Email: Slayerkitty@yahoo.com
Rating: R, NC-17 eventually...
Pairing: Willow/Spike, as always!
Summary: Spike kidnaps Willow, but which one of them is the real captive?
Spoilers: Up to early season 3, then totally AU from there.
Disclaimer: Joss and Grr Argh own all. I own absolutely nothing, however I still have hopes that Joss may one day take pity on me, and give me my very own Spikey to play with... ; )
Notes: AU version of "Lover's Walk". Xander and Willow are carrying on their little affair, Angel is back from Hell and back with Buffy, and Spike and Drusilla were never romantically involved, and Spike is obsessed with our favorite redhaired witch/hacker...
Dedication: Oh my gosh! So many people! Angel S., Wic, Red, Myst, Meggy, Lady, Cat, Rylie, Alex, Hel, SpikedLuv, GP, and everyone else who kept at me to keep writing in spite of my horrible case of writer's block. Thanks, guys! I love you all!
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He was back again.
Back to the town he swore he'd never return to.
He should of known he'd be back. He would be in Sunnyhell as long as she was here.
His obsession. The beautiful girl that called to his demon, the girl he ached to claim as his own. His beautiful redhaired obsession.
He had first noticed her the year before, back before the poof lost his soul. It was on Halloween he came across her. Everyone had turned into their costumes, and the Slayer had become a helpless 18th century maiden. He had set out to kill the Slayer while she was rendered helpless, but his plans came to an abrupt halt when, on his way to the warehouse he knew the Slayer and her band of do-gooders were hiding, he came across the loveliest vision he'd ever seen.
Her blood-colored hair was piled on top of her head, wisps and tendrils framing her face. Her green eyes glittered, and her milky pale skin fairly glowed in the moonlight. The outfit she was wearing, a tight crimson top, black leather skirt, and boots, only added to her beauty. He never made it to the warehouse that night, spending the night trailing the pretty redhead, drinking in her every movement.
It was that night he decided she would belong to him.
He spent all the time he could watching her, following her, silently protecting her. For some reason, the little redhead brought out his more protective instincts, and the protective instincts of his demon. He couldn't count the nights he spent outside her house, on her balcony, watching her sleep, making sure she was safe, until the first lights of dawn made him seek refuge, and he had to leave her, until night fell again.
So he would leave, and head home, without her.
Each time he left her, the ache to take her with him grew stronger and stronger. The ache was slightly eased by his dreams, where he could always find her.
He spent months watching her. It didn't bother him that she was one of the Slayer's inner circle, if anything that made her all the more tempting. The more he found out about her, the more he knew she was meant to be his.
His determination to have her was only strengthened when Drusilla told him "the stars" had said the "Fiery Tree" was meant for him.
But then he left, taking his insane sister with him, when Angelus was once again cursed with a soul.
Now, it was a year later.
And he was back in Sunnydale.
Back for her.
He had been pathetic before, he knew. Staying in the shadows, watching, pining for her from afar. He had acted like bloody Soulboy, he knew.
Not this time, though.
He wasn't Soulboy. He was William the Bloody. He didn't *pine*. He took what was his! And the redhaired beauty was his to take!
Yes, he had wasted far too much time. It was time to make her his.
He climbed the trellis, landing on her balcony silently. Her light was on, and his eyes softened as he saw her for the first time in over a year. After a moment, the softness left his eyes, and they flashed amber, and filled with anger. His demon howled in anger, possessiveness, and jealousy.
The Slayer's other friend, the dark-haired boy, was kissing the redhead! *His* redhead! Spike's demon raged. Spike snarled, and jumped down off the balcony, landing soundlessly on the ground. He growled continuously as he made his way back to the mansion. It appeared he wasn't the only one who had discovered the gem that was Willow. Spike snarled again. He wasn't about to lose the redhead, not before he ever really had her. His blue eyes lit coldly, a wicked idea forming in his head. He smirked as he thought it over. It was perfect. By the end of the week, his little witch would be in his arms, and far away from the idiot-boy who dared touch her. He smirked wickedly as he made his way back to the mansion.
Meanwhile, the girl of the vampire's longings and the boy of his hatred continued to kiss, oblivious to the world, and to the thoughts of the bleached blonde vampire.