** ** **
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, witch."

Willow arched one delicate eyebrow at the grumbling vampire sitting
cross-legged on the floor with her. "You -volunteered-, Spike." She smirked.

"You -volunteered- Spike." The bleached vampire mimicked, grimacing at the
sickly sweet tone he was using. "I'm just here to make sure I don’t end up
playing with Slutty's tonsils -again-."

The red head rolled her eyes. "Don't you have something better to do? I don’t
need a chaperone. Its Halloween for goddess' sake. I know a big bad vampire
like you has to have -something- better to do than baby-sit a novice witch!"
She wasn't in the mood for Spike's condescending remarks about her magic. Not
tonight. Not ever, really.

"OooOo. Touchy, touchy." Spike smirked. "No can do, Pet. I'm staying here with
you until you're done with the blasted thing." {At least then I might end up
with my lips plastered to yours instead of the soddin' Slayers'.} He thought
darkly. Deep in his very being his demon roared for him to finally make a claim
on the red headed witch who had captured his very heart over the months they
had been forced to work together. "So...lets get on with it, Red."

Willow nodded. Grabbing a bundle of incense and lighting it, she handed the
smoking mass to the vampire. "Here, circle this clockwise in the air."

William the Bloody, reduced to a friggin' alter boy for a witch. Spike snorted.
Angelus would have laughed his arse off to see this. He twirled the incense in
the air, breathing in deep. It was the scent of vanilla and musk and something
else he couldn’t quite place - scents he generally associated with the witch
sitting before him.

Closing her eyes, Willow began to chant. This spell would allow her to see into
the nether world on this night alone. Only on this night was the veil between
the worlds thin enough for her to be able to see into the other side. If only
Tara had been here to celebrate Samhain with her - they could have truly worked
some real magic being able to communicate with the dead.

But the blonde haired witch had left her two months prior with no more than a
'see ya around'. The red head pushed aside the sadness that always plagued her
when she thought of her ex-girlfriend and concentrated on the words in front of
her. She hoped to be able to speak with one of the Rom who had originally
cursed Angel to try to get a more permanent curse from them. The words of the
spell tumbled from her lips as she tossed some powdered crystals into the small
bowl of water sitting before her. She took a deep
breath, breathing in the heady scent of the incense.

"Pet...?" Spike murmured. He didn't know what was happening. One minute he had
been bored as hell and the next... The next he was struggling just to stay
seated, his brain reeling as if he'd had entirely too much to drink though he
was sober.

Willow's eyes clouded over as she looked up at the blonde. She saw the look of
worry on his face even as it faded from her view, the world receding into
darkness.

Then she remembered nothing.

** ** **

Something was definitely different, Spike decided before he even opened his
eyes. The last thing he could remember was feeling lightheaded and then seeing
Red fall. Then - nothing. He couldn't believe he had passed out - that hadn't
happened to him in longer than he could remember.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling of Willow's
living room with a grimace. His entire body was sore and he could distinctly
feel something poking him rather sharply in his back. Smoke was still thick in
the air and it made breathing difficulty, causing his lungs to burn each time
he drew in a shaky breath.

Wait.

Breathing?

Crystal blue eyes widened considerably as he felt his chest rise and fall with
the unconscious effort of maintaining a steady breath. He felt the altogether
unfamiliar sensation of fear grip his chest as he raised one trembling hand to
his wrist, feeling for a pulse.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Bloody Hell!" Sitting suddenly, the former vampire was favored with a rush of
blood to his head, momentarily making him dizzy. This had to be the witch's
fault! Somehow she had botched yet another spell and now he was HUMAN!

"Mmmm" Willow groaned, slowly opening her eyes to look over at the fuming man
sitting close to her. She felt an unfamiliar desire course through her as her
eyes roamed his delicious body. She licked her lips, finally raising her eyes
to his. A hunger she had never before known swept through her and she felt
something snap within her.

"Fuck." Spike whispered, looking into the amber eyes of the young woman in
front of him. He was human and she was quite obviously a vampire. "Veil between
the dead and the living my arse! You switched us, witch!" He glared at her.

The red haired vampire stopped in mid-motion, catching herself before she
leaned even closer to him. She tilted her head to the side, thinking on what he
had said. It was true, she could distinctly remember doing a spell and being
human. Then she had blacked out and now... She smiled, forcing her demon back
and allowing her human face to come forward. "Sorry?"

Spike glared at her. Just by her tone of voice he could tell that she wasn't in
the least bit sorry. The demon's influence over her was already complete -
there was no remorse in her eyes for what had happened. No fear. No anxiety.
Just hunger and...lust? He swallowed. "Can I take a look at the spell, pet?"

"Sure." She picked the spell book up off of the floor, handing it to him and
brushing his fingers with hers. Something within her recognized the human in
front of her as someone she shouldn't kill - someone that she should get to
know better. The part of her that was still Willow Rosenberg wondered briefly
if this was permanent. Would Spike let her turn him if it was? She didn't want
to spend eternity alone.

"Ah. Here you go, ducks." He pointed to a line on the paper. "You must have
translated it wrong. Instead of 'on this most sacred of nights let me speak to
the dead' you read 'on this most sacred of nights let me be one with the
dead'." He arched an eyebrow at her, grinning. "So the whole bloody mess with
be done with in the morning. I'll get my demon back..."

"And I'll be little mousy Willow again." The vampire grimaced. "Oh joy." She
stood in one fluid motion, her muscles uncoiling with a grace and power she had
never had before. "Well...so few hours to have fun. I'd better get started
now." She turned, leaving a stunned Spike sitting on the floor as she made her
way to the stairs. There had to be something in her closet that wasn't
so...boring. "Coming?" she threw over her shoulder to the stunned blonde.

Scrambling to his feet, Spike followed the red haired goddess up the steps
towards her room. She was even more beautiful in this incarnation than she had
been as a human, the demon bringing out her more ethereal traits. His eyes
roamed to her ass, tight and firm beneath the jeans she was wearing and he
found himself aching to run his hands along it. Almost immediately his manhood
sprang to attention, wanting that which he was so ardently lusting after.

Crossing the room to her closet, Willow opened the doors. Her gaze wandered
over the clothing within, heart falling as she realized there was little in
there in the way of anything 'daring'. Then she spotted it. The little green
slip dress she had bought last time she visited LA. Cordelia had practically
forced it into her hands at the time. Now it was looking like her only refuge
from the miserable drabness of fuzziness in the closet.

Without a second thought the new vampire began to remove her clothing, not
caring that there was anyone else in the room with her, much less a member of
the opposite sex. Her nostrils flared as she caught scent of something sweet
and tangy, hanging in the air. "What is that?" She turned, wearing nothing but
her pale pink satin underwear and looked in the eyes of the gaping male sitting
on her bed.

"What is -what-, ducks?" Spike whispered, trying hard not to stare at her. He
couldn't believe that she was standing in front of him, mostly naked.

"That smell. Its so sweet...almost tangy..." Her eyes darkened with lust.
"Completely erotic." She felt her demon push forward and licked her lips, her
eyes again wandering the body of the blonde in front of her. Her demon seemed
to feel a special affinity to him and it didn't help that she had already had
'fluffy' feelings for him before this. Roaming across his crotch, the vampire
sucked in an unnecessary breath.

"Spikey...Its arousal. That wonderful, delicious, utterly seductive smell is
your arousal!" She clapped her hands together, grinning at him with childlike
glee laced with a sensuousness she had never had as a human. Advancing on him
slowly, the red head smirked softly. She ran her hands over her flat stomach
and up across her satin encased breasts. “Do you want…this?”

Spike shuddered. “Yes….er…no. No I don’t, pet. Not like this. You aren’t
yourself.” The words were said as a formality, the part of him that was purely
male not caring that she wasn’t herself. She was here, seductive and almost
naked, and that’s all that mattered. With the demon coloring her every action
and look she was more beautiful than he had ever imagined she would be when he
turned her. If he turned her.

“Of course I’m not, -luv-,” She drawled, kneeling in front of him. She put her
head on his crotch, breathing in the heady scent of his arousal as she rubbed
her cheek along his erection. “I’m so much more than I was. I feel so free. So
alive and so wonderful.” Her eyes fluttered between gold and green as she
tilted her head up to look into his face. A confused expression flitted past
the list. “Why aren’t you all moaning and whining now that you’re soul-having,
Spikey? You seem the same…”

The former vampire chuckled. “Of course, ducks. I was a mean bloke before I met
Angelus.” His breath was ragged as she reached her hand up to scratch gently at
the jeans covering his quite obviously hard shaft. His chest felt tight with
the effort to simply sit there and not throw her down. It was best to hold out
as long as possible so that at least, when this was all over, he could protest
to her that it hadn’t been something he really wanted.

“Did you kill?” The red head licked her lips. Her demon was clammering to be
allowed to have its first kill – to taste the rich warmth that a human’s blood
would bring to her. But there was something else the demon wanted even more –
sex. Deep in her mind the demon was whispering delicious hints of what would
turn the blonde on – what she could do to highten both his pleasure and her
own.

“Yes…” He groaned as the zipper was slowly let down on his jeans. He felt her
cool fingers brush across his throbbing shaft and jumped slightly. He had never
really thought before exactly how cold his body was to a member of the living.

“Did it feel good?” She whispered, her panties soaked through at the thought of
not only throwing him down and fucking him but also the thought of him killing.
“To hold their lives in your hands and then snuff them out? Like they never
meant anything?” She slowly peeled back his foreskin, exposing the sensitive
weeping head of his rod. Her tongue snaked out, licking at the drops of pre-cum
like a cat licking cream.

“Pet…” Spike twined his fingers into the silky red flames of her hair, holding
her head down on his cock. He moaned as she began to bob her mouth up and down,
taking his entire length with each suckling movement. The coolness was almost
too much on his hot length – almost enough to cool off the fire burning deep in
his chest from his own arousal.

Almost.

“I need you.” Willow murmured, raising her head to look at him.

The blonde nodded, forcing down the thin streak of fear that ran through him at
the sight of her true face. He doubted she even realized it had happened and
that only excited him more. It meant that she was too far gone in the moment to
care about keeping up her human mask. She was ready for him. Tight and wet –
ready for him to sink into. He licked his lips once then twice before
whispering. “You can bloody well have me, Red.”

She was on him at once, pulling his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion.
It fell to the floor in a ball of cotton, her fingers ripping dangerously at
his jeans. Standing, Spike let her pull the pants to the ground, stepping out
of them only moments before he was thrown to the bed. He never saw her remove
her undergarments before her cool core slid down over his hot shaft.

Willow leaned down, kissing the man beneath her firmly as she began to bounce
up and down on him. It was pure ecstasy – the warmth of his shaft as it slid
home within her clenching cunt time and again. His hands came up to squeeze at
her breasts, harshly pinching at her rosy nipples. “Harder, Spikey, harder.”

The former vampire grunted his ascent, grasping her firm breasts with as much
pressure as he could. He leaned up, taking one of the pert nipples into his
mouth and biting into it with his blunt teeth. She screamed his name, riding
him harder as the pleasure-mixed pain washed through her body, spreading out in
a hot rush from her aching breasts. Spike moaned, licking at her other nipple
before taking it, too, into his mouth. He suckled on it hard before moving his
mouth to the fleshy underside of the perfect-shaped mound. He took a piece of
her flesh between his teeth, sucking blood to the surface as she continued to
ride him as hard as she could.

Willow could feel her orgasm building within her and pushed it back, wanting
her lover to cum with her. She didn’t know why she felt such a strong bond for
him. Everything she ever read about vampires contradicted exactly that – she
was supposed to hate all humans. But she didn’t hate Spike. Couldn’t hate him.
It had to be part of the spell, she reasoned, sliding home on his shaft yet
again as he squirmed beneath her. She could hear him moaning against her
breasts, his mouth working as he sucked her flesh into his eager mouth. Her
delicate ears picked up the change in tone as his moans took on a keening
quality. Speeding up her movements, the red head heard him tumble into orgasm
and, with a cry of her own, she followed, instinctively sinking her fangs into
his tender neck.

Spike cried out when the vampire’s fangs entered his flesh. He bit down into
the flesh of her breast he had formerly been sucking on so diligently. The
taste of Willow’s coppery blood dripped into his mouth and he licked at the
mark tenderly, shooting the last of his warm seed deep inside her cool grasping
cunt. Moaning, he pushed gently at her head. “Red. Stop, luv. You’re going to
kill me.”

The red head looked up, her eyes blazing gold as she regarded the blonde
looking at her so intently. “Mine?” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his
as she bent to lick the last of the blood pooling in the marks she had made. A
strange wave of possessiveness washed through her as she looked over him.

“Bloody hell…” Spike murmured. She had claimed him. In the heat of the moment
the chit had claimed him. There was no telling what that would mean when the
spell wore off in the morning – would her claim stay with the dawning light? He
smiled softly, looking into her eyes. Better not to think too much on it. What
was done was done. “Yours.”

Willow grinned lazily, letting her face resume its human façade. “Good,” she
purred. Her lips met his for another bruising kiss before she rolled onto her
back. A nagging pain in her stomach was her first indication that she couldn’t
lay there for the whole night. “MmM. Hungry Spikey. Wanna come with?”

The blonde raised himself up on one arm to look at her. Did he really want to
go watch her kill? Something he himself couldn’t do? Images of her ripping into
an innocent’s neck flashed through his mind and he sighed, feeling another wave
of arousal sweep through him. He needed to get them out of the bed before they
ended up shagging again. Not necessarily a bad thing normally – but when a
vampire was hungry they could very well kill a living partner in their moment
of release without even meaning to. He smirked, sitting up and swinging his
legs over the edge of the bed. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, pet.”
 

~Part Two~

The night seemed to crackle with energy to Willow’s heightened senses. She
could hear everything around her – from the melodic chirp of the cicada to the
whispered undertones of the owls in the trees. She headed towards the Bronze,
knowing that even at two in the morning there would be someone hanging around.
A pretty girl, a burly man. It didn’t matter. They were all food as far as she
was concerned. Leaning against a building across the street, she watched as a
group of friends left the Bronze. They waved goodnight to the bouncer before
hugging each other and splitting up.

Motioning for Spike to follow, Willow made her way in the shadows, staying
close to the couple she had decided to stick with. The girl was blonde and
petite and the man tall and dark haired. It reminded the red head altogether
too much of one bitchy blonde Slayer and her ex-commando of a Farmboy.

This the reason she had chosen them.

Going after the Slayer herself would have been too risky with only one night of
pure freedom given to her so she had chosen to simply knock off two of the
town’s teenage population. It would hurt the Slayer in its own way. Just two
more people she couldn’t save.

With a grin to the blonde next to her Willow stepped out of the shadows. She
made some noise, looking up as if startled. “Oh thank goodness! People!”

The couple turned to look at the red head, inquisitive looks marring their
faces. “Can I help you?” The dark haired youth asked.

“My car…it has a flat tire.” She sighed with mock-tiredness, pointing into an
alley. “One street over. I’ve been trying to find a phone for the past fifteen
minutes. The bouncer at that club back there wouldn’t let me in. I don’t
suppose either of you has a cell phone?”

Spike shook his head, keeping to the shadows. The way she played on their
emotions was masterful, something he would never have expected from her – even
as a vampire. He gazed on in awe as the girl handed her cell phone to her
boyfriend, motioning for him to take it to Red. As soon as the man stepped
within reach the red head pushed him hard, throwing him back against the
nearest building. He watched on as she struck out lightning quick, grabbing the
girl by the neck before she could even scream.

Willow sank her fangs deep into the girl’s throat, drinking deeply of the blood
that gushed forth. She swallowed her first mouthful, moaning as the thick
liquid poured down her throat. It was better than anything she had ever tasted
before and she instinctively knew that this is what she needed to stay alive
and well. This would make her powerful. She heard a rustle behind her and
dismissed it as Spike, continuing to feast from the fount at her lips.

“Red!” Spike shouted, watching in horror as the discarded young man rose,
brandishing a heavy pipe. He sprinted from his hiding place, throwing a punch
across the youth’s jaw. “Now, now. Its not nice to hit a lady.” The blonde
stopped suddenly, understanding dawning through his eyes. “The bloody chip. Its
gone. Not working! Something!” He turned to Willow, rolling his eyes when he
saw that she was still feeding. Almost as bad as a fledgling, she was.
Fishing around in the deep pockets of his duster, the former vampire kept an
eye on the moaning body in front of him. He grunted happily, pulling the object
of his search from within the leather. With a wicked smile he flicked open the
pocket knife, admiring the moonlight as it glinted off of the blade. He knelt,
straddling the groggy man. “Now. You just tried to hurt my mate. I don’t take
kindly to that.”

With a savage motion the blonde thrust the blade deep into the young man’s
stomach, twisting it as it met with his delicate internal organs. The smell of
blood and bile hit his nose as he pulled the knife free and he grinned. It had
been too long since he had been able to partake of this particular passion –
killing a human being. He felt the cool fingers of his lover trail along his
neck and knew that she was finished eating.

“Playing?” Willow murmured, watching the young man as he writhed in pain. She
could see him trying to throw Spike off, unable to due to the blonde’s strength
and his own increasing blood loss. She licked her lips at the growing pool of
blood.

Spike grinned up at his mate. “Sure am, ducks.” He flicked the knife along the
man’s cheek, a thin red line appearing in the path left by the knife. The man
was almost dead, his moan’s growing weaker by the moment. With one final twist
of his wrist the blonde slit the man’s throat, smirking as his remaining blood
leaked out onto the street. He stood, sliding the blade back into his duster
and kissing Willow roughly on the mouth. No matter what the morning brought –
be it chipped or not – he had had this. One more kill in his long life of
kills.

Moaning into her lover’s lips, the red head pulled him closer to her. Her eyes
had already bled to gold by the time they opened again. “Do you want to play
some more? Or are you ready to go home?”

It was a hard question. Here he was – able to kill again. And there was his
mate – looking absolutely shaggable. He sighed, kissing her as his arousal
flared to life again. The choice was made for him – decided by his own
rampaging human hormones. At least he’d get to shag the red head a few more
times before she regained her senses. Giving her a sly grin he murmured. “Lets
go home.”

** ** **

Willow moaned, placing a hand on her head. The pounding in it certainly wasn’t
natural. She sighed, slowly blinking open her eyes and looking over at the
clock on her nightstand. Noon. She’d only had five hours of sleep. With another
sigh she rolled over, looking into the face of the man in the bed with her.
Every moment of the night before flooded through her aching head, jostling her
into a more awake state. She gasped sharply, recalling every sick and twisted
thing she had done in the few hours she had been ‘cursed’ as a vampire.

Spike slowly opened his eyes, knowing immediately that all was right with the
world again. He could feel his demon within him, grumbling for food though he
was unsure if it would be of the human variety yet – there was no way to know
about the chip without trying to hurt Red. And he didn’t want to do that. He
looked into her wide open green eyes and forced a sigh through his lungs,
waiting for the hysterics to start. “Morning, pet.”

The red head closed her eyes, remembering the hours of shagging she had
experienced with the blonde. The two people they had killed. Despite everything
they had done she didn’t feel bad, couldn’t feel bad. It was something she
didn’t understand – the fact that she felt no remorse, only a deep sense of
desire. Moaning softly, opening her eyes and looking at him. She let the lust
she was feeling show through to him, her voice husky.

“Morning, lover.”
 

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