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Rating::NC-17
Classification: W/S....W/A?
Distribution: If you would like it, just let me know!
Disclaimer: : I do not own the characters, I do not own the franchise, I...*sobs* I wanna own Spike!
Author’s Note: Spike is not neutered, I don’t use Seasons in my fic, but if something has happened in the show as well as my fic, I normally allude to it, or come right out and say it.
Dedication: To my Angels.....Wic,Mel,Karen,Scribe,Danel, and TW & J!
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~Part: 1~
She didn’t expect a different reaction than she received.
"I’m sorry, but, you’re asking what?"
"A truce. You leave me be, I don’t fulfill my every desire and kill you." Willow stated simply, crossing her Gucci clad legs. Anyone else that could see the redhead and the blonde at the Bronze would just see two fashionably dressed women talking.
"I can’t believe you’re sitting there, asking me to turn the other way while you continue to butcher the innocents that I’m supposed to protect." Buffy exclaimed.
"I’m not really asking. I don’t want my soul back, I would not live like that. If I ever do die, I will atone for any sins then. That’s the purpose of death, to be punished or rewarded according to your deeds in life. If I’m already dead, why is it up to you to decide that I should receive my soul so I may atone now, who are you to judge me?" Willow murmured.
Buffy was taken aback. This vampire before her was a mere fledge...a fledge that days before was practically rivaling Drusilla for Insane-Vampire of the Year. Yet Willow was also sired by William the Bloody. Willow’s own strength had also survived her transformation, and Buffy wasn’t quite sure how to handle this soulless vampire.
"I’m the Slayer. You are a vampire, it’s that easy. Just because you were my best friend doesn’t mean you get exempted if you kill. A vampire cannot ask for forgiveness unless it has a human soul to do so."
Willow stared at the Slayer, nodding.
"I will not promise that I will not kill, and when you try to stop me, I will fight you, and if I can, I will kill you."
Only now did Willow’s eyes yellow.
"Then one of us will surely die." Buffy murmured, standing.
Willow stood as well. "So shall it be." She stated with finality.
The girls stared at each other for a few moments, a silent good-bye to who they had known and called friend.
****
"No Mistress, no!" Angel whimpered, cowering. He could feel the blood sliding down his throat, the lust of the kill, the thumping, wavering heartbeat that was slowly coming to a stop. And then...then the most horrible sensation of all, extreme satisfaction of a kill.
The electric connection faded after the last emotion, and he was no longer in the guilty thrall of the killer.
It would have been easier to have killed him, Angel often thought each time after an episode. Of course that’s what he wanted. He was so tired of being pulled to and fro between guilt and pleasure.
{LEAVE ME BE} He wanted to scream to the cosmic powers that continued
to allow him to be redeemed, fucked, then on the path to righteousness once again.
His redemption path seemed to take him through hell and back, each time his former victim caused pain and death of her own.
"Oh Willow....I’m sorry." Angel whispered, snuggling close to his pillow, praying for the redhead that he had wronged.
****
"I wish I could have seen her face luv." Spike nuzzled his mate’s neck.
"Self righteous as ever." Willow giggled, slipping her heels off.
"Though you know she’s right. To her you are just another vampire."
"What’s the hidden meaning in that, Sire?" Willow half mocked.
"That you need to be prepared." Spike unlocked the trunk of the Desoto, retrieving Willow’s long leather coat. She placed her heels and plucked out her Steve Maddens.
"You can stop making a face." Willow intoned as she pulled her socks out of the pocket of her coat.
"A practical vampire, and you insulted me for not being demonic enough."
Willow zipped up her boats, her eyebrow raised.
"You’re just hoping I’ll break my ankle so I have to suck on your neck to heal quicker."
"And that’s bad because...."
The female vampire laughed, shrugging on the leather coat over the Gucci pinstripes.
"Oh shut up." Willow mock-growled, pulling Spike to her for a passionate kiss.
He cupped her buttocks through her pants, letting her feel his erection.
"Have I told you how much I love you since you aren’t a psycho bitch anymore?" Spike whispered against her lips.
Willow giggled, pushing him away. "Bastard." She hissed.
They entwined hands, walking from the Desoto to stalk the residents of Sunnydale.
"I was serious when I said that you need to be trained." Spike intoned.
"I know." Willow said, eyeing the crowd coming out of the movie theatre. She smiled an impish grin, and began pulling her lover towards the crowd.
"Feeling nostalgic?"
"I feel like killing." Willow whispered as they joined the crowd.
Two victims were selected, a couple on their first date.
"I thought it sucked." The woman was saying.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t into Tolkein."
"It’s just silly to me...all the fantasy...and a ring? C’mon..."
"Well she isn’t getting laid tonight." Willow whispered to Spike, watching the young man’s face grow stony.
Spike just chuckled in reply.
"Lets go for a walk in the park." The woman was saying.
"No...there’s...stuff out there."
"Oh c’mon. I just want to walk....this isn’t a movie..."
Her companion sighed, following her warily and reluctantly.
Willow and Spike just exchanged a predator’s smile. They followed them silently through the shadows, listening idly to their banter, watching the man get more and more irritated with his date.
Spike eyed the woman as she swept her long blonde hair away from her neck to take a drink from a water fountain.
"Get her and I’ll hunt him." Willow whispered, rubbing her ass cheeks
against his leather clad bulge.
"Bring them together so they can see each other die."
Willow nodded in affirmation, stepping towards the young man, she cast a quick glamour that his companion wouldn’t be able to see.
The man’s eyes bulged open. "Arwen?" He asked.
"Come to me..." Willow whispered, her voice matching the husky sensuality of Tokein’s elve.
He followed in her wake, his eyes glazed over, his mouth agape.
Spike chuckled, Willow had a flair for the fantastic.
"Mike?" The blonde stood up looking around.
"He’s gotten a bit distracted...wandered off." Spike stepped from the shadows, lighting a cigarette.
The blonde eyed him hungrily. "Or maybe the boogie man got him." She muttered cattily.
"You don’t believe in the things that go bump in the night, do you, pet?"
"No."
"You should."
****
"You’re...real." Mike breathed, stroking ‘Arwens’ face.
Willow let the mortal touch her, only to let the man’s demise seem so much sweeter.
"The elves have always been real." She murmured.
"I knew it."
"But we have not always been a kind people." Willow’s tone changed sharply. "We once controlled the entire world. Our magick was unrivaled by any....and you...you have allowed that woman to insult us..."
Willow dropped the glamour, her fangs gleaming. "And now, you will pay."
****
Spike heard the anguished scream, and grinned.
"What was that?" The woman asked, turning around.
"Something that went ‘bump.’" Spike purred. He spun the woman to face him, flashing his fangs.
"Wh-wh- what are you?" She screamed.
"Somewhere between nightmare and porn star." Willow grinned, dragging her captive along, her hand clamped firmly over his mouth.
"I prefer..." Spike began.
"Spike..." Willow chimed impatiently.
"Right." Spike agreed.
"Join hands loves..." Willow encouraged. "Let us show you something amazing."
Their hands shaking, the humans entwined their fingers, staring into each other’s eyes. Spike came closer to the blonde woman, covering her mouth, wrenching her neck open. Together, Spike and Willow dipped their heads down, and began to drink....keeping their eyes locked together, much like the dying couple in their arms.
In a few minutes the two bodies dropped to the ground with a satisfying thud.
"That was interesting." Spike remarked casually.
"I suppose." Willow muttered dully.
Spike looked at her strangely. "Not to happy with the choice of prey?"
"No....he was neat, but...we didn’t get to have a blood bath." Willow pouted.
Spike laughed, wrapping his arm around his girl. "Don’t worry luv, we’re here for eternity, we’ll have plenty of chances....we could find two gigantic fat people....they have a lot of bl-"
Spike’s voice faded as the two vampires wandered off together.
"You will die." A voice promised, stepping from the shadows of a tomb. Steely brown eyes held a threat, and a stake cracked in the man’s hand.
~Part: 2~
Buffy whistled to herself slightly as she crossed into Cemetary B on East Street. Everything was good and quiet in Sunnydale, maybe she’d get to go home, bond with her sister, and sleep. Of course that sleep would consequently be filled with terrifying images of her best friend, now a vampire, killing her in multiple ways, but it was still sleep, right?! The sweet unadulterated sleep that came to people who, though they had a vampiric ex-best friend that swore to kill them, saved the world often.
The Slayer laughed quietly to herself, "I wish I could find a shrink with an opinion about this situation."
"Most wouldn’t even touch it," a solemn voice intoned.
Buffy snapped to attention, a stake poised, ready.
"Who the hell are you?"
The youth stepped from the shadows, running a tanned hand through his dark hair. "My name is Connor," he mentioned in a quiet voice that seemed anything but tame.
Buffy felt chills extend down her body, noticing immediately that he resembled someone she knew.
"Who is that exactly?" She asked suspiciously.
"You don’t trust easily," Connor stated.
"Well if you have friends that turn into vampires, or loose their souls, or just generally go all evil on you, you learn to be a little distrustful of first name introductions."
Connor chuckled despite his serious intent. "You should always be on guard as a Slayer."
"I am. So now with the reasons of not killing you?" Buffy placed her hands on her hips, her feet tapping slightly.
"My father is in distress. He has been bonded with a demon, and is tortured constantly by her misdeeds. I must kill this demon, and I need your help."
"Who is..."
"Angel."
Buffy gasped, realizing just whose eyes she had been staring into. She clasped a well-manicured hand over her mouth, stepping back. Her heel caught on a newly turned grave and she fell to the ground. She stared up at the young man, tears gathering in her eyes.
Connor made no move to help the supernatural woman up. He just stared at her. "You didn’t know that my Father had a child?" he asked.
"Not in the traditional sense, no," Buffy choked out.
"A gift from the Powers, a long story though."
"Who...this demon...gods...why didn’t he tell me?"
Connor just ran his hand through his hair once again. "Dad has been going through a lot lately; he hasn’t opened up to anyone really."
Buffy nodded numbly. "I...I’m sorry, I didn’t know anything about..."
The youth shrugged, "Hate to be rude, but its not a big deal. You have your own existence and your own evil, our paths just happen to cross this once. Could we please discuss this somewhere else, preferably where it’s more secure?"
The Slayer nodded, unnerved by the man that looked so much like the one she had loved, yet was not at all the vampire she had known.
****
Willow hit the mat again. She stretched out, nonchalantly tapping her fingers on the vinyl beneath her.
"Get up," Spike growled.
"Why, so you can beat my ass back to the floor? C’mon I think I understand you are the stronger one, blah, blah, master..." Willow rolled her eyes.
Spike flexed his arms. "This isn’t a test luv, nor is it a demonstration."
Willow flipped herself over, rolling onto her feet. "It’s training."
"Yes. You have some advantage over the Slayer. Strength, stamina, reflexes. But she, as the Slayer, has the same," Spike instructed.
Willow shook her head. "I have something she doesn’t have."
"Your witchcraft?"
The redhead shook her head again. "No. I don’t have a heart, she does."
Spike motioned for his childe to continue.
Willow allowed her demon to surface, stalking towards her Sire. "When she sees this, she weeps, when she sees this, she is reminded that she is weak, and she could not save me."
Spike allowed himself a smile. He had, after all, promised himself that his affection for his redheaded childe would not interfere with the raw training he hoped to literally pound into her.
"Willow," he murmured, scowling yet again at her.
The witch sighed, straightened her stance, and raised her fists. "Alright."
Spike threw a punch, grunting as she blocked it. He began a flurry of blows, ranging their intensity, hitting harder when his childe would slip and let him hit her. She would have bruises; but she would live. Something he couldn’t guarantee if she came up against the Slayer.
*****
The remaining Scoobies glanced nervously at each other, darting looks to the brown-headed youth that carefully examined Buffy’s weapons chest.
"So...Connor is it?" Xander asked clapping his hands together.
Connor turned slowly, the large broadsword looking very comfortable in his grasp. "You’re the annoying one who makes a lot of jokes, aren’t you?" he asked.
Xander smiled tightly at Buffy. "Well we definitely know whose son he is!"
"Xander," Buffy chastised, getting up off the couch. "Connor, this is all very awkward for us, especially for me, so..."
"Why is it uncomfortable for you?" the young man asked straightforward.
Buffy seemed to squirm. "Well, um, your father and I...we, were, uh..."
"You and Dad had a relationship. He told me," Connor shrugged, turning back to the weapons.
"I guess doomed relationship, soulmates, doesn’t mean a lot to you does it?" Buffy allowed herself the smallest snipe.
The dark haired youth turned around, his blue eyes narrowed. "I’m sorry that things didn’t work out for you and my father, Slayer. Yet it has been some time since your failed love story, so perhaps the problem isn’t what was, but what you can never have?"
Buffy took a step forward, fist raised, only to be tugged back by Xander. He glared at the son of the man he had disliked his whole high school life. "Who exactly is your mother, Cordelia?"
The blow hit Xander straight across the jaw sharply, stunning the construction worker by knocking him back.
"If she was, you would be dead," Connor growled. "My mother is dead, and I will not speak of her to you."
"The issue right now is neither Connor’s parentage, Buffy, Xander, nor is it your relationship with Angel, Buffy. You’ve come to us for help young man, please proceed with a further explanation," Giles spoke quietly from his wingback chair, a cup of tea clasped tightly in his hand.
Connor nodded respectfully to the watcher. "Father said that you were the voice of reason in Sunnydale Mr. Giles."
"I appreciate Angel’s opinion. Please continue."
Connor turned, handling the sword in his hand lovingly. He had no research skills, he didn’t have the patience that Wesley or Angel had. He had a lot more in common with Gunn, give him a weapon and he would slay it. Give him a book and he would grow angry.
"Father lost his soul a couple of weeks back," he stated.
"That we know. He killed our best friend," Xander growled, sitting back on the couch.
"My condolences for your loss, though she didn’t stay dead, did she?"
"No." Buffy stated.
"Willow was a very talented Wiccan wasn’t she?" Connor asked.
"I think you know the answers to these questions Connor. If you are trying to get us to admit something, you should just go ahead and ask," Giles informed him, none too gently.
"Willow bound her demon to my father after she restored his soul. Whenever she kills, feeds, tortures, does anything that her demon finds perverse pleasure in, my Father feels it, as if it his own throat that the blood is pouring down, his own hands killing, maiming. He is slowly being driven mad with guilt and fatigue."
The Scoobies were silent, the imagery of the sin against a soul radiating through their minds.
"What are you asking of us?" Buffy asked softly. Her eyes held pain.
"I need to kill Willow. Wesley said that the death of the caster was the only way to undo this particular spell. Unless she is willing to somehow break it herself..."
"I doubt the vampire would be willing to do that," Xander darkly muttered, his expression murky and angry.
"She was tortured, raped by Angelus, she repaid him for his sin against her."
"And you allowed her to do this??" Connor suddenly shouted.
"She was supposed to KILL him!!" Xander shouted back.
"So you let a undead demon roam free because she was going to be your own personal mercenary?!"
The group was silent.
"We followed Willow’s dying wish, Connor. It may not have been the best decision, but we hoped to restore Willow’s soul, and we still hope to." Giles stood slowly, facing off with the youth.
"I will kill her," Angel’s son vowed.
"If it comes to that, I will. She is my duty." Buffy stood beside Giles.
Connor laughed. "Righteous aren’t we? She’s a demon, and she is new. Kill her now. Or are you trying to save her soul still? Think of this, could the person you knew deal with all she has done as a vampire?"
Silence answered him yet again.
Connor walked to the door. "I thought so," he muttered, leaving.
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