Parts: 31 - 33
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~Part: 31~
Spike climbed into his car, looking at her house one last time. He didn't want to find the current Master. He wanted to be with Willow. He wanted to be holding her, touching her. He could still feel her skin against his. Spike could still feel her. The way she tasted, the power she held. Starting the car, he made his way down the road. Spike knew exactly where he was going. The plan was to get there, kill the Master and get the hell back to his mate.
Thirty minutes later, he had pulled up to the lair. He wasn't expecting this to be difficult. From what he heard, the Master had barely reached fifty. Fifty! Most of the vampires around here never reached past the fledgling state so fifty was an accomplishment on the Hellmouth. He climbed out of his car and lit a cigarette. Looking around, he glanced around for any kind of security, but he couldn't find any. "What kind of bloody lair is this?"
Spike walked easily into the lair. There was no one to stop him. No one to question him. <Can't believe this ponce lasted past the fledgling stage.> Letting his eyes roam, they landed upon a door. He could hear movement on the other side. Spike dropped his cigarette to the floor, stomping it out and then advanced towards the door.
Pushing it open, he stepped inside. He glanced around, seeing roughly fifty minions. His movements were not unnoticed by two vampires in the back. Within moments they were both dust. Smirking to himself, he knew this was gonna be easier than he thought. Spike sauntered through the room as the other minions stepped aside and let him through. They could smell the power and age of the older vampire.
The Master stood up when he saw his faithful minions making way for another vampire. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Name's Spike, mate."
"Spike? I heard about you. You have some sort of chip that keeps you from feeding. You help the Slayer."
"Not anymore, mate," he growled.
"You don't concern me." The Master looked over Spike's shoulder at one his minions. "Shawn, take care of him. Kill him."
Spike felt a hand on his shoulder and grabbed it, bending it backwards until he heard bones break. "Not very nice, now is it?" He let go of the younger vampire's wrist and placed his hands on his neck. Spike twisted it, watching the vampire turn to dust. "Just don't make welcomes like they used to."
"What do you want from me?" the Master asked Spike.
"I've come to take my title back."
"Your title?"
"As Master of Sunnydale, which means I'll be killing you."
"If you think I'm just gonna let you snap my neck, you've underestimated me," he told Spike.
"Wasn't planning on dusting you.yet. Thought we could have some fun first." Spike pulled out a railroad spike to emphasize his point. "Pretty lil' thing, ain't it? Especially when it's covered in blood."
"That won't kill me."
"No, I guess it won't. But it sure will be a lot of fun seeing how many ways I can make you scream," Spike said, a deadly tone in his voice.
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Hours later Spike looked down at the Master who was now sprawled on the floor. He had several broken bones, blood covering his body. He had screamed for hours. Delicious screams, but Spike was a bit disappointed. The Master wasn't a challenge for him. There were only so many ways you could torture someone with a railroad spike and Spike had used them all. "This was fun and all, at first, but now you're just boring." Pulling a stake out of his duster pocket, he staked the vampire watching the dust settle to the floor.
Satisfied, Spike addressed the group of minions that had watched the scene in front of them. "If you choose to leave, I suggest you do it now. Insolence will turn you to dust and I will not tolerate you!" He watched as all minions except for ten of them quickly fled. Spike pursed his lips together. "Well, that wasn't any fun. I didn't even get to dust any of them." Walking to what looked like the strongest minion, he looked down on him. "Maybe I'll dust you instead."
A wave of fear instantly went through the minion. "I'm at your service, Master. Anything you wish."
"And if I wished that you dusted the rest of them, would you do it?"
"If it's what you wished."
"Loyal, are you?"
"You have to have some loyal minions."
Spike smirked at his comment. He liked him. "What's your name?"
"Patrick, Master."
Spike looked to the rest of the minions that had stayed. "Think you have what it takes to serve your new Master?"
~Part: 32~
Two weeks had passed since Spike left Willow behind. He missed her. He needed his mate. Walking though the lair, he smirked at how things had turned out. Two weeks ago the chip had been removed and he was now feeding again. He had claimed Willow as his mate. And after dusting the current Master, he took his place as Master of Sunnydale. He had only kept a handful of minions, while turning others. He now had his lair and his minions but he needed Willow.
"Patrick!" he called.
The minion quickly made his way to Spike. "Master."
"Be ready to go hunting at sundown. I need to retrieve something."
"Yes, Master."
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As the sun set, Spike and Patrick made their way into the cool night air.
After twenty minutes of walking, Spike was getting discouraged. Patrick had already fed once. Spike could sense Willow close by, he just couldn't find her.
"What are we retrieving, Master?"
Spike glanced at him. "Not what. Who." The feeling of Willow close by became even stronger. Letting his eyes roam, he found his fiery goddess.
Patrick watched his Master's eyes with curiosity. Seeing them land on a figure, he turned his head. "A human," he stated.
"My mate. She belongs to me." As Spike made his way to Willow, he noticed her appearance. She had on a pair of jeans with a v-neck top, proudly showing his mark. His necklace resting against her pale skin. On the other hand, it seems as if she hadn't sensed him yet. Her shoulders were slumped and she was looking down at the ground. She looked defeated. He frowned at that notion. Spike stopped in front of her, waiting for her to look up.
Willow drifted through the cemetery. She wondered if Spike would ever come back to her. It had already been two weeks. Two weeks of hell.
Before she knew it, a figure had stepped out in the middle of her path. Willow froze and slowly looked up, her eyes wide with surprise.
Spike watched her face expressions as she realized it was him. "Red," he stated coldly. He didn't want to be harsh with her but knew he had to be with Patrick there. The only thing he really wanted to do was pull her into his arms and hold her.
Willow watched Spike for a moment and then glanced at the other vampire. Using her instincts, she took a step back. "Spike," she said softly.
Both vampires could smell the fear surrounding her. "Master," Spike told her.
Willow scrunched up her face in confusion. "Huh?"
He took a step towards her. "You WILL call me Master or I WILL punish you."
Willow looked into his eyes, seeing them flash dangerously golden.
"Red," Spike warned.
"Master," she stated softly.
He reached out, letting his fingers brush against his claim along her neck. "Mine."
Willow's head was a jumble of emotions but she knew one thing. Spike was Master now and she was in the presence of another vampire. She needed to show submission towards Spike. <Why couldn't that have been in one of the many books I've read over the years dealing with vampires?> Willow leaned her head to the side, revealing her neck. "Yours," she told him.
In his eyes, it was a perfect moment. Letting his demon out to play for a bit, his eyes blazed golden. Spike drifted his fingers through her hair and pulled her forcefully to him still grasping her hair. He grinned as he heard a cry of pain. Spike caught her lips in a bruising, claiming kiss but was quickly disappointed. She wasn't reciprocating it. Spike pulled back a bit frowning at her. "Not happy to see me, luv? Doesn't matter. That'll change." He knew he was being cold towards her. He didn't want to be. At that very moment he seriously considered staking Patrick to be alone with his Witch. Spike watched her carefully. <Did she changed her mind? Does she not want to be with me anymore? And what the bloody hell happened while I was gone?>
Leaning back to her lips, he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss, pleased when she returned it. Pulling away, he possessively placed his arm around her hips. "Red meet Patrick. Patrick this is Red. She's my Mate. Lay a hand on her and I dust you. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good." Spike faced Willow. "Let's go home." The three of them started walking back to the lair.
~Part: 33~
As Spike, Willow and Patrick entered the lair; Spike could feel the minions scrambling away to hide in the shadows. He kept his arm possessively around Willow's waist, silently daring anyone to cross him.
Patrick glanced over at Spike. "Did you wish to call a meeting, Master?"
Spike knew that he should. He should be warning everyone to stay away from her. The only thing he wanted to do though was to be alone with his mate. "Not tonight. I'll hold one tomorrow. I wish to not be disturbed for the rest of the night."
Patrick nodded his head acknowledging he heard this. "Yes, Master."
Watching Patrick walk off, he turned to Willow. "Let's go, luv," he said softly.
Willow didn't know what to do. She was surrounded by vampires, but at the same time she was under Spike's protection. 'Should I say something? Do something?' Instead she looked down at the floor.
Spike lifted her chin with his fingers. He waited until her eyes met his. "Don't look down. You're my mate, not my pet." Seeing her nod her head yes, he led her to his bedroom.
Making their way into his room, he shut the door behind them. Willow jumped slightly, hearing the door shut. She turned around and faced Spike.
Spike wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. He nuzzled her neck while breathing in her scent. "Missed you," he mumbled. "Missed you so much." When he noticed she stilled under his touch, he pulled away. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she said and turned away from him.
"Nothing?" he spat out. "Your body froze under my touch and it's nothing?"
"I'm just.tired."
"Tired. Right then. Well, listen up and listen good. I don't like repeating myself. In front of others you will address me as Master. You will stay at my side at all times when we leave this room. And when you sleep in our bed, I expect to feel your body against mine. No clothes. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," she replied softly.
"Good. Go on then." Spike walked to the door when he suddenly stopped and turned towards her. He watched as she slid out of her clothes and climbed into the bed, facing away from him.
Making a decision, he shed his clothes and climbed in after her. "I know you're not asleep."
"Told you I was tired."
Spike leaned down and kissed her neck once. "Or is it something else?"
He heard nothing but silence. "I've missed you, pet." He ran his hand along the side of her body. "Want you," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
She wanted to melt into his body, into his words, but she wouldn't let herself. Not yet. In return she kept silent.
His demon was outraged at her defiance towards him. "You're mine," he growled. "Mine to do with as I please. If I want you, I'll have you. Don't need your active participation for that." Spike started at her shoulder, kissing his up to her neck. He grinned slightly when she rolled her neck to give him more access. 'Chit probably has no idea she even did it.' "You ready to say something to me yet?" Hearing silence, he took that as his cue to proceed.
He ran his hand over his cock several times. He was already hard, turned on for his mate. After he moved as close to her body as possible, he lifted her leg slightly; guiding his cock to her entrance. As he entered her, he could hear her gasp. For pleasure or for pain, he wasn't sure. Spike closed his eyes for a brief second, getting lost in his mate. He let his hands explore her body as he started to slowly move within her. Her skin felt like heaven, a warmth he thought he would never know. As he moved slowly within her, he started kissing an imaginary line along her back but she was still unresponsive. 'Maybe she just doesn't want me anymore.' The thought depressed him. He allowed his hands to continue their search along her body until he found her hands. Spike interlocked their fingers together as he sped up slightly.
Willow couldn't push him away any further. She didn't want to. When she felt her fingers interlock with his, she squeezed them softly but enough for a response.
Feeling the response from his goddess, he slowed down. He brought their hands to her hips, to keep her body steady. "Say something for me, luv. Anything," he pleaded.
She pushed back to him, sending him further inside of her. "Need you," she whispered.
"That's it," he said softly. "Tell me how much you need me. I need to hear it."
Willow felt as he started thrusting into her harder. "Always," she cried out. "Always need you. I'm yours Spike."
And with that final statement he felt complete. Letting go of her hands, he drifted his hand down to her clit, letting his fingers brush the tip of it. He felt her whole body respond to it. He felt his need build up inside himself. He needed to taste her, to claim her again. "You're where you belong," he whispered as he fucked her harder and faster.
He could feel her body starting to tighten up. He could hear her saying his name as if it was a mantra, over and over. He knew they wouldn't last for long. Hearing her scream his name and tighten around him, he morphed biting into her neck as he growled her name in release.
He drank for a few moments before he pulled away from her neck, lapping at the wound. Pulling out of her, he stood up. He wanted to hold her, to comfort her but he wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be here. She had ignored him when he had first brought her here. Turned away from him. Frozen under his touch. Did she even want him anymore? He slid on a pair of jeans and lit a fag. "Thanks for the shag, luv." He pointed to a door across the room. "Shower is through that door. I'm going hunting." He saw her staring at him as she climbed out of the bed on shaky legs. "Go on. Shower will do you some good."
"I thought."
"You thought what? That I would stay in bed with you? Hold you? Why would I do that? Just a shag."
He watched as she climbed out of the bed defeated with tears in her eyes and made her way into the bathroom.
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