Distribution: Oh please do archive it! I’m begging you! Just tell me where it is going first.
Rating: Fluctuates. This first bit is probably a bit sadistic and violent though, so I’d give in an M rating. Oh, hang on, wait, that’s an Aussie rating. I’ll translate for you, just this once, so listen carefully, because it is what I will be using when I rate my fics, as I don’t know any other type of rating. PG means parental guidance recommended for those under 15. M means not for those under 15, MA is a dodgy rating and I think it means not for those under 15, but even allowing for that it is a bit more extreme. R means not for people under 18. Thus ends your guide to Australian Censorship.
Spoilers: Lover’s Walk.
Disclaimer: The Evil Joss God owns them all (the bastard - why can’t he share?!) I promise that I’ll give them back intact…well, relatively intact. *huge smile* Buffy and Angel may be a little bruised, and I can guarantee you that Wesley will have been injured. Oh, but look out for later disclaimers regarding music featured. Suspend your disbelief as to if they would actually hear this music, as most of it is by Australians that never took off outside of Australia, but hey. And the title is a line from William Blake’s poem The Everlasting Gospel. I’ll put the exert at the end of this part. Don’t worry if you’re confused. All will be made clear in time.
Feedback: No flames please - but that was a given. But I would love you forever if you told me what you thought - this is my first, so be gentle.
Summary: Stuff for the whole family! Oz gets violent, Spike realises that Dru is a little ho, Spike has a hidden passion for the Muppets, Wesley gets hit for no real reason, Angel plays hero (I’m sorry about that, but it’s necessary for the story), Buffy gets told off by Willow, and lot’s more! But not necessarily in that order.
Note: I have yet to see Buffy season four, or any of Angel, so I may have taken a few liberties here and there as regards to current events. Forgive me these transgressions. I’ll fix them if you can tell me what they are.

*****

~Part One~

Somewhere in Brazil

A dark corridor. A very long, dark corridor, leading out into a shoddy hall. Nothing could be heard, but some movement could be seen. That movement turned out to be Drusilla, swirling around in her long red dress. Then she stopped and started giggling.

"Spiiike" she said, looking around as if she was calling a puppy. "Spiiike. I know you’re there." She frowned. "I told you that we could still be friends, I know that, but you can’t just come back here and expect to be forgiven. You betrayed daddy-eep!" She squealed quite nicely as Spike dashed across the hall, knocked her out and picked her up.

"That’s okay pet. You don’t need to forgive me." He grinned. "You just have to love me."

***

"Nice place you’ve got here love. Who’s your interior decorator?"

Drusilla just looked at Spike from her position against the wall to which she was chained. Drusilla looked haggard. Her blood red dress lay in tatters around her, not even good enough to be a rag. Her entire body was covered in scars both old and recent, obviously inflicted by the pointed implement Spike was wielding with a huge patented-Spike smile. This implement was one that Spike had gone to a great deal of trouble to have made, especially for torturing Drusilla with to make her come back to him. This tool looked somewhat like a drill at the base, but at the top separated into two and curled over slightly, like the top of a street light, but with fine points instead of lights. He lightly scraped one of the points along Drusilla’s thigh. She smiled and laughed lightly.

"That tickles Spike."

Spike smiled. "Does it pet? That’s nice."

He dug the implement deeper, and drew blood. And yet still Drusilla smiled, so he dug deeper and scraped open a vein. Drusilla jerked her leg away in pain.

"Why did you leave me pet? For a chaos demon! Really pet, I mean, is a chaos demon a better demon than I am?" Spike ripped his implement through his love’s leg in a violent action that sprayed a small amount of her flesh and blood onto him and across the room. He rose and started pacing absentmindedly as Drusilla shrieked.

"I mean, what does a demon have to do to keep a girl happy these days? Ever since the bloody women’s lib movement it’s all been" -and here Spike put on a mimicking voice- " ‘do I look like a little flower?’ and ‘I can do it myself, thank you ever so much.’ We should have just killed those women before they had a chance to infect all women . And what has that resulted in? You stick with a demon for over a hundred years, you maim, you kill, and where does that get you?" Spike shook his torture implement at Drusilla. "I can’t even get a decent shag! Why won’t you love me? I stayed with you after that great big poof left us for his whole fabulous soul-having experience, and-"

"Daddy!" Spike scowled at Drusilla.

"Is he all you ever think about? That bloody poof?! Why?!" Spike was getting very worked up.

"Because he’s Daddy of course, Spike," Drusilla said, as if that explained it all. She turned her fathomless eyes up to him. "But it’s okay if you don’t understand Spike, I forgive you, and we can still be friends-"

"Friends! Dru, why?" Spike wailed, in a slightly pathetic voice.

"Spike! You hurt Daddy! You betrayed Daddy," she said, in the voice of a knowledgeable three year old telling off an older sibling. Then her voice got noticeably distraught. "And then Daddy went back to the nasty, naughty Slayer. Oh Spike!" Drusilla started to cry, a painful experience for a vampire. Big red droplets of blood dripped from her eyes.

"Dru! Enough. I give up. I don’t bloody well care any more!" Spike swivelled around and started to walk away.

"Spike!" Drusilla called to his departing back. "Spike," she whispered with a downcast smile. "You’ll be back. You can’t just desert your princess."

Spike left the room.

"Spike?" Drusilla whispered in a depressed voice. Then she screeched in the realisation that, for at least the immediate future, he wasn’t coming back.

"SPIKE!!!"

***

"Stupid bloody wanker" Spike muttered. "The great bloody poof had to go shag the slayer, didn’t he? It’s not even as if she’s a good looking slayer. So he buggered it up for the rest of us, didn’t he? The poof lost his soul, and that got Dru all hopeful and happy that daddy was back to stay, but he wasn’t. And that whole bloody revenge gig he had going. Why did he bother? ‘She made me feel human. That’s not the kind of thing you just forgive.’" Spike said in mocking tones. "Wanker. I wish he was rotting in hell."

And he ploughed through the ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign.
 
 

You shall bow before her feet,

You shall lick the dust for Meat;

And tho’ you cannot Love, but Hate,

Shall be beggars at Love’s Gate.

What was thy love? Let me see it,

Was it love or dark deceit? -

Love too long from me has fled;

‘Twas dark deceit to earn my bread,
 
 

***

~Part Two~

*The sun moves high above

Watching below all that moves so fast

Life’s taking on a different game

A future that was built to last*

Willow Ann Rosenberg was a good girl. A lucky girl too, if the truth were to be told. She had a place to live, friends who cared about her, she was smart, and, most importantly, she was living on the Hellmouth - as opposed to *unliving*, or dead, which would probably be better than having an unlife.

Finally, just to emphasise her luck, Willow had an invite to the biggest party in Sunnydale. And she was…living life dangerously.

"Hey Will!" Xander Harris bellowed across the room at his best friend. She just laughed out loud and waved at him, then turned back to her partner.

Half an hour earlier, Willow had been sitting down, uncomfortable in the situation in which she had been placed. In an attempt to loosen her up, Oz had reluctantly allowed her one straight shot of vodka. Working up her courage, she downed it in one go, and hadn’t looked back.

Fifteen minutes later, Oz was regretting that shot of vodka as he watched his girlfriend - who obviously couldn’t hold her alcohol - become more and more promiscuous and more daring out on the dance floor. In his frustration, he drank several glasses of the orange punch sitting in the bowl on one side of the room. It was just a pity someone had thought that spiking the punch was a brilliant thing to do.

*Does this all feel somewhat surreal what with no limits

To what we can do

We’re making such big steps

It’s got me in a spin

Are we aiming too high

I’m wanting to feel your skin again my skin.*

Willow was bored. The party had degenerated to something resembling an orgy, but with far too many clothes on far too many bodies. She was feeling horny and promiscuous, but not that promiscuous.

So, in her drunken haze, Willow thought that wandering out into the Sunnydale night in search of something to do was a good idea.

Buffy looked up from her position at the bottom of the stairs as Willow passed her on her way to the door.

"Seeya Will," she slurred, before slumping over again to land on Xander. Somewhere in Buffy’s stupor, her slayer-thoughts kicked in.

‘Wow. That was some punch’ she thought. ‘If it was strong enough to know me out…hmmm…I wonder what it would do to a vampire? Or…Giles! Yeah! Straight into his tea! Hehheh…heh…ah…where was Will going? She looked really drunk. Oh no! She went outside! At night! In Sunnydale! Willow! Move, body, move!’ Buffy shrieked inside her own head.

It was only a pity her body chose to ignore her instruction, and went to sleep.

***

Spike hiccupped. Not that he needed to, but habit was hard to break, even after over a hundred years.

"This love is a ghost

Heaven played host to the most unoriginal sin

At the wedding we smiled

Some devil played wild violin

Outside the chapel, she offered me that apple"

Spike didn’t usually sing this sort of song, but Spike always prided himself on being unpredictable. Plus, he felt like it, and there was nobody there to argue with him. No Dru - as she was, he had decided, suffering from an eternal vampire version of the Electra Complex. No Angelus - as he was busy being soul boy, and was still the Slayer’s puppy, even if they were miles apart. No minions - well, minions wouldn’t complain anyway, not if they wanted to see the next second. No minions…Spike’s thoughts wandered from his original topic.

‘Minions. Must have minions. Bloody hell, I’m going to have to set myself up as Master. Bloody stupid vampires are all you ever get on the Hellmouth anyway. What is it with the Hellmouth? All demons ever want to do is open the bloody things. Wankers. Look where it almost got us. When the poof and Dru…Dru…all she can think about is shagging Daddy. ‘Daddy, come back. Where’s Daddy, Spike? We can just be *friends*, Spike.’’ Spike took a huge swig from the bottle of Gin he was carrying. He winced. He started singing again.

"And I found me this drink to finally sink the skills I’ve been wallowing in-"

"You’re made of rags and scraps and tags

And no one thinks you’re real"

‘What was that?’ Spike looked around wildly. ‘Who dares to interrupt my night with…with…. The Fraggles?! I’ll rip their bloody heart out and make them eat it, and then I’ll give them to the Slayer!’

Game face on, he followed the song, only to stop in shock.

There, in the middle of the road, waltzing with an imaginary partner and singing, was Willow.

***

"Dance with me

My ragtime queen

Before I set you free

On lonely days

You’ll know the ways

That you are just like me…

Goddess I’m bored. I want something to do *hic* Sunnydale is sooo boring. And I’m dizzy." Willow plunked down in the middle of the road, and looked around. "Hey" she smiled brightly. "I wonder if there are any vamps about right now. *Then* I’ll be in trouble. Buffy being unconscious and all." So she started singing what she thought was an appropriate song for the situation.

"When my time to go is here

Call my friends to gather near

Tell the doctor and the preacher that I’m failing"

Whilst Willow was preparing herself for her imminent death-by-vampire, the nearest vampire was deep in thought.

"But forget about your black"

‘The slayer’s red headed witch! This is perfect! What a way to announce my return to Sunnyhell, and what a way to set myself up as Master!’

"’Cause I’m plannin’ to come back"

‘The bloody morons here already will have no choice - they’ll have to bow to a demon with the slayer’s witch, their pride will demand it. Hooray for the mulish pride of demons! And double advantage! This will piss off the bloody slayer and my poof of a sire more than anything else!’

Spike grinned and skipped his way out of the shadows and into the middle of the road.

"Hello Pet" he said as he reached Willow.

Willow’s eyes travelled slowly upwards. Black boots, black jeans, red shirt, black leather duster…and Spike grinning, his pale white face looking remarkably like the full moon as he grinned in sheer delight.

"Oh hey Spike. Are you going to eat me?" Willow slurred.

"No Pet. Well, not yet anyway, Torture and maim perhaps, but eat? Besides, I’ve already eaten."

"Oh good, because I’m drunk. And you know, I don’t think my blood would taste very good right now."

"I wouldn’t say that pet. I bet you taste…delicious."

Spike picked Willow up, and headed off in the direction of the house whose owner he had recently eaten.

A chance to piss off the slayer AND establish himself as Master.

It was his lucky night.
 
 

~Part Three~

Spike broke the arm of an obstinate vampire, whilst holding an unconscious Willow over one shoulder. The obstinate vampire yelled in pain, then shrieked as Spike staked him with the stake that had fallen out of Willow’s dress earlier.

"Are there any more dissenters within our ranks tonight?!" Spike roared in anger. The remaining vampires cowered away from him, suddenly fearful for their own unlives. They had heard rumours about ‘William the Bloody’, but, as Spike had said, all you ever get on the Hellmouth are stupid demons. So they had forgotten the rumours, until Spike showed up to show them just how he got his name…both of them.

Gameface firmly in place, Spike stalked through his new minions, who continued to cower away from him. He snarled.

"Stop cowering like a bunch of poofy humans. You belong to me now, remember that. You do exactly what I tell you, and I don’t end your unlife prematurely. Now, our headquarters will be based out of the big house at the top of Grove. I will lock the Slayer’s witch up there, and look after her personally. If any of you so much as look at her, I will make you drink holy water and deliver you to the Slayer myself. Is that understood?"

One vampire, braver and more arrogant than the others, stepped forward.

"Why don’t we just kill the Slayer’s witch?" he sneered. "I heard what happened the last time you were in town. I just think you’ve gone soft."

"Oh, do you…mate." Spike kicked the vampire down and stepped on him. He grinned. "I am such an old softie. Look at me, letting you keep your unlife…for now. Don’t question my authority again. I don’t see you doing anything to counteract the Slayer." Spike broke the vampire’s torso by stepping down hard. He smiled and left.

"Bastard" spat Antonio the vampire as he squirmed on the ground in pain.

***

Buffy and Giles were sparring as Oz walked into the library.

"Hey, have either of you guys seen Willow?" Oz asked. "It’s just…isn’t she usually here?"

Giles paused to reply.

"Oz, I-I-I’m sure that she is ar- oof!" Buffy knocked Giles too hard, and he landed on the floor. After Buffy helped him to a chair, she turned to Oz.

"I’m sure Giles is right. She’s probably just around being research gal. She is, after all, old reliable." Buffy’s eyes widened. "Oh, but don’t tell her I said that. After last time somebody said that, we got to see big evil-vamp Willow." Buffy started hyperventilating at the thought of vampire Willow. Then she thought harder.

"Hey, something I gotta remember about Wills and vamps. Uh…last night…Oh no! Willow left the party by herself last night! Oh god!" She turned and shook Oz hard by the shoulders. "What are we going to do?!"

"Ah Buffy, I hate to break it to you, but you’re the Slayer. Aren’t you supposed to already know what to do?"

But Buffy hadn’t heard him. She rushed over to bring Giles back to the land of the coherent so she could tell him the latest disaster.

***

"Well Pet, how are you?"

Willow felt like dying and, on the Hellmouth, it was not really an idle threat. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move, because when she did, her head felt like it would fall off. At the very edges of her memory were very vague recollections of what she did at the party, and she started to blush at the thought of them being done at all, let alone by her. And to top it off, she was having hallucinations about Spike. She could have sworn she heard Spike’s voice but, she reasoned, Spike would have killed her, not put her in a nice, big, soft bed. With satin sheets. Which was what she was in.

She rolled over, and that was when the realisation hit her.

She may have been in a nice, big, soft bed with satin sheets, but she was also naked.

Willow desperately started searching her memory to discover how exactly she may have ended up in such a compromising situation. Willow desperately hoped that she hadn’t done anything…embarrassing.

"Are you going to answer me Pet?"

Spike was mildly amused. He watched as realisation dawned on the hacker that she was not hallucinating about Spike, as he was actually there. The sun was still up, and he was bored, so he decided to have some fun.

Willow started to shake in terror.

"What…w-w-what are you going to do to me? A-a-and what have you done to me?" she croaked. She still couldn’t remember anything about last night that involved Spike.

Spike smiled. This was going to be fun. He put on a hurt face.

"Pet, I’m hurt. How could you not remember what I *did* to you last night? It was such fun." Spike lifted one eyebrow and smirked suggestively as he emphasised the word ‘did’. Willow blushed like an unmarried virgin from the eighteenth century.

"Pet! You’re blushing! I guess you do remember what we did. I don’t usually keep my women alive this long after I’ve shagged them, so I’d appreciate it if you commented on my techniques. You know, what you like, what you didn’t like. I notice you weren’t a virgin, so tell me what *they* did that was pleasurable. Come on pet, be frank. I can take it! I’m a man! Well, I was anyway." Spike gushed like an overeager child at Christmas.

‘Oh Goddess, Oh Goddess, what have I done?! Sex with Spike?! A vampire who earned his name ‘the Bloody’ whilst still a human?! And I can’t remember this?! What kind of freak am I?! It must have been either mindblowingly good, or mindblowingly bad, and looking at him…Oh Goddess! No! This is bad, Willow, bad! He’s going to kill me! Quick, lie! Now! Yes, you have to. It doesn’t matter how wrong it is, there is an amoral, homicidal bloodsucker standing here!’

Willow started to hyperventilate. It was taking every bit of her willpower to stop from crying.

‘Oh Goddess, what am I going to do?!" she wailed inside her mind. ‘I’m too young to die!’

The absurdity and sheer cliche factor of that statement worked like a wet rag slapped in the face of a screaming ballerina after the discovery of a body killed by the Phantom of the Opera.

‘Get a grip Rosenberg. You’ve faced death before. Besides, think about it. This is Spike. He would not have had sex with you. So he’s lying. Deal with it.’

Willow looked up at Spike very calmly. She took a deep breath, looked straight into his eyes, and said with barely a hint of nervousness;

"Liar."

Spike was impressed.

Unfortunately, the demon was furious.

And the two were warring.

Spike’s gameface rippled his forehead and his fangs descended.

He slapped her, a hard slap that sent Willow flying across the room, where she hit the wall with a sickening thud and slid to the floor.

"Bitch!"

He growled, a long, deep growl, as he stalked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Willow was dizzy, so she remained where she had landed until she could recover her brain. She groggily looked around to get a better look at her surroundings, as her mind attempted to sort itself out.

‘What to do?! What will I do?! Spike- *Spike* has kidnapped me, hit me, and…and…is angry with me! He’ll kill me for sure. But he left…what could he hope to gain from keeping me? And- Oh Goddess, he saw me naked!’ Willow shrieked aloud as one horror overtook another. Although she was most definitely not a virgin, the only other anybody who had seen her naked adult body was Oz…and now Spike. If Willow had been any weaker, she would have fainted. As it was, she decided that the time for hysterics was past. She drew in a deep breath.

"Well Willow" she said aloud to herself. "What a fine mess we’re in. ‘Let’s go out’ you said. ‘Sunnydale’s so boring’ you said. And look where we are now. We’re in Spike’s lair. Buffy will never find us, because she doesn’t know that Spike is back, let alone that I’m missing. Or maybe she will notice. Angel’s coming down tonight…or is he already here? I wonder how long I’ve been out. So she’ll be looking for someone to ignore Angel with. Or maybe she’ll just use Xander so he can ignore Cordelia. Yeah, that’s what’ll happen, and I’ll be stuck here at the mercy of William the *Bloody*!" She sighed as she slumped over, and then stood up to search to room for clothes to cover her still naked body.

***

Spike barrelled out of the room and slammed into Antonio in a very undemonlike manner, sending them both sprawling onto the floor.

"Oh" said Antonio in a mocking voice, "did the big bad master get hurt by the little innocent witch? Maybe you need to give up the power to a vampire who is more of a demon."

Spike snarled as he pushed Antonio up onto the wall.

"I’ve had quite enough of you…mate."

Spike pulled swiftly on both of Antonio’s arms and tugged them out of their sockets. Whilst Antonio was preoccupied with the pain and with putting them back in, Spike pulled out the stake he had kept after staking that obstinate vampire earlier, and staked Antonio.

He turned and threw things until the light outside faded.

‘I need a really vile kill’ he thought. ‘Stupid witch! How dare she! How dare she!’ He left the house and grabbed a late night jogger as she jogged past, and drained her before she even registered that there was a man beside her. He continued on into town as his demon continued to demand blood. What the demon really wanted was the blood of the red-headed witch, but he knew that it might be a bad idea.

Spike stalked around town in a rage. By the end of the night he had managed to kill a toddler and a little old lady after convincing her to invite him into her house. He also went and managed to cow the various demons of the town into submission. This was through burning down the places where they were staying.

‘Nothing like a good dozen fires to lighten a demon’ Spike thought, and then started thinking about Willow again, a little more levelheadedly now that the demon had been satiated with blood and power. ‘Admittedly, she was telling the truth. I was lying, but what does she expect. Well,’ he thought, cheering up a little, ‘the little chit’ll be worth keeping for a night of two, if only for the fact that it makes me hunt better.’

Spike started to whistle as he slowed his walk. He still had an hour until sunrise. Why not enjoy his town?

Spike’s demon jumped. Spike turned-

Only to be met with a punch in the face.

***

It had been a long night. Buffy had been running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, and just as she was settling down, Angel and Cordelia walked into the library. Their appearance only served to send Buffy straight into her ‘I am the Chosen One and I can sulk if I want to’ mood, so she stalked past them both after grabbing a knife and tersely informing Oz that she would keep them informed.

This had left Oz to explain the situation to a bemused Cordelia and a hurt Angel. Used to being the detective duo, Cordelia and Angel decided to help find Willow.

After many hours of searching and researching, no sign of Willow could be found. However, wandering back to his dorm an hour before sunrise, Oz thought he could smell Willow. He followed the smell, and discovered a man with bleached blond hair whistling as he walked along, smelling like Willow and blood. Oz snapped, and punched the punk as he turned around. Oz growled low in his throat as the punk jumped up and growled back, and Oz jumped back, startled, as a vampiric visage descended over the handsome man’s face. Oz backed off and ran. Spike laughed.

"Maybe Antonio was right" he said with a smile as he headed off back to the house. "Maybe I am going soft."
 

~Part Four~

Spike came waltzing into the house, half an hour before sunrise, showing no sign of having just been punched in the face by an angry werewolf.

Spike had come to the realisation that he needed an assistant - a major domo - and decided to appoint one without delay.

"You! Yeah, you by the pot plant. I want - what is a bloody pot plant doing in my house?! Get rid of the bloody eyesore! No, not now!" Spike shook his head. This minion most certainly would not be employed as his major domo.

"I want all the vampires in Sunnyhell to be here by midnight tonight." Spike glowered at the minion. "Can you deliver that message? Can you ensure that?" The minion cowered and nodded.

"Good. Use the sewers - and don’t get caught by the sun or the slayer. If any thing goes wrong, I’ll be interrogating the slayer’s pet witch." Spike smirked and sauntered up the stairs as he whistled ‘Life’ (that evil song by Desree - he was being unpredictable again.)

***

Willow had not had a good night. Whilst she had been left alone by all the vampires in the house, she had still jumped at every little noise. She had not found any clothes. She had slept intermittently all night, and as a result, was looking haggard and felt like shit. Although, it wasn’t as if she could tell what she looked like. It being a vampire’s lair, it didn’t have any mirrors. ‘But’ she reasoned, ‘if I look even half as bad as I feel, I must look like a monster.’

A monster.

She was now the captive of a monster.

Just as Willow again began to cry, the door slammed open.

"Honey! I’m home!" roared Spike as he strolled through the door.

Willow leapt up, and moved as far away from Spike as possible in the room, which was up near the head of the bed.

"Pet - not so happy to see me? I’m hurt. And after all we’ve meant to each other - after all we’ve been through." Spike leapt up onto the bed, his pale face centimetres from Willow’s. "All that we’ve been through - you know, me trying to kill you, me threatening you with a bottle, me threatening to rape you…" Spike’s voice changed from insincerity to barely concealed rage. "Well," he snarled "those threats all still stand!" Spike’s game face descended, as he darted forward and bit Willow’s lip.

"You are my prisoner now, and I can do whatever I want with you. And…" Spike’s eyes lit up, "the Slayer and my *daddy* are not here to save you. Do you understand, Red?"

Willow nodded mutely, as she surreptitiously tried to lick up the blood leaking from the wound Spike had inflicted on her in a show of dominance.

Spike involuntarily groaned.

"Red," he growled, "if you keep on doing that, I’ll have to lick it up for you."

Willow immediately trapped her tongue in her mouth. But in pursing her lips together, she forced the drops of blood to turn into a trickle running down to her chin. Willow lifted her hand to wipe away the blood, but Spike stopped her hand.

Spike couldn’t take it anymore. The drops of her blood he had tasted when he bit her had been tantalisingly sweet, and he wanted more. So he stopped her hand, and leaned forward and lapped up the blood with his tongue, whilst Willow shivered from fear beside him. He smiled as he sucked hard on her lip. She gasped and tore away from him, and in doing so, gashed the inside of her lips open on his fangs. She tried to hide it, but he could smell the blood. He felt that this was as good a time as any to teach her what it meant to be Spike’s pet.

"Pet," he said in a deceptively sweet voice, "you’re my pet now. And anything I want, you cannot deny me." Spike smiled at Willow. "ANYTHING!" he snarled.

Spike moved forward and captured Willow’s mouth with his own, this time drawing blood on purpose. "I think it’s time that I show you that you really are mine."

***

Contrary to popular belief, when vampires claim a human as one of their own, they do not have to rape. Whilst rape is a practice which is the epitome of violence, cruelty and possession, it is not absolutely necessary when claiming a person. What is necessary is the exchange of any amount of blood. They just like to perpetuate that violent image.

Spike claimed Willow’s mouth in a bruising kiss, drinking up the blood pooling in her mouth. He then lightly kissed his way down her neck, pricking her with his fangs with each kiss. Sensing his intention, Willow began to struggle, but Spike held her still as he bit hard and deep into Willow in a claiming bite. Spike drank, and then withdrew from her neck. He bit into his wrist as Willow looked at him in fear.

"I d-don’t want to be a vampire!" she stuttered.

"Don’t worry pet" smirked Spike. "I’m not turning you. I’m just claiming you. More fun in the short term."

Spike forced his wrist to her mouth and pinched her nose so that she had to open her mouth to breathe, and in doing so drank of Spike’s blood. Willow choked on the blood as it went down, but continued to drink it anyway, until Spike moved his wrist away.

"There now Red. Proof to all vampires that get close enough that you are mine. Of course, try not to do something stupid, that will require me to discipline you and claim you further." Spike smiled as he stroked her head.

"You have lovely red hair, Red. I assume it’s natural? I don’t think I can remember my natural hair colour. But I know that I found it bloody boring. All I can say is hooray for the vanity of humans leading to the creation of hair colouring."

Willow just nodded mutely, and tried to look interested. That is, she nodded mutely until Spike’s soliloquy became a little more disturbing.

"I realise I have yet to teach you how to be my pet, pet. I am sure that, whilst at first you will find it painful and terrifying, given time you will be quite content in your position as my pet."

Willow frantically shook her head.

"Pain! Oh, no no no! I-I can’t be experiencing pain! That would be-"

"Painful, Red?" Spike smirked. "But that’s the whole point. How can you ever learn to be subservient to me, if I don’t quell you like an animal?"

"How about if I promise to be subservient and act just how your pet should act?"

Spike pondered the proposition for a moment. Then he shook his head.

"No pet, that just wouldn’t do. It just wouldn’t feel right. Besides, what can I say? - I love to maim and cause pain. Now, stand up, there’s a good little pet, and let me just chain you up here," Spike stood up and gestured to the manacles and chains in the corner.

"Uh, no, I think emphatically not!" Willow said, as she shook her head.

Spike had decided that was enough. He was quite pleased that his newest pet had spunk and courage, but he was sick of her retorts for now, and just wanted to hurt and/or maim her. He wasn’t picky.

Spike pulled on Willow’s arms, almost dislocating her left shoulder. He shoved her up against the wall, and clasped the manacles about her wrists and ankles. Willow started whimpering.

"Shut up!" snarled Spike as he backhanded her hard enough to cause bruising. "Look at me!"

Willow turned her head to face him, only to meet his cold blue eyes.

"Good girl." Spike smiled and let go of her. Willow’s eyes dropped to the ground.

"No!" roared Spike. He lunged forward and roughly grabbed her face, his nails digging into her flesh and drawing blood. "When I tell you to do something you do it then and only then! And did I tell you to stop looking at me?!" Willow found herself looking into the amber eyes of the demon, and she became tense with fear.

The chains were removed from Willow, and she was turned around and the shackles were put back on her. All the while Spike growled.

"You will learn, Pet. You will learn to obey me, my each and every whim, without thought."

Willow could hear Spike behind her, crashing around, but she was too afraid to turn around and see what he was doing. Suddenly the noises stopped, and Spike whispered into Willow’s ear.

"You will learn to obey…me."

***

Oz didn’t know what to do. A vampire! A *vampire* had Willow! *His* Willow! The wolf felt threatened for his mate. What was a werewolf to do, when his mate was missing, possibly dead, thanks to a vampire? Buffy! Giles! Angel! For all Oz was tired of them all, and just wished that Buffy and Angel would forget their petty arguments, he knew that the three of them would be his best hope of finding Willow - alive or otherwise.

Oz turned and ran in the direction of the library. Hopefully Giles was still there.

***

Willow heard a whistling noise, and was then hit by something. Extreme pain flooded through her body, focusing on her back. She underwent the same thing, in exactly the same spot. She realised that Spike was whipping her, and momentarily felt grateful that his whip of choice was not a cat-o-nine-tails.

He whipped her again, and she screamed, a long, high pitched scream. He whipped her again, and again, alternating between her back, her bottom, and her thighs, and she screamed with every strike, until she was hoarse.

Spike quietly talked to her with every lash.

"You are now my pet." Each word was perfectly enunciated in his British drawl. "You will do only as I tell you to. No more, and certainly no less." And so it went on.

Then Willow felt something cold and damp on her back, moving over the wounds. It took her a minute to realise that it was Spike’s tongue. He licked every wound, and then released her and carried her over to the bed and laid her flat on her stomach, careful no to injure a single wound. He looked her over, and released an unneeded sigh of regret.

"I’m sorry about that Pet. I didn’t mean to get so carried away."

Spike laid down beside Willow on the bed, but on his back. She cringed away from him slightly. This made Spike frown.

‘Bloody hell, I’ve done it now!’ the pom thought. ‘I want her as a witty and fiery pet, not a bloody wreak of skin and bones who’s too afraid to even look at me!’ Spike realised that there was much work to be done if he ever wanted Willow to not cringe away from him. He leapt up from the bed and left the room.

***

"Vampire?! Are you sure?"

"Giles, I know what a vampire looks like."

"Oh my, th-this is very bad. We must call Buffy immediately."

***

Willow had fallen asleep, and had awoken to feel cream being put on her back, and Spike looking at her with what looked like concern.

‘Spike? Concern? For me? No, I don’t think so.’

Spike noticed Willow looking at him, and quickly masked his concern behind an air of indifference and callous curiosity.

"So, Jane, the back. How is it?"

"It will be fine in a while. I haven’t treated human’s in twenty years, but these wounds are not very deep, so I doubt they will take long to heal. I would recommend keeping her on her stomach, if you want to keep her out of pain."

"Ta luv" Spike said, walking the vampire (and former doctor) to the door.

"I’m sorry pet."

Willow looked at Spike with cold eyes.

‘What is he trying to pull? Why can’t the bastard just kill me?’ she thought.

Spike grabbed a chair from the other side of the room, and pulled it up next to the bed. Willow turned her head to face the other way, not caring what the consequences were.

Spike spoke.

"You can do that if you wish to luv. I realise that I was a bit harsh in my whipping of you, and I apologise for th-"

"Why?" Willow mumbled out, not realising she had spoken aloud.

"Because I don’t want you to hate me."

Willow pondered over that statement, and she could find no faults in it. Her voice still hoarse from screaming, she spoke again in a whisper.

"I’ve hated you for years. Why do you want me to stop now?"

"Because you seem like a nice, sane girl, and I need a nice sane girl to listen to my problems. I’ve known since I kidnapped you last year that you would stand up to me, but still obey me, and that’s what I want. You’ll find it’s not really all that bad being my pet. I was just threatening you for the look of the thing. Demon hype and all. I didn’t mean to whip you. That was spur of the moment."

Willow was silent.

Spike decided to fill the silence.

"Perhaps you’re wondering what I’m doing back in Sunnyhell? Well, after I left you and the whelp at the factory…"

***

"Giles, I’m here! What’s the what?"

"Buffy, I have some bad news. A vampire has Willow."

A THUD! reverberated through the library.

"Xander! Xander! Wake up! Damn you!"

"Leave him. We have other concerns."

"Yeah, like rescuing Willow!"

"Buffy, we have to face the possibility that Willow may be dead…or a vampire."

"No!"

*Crash*

"Oz, would you please refrain from destroying my library?"

"No! Willow is not dead! I would know it!"

"Oz-"

"No!"

***

"So now the tart is after Thorn, who is *engaged* to Macy. She’s simply changed family members again. From father to son, then brother to brother. We have words for those kind of women in England. And they’re not nice words."

Willow giggled.

Somehow, Spike had lifted her perception of him, *and* had managed to make her laugh. He too, was impressed.

They had spent the rest of the day speaking, and most of the night talking. Spike had left her shortly before midnight, to conduct his meeting. He went downstairs.

"I am the new master" he said "and I want a major domo. I’m sure you all know my history, so I’m sure you know exactly what that entails. Fight amongst yourselves. I want my major domo here, waiting for me, in this spot, half an hour after the next sunset."

He then left and went back upstairs to Willow.

"How much of the eighties can you remember?"

"Some" Willow replied timidly.

"Do you remember the Smurfs and the Snorks?"

"Of course."
 

"Hated the bloody Smurfs. Liked that Gargamel bloke though. An incompetent, but likeable. The snorks were much better."

***

Buffy staked a vampire, then leapt over another one and pinned him to the ground.

"Where is she?" She demanded, stake to the vampire’s heart.

"Who?"

"Willow!"

The vampire looked at her in dumb confusion.

"Short red hair. Taken two nights ago."

The vampire snorted.

"How should I know? Do I look psychic to you?"

Buffy staked the vampire.

Angel sighed.

"Buffy, this is getting us nowhere. The sun will be up soon. Give it up and let’s go."

Buffy glared at him and bit off a retort as she stood up, brushed off her pants, and marched off, Angel following behind her.
 
 

~Part Five~

"How’s the back, Red?"

Willow flinched at the mention of her back and sighed.

"It’s - It hurts, Spike. But what would you expect? You whipped me, and I’m human, not vamp." Willow cringed as she heard the reprehension in her voice, and prepared herself to be hit.

"Pet," said Spike in a warning voice, "you’re cringing again. What did I tell you about cringing?"

Willow sighed again. "Not to do it" she said.

"That’s correct, Pet. The only question now is - how will I punish you for disobeying me *again*?"

"It was only a little disobey."

"So then I guess I’ll just punish you a little bit, shall I Red?"

"Spike, please" Willow whispered.

"Please what, Pet?"

"You’ve done the torturing into submission thing. Please don’t hit me any more."

"Okay." Spike leant back calmly into his chair.

"Wh-what?" Willow was more that a little surprised that he had capitulated to her plea with so little pleading on her part.

"You’re right. I’ve whipped you until you were cowering, and you’re now lying naked, on your stomach, on my bed."

"Your bed? I’m in your bed?!" For some reason, this bothered Willow a lot.

"Yes Pet. My bed. And look, you’re the splendid conversationalist that I thought you were going to be. You’ve certainly kept me amused."

"It’s nice that I can amuse you, Spike. Now about my nudity-"

Spike leered and winked suggestively at her.

"What about it luv?"

"Can I be not naked? Only, I feel able to sit up now, and I’d like to do it without exposing myself."

"Why, Pet? After all, I’ve seen it all."

"Do you want me to do my resolve face?"

Spike had heard about Willow’s resolve face, and was eager to see it.

"Oh yeah, I would *love* for you to do your resolve face."

Willow did her resolve face.

Spike laughed.

"Very nice Red. But I’m not convinced. If you must cover yourself, use your sheets."

Willow scowled at Spike as a knock sounded on the door.

Spike got up to answer the door. As he flung it open, Willow sat up and wrapped the sheets around herself.

Spike gestured for the minion at the door to enter the room. The minion glared at Willow and carried a tray over to the bed, as Willow started to get off it.

"Red" growled Spike "where are you going?"

"To the bathroom" Willow said, as she shuffled towards the door.

"Fine" said Spike, pointing down the hall, "the loo is that door there."

Spike watched Willow as she shuffled out of the room.

"Spike" growled the minion.

"What!" snapped Spike, his eyes never leaving Willow’s form until she shut the toilet door.

"You are acting disgracefully."

"I’m what?!" roared Spike, outraged, turning to look at the minion.

"You have a friend of the Slayer captive - have held her for two nights now - and she is alive and moving! You are disgracing us! You are not fit to be master!"

Spike roared and launched himself at the minion, never noticing the toilet door opening and Willow walking out. She crept down the hallway and down the stairs.

"Willow!"

Halfway down the stairs, she heard Spike’s roar. She started running, as fast as her severely injured legs could carry her. She made it out the front door just before him. Fortunately for her, it was day. She heard a roar from within the house as she darted out the door, and recognised that it was Spike. She shuddered, but straightened as she realised that he couldn’t get at her as it was day. There was a pounding on the door behind her, and she jumped. She moved away from the door, as she looked around and, recognising the part of town she was in, started off for home.

Spike meanwhile, had snapped the neck of the wayward minion and turned back to face the toilet, only to notice that the door was partially open. He pushed it all the way in, and saw that the toilet was empty. He dashed to the stairs and down them. He saw Willow on the stairs and roared her name. Startled, she started running, and was out the door just before he could reach her.

"Red!" He yelled in rage. He pounded on the door, and then turned around and started throwing things.

‘Just wait until it gets dark’ he thought, ‘then I’ll show that little witch.’

***

Willow hurried home. She wanted to find her friends, and reassure them that she was all right.

As she came up to her house, she noticed her mother’s car in the driveway.

‘Great’ Willow thought, ‘just when I *definitely* do not want her here, she decides to make an appearance.’

Fortunately, luck was on Willow’s side, and she made it into the house and into the bathroom without her mother seeing her. Just as she shut the bathroom door though, she heard her mother’s voice.

"Willow honey, is that you?"

"Yeah mom, it’s me" Willow yelled as she shed the sheet and had a look at herself in the mirror. She winced. It looked like she would be wearing baggy clothes for several weeks to come.

The door started to open, and Willow slammed against it, yelling as it hit her side.

"How are you today honey? I thought we could chat. I haven’t seen you in a while so I though that I would come and spend some time with you."

‘Bugger it’ she thought - she had been spending too much time talking to Spike and had picked up some of his more used phrases. ‘She picks *now* to bond?’

"I’m fine mom!" She yelled as she tried to shut the door. "Can we maybe talk later? I wanna have a shower, and then I have to meet Bu- uh, Xander." She stopped, realising the folly of using Buffy’s name to her mother, who didn’t approve of her.

"Honey, I have seen you naked before. I just thought we could talk…"

"No!" said Willow sharply. "I mean, uh, no mom, I would really rather take this shower without you in the room. I’ve become really shy lately."

"Okay then honey. I’ll see you later."

Willow sighed a sigh of relief as she got into the shower and turned the tap on. To be under the water hurt her wounds, but she knew she would feel better if she could just get clean.

Not that Spike hadn’t treated her well. That had been the surprising thing. He had had her fed, and he had had a minion towel her down with a wet towel. And after that initial whipping, he had not touched her. He had threatened her, but he hadn’t harmed her in any way.

‘Weird’ thought Willow as she turned off the tap. ‘That Spike could have a friend of the Slayer that close, and not do anything.’ But then again, when Spike had kidnapped Willow and Xander in his search for a love spell, he hadn’t harmed them - well, not physically. "Yeah, and Cordy still hates me for it." She said out loud, thinking of the kiss she and Xander had shared.

Willow dashed across the hall to her bedroom, even though she knew her mother wasn’t home.

She rummaged through her wardrobe, to see what she could wear. Willow blushed as she realised she would have to go out wearing no underwear. She had no choice, as it hurt too much to have the elastic catching on her body. She slipped on a loose jumper, and a loose skirt that reached down to her ankles.

Willow left to go and find her friends. She would have to hurry though, as it was getting dark very quickly.

***

Willow made it to her friends just as the sun went down.

She slammed the door.

"Buffy!" said Giles sternly as he looked up. "How many times have I told you to…Willow?" Giles jumped up and hugged Willow hard. Willow had to suppress a groan as he touched her wounds inadvertently.

"S-Sorry" he stuttered as he adjusted his glasses. "We were very worried about you. Where were you?"

Willow opened her mouth to speak, as the door behind her opened and in strode Buffy and Xander.

"Giles, I - Willow!"

Willow was suddenly surrounded by a whole mass of Buffy and Xander, and felt a strange deja vu related to when her doppelganger was in town.

"Ah guys" she said, "I need to breathe" although what was really paining her were her wounds from Spike and his overenthusiastic whipping.

The grip on her that Buffy and Xander had was only marginally loosened.

"Willow?"

Willow groaned inwardly. Great. Angel had arrived. Buffy and Xander released Willow, only to have her enveloped by the dark haired vampire. This hug hurt her more, as Angel was crushing her.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he released her. "You smell different."

"Ew! Angel!" exclaimed Cordelia. "Not that we care or anything, but…vampire?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" asked Willow cautiously.

"Oz said there was a vampire that smelled like you."

"A vampire?" Willow laughed nervously. "Did he say what h-*it* looked like?"

"Now you ask, Will, he didn’t. Why?" said Buffy.

"No reason. Uh… the party. I got drunk."

"Yeah Wills, we know. And after you tottered out of that house?"

"I, uh, wandered off somewhere, a-and I kinda passed out. I was lost, so it took me a while to get home after I woke up." For some reason, she didn’t want to reveal Spike’s involvement, or his return to Sunnydale.

"Two days?!"

"Yeah, well, I was really lost. So, where’s Oz?" Willow asked brightly, in an attempt to change the subject.

"Cage, cause…full moon. See?" said Buffy, pointing to the cage where Oz was pacing in a curiously un-Oz fashion.

As Buffy nattered on, Willow stole a glance at each of her friends. All of them seemed to accept her story, except for Angel, who looked a bit dubious.

‘No matter’ thought Willow, ‘it’s not as if he’s going to get close enough to any of Spike’s vamps to find out.’

***

"Stupid bloody humans!" yelled Spike. "How dare she! How could she?!"

Spike was furious. The little girl had tricked him. She had tricked *him*! William the Bloody had been tricked by a fiery red haired mortal witch.

Spike paused his rampage, and slowly put down the irreplaceable antique vase he had been about to throw.

Calmly, he thought to himself.

‘She tricked me. Whilst that was foolish and I shall have to punish her, it was also very clever and brave of her. Thus making her a worthy pet… and maybe more.’

Although he was loathe to admit it, he was lonely without the constant companionship he had had with Dru for over a hundred years. Willow was perhaps exactly what he needed.

‘That’s what I’ll do’ thought Spike. ‘I’ll turn her…willingly.’

Spike turned around, and noticed a male vampire standing, looking at him.

"What are you looking at mate?" Spike growled menacingly.

"I’m your major domo, Master. I am Thomas."

Spike looked up, startled. He strode to the window, and pulled the curtain away. It was dark outside. He had been so upset with Willow, he hadn’t felt the sun set. He turned back to Thomas, who looked composed and competent.

"Well, Tom, *mate*, welcome to the family."

Spike grinned.

His unlife was suddenly looking just *grand*.
 

next