Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Willow finds herself in a situation after walking through the graveyard
Distribution: redssoulmates, poetry-in-motion
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Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: mid season 4
Notes: Spike has the chip
Warnings: sexual situations, blood-letting, torture
A/N: This is for a challenge on fanfic_fiesta.
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While walking through the graveyard, Willow kept her head down looking at the ground. She just wanted to disappear inside herself until no one could see her anymore. Ignoring her surroundings, she missed the one vampire that was right now watching her.
From the darkness, Spike watched Willow. Gripping tighter on to the whisky bottle, he took another swig. He narrowed his eyes at her, imagining everything he could do to her. Leaning his head to the side, he took in her appearance. Her usual bright eyes were casted to the ground while her shoulders were slumped forward. Walking towards Willow, he stepped in front of her.
Willow froze when she noticed the tip of the boots in front of her. Slowly, she lifted up her head and saw Spike.
"Pet," he nodded. "You shouldn't be out here walking all alone."
"I just wanted.actually needed to be alone."
"Needs are funny, aren't they?"
Willow knew he was chipped but at that very moment he wasn't acting like it. Power and danger radiated off of him. She took a step back.
His eyes flashed golden. "I want to play."
Willow shook her head no quickly. "I don't want to play."
"Don't care," he shrugged. Spike vamped out and grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her body close to his. Ignoring the pain the chip was giving him; he leaned into her and bit into her neck, pulling the life out of her. He didn't want to kill her. For the moment he just wanted her to pass out. As he felt her body swaying from side to side, he pulled away from her neck and watched as she collapsed into his arms. Smiling to himself, his human mask came forward and he picked up her body, holding it close. He knew there was only one place he could take her. The mansion.
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Willow slowly opened her eyes. It hurt to move. She could feel cold metal around her ankles and around her wrists. Pulling at her wrists, she realized they were handcuffed together and hanging above her head. As she looked down, she noticed chains around her ankles. It was then that she also noticed that most of her clothes were missing. She was only in her bra and panties.
Spike heard her heartbeat pick up and knew she had finally come around. "Well, well, well, look who decided to wake up."
"Spike?"
"The one and only, luv."
She struggled with the chains. Her breathing was becoming frantic. "Let me go."
"Not a bloody chance."
"Let me go and.and.where are my clothes? And where are we?"
"Those are all really good questions."
"Let me go or I'll make sure Buffy stakes you. You'll turn to dust, Spike."
"You're in no shape to make threats, luv. You're chained to a wall.in your knickers. And you're suffering severe blood loss." He took a couple steps towards her. "Do you really think the Slayer is gonna save you? She's probably out shagging her latest toy. And you're here.with me. We don't really want her to interfere in our fun, do we?"
"Fun? Fun? What about this is fun?"
He stalked towards her until his body was lightly pressing against hers. "We could have a lot of fun," he purred. "Besides," he said as he took a small step back. "I'm beginning to fancy you being all tied up. Having no control."
"Please, please let me go," she pleaded.
He could smell the unshed tears in her eyes. It was at this moment he could hear the voices of the past haunt him. 'Never good enough.' 'You'll never be my Daddy.' 'You're beneath me.' Spike's face hardened as he heard Willow pleading to be let go. "I don't bloody think so."
Hearing his words she couldn't stop the tears.
He walked away and grabbed the whisky bottle he had almost finished. "Do you know why you're here, luv?"
"No," she said quietly.
"My need to hurt you and possess you is too great. It fills my senses."
"But the chip."
"Is beginning to short out. Or you're beginning to enjoy the pain. There are moments that it hurts like bloody hell and then are moments that I feel nothing. It doesn't even activate." He made his way back to her. "Time to make you scream." He knew he couldn't take too much blood without killing her. He vamped running his fang along her chest. His tongue lapping at the blood. And right on cue, her screams filled his ears like music. "So beautiful," he whispered. Spike looked up into her eyes. "Don't you like my demon, Red? It likes you. It likes to watch you bleed. Pretty colors. My beautiful beautiful girl. He let his tongue graze the welt once more as he undid her bra letting it fall to the ground. He realized he didn't just rip it off but carefully undid it. The action took him by surprise for a moment. The demon and the human fought inside him before he vamped again and bit into her breast. Pulling back he looked at the bite. "My marks all over your body. 'My' marks." He then swallowed another gulp of whisky before stumbling and falling, the bottle falling from his hands and shattering. He was only conscious for a moment before he passed out.
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Spike woke up sometime the next day. While opening his eyes, he realized that he was staring at the ceiling. 'How the bloody hell did I get on the floor?' Seeing the shattered bottle he remembered. His head quickly turned towards Willow. He could see fear in her eyes. He never wanted her to be afraid of him. Without saying a word, he stood up and walked over to the bed. He grabbed a blanket off the end of the bed and the keys to the handcuffs and chains. Silently he made his way to Willow and undid her restraints. She collapsed into his arms from weakness. He wrapped the blanket around her body and carried her to the bed. Holding her close he started to rock back and forth. "Sorry, pet," he mumbled. "So sorry, luv."
Willow wasn't sure what was going on. She could hear the soft mumblings of his voice. She had enough strength to walk out, she just wasn't sure if she wanted to. That's why she decided to collapse into his arms. When she felt his teardrops slide down her face, she decided to look up at him. "Spike?"
He looked down at her. "So sorry, pet. Never wanted you to hate me. I hurt you."
"Why did you bring me here?" she asked softly. "Where is here?"
"The mansion," he said. His voice held a hint of coldness to it. "My memories wouldn't leave me. I thought I could make new memories." He paused for a moment. "Fucked that all up, didn't I?"
Willow stared at him. He had hurt her, bit her, and even chained her. But underneath all of it, there was a deeper meaning to it. She knew she had a decision. She just wasn't sure if it was the right one. "What if I stayed?" she found herself saying out loud.
"What?" he whispered.
"If you wanted me to, I could stay. Although I don't really want to be chained to the wall. I could stay and we could make new memories."
"Why would you do that? I hurt you, luv."
"Because when it's said and done.you're worth it, Spike." Seeing his face expression, she suddenly regretted everything that she had said to him. She had no idea what he was thinking. "Nevermind," she mumbled.
"You would do that? You'd stay and make new memories with me?"
"If you wanted."
"Your parents?"
"Could care less about me. I'd still have school."
"You'd be mine," he told her. "You would belong to me."
"I know. Do you want me?" she asked cautiously.
"I love you," he whispered. "It's the reason my demon wanted to possess you. Because the man in me knows I could never have you."
"What if I allow you to have me? What if I let you keep me?"
"I want you for mine. I would want to claim you."
"Ok," she whispered. "You'll never leave me?"
"Never," he told her.
She nodded and positioned herself to where her body was straddling his hips. She opened the blanket and wrapped her arms around him, wrapping him up in the blanket with her.
"What are you doing, pet?"
"Holding you," she whispered and looked up at him. "Our first memory. I thought then that we could move onto kissing.and other stuff," she said as she started to blush.
Pressing his lips to hers, he decided to start their second memory.
THE END