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~Part One~
She walked quickly through the rain, it was coming down so hard she
could hardly see where she was going, but she had to escape him. Tears
streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the smears of dry blood and dirty
marks on her once beautiful face. Her hair hung limply by the side of
her head, her loose shirt, now soaked with the rain, clung to her shapely
form and her soft, suede boots were splattered with mud from the
puddles forming all around her or the dirt track.
She could hear him running up behind her, hear his feet as he splashed
along. Not only that, but she could sense him, feel him as he overtook
her
body and then seeped out through her pores. She supposed that’s what
made her turn around the first time he called her name.
"Willow," he cried. She stopped and turned around slowly to face him. Glaring at him out of her big, green eyes, now red and puffy from crying.
"What?" she tried to sound intimidating, but her snarl turned into a pitiful child’s whimper somewhere between her brain and her lips.
"I just wanted to help you...you understand? I never meant for that
to happen." He stopped next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She
shook it off with as much strength as she could find in herself, she
was drained, emotionally and physically.
"Look!" she yelled. She looked at the ground. "Look," she repeated in a more reasonable tone. "I don’t need help, especially not yours."
"What you mean is, you don’t want help. I was just trying to comfort you, you looked so sad after what Oz had said."
"We slept together!" she shrieked. She took a large pace back away from
him, slipped and fell in a heap onto the wet ground, staying there she
began to cry again, the tears of a beaten woman. She knew she could
never go back to her friends now, after what she had done, she’d betrayed
them. There was no way she could win with Spike, he was her worst enemy
and now he was her lover.
"Willow, I don’t think I’ve ever said this to anyone apart from Dru,
but...I love you," he paused waiting for her reaction, when she stopped
crying
and looked up at him, he continued. "But, you’re human and we can never
be together."
"But I can’t go back to The Scooby Gang, I betrayed them. If I can’t stay with you, where will I go?"
"Do you want to stay with me?" Willow looked away. "Willow?" She sighed,
and bared her neck to him. "You’re sure about this? Once you’re
dead, you’re dead."
"Shut up and get on with it Spike!" she screamed.
"Fine you little bitch." He snarled and grabbed her roughly under the
chin. Pulling, hard, he managed to lift her off the ground and towards
him.
"You wanna play rough, we’ll play rough." She started choking. He threw
her against the wall of a barn standing nearby and she hit it with a loud
thud. A nail protruding from the wall of the barn became embedded in
her skin and she let out a scream. Spike marched over to her, but before
he could reach her she kicked out, catching him between the legs, he
went down and Willow started to run, no longer caring about the state she
was in. Spike was up in seconds and after her, he caught up with her
a few metres from where they’d originally started and he dragged her by
her
hair back towards the barn. Once inside, he slammed the door and they
were in darkness. Spike could see clearly, but Willow was blind. He took
three steps towards her and grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her
against a damp wall. Pressing himself against her, she could feel his
erection through his jeans. He whispered into her ear.
"Is the little witch hot for me?" He moved one of his hands down towards
the fastening on her jeans. He stroked her through them. He nibbled on
her ear and she began to struggle, he chuckled. He pressed his mouth
against hers and forced his tongue inside of it, she whimpered out of
pain, but gave in. He let go. "See? All you had to do was admit it."
His free hand left her jeans and crept up to her breasts. He played first
with
one nipple, then the other, rubbing them between his finger and thumb,
then gently flicking them. She moaned in pleasure and pressed herself
against him.
"Ah ah ah!" he said, "not until the deed is done." He shifted into his
true, vampiric form and brought his head back down to her neck. Pausing
for
just a second, he bit into her and let her sweet, thick blood flow
down his throat. When she was just about to pass out, he used his fangs
on his
own wrist and let a few drops of his blood, drip into her mouth. He
let go of her and she fell to the floor. He lit up a cigarette and settled
down on a
bale of hay, waiting for his newest childe to awake.
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Prequels? maybe. Sequels? definitely.
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