up. Midnight, Gramps. You and the slayer, me and Dru. After it's all done, we're out of this hell town and you can have Red back. Everyone's happy. See ya tonight."
Angel looked at the now silent phone as he sighed, running a hand over his face before he placed it back in its holder, trying to think of how he was going to explain all of this to Buffy and the others.