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Rating: don’t really have any clue. I’ll go with R
Classification: W/S....W/A?
Distribution: If you would like it, just let me know!
Disclaimer: : This fic will deal with rape/torture/revenge. Its not all happy roughness. Oh, and I don’t own anything but of my own creation in the BtVS universe, to the goddess I wish I did,but I don’t...Joss Whedon and anyone else who jumped on his corporate bandwagon does, self-ish bastards.
Summary: Angelus returns; does VERY bad things to Willow; Spike helps rebuild Willow’s world. This is a DARK fic!!!!
Author’s Note: I try to keep this all very simple, so in effect, down to less-is-more. Anya is alluded to in the story, same with Riley, they are good savers, and conversational pieces, but any active role complicates the writer’s train of thought. Plus, Anya annoys the tar out of me, some get her back to being a happy demon!!! Oh, and Spike isn’t neutered...we all know its funner that way *cheeky grin*
Dedication: To the new man in my life, Spike! (the Cat) He inspired this piece, after a long discussion why I was not obsessed with a certain blonde vampire. I hate it when the damn cat is right.
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~Prologue~
It shouldn’t have happened that way. It shouldn’t have happened, even. But as usual the hell mouth got bored, and it did. Purity and innocence is hard to find anywhere, much less on a weakened portal to the underworld, with direct contact with demons every day, but on this hell mouth, in this universe, purity and innocence existed in one being, at one time. But then it happened, and a woman’s world shattered in darkness and red. And even now, after the dust has fallen from the stars, and the screams, begging of both souled and soulless have finished their melodic torment, you can still see the re-enactment of The Happened, in the Happen-er, the Happened To, and the Happened to Save. Paradox reoccurring in each silent look. Hell mouth got bored, and it Happened. Shouldn’t have. But it did.
~If you didn’t get it....read it again......or read it out loud......LDS~
****
Willow laughed at Xander, the cheeto was stuck up his nose and he was making unsuccessful attempts at blowing it out.
"Stop!!!"She coughed, breathlessly.
Buffy rolled her eyes and reached forward, ineffectively shoving the snack further up his nostril.
"Ok,not funny anymore!" Xander commented, trying in vain to stare at the offending article.
Willow started choking vehemently when she tried to swallow her soda. "Whats the fuss about?" a leather clad figure asked, striding into the room, laying his hand on Willow’s shoulder. Willow turned her head up and smiled at Spike.
"Xander was trying to prove to us that he still could stuff cheetos up his nose, blow them out, and one got stuck." She explained, a twinkle in her green eyes.
"Stupid pillock." The vampire laughed.
The pillock in question glared at the vampire. "I don’t see you coming up with any bright ideas." He snapped.
Spike nodded, tilting his head to the side. He grinned, and lunged forward, game-faced. Xander gulped air, jumping back, puffing out his cheeks in surprise. "BOO!" Spike growled.
Xander’s cheeto came flying through the air, landing on the table with a PLOP. Willow collapsed in a fit of giggles, as Xander fell flat on his ass.
"Bravo Bravo!" Buffy cheered.
"That wasn’t funny." Xander growled.
Spike changed human visage. "But your face was." He grinned.
Xander regained his place at Giles’ table, willing himself to never touch cheetos again.
"So, whats is mayhem planned for tonight?A good ol’ fashioned rave? Bloodletting?" Spike asked, smiling at Willow again, licking his lips.
The redhead blushed. *Goddess I wish he’d stop that.*
Her and Spike had become good friends over the six months that he had been helping the Scooby Gang. He’d saved her countless of times, and was really fun to be with. Though no one knew exactly why Spike had been assisting the gang.
<Cor, she’s beautiful when she blushes. Course, she’s beautiful anytime.> Spike winked at his witch. He liked her. She had spunk and fire, and a devourable sweetness. He could also imagine, a hellcat in bed. She’d pounce..and bite..and scratch and scream his name each time she... <Fuck...sit down Spike boy..now!> The vampire retreated to the couch.
"Wills suggested movies." Xander supplied.
"I suggested Bronze." Buffy claimed.
"And I say Bronze." Xander added.
Willow sighed. "Fine. A-Bronzing we shall go."
Spike grinned. "Let them go, pet. We can always find a dark theater to retreat to."
Willow giggled. "Why not, you two go Bronzing, Spike and I will go to the movies."
The Slayer and her friend looked at each other. "Are you sure Will?" Xander asked.
Willow nodded. "Yeah, I don’t want to go to the Bronze, and you do, so, lemme go with Spike."
The vampire smiled, draping an arm across her. "I’ll keep her safe." He purred.
"Sure, safe as in, ‘I’ll only take a little nibble, pet’." Xander mocked with a admirable imitation of the vampire.
Spike winked at Willow. "He’s still upset ‘cause he’s not a tasty morsel."
Willow giggled. Xander rolled his eyes. "Deadboy Jr feels threatened by the need to bite me." He deadpanned.
Buffy cleared her throat, her foot impatiently tapping. "Well, yeah trading insults is all good and yummy, but hell, look at the time, valuable Bronzing being wasted!"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Heaven forbid the Slayer’s social regime is interrupted."
Buffy fixed Spike with a glare. "I can always re-kick that tamed ass of yours."
"Only if you spent half the time that you party training....which we all know...will never happen. I don’t think I have to worry any time soon." Spike casually motioned with his hand. Willow stifled a giggle at Buffy’s chagrined face.
****
Willow watched Spike as they walked down the dark street. He was truly a different vampire then when she had first met him. Sure, he was still a soulless demon, and often reminded the group of that fact. He refused to feed from a bag, a argument that had brought Buffy and him to blows many times. Yet, when they were together as a group, he joked. He laughed. But, outside again, he was Master of Sunnydale, focused, alert. Dangerous.
"Do I have something in my hair, pet?"
Willow stumbled. "Huh?" She asked.
Spike raised his eyebrow at her. "You’ve been staring at my head the entire time we’ve been walking. Do I have something tattooed on my head?"
Willow fixed her eyes ahead. "Well, yeah, you kinda do."
His eyebrow arched further. "Really now?"
"Yup. I-am-the-bad-ass-vamp-don’t-mess-with-me-no-not-even-you. Right there." Willow grinned, pointing.
The blonde shook his head. "Sometimes pet, you really scare me."
Willow gave him a sidelong smile. "At least we have some things in common."
Spike resisted a chuckle. "C’mon luv." He offered his hand, to lead her into the movie theatre.
"I’m glad we came." Willow murmured as they found their seats.
Spike grinned, and slid the dividing arm up between them. She settled close to him and smiled. A night alone with her was definitely in the ‘glad’ section. Right next to, ‘boxer rebellion’ and ‘pictures of the poof in the ‘70s’. <Definitely glad I came.>
****
Of course the next night, Spike couldn’t resist verbally disemboweling the Slayer. It was widely known that he loved to murder his opponents with his wit. It just slightly backfired on the Slayers best friend. Which was one reason he was on the phone attempting to apologize. He stumbled again and almost dropped the phone. He sighed. "I am...well luv, it was a great joke and..."
Willow giggled at Spike’s attempt at an apology.
"Bloody hell, pet, I don’t have to do this. I’m an evil demon."
"Wasn’t this the evil demon that was offering to style my hair for me?" She teased.
Spike growled. Sometimes the girl was truly dense at the true nature of vampires.< Style your hair my ass, it was an excuse to get nearer to your neck...> "Red." he murmured.
Willow recognized the tone in his voice and adjusted the phone. "I know."
Spike exhaled. "You don’t. That the problem. You don’t understand. Sure, you know that vamps bite, they feed. But you don’t know anything else besides how to kill them. You’re mortal Willow. Capable, but you don’t know anything.."
Willow took this in. "How exactly do I become knowledge-able then?" She hadn’t meant it in a smart-ass way, truly.
Spike shook his head, even though she couldn’t see it. "No nice way."
"Spike." Her voice was commanding.
"Either you are turned, or abused by a vampire. This isn’t a discovery channel documentary pet. There is no undercover missions. It always involves pain."he explained.
"Because pain is..."
"Pain is like breath. Its a necessity at times. We don’t meditate. We rip heads off people. We don’t need porno ,we have whips." Spike chuckled.
Willow gasped. "Oh." Spike grinned, he could almost picture her sunrise face.
" But, back to our original conversation, I’m ....sorry.....", he choked, " calling the soddy slayer a bitch in front of you, even though you know she..."
"You’re forgiven." Willow’s smug voice interrupted.
"Bloody hell." Spike moaned.
Willow laughed. "I’ve got some studying to do."
Spike nodded, noting the setting sun. "Do you mind if I stop by later?"He asked casually, hoping that she really didn’t mind.
"Much later. I’m going to be awhile on these papers." Willow wanted to giggle. Ever the evil vamp, and he was so polite!!
"See you in a bit, pet."
"Bye." Willow replaced the phone, and grinned. She understood what Spike was, she of all people got the fact that he was a vampire. He fed off of humans. He killed. But what she didn’t understand was how he could so completely hate the rest of the Scooby Gang, or at least tolerate them, when he had such affection for her? She opened her balcony doors, letting the night breeze blow through. She had moved back off Campus when she discovered that her parents were going to be gone for two years, on assignment in Brazil. She didn’t want the house to be rented to strangers, so she had moved back. Her thoughts turned back to the blonde vampire. She had never felt so alive. She knew exactly what she was involved in, and a large rebellious part didn’t care. A lot of things were at odds, from Willow’s nature to Spikes. Yet when they were together, it all felt right. That’s all that mattered. Willow stepped outside, staring at the full moon, thinking briefly of Oz.
"What light from yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun!" A soft crooning voice called from beneath the balcony.
"Spike?" Willow asked. *Damn, he can move fast*
"Nay, gentle lady." A dark head popped over the railing.
"Angel!" Willow exclaimed.
"The one and only." The vampire said, hopping over the rail to stand next to the redhead.
"W-what are you doing here?"
Angel shrugged. "Came to check on Spike." He noted with a distracted air.
Willow knit her brows, something didn’t seem quite right. "He should be by later."
"Excellent. Would you show me how to access my e-mail from here?", He began bossily, and then looked back, apologetic, "thats if you don’t mind."
"Sure Angel, come on in." Willow shrugged off the odd feeling. She walked back inside, motioning.
Angel’s hands clasped her shoulders and his eyes flashed gold. "So kind and sweet little one." his voice growled.
Willow turned slowly. "Angelus." Her heart sank.
The vampire chuckled. "Always intelligent, though it took you a moment. A moment can cost you soo much my love."
She tried to take a step back, his fingers dug into her flesh. "How?" Willow asked, her eyes filling with tears.
Angelus rolled his eyes, releasing her to shut and lock the balcony doors. He looked up, grinning, pocketing the key. "Funny thing , this soul hopping. Is he Angel or Angelus?" The vampire straightened up, mocking a salute.
"Angel." He shouted. His face changed into a dangerous grin.
"Or Angelus." He sensuously whispered.
"But how did you loose your soul?" Willow asked, edging closer to her desk, and her cross.
"Remember Darla?" He asked.
Willow searched behind her back. "Mmmhhmm."
"Some dear friends of mine brought her back."
*Almost there..I know its..* "Must’ve been nice."
Angelus laughed. "Poor Angel boy went nearly insane when Darla invaded his dreams. He fucked her silly in his sleep, then drained her human form. I woke up the next morning." Willows fingers clasped around the holy object.
"Willow?" Angelus asked.
Willow met his eyes. "Yes?"
"You shouldn’t pick that up."
She regarded him. "W-why?"
He crossed to her quickly, grabbing the wrist that was holding the cross wrenching it behind her back. He pulled her other arm, her body flush against his. He grinned, yanking on the cross arm, pulling it further down her back. Willow whimpered in pain. "Because its not nice to try to hurt someone who you invited in." He growled.
Tears cascaded down Willow’s face. "W-what do you w-want with me Angelus?" She hissed in pain.
"Ohh.." His breath shivered down her neck. "Tears for me my little minx? Trading those salty drops for every drop of ecstasy that you could have, eh?" He scraped his fangs across her neck.
Willow trembled and cried out. Hot adrenaline was shooting through her system. She felt like a scared rabbit, heart racing so fast that she felt like she was going to fall. She shivered again. "Please...no." She moaned.
"Pleasing..oh Willow you have no thought of the pleasing I could do..." Angelus’s mouth found her pulse point, dipping his fangs into her flesh. She took a deep breath and let a scream issue from her terrified body. Angelus’s mouth covered her’s suffocating the shriek, forcing her breath back into her mouth. She choked, and Angelus leaned back, a grin on his face.
"I didn’t want you to scream just yet Willow...not yet."
He produced a knife from somewhere, tracing it up her face, letting the knife open up thin cuts along her throat, licking up the blood as it flowed. Willow’s legs gave out as the pain from the knife hit her. Angelus lifted her into his arms, a ravenous look in his eyes.
****
Spike rolled his eyes as the watcher continue to drone on and on. It was only because of Willow had he joined the Scooby Gang, and she wasn’t here, because of having to do schoolwork. Spike leaned back in his chair, lighting his smoke, ignoring the glare from the Watcher. A few more hours of research and bitching from the Slayer, and he could return to Willow. He grinned and thought about the way she spoke, smelled, cared...and the Watcher’s home faded.
****
Willow’s world began to fade. She felt Angelus enter her roughly, tearing at the soft flesh of her vagina, plunging his invading cock again and again, laughing as he felt blood mix with his semen. Salty tears hit the torn flesh of her eye, cheek, and lips. She coughed up blood as Angelus slid from her.
"Warm and wet for me my little one?" He crowed, his fingers taking up his vacated spot. He licked the blood from them clean, slowly smiling. He picked up the knife again, leaning over her, looking over her bare body for a place that he hadn’t made into his own personal carving area.
"N-n..please no." Willow moaned again.
Angelus raised himself up slightly, grinning. "No?" The knife point came close to her cheek, and delicately, with flicks of his wrist, her pale flesh peeled back. Blood found its way to the hollow of Willow’s throat, and once again, she felt light headed. "There...‘no’..right there on your cheek." Angelus slapped the newly carved area, forcing Willows head to snap back.
She moaned. *Goddess...please.*
"If that says no..then this side must say...." With the concentration of Leonardo Di Vinci, Angelus sliced a cursive ‘Yes’ into Willow’s other cheek. "There Willow...shall it be yes...or no?" The demon’s face mocked her friends kindness, and Willow closed her eyes. SLAP.
"YES?" or "NO?" Angelus slapped her face back and forth, realizing that the girl had succumbed, and was unconscious. Angelus leaned over her bitten throat, contemplating her as a vampire. She would be amazing, all power and grace, a hatred of him for sure. He took her kindness away by the point of a knife. The vampire chuckled, and leaned down for the final kill. His instincts buzzed. Pausing, Angelus cursed. His childe Spike. He looked at the dying red head and knew her time was short. Spike had a fondness for the little witch, and Angelus knew that watching her die would undo his childe. Slipping into his clothes, Angelus kissed Willow’s forehead.
"Into hell I shall follow thee." He murmured, slipping out of the room.
****
"Well see here Red, I was thinking...we’ll go on a date...no..no." Spike paused nearing her house, something feeling terribly wrong.
The wind blew sharply, and he could smell it. Blood. In large quantities, and it was Willow’s. He tore off at a run, throwing aside underlings who were circling about, knowing that when the barrier fell, that it would be a feast inside. Spike didn’t need to wait for the occupant to die, he had a invitation. Jumping up the balcony , he tripped across the threshold and into chaos.
Blood was everywhere. It covered the walls, the furniture. It had been used to create pictures, words upon the wallpaper, sick promises painted everywhere. A soft moan, and Spike wanted to turn away and gag. She lay in her own bed, red soaked everywhere about her, tossed, like an old broken porcelain doll, her body carved into, pictures, poetry, even a greeting of ‘hello buffy’. Her face was mangled, only the flowing redness of her hair was left untouched. Spike growled, moving to take her into his arms.
"Willow." He murmured. Angelus’s scent was everywhere. On her, in her, his marks, his words, all over Spike’s Red Mistress.
"Spike." Willow gurgled.
"Shh...it will be allright. You look radiant."
"Promise." She rasped.
"Anything love." Spike choked. Anger was welling everywhere inside of him, a souled, or un souled vampire would die slowly.
"Turn me." Shocked, Spike gripped her tighter.
"What?"
"Turn me. Angelus...must be repaid. Turn me. Soul after he is dead."
She was fading fast, her heartbeat slowing. The demon inside Spike roared to full force, rejoicing in the promises of a mate, and suffering of all who harmed, or attempted to harm her. "You shall have your revenge." Sliding his teeth into her neck, he drank what life force remained in her, tilting her head back, he urged her to feed from a cut on his chest. She fed, eagerly, with determination and hatred. Falling back, the last breath escaped her lips, and Willow Rosenburg was dead.
****
Spike laid her down on his bed, brushing her long red tresses out on the silken pillow. Her abrasions had already faded, her eyes were still closed...she hadn’t stirred yet. That fact worried him slightly, but he knew that his Will was a strong one. A throaty growl captured his attention. She was leaning against the mattress looking for all like a cat intent on its prey. Spike resisted the urge to hold her, stroke her as he would have to the human Willow. This was a demon now, a vampire, his childe, and he was her Master.
"‘Ello Luv." He growled.
" Spike." She met his gaze, growling, refusing to give in to the primal urges that stoked her body, ignored the blood lust, concentrating solely on her goal. Her Sire, she wanted his strength. NOW.
" You remember everything?" He asked casually, grinding his smoke beneath his boot.
"I’m dead Spike, not an amnesia patient. Of course I remember everything."She snipped snootily.
In two steps the Big Bad had her by her hair, growling against her throat. "Watch your tone childe."
"Why should I when I know this is the way you like it? Insolent, mischievous, something to control, dominate?" She purred, rubbing sinuously against his body.
Spike gritted his teeth. Damn she was still as intelligent as ever, the demon seemed to do nothing but sharpen her skills. He threw her back on the bed, straddling her. "Fine. You want it that way? I’ll accommodate."
"I was hoping you would." She growled, rolling on top of him, quickly divesting him of his clothing, the duster hitting the floor first, followed by his pants, boots, shirt....she had been naked from Angelus’s attack, and had never been redressed.
Spike flipped her onto her back, restraining her hands above her head with a chain, rubbing his fingers down her body.
"Spike." Willow murmured with urgency.
"Red." He purred patiently, his lips millimeters from her skin.
"Make me burn." She hissed, arching into him, pushing her hips to come into contact with his erect member.
"Burn baby? I’ll fuckin incinerate ya." The big bad thrust into her sharply, driving all the way until he hit her cervix.
Willow grunted, the pleasure/pain of the movement causing her to thrust up for more. "That all ya got?" She hissed.
Spike resisted laughing. This was too fucking great. He had a mate that wanted it hard, wanted it fast, and was willing to risk punishment to get what she wanted.
"Never baby...I’ve always got more." He purred, sliding out and back in again. He ran a hand savagely up her body, twisting her nipples till they bruised beneath this touch, then twisted his fingers in her hair, wrenching her head back, forcing her into submission.
Willow screamed, the pain, the pleasure she was so close..."Spike..." She growled.
Her master grinned, and slowed his thrusts immediately.
Willow’s eyes snapped open. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" She hissed.
Spike backhanded her, slowing even more. "Beg me." He said smartly.
Willow hissed. "No."
Spike grinned, shrugging. He continued his slow shallow thrusts, letting on of his hands go between them, stroking himself as he slid in and out of her sopping wetness.
Willow squirmed. She could feel his fingers so close, and he was stroking himself....she growled. His moans of pleasure grew louder, as she felt him brush her clit on ‘accident’ again.
"Spike...." She moaned, twisting.
"Tell me pet, beg me...and I’ll let you have it...Tell me what I want to hear." He grinned, forget the beatings, the burning of holy water, add some sweet sex and slowness and he would get obedience from his redheaded child in no time.
"FUCK ME PLEASE!"
Spike chuckled, immediately slamming back into her, ravaging her body in the way that she wanted. As he felt her muscles beginning to tighten, he twisted her clit sharply, eliciting a scream from his mate.
"Spike!" She screamed.
Her master sunk his teeth into her neck, drawing her blood into him as his body exploded in ecstasy.
He nursed at her neck for a moment, before lifting off of her slightly.
"Mine." Spike stated.
Willow purred, looking up at him with sated green eyes. "Yours." She murmured, pulling him back down to suckle.
****
It was strange to think how often Sunnydale was really dark. You would think that somewhere that had ‘sunny’ in the title would actually be able to live up to the name...but most of the times it was night time, in the cemetery, with no Colonel Mustard or Mrs. Peacock in sight.
The Slayer, of course was the most important player on the board, a necessity in any plot of dastardly evilness, or even essential for a do-gooders survival game.
Buffy whistled as she twirled Mr. Pointy in her hands, looking for the newly risen, and to make them fall again.
Willow watched her former best friend from the shadows, trying not to lick her lips. She turned to Spike.
"Why exactly can’t I eat her?"
"She’s your best friend." Spike explained.
"Was. I’m no longer that person." Willow snapped.
"She is your best friend, like it or not luv, your still Willow. And we need her." Spike firmly stated.
"We don’t need the fucking Slayer! And I’m not that person any more!" Willow snarled, shoving her Sire away from her.
That Willow had been weak, had let a Master Vampire into her bedroom, hadn’t used anything to defend herself, hadn’t even tried magick, she had let him take her, and she had let him kill her.
Spike grabbed ahold of the young vampire’s arms, shoving her against the wall of the mausoleum they had been hiding against. Young ones were always cocky, always thinking they were indestructible, and that attitude got them killed real quickly.
"Listen childe, I didn’t infuse you with my aged blood just so you could go off half cocked and get yourself dusted because your stupid. You will obey me or I’ll tie you up in your old bedroom, let you lie in the filth that you died in, surrounded by those fuzzy clothes, the fuzzy animals, and everything that you were. I will make you remember who you are if you force me."
Willow glared at him. She hated her human self. "Why?"
Spike looked at his lover on the level, blue eyes pierced slightly yellowed green. "I fell in love with the human Willow...I won’t have you destroying my memories of her." He hissed.
The young vampire felt the lump rise in her throat, the tears gather in her eyes. "If you didn’t want me to destroy those precious memories, you should have let me die." She growled, heading out of the shadows.
"BUFFY!"
The Slayer whirled, her stake poised. "God...Willow, you scared the...no..." She moaned.
Willow rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Its not what you think."
Buffy looked at her best friend with tears in her eyes. She was wearing black leather pants with a green crocheted silky top. Her eyes were yellowed, a testament to how close the demon lurked to the surface.
"You’re a vampire, how is that not what I think?" Buffy asked.
"Because I saved her Slayer."
"SPIKE!" Buffy hissed, readying herself to kill the vampire.
"I told you this was a fucking stupid idea." Willow mumbled. She sent a glare her sire’s way.
"Be quiet." Spike ordered.
"How could you do this to her?! What the hell?! You were supposed to protect her!" Buffy screeched.
"I FUCKIN’ saved her SLAYER!" Spike roared, grabbing the enraged woman by the throat.
"Ohhh goody, just go ahead and drain her, save me some." Willow gleefully clapped her hands.
Spike ignored his child, instead releasing the Slayer to her feet. "Angelus is back." He stated with great difficulty.
"Wha...."
"I can’t believe this!? You’re having a conversation with the Slayer, god she’s our mortal enemy!" Willow complained.
"I...I’m your best friend." Buffy stated numbly.
Willow shot Buffy a look. "You were, just like I was alive, c’mon Buff, for someone that should be somewhat intelligent, you should be able to comprehend this. Was alive last night, am now a walking dead person, otherwise known as vampire....jeezuz can we just goooooo...." Willow crumpled to the ground.
Buffy whirled on Spike who was standing near her weapon’s bag, the tranquilizer gun in his hands. He dropped the weapon back into the bag. "She’s bloody out of control." He stated.
Buffy nodded. "What happened?"
Spike ran his hands through his hair. "I’d rather not have to repeat it a coupla times. How about we go to the watchers?"
Again the blonde nodded. "Why is she being like this, wouldn’t she...."
Spike interrupted her. "It was bad Buffy, real bad....Willow’s hurtin’ real bad, and she’s new at this....its just all comin’ out as attacks....I’m havin’ a bloody time of disciplin’in her."
"C’mon Giles should know about this."
Spike nodded, picking up his redheaded lover, followed after the blonde Slayer.
****
Giles blushed once again at the expletives issuing from the redheads mouth from his bathroom.
"I had no idea Willow knew such language." He murmured, sipping tea from his shaking hand.
"I can’t believe this." Xander whispered, flicking the cheeto from last night back n forth on the table. Everything had been alright then....to change so quickly. He looked up with tear filled eyes at Spike.
"Thank you for saving her." He said sincerely.
Spike was taken aback slightly. From all of the Scoobies he had expected the whelp to be angry, to shout at him, to try to kill him. It seemed that his love for the redhead exceeded anything that Spike had initially thought.
"I didn’t do it for you." Spike stated gruffly.
"Buffy, are you allright?" Giles asked his Slayer.
Buffy was seated on the stairs to the upper levels of Giles apartment, turning her stake slowly in her palm. Her fingers caressed the contours of the wood gently, lovingly.
"It always seems that the ones I love have to die by my hand." She said quietly. "Angel was the first, and now I must kill him again. I don’t think the Powers will save his sorry ass...and who does he go after, its never me, always the psychotic ‘kill the people around the slayer’ plan that these evil bastards decide on." Buffy got up, her eyes lit with fury.
"My friends are not my weak spot. They are not my Achilles heel. They are my fucking strength, and I’ll be damned if anyone thinks I’m weak because of my love for them. Angelus wanted to get my attention? He’s got it. He’s dead."
Buffy sat back down on the steps, again eerily silent.
"She wants him dead." Spike spoke quietly.
"Well, after all that he did to her, I can see why...but the course of action now is to return Willow’s soul and..."
"No." Spike said.
"No?!" Giles was startled.
"No."
Buffy looked up. "We’re giving her back her soul Spike, deal."
"I promised her that she would get her soul after she avenges herself against Angelus." Spike stated evenly, spreading his fingers on the table, trying to look nonchalant.
"You’re not serious." Xander stood, his mouth agape.
"I am."
"Giles! She...she can’t stay like this!" Xander pointed up the stairs.
"What do you suggest whelp?! We give her her soul back, and expect her to have the strength to kill the vampire with her friends face?"
"Well...."
"I’ll tell you this now..." Spike paused... "I loved Willow, I love her now....and I bloody well hate the wanker for doing this to her. She...she begged me when she was dying not to give her a soul. She knew that as a demon she could get revenge, and if we give her that pure soul back, she’ll never have peace. Never."
The remaining Scoobies were silent.
"We’ll think on it for tonight, I suggest we convene tomorrow evening at dusk."
Spike nodded and headed up the stairs.
"Spike?" Giles said quietly.
"Yeah Rupert?"
"If you do not bring her under control...." The older man let a bit of Ripper flash through his eyes, letting the vampire know he would tolerate no misbehavior.
"Got it covered Rupes." Spike resumed his way up the stairs.
****
Willow hadn’t spoken a word to her Sire after he had unchained her. She had marched, solemnly down the steps, and out the doors. Spike paused, watching the redhead. Her first meal had been her suckling at his neck, and he knew the demon screamed inside of her for a real kill of its own.
"Willow."
The witch tilted her head to the still early waking moon. "You loved her." She said quietly, her eyes closed.
Spike didn’t even have to ask. "Yes, I loved you as a human."
"They loved her. They miss her."
"You are their best friend, the one that keeps them together." Spike explained. He hated sounding like a soddy ponce, but he knew that she would eventually want her soul back, and he didn’t want the souled Willow to have to deal with any violent actions against the people she loved.
"You loved her. Yet you do no love me."
"How do you know?!" Spike growled.
Willow whirrled on him, her eyes, her hair wild and mussed, a fae come to life. "Speak of me with the revrance that you speak of her. Tell me that you want to see me take my first kill on my own, that you want to see me sink my fangs into a inncocent’s neck, watching me moan as the warm blood slides down my throat filling my body, reclaiming me as a daughter of darkness. Tell me that you want to join me in the kill, gutting two lovers to bathe in their blood....tell me you will not further make a mockery of me...or you?"
Spike snapped out of his mental escape. "What the bloody ‘ell is that supposed to mean?" He snarled.
"You’re William the Bloody, son of Angelus, order of Aurelius,and you’re more concerned about my feelings when, and IF I get my soul back." Willlow looked at her sire with disgust. She turned on her heel escaping into the shadows.
Spike smashed the tombstone that he was leaning upon. He didn’t want her soul to return to her, but she had told him....she had told him that she wanted a soul....and he loved his childe...he loved her like he had her mortal side.....<bloody hell its all to confusing> Spike grumbled.
****
Willow’s first Kill had been a man and a woman walking comfortably in each other’s arms. Willow had tore off the girls head, drained her, and was backing the man into the corner.
"Ppppplellease let me go..."
Willow laughed.
"You loveher?" She asked.
The man nodded.
"If she came back from the dead, would you be happy to see her?"
"Y-y-yes."
"What if she was different?"
A blank stare answered the vampire. Willow sunk her teeth in the man’s jugular, letting his body drop beside his lovers.
"I need answers god dammit." Willow waundered off, her mind in deep thought. She somehow ended up back near the dorms. She reclined comfortably on a bench listening to the sounds of life from the inside.
A tickled strain of music assualted her ears, and she found herself leaning back to listen. It had been a song that she had heard often when she was human, not even comprehending what could have been going through the songwriter’s mind.
you took your coat off
and stood in the rain
you were always crazy like that
I watched from my window
I always felt I was outside
looking in on you
you’re always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair
you were fashionably sensitive but too cool to care
you stood in my doorway with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather
in case you failed to notice
in case you failed to see
this is my heart, bleeding before you...
this is me...down on my knees
these foolish games are tearing me apart
and your thoughtless words are breaking my heart...
you’re always brilliant in the morning
smoking your ciggarettes
and talking over coffee
philosophys on art
baroque moved you
you loved mozart...
and you’d speak of your loved ones
as I’d clumsily strummed my guitar
excuse me, I’ve mistaken you for someone else
someone who gives a damn...
And your thoughtless words are
tearing me
they’re tearin me
they’re tearing me apart...
Willow stood with a snarl, tears running down her cheeks.
"I am not that simpering Willow anymore!" She hissed. "Spike wants his lover back, fine, he can kill me and have it done with. The Scoobies need their friend? Tough shit. I’m after one thing, and Angelus’s death will be at my hands."
She set off with a determined gait.
****
"Thanks Rupes...yeah I’ll call you as soon as I know anything." Spike hung up his cellphone, taking a deep drag on his ciggarette with the other.
When she had looked at him, she looked at him with the hatred and disgust that he had seen in every demon’s eyes nowadays. He was a mockery. He was an embarassment.....Spike exhaled, now he really did sound like the poofter. He needed to find to her, to talk to her, to bloody discipline her until she was almost dead from blood loss.
The latter sounded like the best option available to the blonde vampire.
****
"I don’t bloody well care if you are a demon, you’re the Slayer’s best friend, and a witch besides. How the hell do I know that its not some frilly little glamour, eh girl?!" Willy snorted. He wiped the dirt from his bar onto Willow’s shoes.
Willow’s demon merged to the foor and she wrenched the snitch over the wood expanse. She sunk her teeth into his neck for the briefest second before removing them. Leaning back slightly she smashed her nose with Willy’s.
"Listen up Snitch. I’m not in the mood. Interesting thing happens when you become a vampire, especially if your new to this, you lose self control. I’m stopping myself from this very instant from draining all the oxygen rich blood from your veins, and thats because I don’t know where you’ve been." She hissed.
"Uh...yeah...so what did you need Red?"
Willow let her human smile shine, dangerous as it was. "I need a couple of supplies, and I can’t just walk into the Magic Box to get them." She purred, shoving forward a list.
"So...what...do I get for helpin’ ya out?" Willy tried to validate himself.
Willow fixed him with a grin. "The opprotunity to spread the news that Willow Rosenberg is dead, and Angelus will soon be soot." She murmured, leaving the bar.
At her exit, Willy was not the only one to breathe an audible sigh of relief.
****
Willow let her hand rest against the door frame, watching her Sire sleep. He was perfectly still, Michelangelo’s David in black sateen sheets, just barely covering him. His muscles were marble stone chiseled, as well as his features. She licked the blood from her lips, her last kill of the night. Turning, she could feel his eyes on her.
"You came home." He said simply, the sheets making the barest of rustle as he sat up.
Willow rolled her eyes. "I didn’t really have any choice. Sunnydale seems to have a shortage of appropriate vampire lairs."
Spike played it cool. She was being more than a little hostile at the moment,which made him wonder what exactly she had up her sleeve.
"Why do you think I finally decided to get an apartment?" He leaned against the headboard, watching her. Her ass looked so good in leather pants.
"You were tired of actually pretending to be a vampire? The crypt was too close to the dark side?" Willow mocked.
<Enough with the calm facade.> Spike stood, letting the black sateen cascade back to the bed. He walked confidently, naked to her, and slapped her just as calmly.
A spot of blood stained the white perfection of her dead skin. "You hit me." Willow gasped.
Spike nodded, and struck again. This time her cheek turned rosebud pink at the contact.
"You’re insolent. You are misbehaved. You insult your master, and you are not obedient. This means one of two things, either there is something wrong with you as a vampire, and you must be killed.....or you need to learn who you belong to." Spike felt like a cad for knocking her about like this. He wasn’t sure of how else to reach her.
Willow’s eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, Spike leaned forward to take her into his arms. As he drew near, she socked him with a undercut, slamming his jaw with her fist. Her left came across just as quickly, as did her kick that hit him square in the stomach. Her boot print was proudly displayed as ‘Steve Madden’ on Spike’s perfect stomach.
"You think that I care?! GO AHEAD!! KILL ME you FUCKING BASTARD!!!!"
Spike stood, slamming her against the wall, wrenching her hands into the cuffs that were there.
"You want me to?! Do you want me to send you to hell Willow....so you can spend eternity rotting with the rest of the bloody ponces?"
"Might as well....better that than staying here...being costantly compared to my former fuzzy self....better than seeing the glow in your eyes as you first look at me, and watching it die as you realize I’m not her, and I never will be!!" She screamed.
Spike knew her words had shook him. She was feeling resentful to...herself...
He fixed her with a yellow eyed glare. "You wanna die....fine..." Spike growled.
He raised a stake, its arc perfect....and slammed into her chest.
Willow screamed as the stake penetrated the tissue, muscle and blood vessels. The liquid that she had stolent tonight was pouring from her body, and she felt immedietly deflated. Her sire was very smart.
If Spike had gotten the stake a millimeter closer she would have been dust. He purposely aimed for the blood vessels just to the side of the heart, where it wouldn’t kill her, but would sure feel like it for a coupla days.
"Y-y-you didn’t do it." Willow gasped. She didn’t know if she was relieved or even more pissed.
Spike looked at her levelly. He twisted the wood in his hand, causing her to scream and sob in continual pain. "No I didn’t. And when you’re done begging me for mercy, I might let you down. Until that stake is removed from your skin, you’ll continue to bleed and you will not heal." He said quietly.
Willow looked at him suprised. He surely wouldn’t leave her her, not....
"You won’t leave me like this." She said confidently, gritted through her teeth.
Spike leaned in, his calm stoic faced turned into the wolfish grin of the devil.
"You don’t think so pet? You don’t think that I will not punish you for your words, calling me a disgrace....your insolence....Willow...you better thank your former human self, because she is the only reason you are alive. I made a promise before you died, and you shall fufill it to yourself. But I’ll be damned if I’ve given you eternal life and you expect me to spend it as your fucking lap dog. I may be somewhat ‘tamed’ if you want to call it that, but I’m not someone you want to mess with. Do you understand?"
Willow nodded her head numbly, and shrunk back when she felt him strike her face again.
"Y-yes Spike. I understand."
He turned on his heel, ignoring the pleasant aroma of her blood, and crawled back into his bed, turning on his stomach, ignoring his hard on, he went back to sleep.
Willow waited long enough till she knew that he was dead to the world, and then she let the tears cascade down her face. She was in pain....in more ways than one.
******
Giles noted again that the Master Vampire seemed tense, agitated.
"Where is she?" Buffy asked.
Spike turned his head slightly. "Hanging in my bedroom."
"WHAT?" Xander leaped to his feet.
"She had some issues to work out, so I chained her to the wall." Spike just neglected to mention that she was bleeding all over the hardwood floor as well. Its a good thing he had put that bucket beneath her.
"You..."
"Xander....its common for vampires to punish their childer in such ways, and with a demon that has strengths like Willows, the harder the....punishment...the quicklier she will learn to obey her Sire."
Giles murmured.
Xander didn’t look comfortable at that statement, he just looked, sick.
"How long are you going to leave her there?" The Slayer asked.
"I tole’ her she’s not getting down till she asks."
"Why isn’t she down already?" Xander demanded.
Spike rolled his eyes at the boy, normally he was very intelligent, wait, no, this was Xander.
"Whelp, you heard her last night, all the language...add language, insults, and a mean right hook, and then you’ve got a taste of the behaviour I’ve been experiencing with Willow lately." Spike explained drolly.
Giles cleared his throat. "Back to the task at hand. Wether or not we immiedietly restore Willow’s soul."
"No." Buffy said. She moved around the room with restrained grace, looking like a pacing tigress in a cage.
"No?" Xander asked.
"Spike was right, Willow wouldn’t be able to do what she needs with a soul. You know she wouldn’t Xand, she be more apt to forgive Angelus than kill him."
"Buffy...you could take care of the killing..." Xander pleaded.
The Slayer fixed her friend with a determined hazel eyed stare. "And why is it so easy for me to do the killing?! I have a soul...."
"So you’re going to use Willow as a demon killer because she won’t feel bad about it in the morning?! Or is it the fact that you won’t have to deal with the remorse of killing your ex-boyfriend?" Xander shouted.
Buffy clenched her fists, slapping Xander across the face. "Don’t you ever dare to accuse me of being afraid of killing Angel, that is a subject that you have no depth in Xander."
Spike watched the group carefully. It was very interesting to see how the Scoobies reacted without their witch around. He just wished that Willow would see this.
****
Willow felt like Lestat after Claudia and Louie had slit his throat. Except for the whole entire part of climbing the walls...wait that was when they set him on fire.
The witch attempted to shake her head to clear it, everything was jumbled in her mind...and her head wouldn’t even move, she had lost so much blood.
She heard the door slam as Spike entered, and for the first time, she felt like cowering. She had been unconcious when he had left at sundown, when she had awoken, the first thing that assaulted her senses was the blood. In a bucket beneath her, it was all the liquid that had been drained from her body. She sighed...and relaxed.
Spike entered, looking at her intently. She would begin to starve soon if she didn’t feed, and she would die if she didn’t feed.
He shrugged slightly, leaning back onto his bed.
"Watcher n all have decided to not return your soul." He stated simply.
"Buffy and Xander are at each others throats because Xander thinks that she’s just usin’ you as a demon killer, so she doesn’t have to kill her poofter."
No response.
"Hungry yet?" Spike quipped.
Willow flopped her head up, staring at him with emerald eyes. Spike fought to keep his face clear at the raw pain in her eyes.
"Spike..."
"Yes pet..." <Say the word Willow and you’re down.>
"Go to hell."
****
Spike had left the house in a angry rage, not before he broke a few bones though. Willow was going to have to stop just opening her mouth when she got the urge to speak. It was a good thing that she had decided not to stay in this position for long.
"Release." She spoke the one word quietly, as the cuff’s released her hands, and her blood weakened body dropped to the floor. She scrambled for the bucket of blood that had been removed when Spike stormed over to her, and swallowed the repugnant left overs. She resisted the urge to bring it all back up again, but the knowledge that the blood itself would give her enough strength until she could find a meal.
****
"Quod perditum est, invenietur.
Te implor, Doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte.
Nici mort, nici de-al fiintei, Te invoc, spirit al trecerii.
Reda trupului ce separa omul de animal!
Nici mort, nici al fiintei.
Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta, sufletul la el.
Utrespur aceastui. Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum!"
Willow felt the familiar energy run through her as she screamed out the last of the Rom Curse.
With her demon strength she did not collapse like she had in the hospital. There wasn’t even the need to breathe heavy.
After a quick meal, and a stop by Willy’s, Willow had been ready to restore the soul of the vampire that had hurt her. And he was nearby no less.
Willow stood on shaky legs, fixing her pants. She had even dressed for the occasion, leather pants, a red corset top, and a long leather coat. She set off through the cemetary, looking for the mass of flesh that killed her.
****
Angel groaned in pain. Someone had resouled him...the guilt overwhelmed him immedietly, and he cried against the wet grass of the cemetary.
"Angel?" Willow asked.
The vampire lifted his head. "Willow...oh...Willow." He sobbed.
"How are you feeling?" She kneeled down next to him, running her fingers through his hair.
"I killed you...I tortured you...raped you...and killed you...and you restore my soul..."
Willow nodded. "Yes you did....and I did." She stated quietly.
"How can I thank you..."
Willow laughed sharply, picking up the vampire and throwing him against a obelisk. She motioned and vines crawled twords his hands, binding him to the stone.
"No thanks needed Angel, I didn’t give you back your soul for good reasons. In fact, I gave you your soul so I could give you back everything you had given me."
"What do you mean?" Angel moaned. Maybe he deserved everything she had to give him.
Willow sighed and leaned against the stone, teasing her sharp talons up his shirt, the material splitting beneath her nails.
"Angel...you tortured me...you killed me when I was still alive, when I had my soul...why should I not give you everything in return?! I couldn’t just kill or torture Angelus....why...he’d get off on the pain and torture....no the easiest way to repay this unkindess is turning the tables." Willow laughed.
Angel resisted crying out in fear. What had he done?
"But you know Angel....I sure as hell know that I’m going to get off by torturing you, fuck...I’ll probably get off a coupla times." Willow giggled evilly.
****
Spike had finally calmed his blood lust by beating the shit of countless demons and then turning his agression against some humans. Finally feeling more in control he turned back to his apartment.
His childe was a mystery to him. Instead of being submissive, she was agressive, angry, and disobedient. Spike had never sired children like the poof had, he had no reason to build a legacy, he was a vampire not a bloody rabbit.
Spike unlocked the door, feeling immedietly the emptiness of their home. Running into the bedroom, he cursed and kicked over the empty bucket. The chains were limp, and his redhead was gone. Spike cursed in a multitude of different languages before setting off again to find Willow.
"Fuckin’ Wild Goose chase...I’ll bloody train the girl if its the last thing I do." He muttered, slamming the door.
****
Willow released Angel’s head from her hands with an ecstatic giggle.
"Precious! Absolutely precious!" She crowed. Her magic was ten times as stronger than it had been as a human, and she had delved into Angel’s mind with a vengeance.
"I wonder how poor Buffster would react to those tidbits of information.? So thats why Darla became so obessive-compulsive over you? And why you left?! You were in loved with my human self!"
The vampire rolled off of Angel, giggling till her stomach hurt.
"Love is not a reason to laugh...." Angel responded, his ire irked....not willing to be the butt of her joke.
"Ohhh...Angel...I’m not laughing because you were in love with me...I’m laughing because I know what exactly to do to you now...." Willow purred, crawling through the wet grass twords him.
~Part: 6~
Spike had finally calmed his blood lust by beating the shit of countless demons and then turning his agression against some humans. Finally feeling more in control he turned back to his apartment.
His childe was a mystery to him. Instead of being submissive, she was agressive, angry, and disobedient. Spike had never sired children like the poof had, he had no reason to build a legacy, he was a vampire not a bloody rabbit.
Spike unlocked the door, feeling immedietly the emptiness of their home. Running into the bedroom, he cursed and kicked over the empty bucket. The chains were limp, and his redhead was gone. Spike cursed in a multitude of different languages before setting off again to find Willow.
"Fuckin’ Wild Goose chase...I’ll bloody train the girl if its the last thing I do." He muttered, slamming the door.
****
Willow released Angel’s head from her hands with an ecstatic giggle.
"Precious! Absolutely precious!" She crowed. Her magic was ten times as stronger than it had been as a human, and she had delved into Angel’s mind with a vengeance.
"I wonder how poor Buffster would react to those tidbits of information.? So thats why Darla became so obessive-compulsive over you? And why you left?! You were in loved with my human self!"
The vampire rolled off of Angel, giggling till her stomach hurt.
"Love is not a reason to laugh...." Angel responded, his ire irked....not willing to be the butt of her joke.
"Ohhh...Angel...I’m not laughing because you were in love with me...I’m laughing because I know what exactly to do to you now...." Willow purred, crawling through the wet grass twords him.
****
Willow traced the soothing patterns on Angel’s flesh long after he had climaxed.
"She loved you, you know?" She whispered.
Angel froze, the words clenching around his heart.
"She loved you even as you raped her...she knew that deep down you, the real you was in there, and that you would have rather made love to her than....to do what you did."
The tears started again, intermixed with the blood that she had left upon his skin when she bit him.
"She even forgave you."
Angel started to sob in earnest.
Willow grinned with wicked intent, she hauled herself up Angel’s body, pulling his face to hers.
"Angel..." She moaned in a innocent, pre-vampire Willow voice.
"Willow?" Hope dawned in Angel’s slightly emotionally crazed eyes.
"Oh..Angel...how could you let him do that to me?" Willow let the tears flow down her cheeks. "I cared for you...I loved you so much...and you let him...you let him rape me....you let him carve into me...goddess...Angel he hurt me so bad." The vampra broke down, letting the emotions out.
Angel reached up and encricled her in his strong arms. "I’m so sorry Willow...I’m so sorry....I’m here now...its allright."
******
Spike stepped into the park the sharp tangy smell of blood high in the air, along with the smell of sex.
His demon was summoned without his knowledge, and he followed his hyperactive senses through the maze of dead. He heard Angel’s sobbing before he even saw them. He was begging her for her forgiveness, and she was lying in his arms. She looked up from his shoulder quickly, her eyes flashing yellow, daring her Sire to interupt.
Spike paused, torn between his instincts to rip his mate from his Sire’s grasp, beat her senseless, or to let them be. The vampire stepped further into the shadows, leaving his childe be.
*****
Willow looked back into Angel’s tearfilled brown eyes.
"Oh Angel....I can’t forgive you." Her demon came to the fore with violent intensity. "I’m not capable of that anymore. You did this to me luv....you helped me become the blood sucking, violence craving vampire that I am right now...and I want you to be proud of it for all eternity. I want you to feel the deaths that occur at my hands....I want you to know when my victim’s hearts stop, and I want you to feel my ecstasy everytime I kill." She growled, wrenching his head back, her fingers burried in his hair.
"No...please..." Angel begged.
"No Angelus...there shall be no pleasing any more. You shall get your just reward, and I shall have my revenge." Willow purred. She forced his eyes to her own.
"Feel my demon." She whispered the three words with intensity that ripped through the two vampire’s with very real magical power.
Angel screamed, and fell limp. Willow grinned, looking to the sky, and howling in joy. She got up off th Master Vampire, her arms spread to the night sky, calling upon every dark god that she had been taught to be silent about. The rain began to fall, the Goddess weeping over her fallen daughter.
*****
It had been a day. A day and the rain still continued, blanketing the sleepy Califrornian town in dark angry clouds. Willow had not returned to Spike....and he slept fitfully. Did she leave him for his Sire? Was she....he sighed, getting up from the crumpled bed. He reached for his duster, heading twords the park.
****
Willow turned slowly in circles, naked in the welcoming rain, relishing the sounds of grass being crushed beneath her love’s doc martens. The night had been cleansing, her thoughts finally unfevered with wonderings about her human half, her mind no longer consumed with Angelus.
"Take off your duster Spike..." She called.
Spike looked at her with a wordless question.
"Take off your coat and stand in the rain....close your eyes...."
The vampire did so, letting the beloved coat fall to the ground with a slapping of leather.
"Open your mouth...taste the rain...feel it fall over your tongue...lick up the drops...feel the life..rain is like blood....it is blood to this blue planet...its living essense that we, when we were humans could not survive without...just like we, as vampire’s...can not live without blood. It has no specific taste, other than the metallic tang of life...just like blood....yet rain is also described as weeping, as an eghaustive process to dying....tell me Spike...is blood always about dying?" Willow asked softly, she was finally calm inside.
Spike finally opened his eyes, seeing his most precious possession standing naked next to him in the rain. Her red long hair fell over her eyes, her green orbs peering through the slowly dripping strands. The water droplets fell to her mouth, sensuously tracing along her pout, till her pink mouth tasted them, and brought them into her mouth.
"Blood is life...and we take lives to live ourselves." Spike answered.
"Then I cannot live without dying....and I will not live without taking lives."
Spike stared at his childe, marveling at the short time it took her to reach her maturity. "Luv?" He asked softly, which was more like, ‘are you sure’.
"I’m who I am now Spike....to try to reclaim that person could be wrong...it would be nothing but torture....I cannot live without killing....I won’t."
Spike let the slow smirk that she had fell in love with slide over his chiseled features. "No soul for my Red then...."
"No...I could never have a soul now."
They stared at each other for a moment, the rain still pattering down upon them. Willow reached twords Spike first, licking up the water droplets that had gathered at his mouth.
"I need the water Spike....I need the life." She whispered, before meeting his mouth for a passionate kiss.
Spike responded appreciatvely, tanging his hands in her hair, kissing her with his own emotional approval. She needed no soul to be the woman he loved.
**The End**