Parts: 21 - 27 (End)
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~Part: 21~
As Willow stood outside of the Magic Box, she felt the tears falling down her face. She wiped them away with her fingers and glanced back to the car. She looked at Spike one last time, trying to memorize his face. His touch. Wanting to memorize every memory they had together. As she quietly opened the door to the Magic Box, she heard the car speed off. She took a deep breath and walked through, shutting the door behind her. Willow glanced around the room. As she looked around, she only knew one thing. She didn't belong here anymore. She stood there for a few moments before anyone noticed her.
Giles looked up from his book for a moment. He couldn't believe who
was standing before them. "Dear lord. Willow?" He couldn't believe that
she wasn't dead or actually undead. At the mention of her name, everyone
stopped what they were doing and looked up at her.
Buffy just stared at Willow. She looked over at Xander who looked as
shocked as she felt. "Wills?" she asked as she slowly raised out of her
chair. "Is it really you? We looked everywhere for you."
Angel stood in the corner of the room, watching the scene before him with Buffy and Willow. He had noticed the redhead the moment she walked through the door. His childe's scent strongly surrounded her body. Angel was relieved for Buffy, knowing seeing her best friend again brought emotions that she had pushed away. But he knew Willow was different. She carried herself different.
"Wills?" Buffy squealed and rushed over to her. As Buffy started towards her, Willow took a few steps back.
"Buffy, stop!" Giles told her. He took a small step towards Willow and relaxed momentarily when she didn't move away. He wasn't sure what to say to her but knew he had to say something. "Hello Willow," Giles said slowly. "It's nice to see you again."
Willow interrupted him, sensing the tension in the room. "I'm not ready for this," she said glancing around the room. Her eyes returned back to Giles. "All I want is to go back to my house."
"Of course, Willow. Perhaps we'll see you in a few days."
"I'll walk you home," Buffy volunteered.
"No need."
"You need protection."
"Not. From. You," Willow told her while emphasizing every word.
"WILLOW!" Buffy yelled as her friend started to walk away.
Willow let out a low growl. "Leave me alone."
As she walked out the door, she knew Angel had seen the bite mark and the collar when she heard Angel's statement. "Buffy, nothing will attack her. Not if they want to continue with their unlife."
Willow walked to her house in silence. Her thoughts were focused on Spike. She didn't want to be here. She wasn't afraid, she knew she was protected. That she was claimed. Even if the vampires didn't see the bite, they could smell the claim. She arrived at her house and shut the door behind her. Nothing looked different and it didn't look like home. Willow crawled onto the couch, curled in a ball. She let her fingers graze over the emblem on the collar as she cried herself to sleep.
~Part: 22~
When Willow woke up, she sat up quickly and looked around the room. The harsh light coming through the window stung her eyes. Her hand quickly went to her throat, making sure the collar was still on. When she felt it around her throat, she started to relax.
She got up from the couch and headed towards the bathroom, just as the phone started to ring. She stared at the object like it was unknown to her. Willow stood there staring at it, waiting patiently for the machine to pick up the message. After a few moments she heard the voice.
The machine beeped. "Yes Willow, this is Giles. I'm not sure you're even there. I hate this dreaded machine. I hope you can hear me. It has been a couple of days since I've seen you. I was worried. If you want to talk, no one else is here right now."
As Willow listened to the message, she started chewing on her lower lip. Reluctantly, she picked up the phone. "Giles?"
"Willow? Are you alright? I haven't heard from you in two days."
"Um...two days? Are you sure?" <That must be why I'm so well rested.>
"Of course I'm sure." Giles was silent for a moment. "I don't want to push you, Willow. I know you need time. I was just worried."
A small smile came to her face. "Thanks Giles. I'll probably stop by sometime this evening."
"Everyone will be here tonight, Willow."
"I know," she said quietly.
"Will you be safe walking through the dark to get here?"
"I'm protected," she told him as her fingers grazed the claiming bite.
"Very well, I hope to see you then."
"Bye, Giles."
"Goodbye, Willow." Giles hung up the phone wondering if Willow was really ready to see everyone yet.
As Willow hung up the phone, a frown came to her face. All she wanted to do was go home. Spike was her home. As she made her way to the bathroom, she tried to push all thoughts to the back of her mind.
After she peeled off her clothes, she climbed in the shower and turned on the hot water. She let the steam and the heat surround her as she felt the water against her body. Willow placed her hands on the cold bathroom wall as the water slid down her skin. She just stood there, lost in thought. Soon her tears, with the water, fell. She reached over and shut off the water, wrapping her body in a large towel.
Willow stood in front of the bathroom mirror and wiped away the steam. She looked at herself, looked at her reflection. Willow leaned her neck to the side and admired the bite. His bite. That thought made her smile.
An hour later, she was ready to walk out the door. She had chosen to wear one of the outfits Spike had gotten for her. Black leather pants and her black lace-up boots. A green, silk, sleeveless v-neck shirt that revealed her bite mark and of course her collar that she hadn't taken off. She shut the door behind her and walked into the darkness, never seeing the blue eyes watching her.
Willow walked through the streets of Sunnydale feeling protected. When she got to the Magic Box, she took a deep breath before walking in. She walked through the door and saw Giles, Angel, Buffy and Xander. She closed the door loud enough to attract attention to herself.
"Hello Willow," Giles said with a smile.
"Hey," she replied.
"What's with the outfit, Wills?" Xander asked.
"I don't see anything wrong with it," Willow replied.
"It's not you," he told her.
"That's the thing Xand, it is me."
"Look at yourself Wills," Buffy interrupted. "Look at what he's turned you into. Look...WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR NECK?!"
"What?" Willow asked.
"You were...did he...you...you were bit."
Angel stepped forward to his girlfriend. "He didn't just bite her, Buffy. He claimed her as his."
"We'll undo it."
"I don't think so," Willow told them.
Angel turned to his girlfriend. "You can't undo this, Buffy. Claiming a human is a serious matter. It doesn't just happen!"
"ENOUGH!" Giles yelled. "Everybody take a step away from Willow and give her some air." Giles turned to Willow. "I'm sorry for their actions." Willow nodded at the apology.
Everybody returned to their seats, except for Angel. "He claimed you," he said directly to Willow.
Willow stood up straighter, proud of the claiming bite she wore. "Yes, he did."
"Take the collar off and give it to me," he ordered.
"No."
"No? I wasn't asking. I'm telling you to."
"What gives you the right to tell me to do that?"
"I'm his sire."
"No you're not. You LEFT him."
Spike stood outside the door listening to his sire and his mate. He opened the door quietly and noticed everybody's attention was focused on Angel and Willow. No one even knew he was there. He continued to stand in the doorway watching the fire in his mate.
"I can protect you, Willow," Angel told her.
"Protect me? From what?"
"From my childe. He's a demon in the purest sense of the word."
Willow let out a small growl. "Just because Buffy can't accept and enjoy your demon, it doesn't mean I can't accept Spike's! I even enjoy it. It's part of him."
Spike leaned against the door smirking at his pet talking down to his sire.
"Give me the collar, Willow," Angel ordered.
"NO! I won't let you take him away from me."
Angel took a step closer to Willow. "He. Left. You."
Spike's eyes flashed golden as he let out a growl.
"Spike," Angel said through gritted teeth.
Willow looked at the door. She couldn't believe her eyes. "Spike?"
Spike gave her a smirk. "So, you actually fancy being here Red?" He saw her shake her head no.
"There's no way in hell you're taking her out of here," Buffy told him.
"Buffy sit down," her watcher told her.
"Evil vampire, Giles. What about my sacred duty?"
Giles knew that the one thing to make Willow happy would be Spike. He knew she wasn't happy here. It was obvious. He also knew that his Slayer wouldn't accept that. "I don't really care for either vampire actually," he told Buffy. "You can stake him right after you stake Angel."
"But you know I won't stake Angel."
"I know."
Spike looked at his pet with a cold look in his eyes. "Come here, Red," he told her while pointing to the space in front of him. She walked quickly to him. He grazed his finger over his claiming bite. "Mine," he growled.
Willow didn't understand what was going on. Spike was back but he was being so cold towards her.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her next to him. "She belongs to me. We're leaving." Spike pulled her out into the darkness before anyone had the chance to protest.
~Part: 23~
Willow felt herself being pulled outside by Spike. A part of her was beaming on the inside that he had come back for her. Another part of her, though, noticed his tight grasp on her arm as he pulled her through the darkness. "Spike you're hurting me," she whimpered.
When Spike heard her whimper, he let out a growl as his eyes blazed golden. He tightened his grip on her, knowing he would leave bruises on her pale skin. When they reached the car, he flung open the door. He shoved Willow inside and slammed the door shut. Spike grinned sadistically as he made his way to the driver's side.
Spike climbed in the car and hit the gas. He could smell the fear rolling off Willow. It filled his senses and enticed his demon. After twenty minutes of riding in silence, he pulled over to the side of the road. "Look at me pet," he told her. When she refused to move, Spike took his hand and jerked her chin to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he growled. When her eyes met his, he took his other hand and softly grazed it against the side of her face. He used his fingers to drift down her face to his claiming bite. Spike brushed his fingers over the bite and then over the collar around her throat. He could feel her body tense under his fingers. Spike leaned toward her ear, inhaling her scent. "Mine," he growled possessively as his demon emerged forward. He harshly bit into her neck, reclaiming her. Reclaiming what was his. Spike pulled back after a moment and stared at the redhead.
Willow looked at him as he pulled away. His face was void of _expression as he slipped back into his human features. She watched as he started the car, once again, and started down the road.
When Spike pulled up to the house, he pulled her out of the car. "Keep your head down and your mouth shut!" He snarled. He kept a tight grip on her arm, his demon rejoicing with each new bruise. As he dragged her through the house, he watched as his minions scattered into the shadows. When he got to their room, he pushed Willow inside and locked the door behind him.
Spike started to stalk toward her, admiring her as he got closer. She was wearing an outfit that he had gotten her and his collar. He was relieved that she didn't go back to her old habits and ways. Spike could still smell her fear. He could practically smell the blood rushing through her body.
Willow was still looking down. She was afraid to look up into his eyes. She wasn't afraid of the things that she should have been. She was afraid that she would feel that one moment of contentment and then he would send her back. Again. "Sp-Spike?" She asked without looking up. She could feel his anger rise.
Spike couldn't believe she went against one of his orders. His demon was outraged. "Did you just speak to me? I'm sure I told you to keep your mouth shut. HOW DARE YOU NOT FOLLOW A COMMAND FROM YOUR MASTER!" Spike looked at his pet for a moment before he hit her across the face. He watched as she flew into the wall behind her, knocking her temporarily out. When she awoke, she found herself laying on the floor undressed. She sat up quickly, remembering what had just happened.
"Hello luv," he said as he watched her. She tried to get up from the floor but he stopped her. Spike placed his boot on her chest. "Just stay down, luv." He smirked at the level of control he had over the girl.
"Wh-what do you want?"
Spike took his foot off of her body. "What do I want? Well, let's think about that. There's a whole lot that I fancy." Spike pulled off his black t-shirt. "And I'm gonna have one of those things right now," he told her as he gave her a smirk. Spike kicked off his boots and climbed out of his jeans. As he leaned down to her, she started to struggle. "Feel free to fight me, luv. I like it."
Spike grabbed the sides of her hips to slow down her squirming. As he dug his fingers in her, he entered himself fully within her with one thrust. He started to pull out of her, only to slam into her again. He could hear her whimpering out of pain and smelled the salty tears, but his demon chose to ignore both. He continued to pound into her, each thrust becoming more aggressive. More rough. There was no tenderness in his actions. Spike was using Willow as his pet. He lifted Willow's hips to give him more access. The position allowed him to enter her even farther. As he slammed down into her, he would jerk her hips up to meet his body. He no longer smelled the blood he was sure he caused from tearing into her. Spike eventually felt her body respond to his.
At first, all Willow focused on was the pain. She felt him tear into her. His movements were rough and needing. As the pain lessened, the pleasure in her spread. She felt his hands on her hips as he pounded into her. As he needed her. Willow could feel the softness of the rug under her as he fucked her on it. She placed her hands on his hips, feeling the coolness of his skin against hers. She started to meet his thrusts, each one becoming more about need. As Spike placed her hips down on the rug, she widened her legs a little farther. He used this to his advantage and leaned into her, leaning over her body. Spike didn't miss a beat, he kept the rhythm steady. Each of them wanting more. When he felt he was close, he leaned over to her ear. "Think you can handle me? Do you like my demon now?" He whispered. Spike placed his hands back on her hips and fucked her harder and faster than he ever had before, almost violent. He could hear her moan out of pleasure under him as she arched her body into his. He felt himself on the edge. "Fuck," he growled as he came into her. He bit down on her neck while riding out his orgasm. Her blood on his tongue satisfied his demon.
Willow knew he was close. He was pounding into her with such force, she thought she would split, and the only thought was how much she needed him to fuck her. To touch her. To need her. The next thing she knew, he had his fangs in her throat. Willow dug her fingernails into his back as she wrapped her legs around him. She started to tremble from her own orgasm. Willow reached over to the other side and bit down hard on his neck, tasting the coppery liquid hit her tongue.
Spike felt her nails in his back as she trembled around him. All he wanted to do was ride her forever. When he felt teeth in his neck, his demon reacted. He bit down even harder, not wanting to let go. They both trembled together from the intensity of it. Before he could take too much, he took his fangs out and started to lick at the drops of blood on her neck. When he was finished, he looked at her face but her eyes were closed. "Pet? Pet open your eyes." A feeling of dread started to go through him but he could still hear her heartbeat. "Say something."
Willow opened her eyes slowly, exhausted. Her eyes widened a bit when she saw what she had done to his neck. "I-I bit you," she whispered.
Spike was nuzzling her neck when she had admitted to biting him. "Mmm...yes you did." He looked into her eyes. "You don't see me complaining, do you?"
"But I bit you."
"That you did. Think you might be doing it again....soon?!" He asked partly hoping.
"Spike, that was...."
"Intense?" He saw her shake her head yes. "Luv, my demon....I wanted to possess you but not quite like that. I lost control of the demon, it was in control. It wanted to reclaim you, to show you who you belong to."
"Oh," she said quietly.
"What is it?" He asked as he saw her frown.
"You said your demon had control. Does-does that mean you don't want me like that with that kind of intensity?"
Spike slid out of her and layed down beside her. He pulled her body next to his and whispered into her ear. "I always want you. Bloody hell luv, you hypnotize me. I want you like that and any other way you can think of."
Willow looked into his eyes. "Are you sending me back? Cause I don't want to go back. I want to stay here...with you. Angel wanted to keep me away from you or you away from me and I don't want that."
Spike silenced her with a tender passionate kiss. When he broke the kiss, he looked back into her eyes. "I heard what he said. I was listening. No git is gonna keep us apart. You're mine. If you want, I want you by my side. Always." Willow responded with a hard kiss, crushing her body into his.
~Part: 24~
Spike pulled away for a moment and stared into her eyes. He couldn't help but to smirk at everything that had happened lately in his unlife. "Is that a yes, luv?" He watched as she shook her head yes. As a smile spread across her face, Spike morphed into his vampire visage. He sliced his wrist with his fangs and watched the blood for a moment before returning to his human features. Spike brought his wrist up to her mouth, encouraging her to drink his blood. Seeing her confusion, his face softened a bit. "Red, I need you to drink," he said softly. "I hurt you pretty bad earlier. My blood will help you heal faster." <It will also make our bond stronger.>
Willow reached for his wrist with her hands. She brought his wrist to her mouth. As she held it in place, she placed her lips on the wound and started to suck it gently. As his blood hit her tongue, she responded to the taste. Her body screamed for more. Willow tightened her grip and started to suck more forcefully, willing the liquid to dance on her tongue and circulate throughout her body. When the blood flow ceased, she pulled away from his wrist and looked up at his face.
Spike felt her holding his arm in place as she started to suck on the wound. He could feel her tongue darting over his skin, taking his blood, enticing his demon. As Spike felt his mate drink from him, he could hear himself start to purr.
When she pulled away, his eyes met hers and he took in her appearance. Willow's skin was flushed all over. Her eyes glazed over with want and need for her mate. But what he noticed most of all were her lips. Her lips were now blood stained. The blood was a deep shade of crimson against her pale skin. Spike decided he couldn't resist his demon and pulled the redhead close to his body. He crushed his lips to hers, enjoying the scent of his mate with his blood. He held her body to his as he grazed his fangs over her tongue. As her blood reached his tongue, he deepened the kiss. Spike continued to kiss her with intensity and emotion until she pulled away to breathe. He nuzzled her neck as he listed to her pant for breath.
As Willow felt Spike nuzzling her neck, she started to smile. <This is where I belong.> As she started to relax, a sudden fear went through her.
Sensing her fear, Spike looked up at her. "What is it, Red?" He asked with concern. When she didn't respond he continued. "Pet, I can feel your fear."
"Do you think they'll come after me?" She whispered.
"Who?"
"Buffy, Giles, Angel.....any of them?"
Spike let out a growl. "Is that what you want?" He spat out. "For them to find you?"
Willow quickly shook her head no. "They'll take me away. They'll make me leave. Don't let them take me from you. I belong here, with you."
Spike could see she was upset just thinking about it. <I can't believe I thought she would want to leave.> "Sshhh luv. No one is gonna take you away from me. I won't let them." He saw her smile at his reassuring words and felt her body relax against his. "Mine," he whispered into her ear.
In Sunnydale......
Buffy walked over to the wooden chest and started gathering supplies. "Buffy, what are you doing?" Giles asked.
"He's a vampire, Giles. I'm the Slayer." She paused for a moment. "I'm bringing Willow back. We're her friends, her family. She belongs here. And if Spike, the evil vampire, decides to meet Mr. Pointy....well I won't be disappointed. It's way past time I dusted the bastard."
Angel could feel his demon trying to claw to the surface. "If Spike truly cares about her, he won't give her up. He won't let anything or anyone stand in his way."
"Truly cares, Angel? This is Spike. He's a vampire."
"So. Am. I. Or did you forget that little detail. Buffy, he's unpredictable and impatient, but his demon has a strong capacity to love."
"This conversation is through," Buffy told him as she headed towards the door.
Angel stepped in front of her and grabbed her arm. "Yeah, this conversation is over. I'm not letting you go anywhere near him."
"What?" She asked in shock. "You're not going to LET me?"
"He's my childe. I know what he is because I made him. STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"
"I don't care. He has Willow."
His grip became tighter on her arm. "I won't let you go after my childe," he growled.
"So now you want to play sire, Angel? How convenient."
He pushed Buffy towards Giles. "Watch your Slayer or she's gonna end up dead." Angel turned around and stormed off without even looking back.
~Part: 25~
Spike continued to hold her while whispering words of reassurance to her. He let his fingers play through her hair while listening to her heartbeat. Spike also whispered to her promises of always. "We'll never be apart again, baby."
Willow wondered if it was too soon to ask him the one thing on her mind. <Would he get angry?> "Spike?"
"Yeah, luv."
Willow was silent for a moment before she spoke. "Why did you leave me there?" She whispered.
Spike's body tensed at the question. "Bloody hell," he mumbled. He reached over to the table and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it quickly. "Luv, do we really need to talk about this now?"
Willow leaned away from him and frowned. "Yeah, actually we do. I need to know why."
"Does it matter?" He asked, trying to avoid the question as he put out his cigarette.
"Does it matter?" She repeated. "DOES IT MATTER?!" She could feel the anger and hurt rush through her. "You left me there. I pleaded with you not to leave me there, but you didn't care. You left me with...with people I don't even know anymore, and they don't know me. I let you into my heart and you didn't want me. You left!" Spike reached out to hold her, but found himself being pushed away. "No. I was so lost there without you. I was so unhappy. You weren't there. It was like you didn't want me anymore. Your sire wanted to keep me away from you. You are the only thing I know anymore and you didn't want want me with you."
"Red..."
"When you left me there, you said you needed to know. What did you need to know? Did you find it?"
Spike took a deep breath and pulled her body back to his. His voice softened. "I needed to know about you, luv."
"About me?" She asked in confusion.
He grazed his fingers along his claim mark. "You were here because I kidnapped you." He let out a sigh. "I want you to be here because you want to be. I had to know that you wanted to be with me. That maybe you could love me. I WON'T be a second choice." He let out a warning growl to her, letting her know this was serious.
"How do you know now?" She asked quietly. "You just came in and took me, again!" She saw anger on his face and realized she took her comments too far. She grazed the side of his face with her fingers as a smile spread across her face. "And I'm glad you did. I-I missed you, Spike. I thought you didn't want me anymore."
Spike leaned into her neck and gently kissed her skin. "Not possible," he whispered. "I'll always want you." As he said the words, he felt her hands glide along his chest. Feeling her warm skin against his, he groaned at the contact. He caught her hands with his and kissed the inside of her palms. "Red, I would love to follow through with what you have in mind but you need to heal." He saw her frown, the disappointment in her face. "You should be all healed by tomorrow, luv. I swear I'll follow through."
Spike saw her smile and then felt her snuggle up against him, as she drifted off to sleep. Once his Red was asleep, Spike allowed his thoughts to wash over him. <I'm so sorry I hurt you. You're where you belong now, with me. Mine. Always.> As he thought about his redhead, he joined her in slumber.
~Part: 26~
Willow woke up the next afternoon feeling rested. She looked up at Spike and studied his face for a moment. <I wonder if he's really sleeping? Dead to the world, literally.> She leaned her mouth to his ear. "Spike I wanna play," she whispered seductively.
"Mmm," he responded not fully awake. As he felt her kiss his neck, his body responded. "I don't wanna hurt you, luv."
Willow started trailing soft kisses down his neck and across his chest. She savored the taste of his skin. As she reached his nipple, she swirled her tongue around it. Willow could hear him groan from the pleasure. She bit gently on his nipple, causing him to growl as his eyes flashed golden. "Maybe I wanna hurt you, Spike." She started to suck the flesh that she had just bit. After a few moments, she lifted her head to meet his eyes. "Only in the best ways of course," she told him and grinned.
Willow continued kissing down his body. Each kiss becoming more tender but also needing. When she reached his cock, she paused for a moment letting her hot breath blow on his cool skin. She leaned forward, allowing her tongue to swirl in circles over the tip. Hearing him moan in pleasure, she relaxed her throat and took his full length in her mouth. As she sucked slowly, she let her tongue twirl around him, enjoying the taste of him.
Spike thought he was in heaven when he felt his redhead make her way down his body. With each kiss, he felt as if his body was on fire. When he felt her lips around his cock, all thoughts left his mind. <Bloody hell, the chit's gonna kill me. Already dead, but still.> He felt himself start to purr involuntarily. <Gods below, she feels so good!> As he felt her tongue swirl around him, he knew he was almost there. Spike pulled her body up to his, disappointed because her lips were no longer wrapped around him, but he decided he needed to be in her. He crushed his lips to hers.
Willow was a bit surprised when he pulled her away from her 'activity' and brought her body to his. When she needed air from their crushing kiss, she pulled back to look at him. "I-I thought you would like..."
"I did pet," he whispered in her ear. "I liked it very much, but I like being inside you more." Spike nipped at her neck with his blunt teeth. "I will never leave you again, Red. Do you know that?" He watched her hesitate and then slowly shake her head yes.
"Spike," she pleaded. "Need you."
He let his hands graze against her stomach with light feathery touches as he leaned over her. "Do you, now? And how bad do you need me, luv?" He heard her let out a small growl. "It doesn't always have to be rough and needing with us." He leaned down and kissed her neck. "It can be soft and sensual."
"It can be rough and needing sometimes though, right?" She asked in a low voice.
Spike grinned at her. "Sometimes, but not right now. Want me, do you?" He asked when he saw her open her legs slightly. He slid two fingers in her while kissing her neck. He started moving slowly, letting her need heighten within her. "Spike," she mumbled as she started moving against his hand. Spike started to move his fingers more quickly. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"Want you now," she mumbled.
He quickly thrusted his fingers within her, letting her need build, and then withdrew them. Spike heard her whimper and then crawled between her legs. "I need you too, baby," he whispered as he slowly slid inside of her. He gave her a moment to adjust before he started moving slowly inside her. As she tried to quicken their movements, Spike held her hips in place. He wanted to take things slowly. He wanted her to savor it. Spike already knew they were both on the edge from their foreplay. Everything in the room suddenly became clear. Willow's moans as he slid in and out of her. The emotions that were between them. The blood that they had shared. The fact that she was 'his'.
"Spike..almost there," she panted between breaths.
"Red, let go. Let me in. Give yourself to me," he pleaded. As he said the words, he felt her orgasm as she screamed his name. When he felt her tremble around him, he lost control. As he emptied himself inside her, he leaned towards her neck and growled but did not bite. "Mine," he whispered as he slowly moved within her, letting them both ride out their orgasms.
Spike slid out of her, exhausted, but held her close to his body. He started to purr when he felt her playing with the ends of his hair at his neck.
"Wow!" Willow told him breathless.
"That it was, luv. That it was."
"Um...why didn't you bite me?" She asked softly.
"I don't always have to bite you, Red. I just like to," he said with a smirk.
"I like it too, when you bite me," she admitted. "Spike?"
"Yeah, luv."
"Why can I feel you? I mean, I feel your emotions. I can sense you."
"When did this start?"
"Well...um..I felt it yesterday when you fed me your blood and I uh..felt it when we were, you know."
Spike watched as she blushed from her head to her toes. He nuzzled in close to her neck. "It's a part of the bond, pet. We're connected with blood. It'll always be like that." A thought just occurred in his mind. "Do you regret it, pet?"
"Regret it? Why would I regret it? It's like you're always with me," she told him with a smile.
"I will ALWAYS be with you. You're at my side now, Red."
At that moment, a minion knocked on the bedroom door. "This better be bloody good," Spike mumbled. He crawled out of bed and tugged on a pair of jeans while Willow covered up with the sheet. He pulled the door open and looked at the minion. "What?" He growled, causing the vampire to jump.
"Sorry to interrupt, Master. There's a visitor downstairs, he refuses to leave. He said he must speak with you."
"Visitor, huh?"
"Yes, Master."
"Is that all?" He asked impatiently.
"Yes Master. Good day."
Spike slammed the door and brought his attentions back to his redhead.
~Part: 27~
Spike started walking back to his bed when he froze. He sensed the visitor. Willow watched as his flickered to golden. "Spike?" She whispered softly. Even without looking at him, she could sense the tension within.
"Bloody hell," Spike mumbled to himself as he started to pace back and forth. "My bleedin' sire is here," he spat out. Spike let out a growl and morphed as he continued to pace back and forth.
Willow watched him pace across the room. She could feel his anger; it surrounded him. She listened as he mumbled to himself. <His sire? Angel? What if he tries to take me away from Spike again? No, no. Spike told me I belong here. I want to stay here.> Willow looked back up, watching Spike. <Should I try to calm him? Should I try to talk to him? Would he even listen?>
She made a decision. Willow pulled the sheet away from her body and got up from the bed. She walked slowly to the vampire. Just as Spike stepped in front of her, she pushed him towards the wall. Willow attempted to pin him against the wall, using her body.
<Mine. She's mine. There's no way in bloody hell my poof of a sire is gonna take her away. MINE.> Suddenly he felt someone attack him and push him against the wall. He growled and then pushed the attacker against the wall, switching positions. Seeing it was 'his' Red, he let his human features return. Spike took a step towards her; leaving little room between himself, his redhead and the wall. He reached up and touched her face gently. "Mine," he told her as he looked into her eyes. Spike leaned forward and nipped her neck while inhaling her scent. He looked back into her eyes. "Always," he whispered.
Willow was a bit shocked when he had switched positions with her. Suddenly she found herself against the wall, not knowing what to do. She knew he was struggling with his demon. She wanted to calm the demon, letting him know that she was his. She looked into his eyes. "I'm yours, Spike. Take me." She watched as he hesitated. Willow leaned forward. "Make me scream," she whispered.
The demon in him came forward at her invitation. He shed his jeans within seconds and turned his attention back to her. He picked her up, digging his fingers into her skin as he felt her arms go around his neck. Spike leaned her partly against the wall as he slammed into her. Hearing her cry out enticed his demon even more. He returned to his human face and continued to pound into her. His thrusts were rough and and deep. There was no tenderness between them. It was animalistic and claiming. "Scream for me luv," he grunted.
Willow could feel him thrusting in her, filling her every need. She felt the wall scratching against her back as he quickened the pace. She felt her need growing inside of her. "Spike," she moaned.
Spike quickened his pace, feeling the need to claim her. "Cor luv," he whispered in her ear. "Red," he moaned quietly.
Hearing him moan his pet name for her was too much. "Oh..oh," she moaned. As she started to tremble, she screamed his name.
Feeling her tremble around him and screaming his name, his demon came forward. He bit into her neck, drinking deeply. Tasting her blood, calmed his demon. <Mine.> As he tasted her blood, he thrusted inside her a few more times. When Spike exploded inside her, he growled her name and then returned to his human features. He leaned his head up to hers, kissing her fiercely. Catching the screams of her second orgasm with his mouth. As he kissed her, he cut his tongue with his fangs allowing her to taste him, to taste his blood.
When he pulled away, he slid out of her; causing them both to collapse on the floor. Spike leaned over her body, licking away the few stray drops of blood that still lingered on her neck.
Feeling his blood through her body and his tongue lapping the stray blood made Willow feel...complete. "Love you," she mumbled.
Spike stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "What did you just say?"
Willow looked away from him. She didn't want to meet his eyes. "I..uh..I didn't." She took a deep breath. "I said I love you," she replied softly.
Spike took her chin in his hand and turned her face to look at him. "Look at me pet," he pleaded. He watched as her eyes met his. "Did you mean it?" He whispered.
"Yes," she replied quietly. She saw him smile before he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. As he pulled away, she looked into his eyes and suddenly frowned.
"Red, what is it?"
"You-you don't l-you don't love me, do you?"
Spike tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and lowered his voice. "I told you, you're mine. I claimed you. We exchanged blood, pet." He let his fingers dance on the side of her face. "I asked you to be at my side, Red. All of those things...it's more than love. What we have, it runs deeper. Stronger."
Willow beamed on the inside, causing her to grin. "Now what?" She whispered.
"Now...we get dressed and go deal with my bloody sire."
They both got up off the floor, not wanting to deal with Angel. Spike slid on his jeans and looked back at Willow. "You're beautiful," he told her.
"Spike!" She blushed. "Clothes?"
Spike smirked. "Alright pet." He opened his closet and handed her an outfit. A pair of black leather pants and his red silk shirt. He watched her dress, noting to himself how well she looked in his shirt and how well his claim mark looked against her skin. "Ready pet?" He asked.
"I guess so," she replied, unsure of what would happen. Spike and Willow made their way through the house, Willow staying very close to his side. As they made their way down the stairs, Willow became very nervous.
Spike glanced around the room, noticing the only occupants were one of his minions and his sire. He turned to his minion. "You may leave. In fact, go hunting."
"Yes, master." The minion glanced at Willow, seeing his Master's claim. "Night mistress." He bowed his head and left the house quickly.
Spike was proud that his minion treated her with that kind of respect. He could see that she was tense, probably about his sire. Spike snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against his body. "You're mine. I won't let him take you from me," he whispered. He felt her body relax and mold to his.
Angel watched the exchange between Spike and Willow. "Childe," he acknowledged.
"How did you find me, Peaches?"
"It's amazing the information demons will give up when persuaded. Or in my case, threatened."
"So in other words they thought you were Angelus. Lying about your demon to get what you want. What does that make you?"
Angel seethed at the comment. "Have things changed so much? In my day, 'pets' weren't allowed with certain company; especially with a sire and a childe." Angel knew he had probably hurt Willow's feelings but he wasn't sure how to play his cards. He never did with Spike.
"Things haven't changed Angelus, only your soul has. IF she was just my pet, she would NOT be allowed in company. She's at my side now. My Mate. Though my Red is none of your concern. Why are you here?"
Angel knew he wasn't getting anywhere with his childe. "Look William, the Slayer is after you."
"What's new about that, mate? She kills our kind or have you forgotten? Shouldn't you be trailing after her like a puppy dog?"
"She's looking for Willow. She wants to kill you to get to her."
Spike started to smirk. "Let her try! Is this some kind of trick. Setting me up, are you? I always thought you wanted to be the one to dust me. Now you never answered my question, Sire. What are you doing HERE?"
"This isn't a trick. She threatened my childe. I threatened her life. Don't exactly think I'm welcome there anymore."
"So what? You come running back to your family?"
"I am your sire!"
"Sod off! Angelus was my sire. You left, remember?"
"I don't have anywhere else to go, Spike."
"Not my problem, is it?"
"Childe," Angel growled.
Spike studied him for a moment, his eyes blazing golden. "You stay here, it's under my terms. My conditions. And she," he pointed to Willow, "is off limits to you. You can sod off about the right of sire."
Angel was trying to control his demon. Right now would not be the time to start a fight with his childe.
Spike continued. "It would almost be like I was your master. This must be killing you. Make a decision. It's now of never."
"I'll stay," Angel growled. He couldn't believe his unlife had come to this.
THE END