Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: rated R overall
Summary: It's a ficlet.just read
Distribution: redssoulmates, poetry-in-motion
Feedback: Please
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: Through season 7 of BTVS
Notes: Angel never gained the law firm. He still has his hotel. Cordelia, Wes, Fred, and Gunn work with him. There is no Connor. Spike came back through the amulet, which no one knows where it came from. He was NEVER a ghost!!, character's thoughts ''
Warnings: language, sexual situations, character death, blood, violence
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Spike looked down at her fragile body in his arms and knew.
Angel could see the love Spike had for Willow. And he knew if his grand-childe had to live his unlife without her, he would meet sunrise. "If you love her, do it William. Make her into a childe."
Spike glanced up and knew the one thing Willow would want out of this. "Give her her soul."
Angel nodded once to him. "WESLEY!"
"I'm on it," he told Angel.
Spike kept his embrace he had on Willow, leaning in slightly towards her neck. He bit into her skin slowly, tasting her blood for the first time on his tongue. He knew she had lost a lot of blood already and he couldn't take much. Spike bit down deep, claiming her for his. He only drank for a moment before pulling away.
He sliced open his wrist with one of his fangs, pressing the bloodied skin to her lips. When she refused to drink, he lightly rubbed her throat and whispered soothing words into her ear. Within moments her lips had started to nuzzle against his wrist. He closed his eyes as she started to drink.
When Spike felt himself getting a bit lightheaded, he pulled his wrist away, missing the contact.
"Take her and go rest, William. I'll see you both when you come downstairs. You will not be disturbed."
Spike bowed his head once to his grand-sire. "Thank you Angelus," he whispered. Standing up, he carried his new childe to their room, hoping she wouldn't hate him when she woke up. Climbing into bed, he held her close. "I love you, Willow," he whispered before falling in a deep sleep.
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Late the next day, Spike felt Willow stir next to him.
Willow opened her eyes. "Hey you."
"Hi, luv." And then a thought occurred to him. 'Does she know yet?'
"I love waking up in your arms."
"You ok?"
She frowned for a moment. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? Are you still concerned about Angel?"
"Peaches is the last of my concerns at the moment, pet. Do you.remember the fight we were in last night?"
"I remember we were surrounded. And I remember.I remember the knife." Suddenly her body stilled. That's when she noticed it. All of her senses were magnified. Slowly she turned her head to him. "What did you do to me?"
He reached out to touch her face.
"Don't touch me. Tell me what you did."
A lone red tear fell down his face. "You were dying. The wounds were severe. We gave you your soul, Red."
"You turned me," she whispered.
"You were dying and I love you so much. Please let me hold you."
Willow moved back into his arms, trying to process everything she had just heard. "Spike?"
"Yeah, baby."
"Do you.do you still love me now that I'm a demon?"
"Turn around and face me."
"Spike."
"Do it," he growled. She turned around and he pulled her close, letting her straddle his legs. "You were beautiful as a human and even more so as a vampire. You are my childe and my mate. I love you. Do you love me, pet?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He leaned his head to one side, exposing his neck for her. "Drink."
Willow shook her head no.
"Drink, childe. Willow, I want you to."
Thinking of Spike and what he was offering, she morphed, sinking her fangs slowly into his neck. She drank for a few minutes before he pulled away from her. Morphing, he bit into her neck, renewing his claim, tasting her essence. As he pulled away, she pressed her body against his, wanting to play.
Spike flipped them over, having her body under his. "No playing. Not yet." He grazed the side of her face with is fingers. "I almost lost you."
"But you didn't."
Spike leaned down pressing his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, trying to push all of his emotions into that one kiss.
She watched as he pulled away. "Do me one thing, Spike."
"What is it, luv."
"Don't share me."
"What?"
"I've read the Watcher's diaries. I know that you and Angel or Angelus used to share women. Don't do that to me. I only want to be yours."
A grin broke out over his face. "For eternity, luv. For eternity." He leaned down to her ear. "Only mine," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.
THE END