Rating: rating will vary from PG13 to NC17
Summary: sequel to Torture
Distribution: www.redssoulmates.com
Feedback: No feedback..no fic. Lots of feedback..I write more. I thrive on it.
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: no real spoilers
Notes: Spike has the chip. He was never in love with Buffy.
Dedication: For Knightie
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~Part: 1~
Spike and Willow stood on opposite sides of the bed staring at each other. Willow had been sleeping in a pair of boxer shorts and a tshirt while Spike had opted to sleep in only his jeans. Willow let her eyes travel from his face down his chest. She felt the same fluttering motion in her stomach that she always felt when she looked at him. <Concentrate. You just dreamed about taking lessons of torture from Spike!> She forced her eyes to look into his. "That dream. What was that?"
Spike watched her body as her eyes traveled down his body. He wanted nothing more than to claim and ravish her. "How the bloody hell should I know?"
Willow wanted to know what was going on. "It was about torture, Spike. TORTURE! You're a vampire. Isn't that one of your specialties?"
"You apparently dreamed it too, luv. Any other dark secrets you're willing to share?" He couldn't help but to smirk.
A wave of rage waved through her body. "You think this is funny! Sorry if I'm not finding the humor," she told him dryly. The rage was replaced with confusion. She let out a sigh. "I just want to know why we shared a dream."
"Don't know, Red." He pursed his lips together before he spoke again. "So...you're into torture?!"
"Spike," she screeched. "You're not helping." Her body seemed to relax when they started their innocent banter. "HEY! What were you doing in my bed?"
"It's not like I haven't slept in your bed before!" he lashed out at her. "Not like how I wanted to anyway," he mumbled.<If you let me, I'll ravish you in your bed.>
"Spike," she growled.
"Bloody hell," he mumbled. "I came in after patrol. It was close to sunrise. I pretty much collapsed and climbed in your bed out of pure exhaustion."
"And...um....the rest of your clothes?"
Spike smirked. "I pulled my boots and shirt off before I climbed in your bed." Spike watched Willow as she stared into his eyes. "What is it, luv?"
"You kissed me in the dream," she whispered quietly.
Spike started to stalk towards Willow. "And you kissed me back," he told her huskily. He made his way around the bed and continued towards her.
Willow started walking backwards, trying to ignore his gaze. "Spike...I...uh..." At that moment her back hit the wall and Spike was in front of her.
"You kissed me back." Spike took a step towards her so that their bodies were almost touching. He reached up and grazed the side of her face with his hand. "Ya know, luv. Dreams can come true."
Willow's eyes widened at his statement. "I don't WANT to torture anyone!"
Spike smiled at her innocence. He leaned in close and put his arm around her waist. He then took one last step towards her, leaving no room between them. He could hear her heart beat faster as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Not that part of the dream, luv. The part about me and you." He leaned down and gently kissed her neck. "About the kiss we shared in the dream, pet. Aren't you curious?"
"Curious?" she squeaked out. "No. No curiosity here. Nope. Not at all." Willow was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "You're a vampire," she said softly.
His demon growled at the girl in front of him. "So, I'm not good enough for you?" He was hurt more than anything else.
She quickly shook her head no. "Spike, that's not what I meant. If-If I kiss you and then it leads to other stuff and then later on..." Willow took a deep breath. "I'm afraid you'll leave me cause why would you stay? I'm human."
As Willow rambled, he became more concerned. <She doesn't think I want her.> "Red, about the vampire part. That just gives me more stamina." He drifted his fingers through her hair as he saw her blush. "As for you, I'm drawn to you. Your fire. I know that you're the one. The one I was always supposed to find. I can feel you through my blood, my body." Spike took a step backwards. "If you want me to leave, I will." <Please say no, Red.>
Willow reached for Spike and hooked her fingers into the belt loops of his jeans. She pulled his body to hers and looked into his eyes. "What if I want you to stay?"
~Part: 2~
With that one comment, he felt his dead heart soar. He brought his hands up and cupped her face. Spike gently placed his lips upon her, silently asking for entrance with his tongue. After she allowed him entrance, he deepened the kiss and pressed his body into hers.
Willow leaned back from the kiss, panting slightly for breath. She felt his fingers drift through her hair. As Spike leaned down and gently kissed her neck, Willow felt shivers through her body. "Spike..." She hesitated for a moment. "Never leave me?"
Spike stopped kissing her neck and looked into her eyes. He saw that she was trying to avoid his gaze. "Red, look at me." He watched as her eyes gazed into his. "I will never LEAVE you. Never. You're meant to be mine."
Willow blushed and turned her head away. "Are you meant to be mine?" she asked quietly.
He took her chin in his hand and guided her face back to his. "Always." Spike watched her smile at his words. A smile he knew was only for him.
Willow started to slide her hands over his chest. "Spike?"
He was enjoying the feeling of the warmth of her skin against his. "Yeah, luv."
She started biting her bottom lip. "I want you," she whispered. "I want..I want..."
"Tell me what you want luv," he whispered.
Her face suddenly became flushed. "I want you to touch me," she whispered quietly. If it wasn't for his vampire hearing, he would have never heard her.
"If I start touching you, I'm not stopping."
"I know."
He slowly drifted his hands under her shirt, gliding then along her skin. He kissed her neck once while he let his thumbs drift over her nipples, feeling them harden at his touch. When he heard her gasp, he lifted the shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor. Spike met Willow in a passionate kiss, pressing her body into the wall. He trailed tender kisses from her mouth, down her neck trailing to her breasts. When he reached her nipple, he took it in his mouth sucking gently. He could smell her arousal. The scent surrounded the both of them.
"Spike," she whimpered. She knew she was more than ready. He was driving her crazy.
"Patience, luv." Suddenly he stood up straight and picked her up in his arms. Spike carried her to the bed and placed her in the middle of it. He climbed up her body, kissing where the waist band of her shorts met her skin. He smiled to himself as he saw her squirming on the bed. He pulled her shorts and panties down off her body as he continued to kiss her. He kissed around her curls, not wanting to give her that pleasure yet. Spike continued trailing soft kisses down her legs until he pulled her clothing off. He slipped out of his own jeans and dropped all of the clothes to the floor.
As he made his way back up her body, he watched as she stared at his body. He could hear her heart and smell her arousal as he moved closer to her body. Spike started to kiss up her leg using the same path as before. This time, though, he spread her legs slowly apart as he made his way up. He drifted his tongue along her slit, listening to her moan and whimper. As he watched her grip the sheets with her hands, he began to suck gently. He heard her panting for breath and became more aggressive with his mouth; tasting her. What was once gentle, became more about need. He knew she was close but he wasn't done playing yet. He left from in between her legs and climbed up the side of her body.
"Spike?" she asked him in confusion to why he stopped.
"Shh pet. We're not even close to finished yet." He leaned over her, giving her a rough kiss. Letting her know that he needed her as much as she needed him. As the kiss dwindled down, he slid two fingers inside her. As she gasped, he pulled back from the kiss; letting her catch her breath. He continued to slide the fingers slowly inside of her and then almost out. Her whimpers became more needy. He sped up his motions when he felt her rocking back and forth against his hand.
Willow couldn't stand it anymore. She felt like she was on fire. She had to touch him. She leaned slightly towards him as he worked magic with his fingers. Literally, magic. She reached for him, grasping her hand around his cock. She slid her hand over his shaft, slow at first. Tormenting him like he had tormented her. She could hear a mix of low growls and a purring sound coming from his throat. As he moved his hand faster, she did the same. Willow loved the way he felt against her. Willow knew she was close. She had tried to hold back but knew she couldn't last much longer. "Spike," she breathed. "Inside me," she pleaded.
He knew he was close. When she touched him, it was like electricity. Magic. When he heard her plea, he couldn't help but to oblige. He withdrew his fingers as she let go of him, waiting a moment for himself to regain some kind of composure. He leaned over her and placed her legs on each side of his body. Slowly he entered her, hearing her cry of pain and pleasure. He waited for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. As she placed her arms around her neck, he began to move slowly within her, going deeper with each thrust. When Spike felt her nails scratching down his back, he let out a low growl. He quickened his pace and started to pant with her. As he thrusted her into the mattress, she pushed up against him; taking him fully inside of her. He could feel his demon climbing to the surface. "Scream for me, baby. Let go." As he said the words, he felt her starting to tremble around him. He slipped into his demon visage and leaned into her neck.
Willow widened her legs a little more and then heard his words. 'Scream for me, baby. Let go.' She dropped her shields and the strength that she had been using to hold back. As she felt her orgasm hit, she screamed his name. Willow felt his demon slide forward, the ridges against her skin. She leaned her neck more to the side, giving him better access. "Do it," she whispered between breaths. "I'm yours." She felt the fangs sink into her throat.
Spike knew he was on the edge. When she leaned her neck over and told him to do it, he needed no other invitation. He screamed her name as he came inside her. Spike then bit into her neck. As her blood hit his tongue, he knew he wanted more. He felt her reach her second orgasm from him biting her and felt her holding his head to her neck. As she came around him again, he bit down deeper; staking a claim. As he leaned back from her neck, he thrusted in her a few more times, letting them both ride out their orgasms.
Spike slid out of her and pulled her body against his. He went back to his human features but his tongue continued to lap up the stray drops of blood from her neck. He felt her arm go around his waist as he held tightly onto her. "Mine," he growled.
She lifted her head up to meet his flashing golden eyes. "Yours," she whispered. Out of exhaustion, they let sleep take over them both.
~Part: 3~
Willow and Spike were walking through one of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale when they heard a familiar voice. They both turned around quickly.
"Hello, my dear boy."
Spike took a step forward as Willow took a step back. "Dru?"
"Yes, my William. It's me. I've come for you."
He grazed the side of her face with his fingers. "Is this real?"
"Of course my sweet. Your princess is back."
"I missed you so much, Dru."
She leaned forward and nipped his neck with blunt teeth. She then walked over to Willow. "You didn't really think you were important to him, did you? I am his princess. His Sire. His love. For a century we have been together. We are blood and you are nothing. He will always love me."
Spike walked over to Dru and put his arms around her waist, pulling her body to his. He nuzzled her neck and then looked at Willow. "Dru's right. She's my Sire and the love of my unlife. You didn't really think you could measure up to her, did you? Red, you were a passing fancy. Not even worth my time really." Spike could see the unshed tears in her eyes. "Are you gonna cry? Cause that would be a bonus."
Dru turned her head to meet his gaze. "Let's leave, William. I don't like this town anymore."
"Anything for you, my princess."
Willow watched as Spike and Drusilla walked away into the night.
Spike opened his eyes quickly. <What the bloody hell was that?> He quickly looked over to his side when he smelled the tears. Willow was turned away from him. He knew what happened. "We shared another dream, didn't we?"
"Yeah," she quietly whispered.
"Turn around and look at me." He waited but she didn't move. He ran his fingers over his claim mark. "Whatever is going on, it's happening to us. Please face me, pet."
Willow wiped away her tears. "I-I can't. I can't face the truth in your eyes."
The demon in him flared. Roughly, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him; turning her body in the process to face him. "The truth?" he growled. The demon suddenly calmed with his mate beside him. He frowned when he saw what was left of the tears on her cheeks. "It was your dream, wasn't it luv? Why? Why would you dream that?" Spike looked into his eyes and secretly he knew. "That's what you're afraid of." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah," she whispered.
"Red..."
"You were with her for a century. Your Sire. You loved her so much."
Spike put his hand over her mouth gently to silence her. "You said the key word. Loved. Dru didn't want me, remember? I was always bloody second in her unlife. In a way she was never really mine. She belongs to Angelus." He removed his hand. "None of that matters anymore though." He tightened his grip o her body as he nuzzled into his claim mark. When he felt her body relax, he looked into her eyes. "My heart belongs to another now. It belongs to you."
"But if she comes back..."
"We'll deal, luv. Me and you. Now try and get some sleep. In a few hours, it'll be dark and we can go out." He then smirked at her. "Or we could always stay in. I'm sure we could find something to do."
As he saw her opening her mouth to speak, he pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her hard, battling for dominance. As he dominated the kiss, he could feel Willow pushing her body against his. Spike deepened the kiss, putting all of his emotions into it. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes. "No one is gonna keep us apart. Not my Sire. Not the Slayer. No one. I won't let them."
The last thing he saw before they both drifted to sleep was Willow's smile.
~Part: 4~
Spike could hear movements and voices coming from the other room. He couldn't place the voices but a sense of familiarity rushed through him. He walked up to the door quietly and opened it slowly. The scene before him forced his demon visage forward. As he stared, his eyes blazed golden while a growl erupted from his throat. His Red and his grandsire. He watched Angelus pound into his Red. His mate! He watched as he fucked her hard. No passion. No love. It was pure animalistic. He listened as she screamed out 'harder', widening her legs to give him better access. He watched as she met each thrust he was giving her. She raised up with her body as he pushed down with his. The need of contact between them was intense. Lastly, he listened as she screamed out Angel's name and violently orgasmed around his body.
Still buried inside Willow, Angel turned his head and saw his grandchilde. He gave Spike an evil grin. "Learn a few things, boy?"
Spike woke up already in demon visage. He jumped up quickly and snarled. He slid on a pair of jeans and turned around. Spike saw Willow sitting at the end of the bed. "You're mine," he snarled. He rushed to her body and grabbed her by the back of the neck. "MINE!" He could hear her whimpering and dropped her. "What the hell is going on?"
Willow knew her voice was shaky. "I-it-wa-was your dream. It sure as hell wasn't mine," she growled back at him.
Spike let his human features forward as he started to pace. "Is that what you want?" he asked showing no emotion.
"What?" Willow asked confused.
"My. Grandsire."
Willow was so stunned with everything that had just happened that she couldn't even form a sentence.
Spike took that as her answer. He couldn't believe it. "So it's like that, is it?" He strode over to the other side of the room and pulled on a shirt. He put on his boots and duster and then turned to Willow. "You want Angel, you can bloody well have him." Spike stormed out of the house, leaving Willow behind, never noticing her falling tears.
~Part: 5~
As Willow heard the door shut, she picked up the blanket at the end of the bed. She wrapped herself in it, trying to gain a sense of comfort. Then crawled to the head of the bed, leaning against the pillows. Willow sat in silence and let the tears flow freely.
Three hours later, Spike was still walking through the streets of Sunnydale. Demon activity was slow, which left him to his thoughts. <She's my witch. MINE! She belongs to me. With me.> Spike took a deep breath. <And what did I do? I left. The one thing I told her I'd never do. And it wasn't even her dream. It was mine.> He looked up and found himself standing in front of her house. He entered the house quietly, still lost in thought. <I need to explain to her about the bite.> He started up the stairs and placed his hand on the doorknob. As he opened the door, her scent surrounded him. He then knew that she was his fire.
He walked in the room, shrugging out of his duster and kicking off his boots. Spike could feel her eyes watching him. Spike sat down on the bed facing her. He looked into her eyes. "Tell me you don't want Angel," he said half pleading. "Tell me you don't fancy him. Cause I can't be second choice with you. I won't be."
Hurt flashed i her eyes. "Why would I give a damn about Angel when I'm in love with you!" Realizing what she just said, her eyes became wide and she turned away.
Spike was floored at her confession. "You love me?" he whispered. He watched as she refused to meet his gaze. He reached his hand to her face, gently moving her chin to meet his face. When her eyes met his, he asked again. "You love me?"
Willow nodded her head gently. "Yes," she whispered.
He brought her body to his, crushing his lips to hers, tasting her. When he pulled away, he leaned over to her ear. "I love you too," he whispered. When he pulled away from her body, he knew they needed to talk about the dream. "Luv, the dream it..."
"It scared you," she interrupted. "It's what you're afraid of," she told him.
"I'm the big bad, pet. Nothing scares me. Vampire, remember?"
Willow was angry at first at how easily he dismissed the dream. But she knew anger wouldn't get her anywhere with him. She tried a different approach. "Is that so?" She started to move off the bed until she felt grab her wrist.
"Where do you think you're going, Red?"
"If you want to dismiss the dream and not admit that you're scared of it, then you don't mind if I was to leave and go see Angel." She didn't have to wait long for his response.
Spike growled and pulled her body to his harshly until she straddled him on the bed. "You're mine! Only mine," he growled as his eyes flashed golden.
"And the dream," she prompted.
Spike glared at her for a moment before answering. "I'm afraid of losing you to that wanker! Happy?"
She knew that words weren't enough to confirm that she was his. Willow let go of the blanket from around her body and let it drop to the floor. She then leaned her head to the side while straddling him, exposing her neck. "Spike," she whispered.
He looked at her neck and then in her eyes. "Pet, we should talk. About the bite."
"No talking. I'm offering myself to you. My blood." When she felt him still hesitate, she leaned over to his ear. "I'm yours," she whispered.
His demon saw those two words as an invitation and needed no further incentive. The demon slipped forward. As his fangs entered her neck, he held her body close to his. Spike began to suck her neck gently, only taking a little. He felt her hands on the back of his head and listened to her moaning in pleasure, before pulling away. His human features returned as he licked the stray drops of blood. <I just claimed her, again. I made the bite even deeper that before. I made the claim stronger.> He couldn't help but to nuzzle her neck.
Willow started to feel tingles all throughout her body from the vampire nuzzling her neck, not to mention the arousal she felt from the bite. She pulled back a little and heard a soft whimper coming from Spike. Without any words, she pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him down on the bed. Willow then leaned over and started planting kisses along his non-existent pulse point on his neck, listening to him purr. As she climbed down his body, she left a trail of kisses. Her hot lips meeting his cold skin. As she reached his jeans, she unzipped them slowly, hearing a warning growl coming from his throat. Willow started to slide his jeans down, smiling as he lifted his hips to help. She pulled his jeans off, letting them drop to the floor and started towards his body. Willow leaned her head down, letting her tongue brush against the tip of his cock. As she heard him moan, she slid her mouth over his cock; enjoying the taste of him. When he intertwined his fingers in her hair, she started to suck gently. Slowly moving her mouth up and down over him. When she heard him growl again, she lifted her mouth off of him and leaned into his neck. Willow nipped at his neck, causing a red drop of blood to appear. She licked eagerly, tasting the coppery fluid. "Slide up to the middle of the bed Spike," she whispered.
He growled at her but compiled with her request or should we say demand.
Willow ached for his touch. For his hands to be upon her but she wanted to be in control. When he moved to the center of the bed, she stalked over to him. Willow swung her leg over his body, resting above his. "What do you want baby?" she whispered seductively.
"Red," he pleaded. "I need you."
With those words she slid down on his cock, hearing them both gasp in pleasure. She stayed that way for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. After a second she started moving against him, gaining any friction that she possibly could. Slowly she moved up and down on his cock. She rose up slowly, only to sink down on top of him again. She wanted to take it slow, but her body was screaming for her to ravish him. As she heard him growling, she went a little faster. Willow felt his hands trailing up her legs.
The witch was driving him crazy. He gave her a small growl, letting her know how much he needed her. How much he craved her. As she started to go faster, he slid his hands up her legs to her ass. He knew she wanted to be in control but he couldn't help it. He brought his hand to her ass with a 'smack' that echoed the room.
Willow felt him spank her and slammed down on him causing him to gasp. She felt sensations throughout her whole body. She continued riding him but it became about need. As she slammed down on him again and again, he leaned his hips up; meeting her every movement. "Spike," she moaned in pure pleasure. "Never..stop," she whispered in between breaths.
"Never," he promised. "Scream for me baby," he pleaded. As he felt her starting to tremble around him, he spanked her again; harder than before.
Willow felt the tightness in her lower stomach and knew she was on edge. As she started to tremble around Spike, he spanked her ass hard; sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as she started to shake.
As he heard his name fall from her mouth, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He placed his hands on her hips, moving her body up and down his cock. Letting her ride out her orgasm. Feeling her shaking and tightening around him, he came in her; growling her name. He pulled her body down to his and bit into her breast, tasting her blood for the second time that evening. As he continued to suck the wound, he felt her reach her second orgasm. Spike moved slowly within her, letting them both ride out their orgasms before letting go of her and collapsing back onto the bed. Seconds later, Willow collapsed on his chest.
They both layed there for a moment, listening to their ragged breathing. Spike could smell their combined scents in the room, it was intoxicating. His eyes looked down at Willow who was looking back at him. He moved a lock of hair out of her eyes, noticing the sweat that framed her face at the moment. Their eyes met and suddenly words weren't needed.
~Part: 6~
Willow woke up the next afternoon, smiling as she noticed Spike's body next to hers. She looked over at the clock, noticing it was already 3:00 pm. She climbed out of the bed quietly and made her way to the doorway. As she looked back at his body, everything washed through her mind. The dreams. Spike leaving, but coming back. Admitting their feelings for each other. Willow's hand drifted up to the bite on her neck. She grazed her fingers along the bite and grinned to herself. She felt content.
She left the room, taking a quick shower and changed her clothes. Willow wrote Spike a letter and placed it on the bed beside his body. She grabbed her bag and computer, locking the door behind her. She had slept dream free last night but still wanted to know what was going on.
Spike woke up later on, sensing sundown. He reached out to pull his mate to him, finding the bed empty. He sat up quickly and didn't sense any heartbeats within the house. Suddenly a piece of paper caught his eye. He picked up the letter and read.
Spike,
I had to figure something
out. I went to the Magic
Box. I left you an extra key,
it's on top of the tv.
Love,
Willow
Spike jumped out of bed and slid on a pair of jeans. He started to pace back and forth across the room. "Figure out? Figure out? What the bloody hell does she have to figure out?" Spike stopped pacing and saw the sun setting. "MINE!" he growled. He threw on his boots and picked up his duster, grabbing the extra key on his way out. He rushed out the door to the Magic Box. Moments later, in record time, he opened the door to the Magic Box. He looked around seeing the moron with demon girl. He then saw the Watcher but not his Red. "Where is she, watcher?"
"Who?" Giles asked confused.
"The witch. Red. Where is she?"
Giles took off his glasses and started to clean them. "She said she wanted to look up something for her own personal insight. I suppose she's in the back."
Spike left the Watcher before he could say anything else. He walked slowly into the back room where Willow was. He looked into the doorway at her expression. It was a mix of hope, confusion and something else he couldn't place. He noticed she was surrounded by books. He stepped into the room. "Red?"
"Spike! Um..hi, I didn't even hear you come in."
"I woke up and you weren't there," he told her concerned. At the moment he couldn't read her face expression.
"I had to figure something out."
Spike gazed at her. "Us?" he asked with fear in his voice.
"What?"
"Are WE ok?"
"Why wouldn't we be?"
Spike knew his face held an expression of surprise. "Well after last night...well I figured you'd want to wake up with me."
Willow started to blush, thinking about last night. "I did. I did, but I wanted to know the cause of our dreams."
Relief flooded his body. "Did you find it?"
"Yeah, I think so. Spike, we need to have a talk."
Fear went through his body once again. "No good conversation starts off with those words."
"It's about the bite."
"Oh."
"Well I was reading..and...well. Do you really love me?"
Spike lifted his head to meet her gaze. He repeated the question out loud. "Do I really love you?" He walked in the room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to Willow and started to move some of the books out of his way, so he could sit next to her. "I've never loved anyone more," he told her honestly.
"Um..the bite...I was reading."
"Luv, just ask me what you want to know."
Willow started to blush again. "Well..is it...is it a sexualbiteoraclaimingbite?"
Spike started to grin. He faced her and ran is fingers along his claim on her neck. "It's a claiming bite, Red. I claimed you. Actually more than once." He took a deep breath. "To be my mate."
"Your mate?"
"Your mine."
"Well..um...a claiming bite..."
"What of it?"
"In human terms...it's like being your wife. That's what the book says."
"I know," he whispered.
"You know? YOU KNOW? Well are you sure you picked the right girl? I mean, your mate...your wife..."
"My wife," he whispered confirming it softly. "I've NEVER claimed a human, luv. Definitely never even thought about one I wanted as a mate...until I met you."
"But what if suddenly you don't want me anymore."
Spike could tell that she was becoming frantic. He could hear her heart. "That's not possible. I will always want you. I will always love you." He pulled her body to his, her back against him, nuzzling her neck; willing her to calm down. "What else did the book say?"
"It said the bond would become stronger if I tasted your blood. Um..Spike?"
"The drop you licked off my neck wasn't enough, Red. Were you reading about vampire mating or the dreams?"
"Um..both?"
"What about the dreams? Cause I don't fancy seeing those again."
"I didn't find much on the dreams. Something about ancient vampire lore. It said when the vampire is recently turned, the sire is to explain all about vampire lore."
"Yeah, some sire's do. Others skip it. What else?"
"It also said that the dreams are your greatest fear." Willow looked for the passage in the book. "Here it is. If a vampire shares a dream with a mortal, they are destined for each other. It is very rare and usually unheard of. The dreams will be the vampire and the mortal's greatest fear." Willow softly closed the book waiting for a response from Spike.
"We're destined for each other, pet. I didn't need a book to tell me that." A wave of anger went through him. "That bloody wanker should have told me about all this."
"I thought Drusilla was your Sire."
"She was but Angelus taught me everything."
"Did you learn about other vampire lore?"
"Yeah. Boring stuff."
"I wonder why he didn't tell you?"
"That's a good question, Red. Let's go find out."
"LA? Are you sure?"
"Well I'm bloody not going there without you." He saw he grin and knew her answer. As he pulled her through the Magic Box, he yelled. "Going on a vacation, Watcher. See you in a few days."
~Part: 7~
Spike and Willow had been driving in silence for thirty minutes. Spike kept watching her out of the corner of his eye, watching her squirm in her seat like a small child. She was wearing a long flowing skirt with a v-neck top, showing off her bite. She had taken off the the jacket that she was wearing previously. The one that concealed the bite mark from her friends. The top slightly showed her stomach while the skirt clung to her body. The more she squirmed around, the more he wanted to ravish her. "Pet, quit moving or I'm gonna shag you senseless in this car. What's wrong?"
She turned to look at him. "Maybe this isn't such a great idea."
"Why's that?"
"Cause I don't want you to be dust and I see him having no problem staking you!" she told him as a frown appeared across her face. "What if we get there and he doesn't want you there?"
"I'm countin on it, luv."
"What if he doesn't accept us together? What if he tries to hurt you? What if..."
"What if my dream comes true?" Spike asked softly. <How could I let that slip out!>
Willow knew he was serious, when he made the comment. She had watched as they passed by several empty deserted roads. "The next empty road you see, pull over."
"What?"
"Pull over," she growled at him.
<Did she just growl at me?> A couple minutes later, he pulled off onto the side road and pulled the car over. Spike shut off the engine, unsure of what was about to happen.
"Is that what you think, Spike?"
"Willow..."
"NO! Is..that..what..you..think?" she ground out.
"Why would I think anything else?" he harshly questioned her. He leaned back against the seat.
Willow gathered her skirt at her knees and climbed in Spike's lap, straddling him. She let the skirt fall across his legs. "Spike, look at me."
Reluctantly, he finally looked into her eyes. "How could I think anything different, luv?"
"I'm wearing your mark, Spike. Yours!" She looked away, breaking their gaze. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?" she asked softly.
Spike firmly grasped her chin with one hand, bringing her face to meet his. "It means everything to me, Red." He let his fingers graze over his mark. "Everything." He took a deep breath and looked back into her eyes. "I don't want to lose you, luv."
Willow leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his. Her tongue drifted along his lips, demanding entrance. As he parted his lips, she deepened the kiss; letting him know how much she needed him.
As he felt her deepen the kiss, he could feel her hands drifting through the ends of his hair. Spike glided his hands up her legs, under her skirt. He slid them slowly, feeling her warm skin under his touch, until he reached her silk panties. He pulled her closer to him, grounding his hips into hers. Spike broke the kiss, watching her trying to catch her breath. "Want you pet," he mumbled. He didn't remove his hands from under her skirt.
"I want you too but I want you in a bed where I can...have you for hours."
"Mmmm...what will you do with me for hours, luv?" He raised his eyebrow at her while he smirked.
"Anything I want," she said with a smirk of her own.
"I'm gonna hold you to that."
Willow's face expression suddenly became serious. "You're the only one I want. I love you. Only you."
Spike slid his hands out from under her skirt and wrapped them around her waist. "I love you too baby," he whispered.
Willow sat up a little straighter and pulled her hair to the side, revealing her neck to him. "I want you to."
He leaned forward, inhaling her scent before he left small kisses along the curve of her neck. He felt his demon visage come forward as he bit into her neck gently. Tasting her blood on his tongue, he lost himself in his mate.
Willow felt the ridges along her skin and shivered slightly. When she felt the fangs pierce her skin, she felt a warm sensation course through her body. She grasped at his arms as she felt the blood leaving her body.
He only drank for a few moments before pulling away from her neck. His human features returned as he licked the stray drops of blood away. When the blood eventually stopped, he nuzzled into her neck. <Everything about her feels so right.> When he stopped, he felt her lean against his body. Spike drifted his fingers through her hair. "Thanks, luv. I needed that."
Willow sighed contently. "Yeah, I did too."
"We should get going, Red." He felt her snuggle into his chest even more.
"We could not go?" she whispered.
"We could and believe me I'd rather be doing anything than going to see the poof. But you're curious and he may be the only person with answers."
"That's actually very reasonable and unselfish. Are you feeling alright?"
"Actually, I wanna go and then leave. That way you can get me in that bed and have your way with me for hours."
"I like that plan," she told him as she climbed off his lap and sat next to him.
Spike started up the car and pulled out onto the road. "I think I might be corrupting you."
Willow smiled at him. "Let's hope so."
They drove the rest of the way in silence. Willow had her arm around his waist as he kept his arm around her shoulders, holding her close to his body. As they pulled up to the hotel, Spike leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You're mine." He tightened his grip around her shoulders.
Willow looked up at him and grazed his face. "Always." A smile crossed her face. "So can I?"
Spike knew that the cheerleader and Red had been talking through email on almost a daily basis. "Go on and see her. I'll be in in a minute."
"Thanks." Willow gave him a kiss and then climbed out of the car.
Spike watched as she entered the hotel. His eyes flashed golden of the thought of his grandsire as he shut the car door.
As Willow talked to Cordy in the main room, Angel walked into the room. He gave her a small smile. "Willow, it's good to see you. This is unexpected."
"Hey Angel and yeah it is kinda."
Suddenly Angel noticed a familiar scent and started looking around the room. He noticed the scent was on Willow. He narrowed his eyes at her for a moment.
"What's wrong, Angel? Are you ok?"
At that moment Spike stepped into the main room. Angel's eyes locked with his. Cordelia had already know that the two were interested in each other so she made no effort to move. Willow was the only one that didn't know that he had entered the room yet. "What have you done? You bastard," Angel growled. Before anyone knew it, Angel had rushed over to Spike and hit him; sending the younger vampire crashing in the air to the floor.
Willow turned around but she was too late. "Senadu cetur," she whispered. Suddenly Angel went flying against the wall. An imaginary force held him there.
"Let me go," he growled.
"Not till you can behave," Willow told him.
"Willow I have to help you. Spike is here. He's right behind you."
Willow turned her head around and saw her mate coming towards her. 'Are you ok' she mouthed to him. He just smirked in return, seeing his grandsire bound to the wall. Spike stood behind Willow and draped his arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. He nuzzled into her neck as Angel continued.
"He's gonna bite you, Willow!"
Willow couldn't help but to smirk. "I hope he does." She turned to Spike slightly. "I like it when you bite me," she whispered to him. She turned back around and saw Angel's mouth had dropped open, obviously in shock.
"What the hell did you do to her, boy?"
"Mine," he growled back at his grandsire while holding Willow firmly against him. Angel growled at Spike.
"I won't let you hurt my mate Angel," Willow told him. "I'll torture
you first. Do we understand each other?"
"It's Spike!"
"I won't lose him. I WILL see you dust before you even try anything against him. I even know this handy little spell that makes your insides see daylight. It burns you from the inside out. Now I am not violent and you know that, but I won't let you attack Spike."
"Let him go, luv." Spike then looked at Angel. "We came to talk, Angelus."
~Part: 8~
"Yeah, Willow. Listen to my grandchilde. Put me down. If you know what's best for you."
Willow glared at Angel. "Are you threatening me?" she questioned him.
The only reply she received was a deep growl from Angel. "I won't let him hurt you luv," she heard Spike whisper in her ear.
She watched as Angel struggled against the invisible restraints. "Senatu ties," she whispered. Spike and Willow both watched as he fell to the ground.
Spike started to smirk until Angel looked up at them, his eyes golden. "Don't even think about it, mate." He kept Willow close to his body as Angel struggled with his demon. "We need to talk. NOW!" the younger vampire demanded.
As Angel sat at the table, Willow and Spike sat across from him. "Why are you here William?"
"It's like this Angelus. Red here found a little passage in a book. Now I've come for answers."
"And what makes you think that I have them?"
A low growl escaped from Spike's throat. "It's about vampire lore, Angelus."
"Hell, William. Didn't we already do this after Drusilla turned you?"
"Apparently you left out some stuff."
"You wanna fill me in or should we keep going round and round, boy."
"You seemed to skip the part that when a human and a vampire are destined for each other, that they share dreams. Their worst fears."
"That's right. Lore says that if it doesn't push them apart, it makes them stronger." Angel let out a sigh. "It seems you already have the answers. What else do you want to know?"
"I want to know why you didn't feel the need to tell me about it. You made me listen to all of the other lore. Why not this?"
"I'll answer that question when you tell me what you two dreamed."
"This isn't a trade, Angelus. Tell me what I bloody well want to know."
"The dreams? Tell me what I want to know and I'll give you your answer."
Spike was fighting for control of his demon. He felt Willow reaching for his hand. "Bugger it! Red here dreamed about Dru coming back to town. That I left her for Dru." He knew the dream was stirring emotions in her. He grazed his thumb over her fingers, letting her know he was here to comfort her. "And I dreamt that she was fucking you!" Spike saw Angel smirk. Before his grandsire could say anything, he interrupted him. "My dream, not hers. Now tell me why."
"Never figured you'd fall in love with a human." Angel looked at Willow and then back at Spike. "I'm still not convinced. I remember when you used humans for draining and fucking only."
Spike growled at his grandsire, his eyes flashing golden. "People change."
"People may change but vampires don't."
Cordelia decided she should interrupt at this point. "Willow..Spike..Let me show you to your room. It seems that my boss is making an ass out of himself." She ushered them quickly out of the room. Before Cordelia left, she turned around to Angel. "They're guests. What is wrong with you?"
After Cordelia showed them to their room, she left them to their privacy.
Inside the room.....
"Red, I don't want to stay here." He layed down on the bed, motioning
for her to join him. She walked to him and layed down next to him.
As she felt his arms circle around her, she smiled. "It's only for one day." She then leaned to whisper in his ear. "Besides, think of all the sexual things I'm gonna do to you in that bed when we get back."
Spike groaned hearing her whispered words. "Maybe you should give me a detailed description luv," he smirked. He saw Willow look into his eyes and smile. He returned the smile. "Mine," he whispered softly.
"Always," she replied. As she said the word, she heard her stomach growl.
"Hungry, luv?"
"Yeah, a bit."
"Why don't you go to the kitchen and see what Peaches has laying about. I'm sure he has some crackers or something. If not, I'll take you to go get something. Then we can come back up here and you can get started on those descriptions."
Willow pressed her lips to his, tasting him in a quick kiss. "I'll be right back." She rushed down to the kitchen in hopes of finding food.
As she entered the kitchen, she found Angel looking at her. "Is something wrong, Willow?"
"No. Well actually, I'm hungry. Do you have any food?"
"Just blood."
"Well, thanks anyways." She turned to leave when she felt him grab her wrist. A wave of fear went through her body as she tried to pull away. "Let me go," she demanded.
Angel pulled her body to his. "I would never let you go, little one." He looked at her face. "He doesn't really love you. You're just a replacement for Drusilla when it comes to Spike. Nothing more. When he leaves tomorrow, I want you to stay. With me." Angel leaned down and placed a kiss upon her lips. The kiss was so light it didn't even feel real.
She tried to get away but he wasn't letting go. His words struck a chord within her. The fact that Spike may not want her.
"I hope I have given you something to think about, little one." As Angel walked away, the smirk was pure Angelus.
~Part: 9~
<No human would dare choose my grandchilde over me! This is too easy and fun! I should feel guilty and I know I do but this is Spike. I'm his elder therefore I can toy with him as I please.>
<What is going on? Did he actually expect me to kiss him back? I love Spike. There is no way in hell I would even touch Angel. Stay here with him? Like hell I will!> "Oh, Angel," she said sweetly.
Angel turned around slowly. "Yes, little one." As he faced her, a fist met with his nose; sending him to the floor.
Willow could feel the anger through her. She focused her energy to this one moment. When he turned around, she punched him. When Willow saw him fall to the floor, she quickly left; making her way back to Spike.
Spike jumped off the bed when the scent of blood hit his nostrils. As he saw the door slowly open, he stood in fighting stance. He was ready for anything. Except what he saw. He glanced at Willow, his mate. He could smell her fear. As he glanced down, he saw the blood on her hand but knew by the smell that it wasn't hers. "What happened?" he growled. Seeing her wince at his growl, he became concerned. <She usually doesn't wince when I growl. What the hell happened?> He walked slowly to her, being careful not to make any sudden moves. When Spike reached her, he pulled her into his embrace. "I'm gonna take care of you baby," he whispered to her. He walked her slowly to the bed. "Sit here, I'll be right back." Spike left the room and headed towards the bathroom.
He grabbed the basin off of the shelf in the bathroom and filled in with warm water. He grabbed a washcloth and headed back to the room. As he entered the room, he knew that scent. The blood belonged to his grandsire. He made his way to Willow and sat down on the bed with her. Spike cleaned the blood off of her hand as he whispered soothing words to her. Then he saw her wrist. His demon came forward as he snarled at the bruises on her wrist. He looked up at Willow but she already had her head down. "Willow?" he growled. He slipped back into his human features. "Pet, I need you to look at me. I need to know who did this to you and when? Why didn't I ever see it?"
Willow looked slowly into his eyes. "Angel."
"Angel, what?"
"The bruises. It was Angel. Just a few moments ago."
"How dare he touches whats mine." The anger that surrounded Spike was powerful.
Willow could feel the silent tears starting to fall down her face. "Am I a replacement?" she asked softly.
"A replacement?"
"For Drusilla?"
"Who filled your head with that...my grandsire." Willow saw his eyes blaze golden but felt comforted.
Spike pulled her into his arms. "You are NOT a replacement. I thought we already talked about this. I love you. You. We're destined. We're mated. Face it luv, you're stuck with me."
The last line made Willow smile. "Promise?"
"With my unlife. You're my everything." Spike took a deep breath. "I want to know what happened down there earlier.
"Spike..."
"I'm not angry at you luv, but I know whose blood that was on your hand and you have bruises. I need to know what happened."
"Why?"
"So I can dust that bastard."
Willow felt him brush away her tears. "I told him to let me go. I didn't want it. You have to believe me. You have to believe that you're the one I want. The only one I want." She took a breath of air. "I don't want you to be angry with me."
"Shh," he whispered as he drifted his fingers through her hair. "I know you love me. I need to know what happened."
"I-I went to the kitchen to look for some food and he was there. I asked him about the food and he said he didn't have any. I started to leave, but he grabbed my wrist. I told him to let me go and he wouldn't. I struggled against him but he just brought me closer to his body. I didn't want to be there. I was scared Spike."
Spike's eyes flashed golden but he was trying to control his demon to keep Willow calm. "What happened next?"
"He told me if I was his that he would never let me go. He said you really didn't love me. That I was a..a.."
"A replacement for Drusilla," he stated now knowing why she asked the question.
"He told me when we're supposed to leave tomorrow, that he only wants you to leave. He wants me to stay here with him. Spike I don't want to. I belong with you."
"You won't be staying here. You're at my side." He looked at her and frowned. "What aren't you telling me?"
"He kissed me," she whispered.
"WHAT? What did you say to him after that?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You didn't say anything? You're mine or have you forgotten?"
Anger and hurt rushed through her. "I didn't kiss him back. I already knew he wouldn't let go of me. How the hell do you think I got these bruises?"
He suddenly knew she was right. "I'm sorry. I know. Where did he kiss you?" he asked with clenched teeth.
"Lips," she whispered.
"Let's see if this replaces the memory." Spike pressed his lips to hers, demanding entrance. He placed his hands on the back of her head when he felt her hands tangled in his hair. He deepened the kiss and didn't stop until she was panting for breath.
When Willow regained her breath, she knew she had to tell him. "Spike?"
"Yeah, luv."
"About the blood. I hit Angel."
Spike's eyes widened in surprise. "You hit him?"
"I think I got his nose. I think that's where the blood came from. After I hit him, I came up to you."
Spike grinned at the thought of his mate punching his grandsire. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
This simple statement caused her to grin. "I don't want to be here anymore."
"I'll go dust him and we'll leave."
"Spike I just want to go. Please," she begged.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course. Why?"
"I have a house, a couple of cities away. We can get you something to eat and be there before dawn...if we leave now." He grazed his bite mark along her neck. "You're my mate. My wife. If you'll allow me the honor, I'd like to take you there. Start a new life with just me and you." He held an unnecessary breath as he awaited her answer.
"I've never loved anyone more than I love you, William."
As she spoke his true name, he could feel the love she had for him surround him.
"Always protect me?"
"Always. Always love me, Willow?"
"Always."
"Let's get the hell out of here, Red." He grabbed her hand and made their way to the front door of the hotel.
"Going somewhere?" they heard. Spike and Willow both turned around and saw Angel behind them. "You didn't really think that I'm just gonna let you walk out of here with her did you. Right of sire, I get her."
"You always were a bastard, Angelus. She's my mate and there's no way in hell you're gonna touch her. And if you're depending on right of sire. Well, you're screwed. See, you're not my blood sire. That would be Drusilla. Drusilla and Willow together, that would be a sight to see. But you. You're NOT going anywhere near her! Your dust will settle to the floor before you even have a chance to figure out what the hell is going on. Or maybe I'll let Red work her sunshine spell on you. I always wanted to see what you'd look like burning from the inside out."
Suddenly the front door flew open. Spike grabbed Willow and held her close to him before he saw who was on the other side of the door. Drusilla walked through the door staring at the other occupants of the room. "The stars whispered things to me last night." She walked over to Willow and Spike. "William, the stars tell me you have found love in another. That she is to be your mate?"
"It's true. Dru this is Red."
Dru looked at the girl and then back at Spike. "She is your fire, William."
Drusilla then turned to Willow. "Please, do not be afraid. The stars told me your fear. It's not true." Drusilla touched the side of Willow's face. "He belongs with you. The stars do not lie." As she saw Willow's wrist, she let out a growl and frowned. She knew Spike would not hurt his own mate, which left only one other vampire. Her eyes blazed golden. Dru's voice dropped low. "My daddy hurt you, didn't he?"
"Yes," Willow softly whispered.
"He needs to learn a lesson. William you should take her and leave." She turned to Willow once more. "We will meet again. One day, you will be my grandchilde and I will teach you so many things." Willow opened her mouth to respond but Dru cut her off. "The stars never lie, my sweet."
Spike couldn't help but to grin. Red, a vampire. His childe. His mate with him for all of eternity. Just the thought of it had its own possibilities. He grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the hotel.
When Drusilla saw them leave, she shut the door quietly and turned to face Angel. "You will NOT hurt her ever," she told her sire. She could hear Angel growling at her. "Perhaps it's time you were reminded of your own torture methods, Sire."
THE END