URL: http://www.mitglied.lycos.de/dwawards/Lady1.html
Pairing: B/S D/W finally W/S
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Owned by Joss and respective companies, the challenge idea is owned by Fayth, and the plot thereof is owned by me.
Summary: Willow is in deep love with Spike, she goes to tell him so, and realizes that he and Buffy have consummated their relationship. Willow, unable to take yet another heartbreak, leaves Sunnydale, and runs smack into Drusilla. Wackiness begins.
Author's Note: I do not like Buffy/Spike Sam-I-Am, I do not like them in a house, I do not like them with a mouse, not with a fox and not in a box, I do not like them anywhere especially with green eggs and ham!!!
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Her Daddy's prize and joy was a great getaway vehicle. It shifted a lot easier than the piece of shit they had first gotten her. Willow tried to laugh at the irony of the situation, but only succeeded in crying a little harder. She should have known, she was the smart one, she was the witch in tune with nature and....
"Fuck it." Willow swore, shifting into third as she passed the , "you are leaving Sunnydale, come back soon!" sign.
She had seen them, and she had watched them. Yet their lust filled eyes had never looked in her direction, never noticed her pain scream silently through her eyes.
"Tell me you love me Spike..."
"I love you..."
She had seen them embrace, their mouths seeking the others, the hunger only to be quenched by their desire. The tears had burned her eyes, the sulfuric acid of her pain cascading down her cheeks as she ran into the darkness, twords an escape that leaped into her mind. The car. That beautiful BMW convertible that wasn't ever to be touched or used, providing an out.
She couldn't take anymore pain, and so she would leave it behind.
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It hadn't been about love, it was never about love.
Drusilla stroked her fingers through her witch's hair, smiling as she nuzzled closer to her cool breast. The witch had found her in a small town just North of Los Angeles, still weak from the burns when Angel had set her a-fire. For some reason Willow had not been afraid of the vampire, only compassionate. She had cared for Drusilla, had fed her, and made love to her when the nightmares returned.
Yet it had never been about love. Both of them knew that when they cried out someone elses name in release, and who they really wish they were with. They found solace in their non-love, found comfort in their need to be together until they were healed.
Drusilla whispered endearments to the redhead, smiling as her lover just snuggled closer.
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"Fuckin'-A Slayer, I don't give a damn, the demon said the Duo was in the club. Thats wha' I told ya..." Spike griped puffing irritably on his smoke.
"And which is why you are coming with me SPIKE." Buffy huffed, really unable to stand the sight of her ex-lover.
"We both know you don't want me here so why am I...oh wait...you might need the muscle, so yer usin' me yet again." Spike muttered.
Buffy turned on her heel, joining the line for the nightclub. "Just figured it out blondie?"
"Nah, just realized that you lied." Spike shrugged.
"Oh?" Buffy mentioned cattily.
"Yeah, your not really blonde." The vampire leered at her.
"Fuck you Spike."
"Nope...had enough sloppy seconds, yer gettin' too loose for my cock sweetheart."
Buffy just narrowed her eyes.
****
Willow watched as the bouncer whispered in Drusilla's ear. The vampire just nodded, waving him off. She approached warily, knowing enough when the vampra was attempting to hide something from her. Fortunately the witch knew how to get information out of her girlfriend.
She sat close to her, ignoring the other vampire's gathered around.Her hands snaked up the long black leather skirt, finding the wet cunt that she loved to play with.
Drusilla jumped slightly at the warm contact at the apex of her thighs, smiling serenely, pulling Willow into her embrace, moving her long red hair away from her neck.
"Yes...my precious?" She asked as those warm fingertips entered her.
"What are you hiding Mummy?" Willow asked meekly, thrusting against the muscles that grasped her.
"MM...nothing..." Drusilla gasped, aware of their audience.
"Then Hans had nothing to say?" She began to worry Drusilla's clit with her thumb.
The vampire moaned loudly, eliciting grins from her comrades. "Ohhh...Willow.." She gasped.
"Tell me and I'll make you cum..." The redhead promised, speeding up her thrusts.
"S-pike...and the Slayer...in line...ohhh stars..." Drusilla came hard against Willow's hot hand.
The redhead brought her soaked hand from beneath the skirt, licking it clean, staring into her lover's eyes with cold green ones. "Finally." She whispered.
Drusilla smiled, pulling her lover in for an intense kiss.
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"So where the hell are they?" Buffy whined.
"We don't even know who they are..." Spike muttered. "There won't be a bloody animated sign love, 'Duo located here', you actually have to look around."
Buffy gave Spike a level look. "Make yourself useful before I..."
The Slayer's eyes got wide. "I don't believe it." She gasped, looking past Spike.
"Wut?" The vampire asked, turning around.
Five burly vampires towered over the Slayer and the Master vampire, crossing their arms with a crack.
****
"I don't give a damn...I don't give a damn..." Willow sang softly tapping her fingers on her skirt. She looked down at the leather and sighed. It was expected of them to dress alike for some odd reason.
It had been five years since Drusilla and Willow had gotten together, and somewhere along the way they had accumulated the name, 'Duo'. Originally it had been a joke between her and the vampire, that their do-gooder activities were like Batman and Robin, the first dynamic duo, but it had gotten shortened, and popularized by the people who needed their help. So they dressed alike, always in black leather, and tonight on a night when they thought they wouldn't have to fight, leather skirts.
Willow sighed, looking to Drusilla. As always since Willow had delved into her mind, bringing her pysche to the surface, the vampra was calm, stoic. She caught Willow's eye, and smiled gently.
"Glamour." She said quietly, noticing movement upon the stairs.
Willow nodded, trusting the vampire's judgment, assuming the appearance of a vampire, her skin growing pale, her hair and lips painfully red. She would not display the ridges until Drusilla nodded at her, or it seemed appropriate. They may be on the side of good, but that didn't mean they couldn't have fun being bad.
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"This 'Duo' better know who they are messing with!" Buffy shrilled, being pushed onto the balcony. She crossed her arms glaring at the vampires.
"I think they know Slayer." Spike said quietly. Something was bothering him, something wasn't quite right.
"Oh?" Buffy rolled her eyes.
Spike examined the crowd of vampires in front of him, wondering what exactly...."Bloody hell." He cried.
The vampires parted enough for the Slayer and vampire to be shoved forward, and two figures in black leather were dancing closely, two women....
"Oh my god WILLOW!" Buffy shrieked, rushing forward to be grabbed back by her captors.
The women clasped each other grinding against each others thighs, hands moving in a parody of love making, their mouths seeking the others, delicate kisses that were for the audience only.
Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Willow opened her eyes as she danced against Drusilla, catching Spike's wide blue eyes. She giggled to herself, flashing the glamour, letting him see her yellowed eyes and fangs before delving against Dru's neck to suckle and bite.
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on:
I'll never live down my deceit
The song faded away into the darker sections of the club before starting a new upbeat tune, the girls kissed gently, fluttering down to the leather couches, leaning against each other. Drusilla purred gently, stroking Willow's thigh.
"Bring me the prezzies." She growled.
Buffy immediately began struggling, throwing her captors left and right,before she was socked against the side of the head, forcing her to her knees. The large vampire then curled his fist into her hair, wrenching her closer for Drusilla's examination.
Spike moved forward willingly, gaining his allowance to stand.
"Spike." Drusilla smiled slowly.
"Dru." Spike grunted, seeing his lover of centuries smiling at him, sanely.
"WILLOW!" Buffy shrieked.
"Oh be quiet!" Willow snapped. She had enough of this. She stood to her feet, drawing close to the Slayer. "You seek the Duo, you've found us. State your purpose and then be gone."
"Gods Red, grown some balls, eh?"
Willow paused from facing Drusilla, her back to the Master vampire. Years ago she would have bowed her head, and walked away in defeat. She ran from the pain, and she ran from herself for too long. She caught Drusilla's gaze, and smiled. She turned on her heel.
"Ohhh Spikey...you don't know what I've gotten." She drew closer, as the bouncers grabbed the vampire tighter in their grasp.
"I'm powerful..." She pressed herself against him,tilting his chin up.
"I'm sexual..." Willow purred. She snaked her tongue along his skin, tasting him.
"I am Willow." She allowed the glamour to surface, and she sunk her fangs into Spike's neck. She had bitten Drusilla plenty of times before, the witchcraft allowing her to give her lover the violence in sex that she craved, but the taste of Spike's blood filled her senses with power, and lust.
She stepped back quickly, her tongue darting out to her tongue, licking up the blood that remained.
Spike looked at the witch that had stepped up to him, his eyes yellowed, his arousal apparent.
"Bloody hell." He murmured.
Buffy smirked at Drusilla. "You turn my best friend, trying to get back at me for taking Spike Drusilla?"
Drusilla rose from her reclining position with feline grace. She trailed her fingertips over her skin, smiling. "Slayer. I know that you and Spikey haven't been intimate for some time...you don't even smell like each other....you smell..of ...estrogen." She purred.
The surprise at Drusilla's statement echoed over Willow's face for a moment before it was gone. Willow laughed. "Ohh..Buffy's been dyking it?" She giggled.
Buffy glared at her.
Spike chuckled. "Definitely too loose for my cock."
The Slayer started swearing at the top of her lungs until the vampire holding her yanked sharply on her hair.
Drusilla watched in amusement. "You see Slayer, Willow isn't a vampire. It is a mask."
Willow grinned, whispering the incantation, her human flush returning to her cheeks slowly. "Dru and I have been together for five years, fighting the evil. We are the Duo." She explained.
"Why...why didn't you come back to Sunnydale?" Hazel eyes asked achingly.
Willow's eyes met Spike's. "I was in love with someone, and he chose another."
The Master Vampire held her gaze, feeling ashamed of himself.
"What did you need lovey?" Dru asked the vampire slayer.
"We need your help in Sunnydale." Buffy murmured sullenly.
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"Are you doing alright?" Drusilla asked Willow quietly as they sat comfortably in the limousine. They may be good, but minions of the undead world were scared shitless of the Duo.
Willow smiled slowly. Her eyes sought out the form of the sleeping Spike across the vehicle. "I will be."
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"She has changed so much." Giles said once again to Xander. The two men stood at the entrance to the training area of the magic box.
The former goofy youth just nodded, again. He watched the redhead moving across the workout area with a grace she hadn't had when he was younger. Both men turned away slowly, weighed down in their memories.
Spike tried not to grunt as the witch's blows hit home more than a few times. She used her own momentum and power against him, forcing him to think of ways to deflect her blows.
She paused for a moment, staring at him, her chest heaving. "Spike." she whimpered.
He immediately froze, her tone sending chills up his undead spine. "Red?" He asked, reaching to put an arm on her shoulder.
She grinned, grabbing his hand and shoulder, heaving him over her slight frame to the mat, placing a knee on his throat and a invisible stake at his chest. "Poof." She whispered sensually, leaning over his body, her lips brushing against his.
Spike grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down on top of him, crushing his lips to hers.
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"You are better." Drusilla said quietly, stepping out of the darkness.
Willow smiled, her robe clung close to her sweaty naked body. She looked over her shoulder to her once again sleeping vampire. "I am." She murmured.
"You promised." The female reminded her.
Willow looked sadly at her friend and lover. "Are you sure? I never thought we would actually..."
"I knew...I always knew." The vampire said, reaching for Willow's hand.
Willow rubbed her thumb across the brunettes cold white knuckles. "I promised...and I shall fulfill."
The witch spoke the words quietly and calmly, and cried as the sharp keen intelligence fell from the deep brown eyes of her lover.
Drusilla spun slowly, laughing. "Oh the stars my lovey...they are singing."
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THE END