// indicate Spike's daydreams.
 

~Part 1~

//Her lovely copper hair was spread out across his
pillow, as she lay across his bed. She writhed as he
pounded into her as she screamed his name delightfully
with every thrust...//

"Yo! Bleach boy!" Buffy yelled, snapping her fingers
in front of Spike's face.

Spike blinked afew times, and realized that he wasn't
making love to Red, but sitting on the Watcher's
couch, the stupid Slayer and her friends were nearby.
"What the hell do you want, Slutty?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine, call me names,
Fangless, I don't care. *I'm* going on a date with
Riley tonight, so someone else has to babysit the
neutered puppy."

Spike flipped her off.

"Buffy, be nice. Leave Spike alone." Willow chided.

"Well, I would, but Anya and I are going to a movie.
Right, honey?" Xander said.

Anya nodded. "Yes, then we are going to have sex."

Xander rolled his eyes. "Hon, that isn't something we
discuss in public."

Anya shrugged. "Well, we can't do it. How about
Willow? She has no life."

Willow flinched at Anya's comment. No one but Spike
noticed.

Buffy brightened. "Hey, yeah! You're not busy
tonight? Wait, of course not! Why would you be? You're
the best, Wills!" Buffy rambled, before dashing out
the house.

Willow lowered her reddening face at Buffy's stinging
words. Again, no one but Spike noticed. Buffy popped
her head back in the door. "Will. That reminds me. Can
you make a copy of your psych notes for me? I was too
busy, and all you do is study, so I figured you
wouldn't mind doing it. Bye!"

Xander and Anya left, muttering goodbyes.

"Willow? Would you mind cross-referencing some things
on the computer for me?"

"Giles, I-" Willow started softly.

The Englishman sat a stack of old dusty books on the
table next to her. "You can start with these, there's
more on the shelf." Giles picked up his coat, and
left.

Willow looked from the stack of books to the door to
her textbook, back to the books. She silently picked
up a book, and began typing on the computer.

Spike watched her, rage boiling in his veins. How
dare they treat her like that! No one treated his mate
that way! Spike paused, stunned when he realized what
he had just thought. Willow. His mate. He felt the
demon surge when he thought of claiming Willow. Making
Willow his mate. He was suprised how...right that
sounded. Willow by his side for eternity. He had
wasted too much time on that simpering bitch Drusilla.
He had even come back, and tried to get Red to do a
love spell on Drusilla. He shook his head. He was such
a moron! He had had Willow, and he let her go. At
least he had the presence of mind to stake the undead
whore when he got back to Brazil. He came back for
Willow, and tried to bite her, but found that he had
been defanged. He had spent the past year, biding his
time, waiting for an oppertunity to make her his. And
the Slayer had thrown the oppertunity at his feet. He
had been stupid enough to have her, and let her go.

But not this time. This time he was going to get her.
Forever.
 

~Part 2~

Willow sighed, tears blurring her vision. She
couldn't believe her friends had said those things to
her. How they just assumed she didn't have plans. How
Anya thought she didn't have a life. How Buffy thought
all she did was study, and would willingly do her
homework for her. How Giles assumed she would catalog
his books for him. She was angry. She wanted to yell
at them for taking advantage of her, *always* taking
advantage of her, never caring about her. She wanted
to make them feel as bad as they made her feel. She
knew if she yelled at them, they'd all hate her, yet
they were all she had, so she didn't.

Spike watched his little redhead sadly. He could tell
she was hurt by what her "friend" Buffy said about
her. Spike moaned softly when he heard his sweet
Willow start crying. He walked over to her, kneeling
next to her chair. "Pet..."

Willow turned away from the blonde, ashamed for
crying over something so stupid.

Spike to her hand. "Luv, look at me."

Willow glanced at him, wiping her eyes with a hand.
"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Spike asked. "You didn't do anything."

"For getting upset." Willow sniffled.

Spike stared at her incrediously. "You have every
right to be upset. Hell, you have the right to rip off
Slutty's tongue and feed it to her thick-headed
soldier boy toy."

Willow giggled. "That was mean."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "I'm a demon, luv."

"Not to me." Willow replied.

Spike's still heart fluttered at the redhead's
innocent declaration. (She doesn't think of me as a
demon! If she feels even half of what I feel for
her...)

"They're right, though." Willow's soft words
penetrated Spike's brain.

"What?" Spike asked, confused.

"They're right. I don't go to parties, I never go
out. Anya's right. I don't have a life. Giles thinks
all I'm good for is to use the computer, Buffy always
expects me to do her homework. No guys ever even look
at me with Buffy around. Am I really *that* geeky? Am
I really *that* ugly?"

Spike pulled her into his arms, rocking her as she
cried softly. He growled softly, cursing the stupid
Slayer for making this brilliant siren doubt herself.
(How can she think that she's ugly?! She the most
bloody beautiful creature I've ever seen!) "Shhh.
You're wonderful, luv. They just don't see it." (But I
do.) Spike thought silently, wishing he didn't have
that blasted chip so he could tear Bitchy and her
cronies apart for making Willow feel so unnecesary and
unattractive. (But that's what I'm for. I show my
little Princess how wonderful, desirable, and
fantastic she really is. Show her how much I love
her.) He stroked her hair. "They're idiots. It's
alright." (They don't love you like I do, baby.)

Willow pulled away sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I-I better
finish this research for Giles." She turned back to
the computer, avoiding Spike's gaze. He sighed, and
sat back down on the couch, again cursing the slutty
Slayers name for hurting his chosen mate so.
 

~Part 3~

"I'm sorry."

"Will, how could you?! I *needed* those notes!"

Spike walked in to see the Slayer whining at Willow.
Spike looked at his redhead. "What's the problem,
ducks?"

"I'll tell you!" Buffy exclaimed before Willow could
talk. "I asked Willow to copy her psych notes, and she
forgot!"

"However could she forget to bow down to the Slayer,
and cater to her every need?" Spike asked
sarcastically, hating the selfish bitch more and more
with each passing moment.

Buffy glared at the vampire. "What are *you* doing
here?"

Spike snorted. "I live here, Slutty. Remember me?
Chipped vamp who lives with the Watcher git?"

"I am not a 'git'" Giles replied as he walked into
the room. "Where were you anyway?"

Spike rolled his eyes. "I was out of smokes, and had
to go buy more. Is that okay, Dad?"

Giles glared at him. "There is no need for sarcasm,
Spike."

"It's me defense mechinism." Spike mock sniffled.
"Now that I can't kill."

Buffy turned to her Watcher. "I'm leaving. If you
wanna do me a favor, stake him." She jabbed her thumb
in the blonde vampire's direction, shooting him a
disgusted look before leaving. Giles shook his head,
and turned to the redhead. "Willow, did you finish
cross-referencing those books?"

Willow shook her head. "Not completely."

Giles nodded. "Okay. Do that, and I'll be back in a
little bit." He left as well, leaving the redhead
alone with the vampire.

"Gee, what about a 'please' or a 'thank you'?" Willow
plopped on the couch. "They make me so mad sometimes!"

Spike raised a scarred brow. His Fire Goddess was
pissed off, making him want her even more. "Sound a
little angry, pet."

She turned her glare to Spike, green eyes blazing.
"Of *course* I'm angry! And not just a little angry,
I'm alo angry! They just assume I'll do anything they
want! Like I don't have anything better to do than be
Research Girl, and Homework Girl. And I'm sick of
being Doormat Girl!!"

"Good for you, luv." Spike said, proud of her for
expressing her real feelings.

"Who do they think they are, thinking they can boss
me around. Who died and made them God?" Willow lowered
her eyes. "But I can't say anything."

"Why not?" Spike asked.

"Because they would hate me. They would quit talking
to me. Then what?" Willow whispered.

"You'd have me..." Spike offered.

Willow smiled. "Thanks, but that's not really the
same. No offense, but you're not Buffy."

"Thank God for that." Spike muttered, causing Willow
to giggle.

"I mean, Buffy's the only female friend I have."
Willow explained. "Would you want to gossip about
boys?"

Spike made a face. "Hell, no."

Willow smiled. "See?" She looked away, her smile
gone. "I...I don't have anyone else. They're...they're
my family."

"What about your parents?" Spike asked curiously. He
had never heard about them.

She snickered. "What are those?" She smiled slightly.
"The last time I saw my parents was shortly after
Angel came back from Hell. Then they left on
*business*." Willow explained, mocking the word
business.

Spike's mouth dropped open. "What about your
graduation?"

Willow rolled her eyes. "Please, like my parents
could leave their careers long enough to see their
only child graduate from high school."

"I'm sorry, luv." Spike said sincerely, vowing after
he lost the chip and turned his Princess to make her
parent's death as painful (and violent) as possible.

Willow shrugged. "I'm used to it."

Spike was seething. Anyone his love had cared about
had taken advantage of her, her friends, her parents,
her werewolf ex-boyfriend. He would never take
advantage of her. He would treat her like the
priceless, beautiful jewel she really was.
 

~Part 4~

"Hello, Princess." Spike greeted as Willow walked
through the front door. She rolled her eyes. Over the
past week he seemed to have come up with a multitude
of nicknames for her, like ducks, or pet, or luv, and
Red, and Princess. She put a hand on her hip. "Spike,
do you even know what my real name is?"

"Sure I do, ducks." Spike replied. "It's Willow."

"Good. Start using it." Willow retorted.

"Whatever you say, Red." Spike grinned.

Willow growled in exasperation. "You are so
annoying!"

Spike's grin grew wider. "I know."

Willow scowled. "Leave me alone."

Spike smiled, loving incurring the redhead's wrath.
"Sorry."

Willow gasped in mock-shock. "Did the great almighty
Spike just apologize? Hell must of just froze over!"

Spike made a face. "Shut it, ducks." He was happy she
was joking and laughing again. They smiled at each
other.

The moment was ruined when Xander and Anya barged
into the room. "Hey Will, Deadboy Junior."

Spike scowled. "Moron. Ex-Demon chit."

Xander looked at the redhead. "We can't stay. Will,
I'm gonna have to bail out on tonight."

Willow frowned. "Why?" Willow, Buffy, Riley, Anya,
and Xander were going to have a moviefest, or at least
that's what they had planned.

"Well, Anya and I are having dinner with my parents.
Sorry, Will. You and Buff have fun, okay?" Xander and
his girlfriend left.

"What's going on tonight, pet?" Spike asked
curiously.

"Xander, Anya, Buffy, Riley, and I were gonna go to
my house and watch movies." Willow replied.

"Oh." Spike replied, jealous and a little hurt she
didn't invite him too.

"Hey, I meant to ask you. What movie do you want to
get?" Willow asked.

"Huh?" Spike said dumbly, knowing he must sound like
an idiot.

"What movie do you wanna watch tonight? Everyone's
picking out a movie." Willow answered.

"What? I'm invited?" Spike asked, a tinge of hope in
his voice.

Willow giggled. "Of course, silly!"

Spike grinned. "That's easy. How about a comedy?"

Willow nodded. "Okay! What comedy?"

"Silence of the Lambs, of course." Spike replied, as
if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Willow looked at him for a long moment. "Spike, that
isn't a comedy."

Spike shrugged. "I thought it was funny."

Willow giggled. "Spike, it's a horror movie."

Spike shrugged again. "Wasn't scary to me. Reminds me
of the time in Edinburgh I took Dru to the picture
theater to see Psycho. She thought it was a comedy,
and kept laughing. Damn insane chit ended up getting
us kicked out."

"Really?" Willow asked.

Spike nodded. "Yeah. It was okay, though. I drained
the usher. Haven't been to a picture theater since."

Willow snorted. "I can see why." Willow sighed, and
turned to look at the vampire. "Do you miss her?"

Spike was completely taken aback. "Miss who?
Drusilla?"

Willow nodded her head. "Yeah. I mean, you loved
her."

"No." Spike replied. "I didn't really love her. If I
did, I wouldn't of staked her."

Willow looked at the blonde in surprise. That was the
last answer she was expecting. "You...you killed her?"

Spike nodded, and looked Willow directly in the eye.
"I was tired of her, and she stood in my way of
getting what I really wanted."

Willow looked away, something in the vampire's blue
gaze unsettled her. The phone rang suddenly, startling
the couple. Willow answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, Will." The voice greeted.

"Hey, Buffy. What's up?"

"Well..." The Slayer paused. "Riley and I can't make
it to your place tonight."

"What?" Willow asked. "Why?"

"Riley isn't feeling good. He has a fever. I'm gonna
stay here and take care of him. You know, ginger ale,
chicken noodle soup, standard flu bug type stuff."

Willow sighed. "Okay. Tell Riley I hope he feels
better."

"I will! Bye, Will!" Buffy chirped, and hanging up.
 

"What did Bitchy want?" Spike asked.

Willow ran a hand through her hair. "Riley's sick, so
Buffy is going to stay with him. She's not a bitch."

Spike smiled. "She's not?"

"No..." Willow replied, her defense of the Slayer
sounding weak, even to her.

Spike laughed. "Let's go get the flicks."

Willow stood up, then stopped. She looked back to the
stack of books by the computer biting her lip.

Spike watched her, never wanting anything as much as
he wanted to  nibble on the redhead's lips. He groaned
inwardly. He was almost as bad as Nancyboy. "What's
wrong, ducks?"

"Giles wanted me to finish cross-refrencing those
books." Willow told him.

Spike glanced at the books dismissively. "Screw that,
and screw the Watcher too!"

Willow grabbed her coat, and made a face. "Please
never ever say that again. Makes me nauseous."

Spike chuckled again, and held the door open for her.
"Let's go. The whole damn house makes me want to
heave."

***

Willow opened the door to Giles'. "Thanks for
carrying the videos, Spike!" She called over her
shoulder.

The blonde vampire followed her in grumbling,
carrying the stack of videos. "You bloody well owe me
for this, pet."

"Where have you been?!" A voice barked, causing
Willow to jump. Giles glared at her angrily.

"We went out to get movies." Willow told him softly.
"I'll finish them tomorrow, okay?"

Giles scowled. "Forget it. I'll do it myself. I
thought you were responsible, Willow. It's bad enough
the others left to go party, I was counting on you!"

"I'll...what? Party?" Willow asked.

Giles nodded. "Buffy called to tell me after patrol
she and the others are going to the Bronze."

Willow shook her head. "No. Xander and Anya are
having dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Harris, and Riley's
sick so Buffy is taking care of him."

Giles shrugged. "I'm just telling you what Buffy told
me." The Watcher walked into his kitchen.

Willow sunk down on the couch. "The Bronze? Why would
they lie to me?"

Spike sat down next to her. "Now, pet, we don't know
that for sure. Maybe the Watcher got mixed up. Let's
go down to the Bronze and see."

***

Willow craned her neck to see over the masses of
people dancing to the techno music. She glanced around
at the people sitting at tables and froze. Spike
turned his eyes in the direction the redhead was
looking and saw them. The Slayer, her commando
boy-toy, the moron and the demon girl were sitting at
a table laughing. Willow started walking over towards
them, followed by Spike. The redhead stood a distance
from the table. He didn't think she couldn't hear the
conversation, but Spike could with his enhanced
hearing.

"So, I told her Riley was sick, and we couldn't go!"
The Slayer chuckled. "I can't believe she bought it."

Xander nodded. "You know I love Wills, but she can be
so damn boring sometimes. Movie night? Boring."

"It's no wonder the werewolf left her." Anya said
bluntly. "I was suprised she even had a boyfriend. He
must of been desperate."

"Hey!" Buffy defended. "She's not that bad! She's
good for homework, and research."

Spike was seething. How dare they say such horrible
things about Willow. She was the best friend those
losers could ever hope for, and look how they treated
her! He would enjoy killing them, that was for sure.
He looked over at the redhead, and saw the tears in
her eyes. She *had* heard what her 'friends' were
saying. Spike tuned back into the conversation.

"Are you kidding?" Anya said to Buffy. "You'd be
better off without her. I mean, she can't fight, she
always screws up her magick, and she wears ugly
clothes. She's pathetic."

Willow waited for Buffy or Xander to deny what Anya
said. She sobbed softly and turned and ran.

Buffy looked up to see Spike standing a few feet
away. He glared murderously at her, before turning and
leaving.

***

"Pet, wait!" Spike called after the redhead who was
running through the park. He growled and took off
after her. He caught up to her easily, and grabbed her
arm to turn her to face him. "Luv..."

"Did you know they were going to be there? Were you
in on it? Did you all have a good laugh at my
expense?" She sobbed.

"What?" Spike asked. "Pet, I had no idea they would
be there, I swear it."

Willow yanked her arm away. "Go away. Just...just
leave me alone." Willow sobbed before she fell to the
ground, crying hard. Spike pulled her into his arms
and shushed her. "Shh, pet. It's okay, baby. I'm
here...I'll take care of you...."
 

~Part 5~

// He watched as she drained the mortal, her fiery
hair and amber eyes glowing in the dark of the night.
She dropped the corpse and stalked over to him. She
kissed him savagely, rubbing up against him as her
hands ran over his hard chest. She sliced her tongue
on one of her fangs and kissed him again as he drank
her rich blood. She pulled away, nuzzling his neck,
and purring. "My poor Spike." She whispered, biting
down on his earlobe. "Chipped by those mean commandos.
I'll make you feel better, my love." She pressed up
against him, placing little kisses and nips down his
neck before sinking her fangs in his neck, marking
him, claiming him as hers...//

Spike woke up, taking in unneeded breaths. The sight
of Willow as a vampire in game face made him so hard.
The dream had seemed so real. He swore he could taste
her sweet blood, and feel her leather clad body
against him as he held her, feel her fangs sink into
his neck as she claimed him as hers, the pleasure of
her bite. He moaned softly, and reached down to stroke
his throbbing erection, replaying the vision of the
redheaded leather-clad siren in his head. He was going
to have her, *needed* to have her, regardless of the
chip or not. She was his.

***

Willow inwardly sighed as she listened to the Slayer
talk. Buffy was her best friend, but the blonde could
be so self-absorbed sometimes.

"So, next week Riley and I are going to this party at
his frat house. It's going to be huge! Everyone will
be there. You should go."

"What?" Willow said, not following the logic. "I
don't do parties, Buffy."

Buffy sighed. "That's the problem. You never go to
parties. You need to spend less time studying, and
more time having fun."

"I have fun working on my spells." Willow commented.

Buffy snorted. "Yeah, and we know how that's going."
She softened her tone. "Look. Just come to this one
party with us. Riley says he knows a guy that would be
perfect for you. Hey! Why don't we all go on a
double-date tomorrow night! And if you guys really hit
it off, you can go to the party with him next week."

"But-" Willow started to protest.

"Great!" Buffy chirped. "I'll have Riley tell him. We
can meet out in the quad tomorrow night."

The redhead made a face. "I don't know..."

Buffy blew out a long exasperated breath. "Will, you
will never find a guy if you don't take chances!"

Willow blinked, surprised. "Well, Oz-"

"Oz is gone. And he isn't coming back, no matter how
much you want to believe he is. You need to move on."
The Slayer snapped.

Willow felt her eyes prickling with tears at the
other girl's harsh tone.

"So," Buffy continued brightly. "What do you think I
should wear for my date tonight?"

***

Willow walked into the Watcher's house dejectedly.
"Hi, Giles." She called listlessly. "I'm here." She
flopped down on the sofa. Spike walked out of the
kitchen holding a mug of blood. "You look sad, pet.
What's got you all riled up?"

"Buffy." Willow grumbled.

"What did Bitchy do now?" Spike asked, hating the
Slayer for angering his Red. Still, Willow was
ever-forgiving, and refused to confront her friends
over the comments they made about her at the Bronze.
She had told him they deserved another chance. Spike
had argued that she had given them numerous chances,
too many in his opinion, but the stubborn redhead
refused to budge.

Willow gave a hollow laugh. "What hasn't she done?
She pretty much insulted me, my spells, and my sex
appeal."

Spike growled softly. If that arrogant bitch kept
insulting his mate, he would rip her apart, chip be
damned. "What'd she do?"

"She has some nerve, setting me up on a blind date
with one of Riley's friends! She didn't even ask me!
She just made me a date, and assumed I would be
desperate enough to go!" Willow said crossly.

"You're going on a date, luv?" Spike asked, his demon
surging in possessiveness and jealousy.

Willow snorted. "Apparently." She looked around.
"Hey, where's Giles?"

Spike waved his hand dismissively. "Out with his
piece of fluff. I don't care, just glad he's gone."

"Hey G-Funk!" Xander called as he barged in. He
noticed his friend and the vampire, pointedly ignoring
the latter. "Hey Willow!"

"Hey, Xand." Willow greeted. "Giles isn't here."

"He's not? And he left you here alone with Deadboy
Junior?!" Xander exclaimed incrediously.

"Xander, Spike can't hurt me. I mean, what's he gonna
do, lick me to death?" Willow replied sarcastically.

Spike cocked an eyebrow, deciding to store that idea
away for later.

Xander shrugged. "I just don't want you to be alone
with him."

Willow sighed, exasperated. "Why not? He's funny, and
nice, and we have a lot in common."

The dark-haired teen gaped at the witch. "What could
you possibly have in common with a member of the
undead? And Spike funny? Nice?! I don't think so,
Will. He's warping your common sense."

Willow stood up, facing off against her friend. "My
common sense is perfectly fine! And Spike is very
funny. And nice! And we have a lot in common, like the
fact everyone else ignores us unless we're needed for
research or fighting! And I'm sick of being your
doormat!" She was taking deep breaths, trying to calm
herself down.

Spike grinned. His witch was a real spitfire. She
finally put the moron in his place.

Xander blinked, shocked Willow had yelled at him. He
looked at her for a long moment. He glared at Spike
and turned back to Willow. "What has he done to you?"
He whispered.

"I haven't done anything to her." Spike snarled.

"She's a completely different person!" Xander
exclaimed.

"Why?!" Willow yelled. "Because I express my feelings
and decide I have better things to do besides homework
and research? Because I don't want to be Old Faithful
anymore?"

Xander ignored her. "Obviously, he's brain-washed
you." He headed for the door. "I'm going to get
Buffy."

Willow threw up her hands and growled in frustration.
"Goddess! They just don't listen!"

Spike took her hand and pulled her down next to him.
"They're all idiots, love. I know a demon who owes me
a favor. If you want, I'll call him up, and have him
skin the Slayer and the moron and his chit for you."

Spike watched Willow's eyes as she pretended to think
about it. "Nah." She said finally. "Not painful
enough."

Spike knew she was kidding, but the gleam in her eyes
was one of dark amusement. He had an idea on what
Willow would be like as a vampire. He couldn't wait to
see if he was right.

***

"Xander, slow down. Talk in complete sentences."
Buffy chided. Xander had pounded frantically on her
dorm door, ranting about Spike, Willow, and
brain-washing as he pulled her out of the dorm and
down the street. They were heading over to Giles, the
sky darkening as the sun set below the horizon.

"Spike's brain-washed Willow." Xander panted, trying
to catch his breath. "S-she was alone with him at
Giles'. She defended Spike, and yelled at me."

"Well, Giles told me Willow and Spike have been
spending time together." Buffy commented.

"What?!" Xander shrieked.

"Willow's alone doing the homework and the research.
Spike's just alone, period. Don't worry. I don't think
he even likes her. Pretty soon, he'll take off and
leave us alone." Buffy assured.

"Thank God." Xander muttered. "Then what about
Willow?"

"Well, I guess we take her partying with us." Buffy
shrugged.

Xander groaned. "Aw, do we have to? Going to a party
with her is like going with my mother!"

Buffy nodded in agreement. "I know, but we have to.
She's our friend. Maybe she'll mellow out."

"How so?" Xander asked, not being able to invision a
mellow Willow.

"I set her up on a date with one of Riley's cute frat
brothers. His name's Graham." Buffy grinned.

"Really?" Xander asked, suprised. "And he just
agreed?"

"After a little persuasion." Buffy replied. She
laughed when Xander looked at her questioningly. "I
paid him twenty bucks! He goes out with Willow,
compliments her, tells her how pretty and nice she is,
Willow feels better about herself, we won't have to
listen to her whine anymore, everyone's happy, no harm
done!"

"You are so smart, Buffy." Xander said.

A figure stepped out from behind a large tree and
watched as the two teens walked away. The man dropped
his cigarette, and followed the pair, his leather
duster swooshing behind him.

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