All he could look at was those red hair of hers.  All that fire in this
little woman. The boys around her were oblivious to her beauty. [ Bloody
fools.] Advancing slowly, stalking her like a prey, he made his way to the
girl.

* * *

Willow knew it was him the moment she saw him enter the Bronze.  She'd
recognize those bleached blond hair everywhere.  He filled her thoughts and
dreams since the day he kidnapped her.  That was why things never worked out
between her and Oz after Spike came to Sunnydale.  All she could think of
was the bleached vampire.

She saw him turn his head toward her and she quickly looked away as if she
hadn't seen him.  Listening to the music, she tried to talk to herself some
senses - this was a really bad guy - but to no avail.  As surprising as it
must have sound, she had missed him.

And then, she felt his eyes on her.barely two feet away. [ Breathe, Willow.
Breathe. ]

* * *

Spike heard her heartbeat quicken. [ Smart girl,  She knows I'm there. ]
Gently, he put his hands on her naked shoulders, surprisingly releaved to
feel her skin again.  He hadn't forgot when he had kidnapped her even if he
was drunk at the time.  The little witch.  Every moments were still written
in his memory, even after three years.

He felt her jump a little to the contact of his hands.  A smile crept up on
his lips.  Slowly, he began to move with the music.  At the same beat,
Willow followed him in his dance.

Finally he felt her relaxe and he move forward, closer to her.  She leaned
against his chest.  Spike put his arms around her waist, keeping her closer
to him.  Swinging to the slow beat of the song, Spike felt completed for the
first time in years.

* * *

Willow was midly surprised to find herself quite comfortable against him and
she felt in security. [ Odd... ]  She closed her eyes and let him guide her.

She smiled softly when she heard him sigh, which was something rare since he
didn't breathe.  She put her hands on his and let her head hang lose on his
shoulder.

At that moment, she knew she was lost.  He could do anything.  But what
afraid her the most wasn't that.  It was that he could do anything and she
wouldn't try to stop him. [ What am I getting myself into? ]

* * *

Spike slowed the dance as he nuzzle her throat. [ She's so bloody
irresistible. ]  Slowly, he led her out of the Bronze by the backdoor.  And
she still followed him.

Finally outside, Spike turned her and put his lips on hers, tasting her. [
.so sweet. ] Feeling the demon inside of him stir, he pushed her on the wall
and crushed his lips on hers again.  He began a trail of kisses down her
jaw, then her neck. [ . a hidden wildnest. ]

* * *

Willow was doing her best not to moan, but that control was getting away.
She rested her head on his shoulder and a shiver ran down her spine when
Spike found a rather sensitive spot. [ God, why him? ]

And then she felt it : two fangs imbedding themselves in the soft skin of
her neck.  Her legs began to shake and she hold on to him for dear life.
She was surrond by a vertiginious sensation, in a bliss so sweet and
appealing.

The death was calling, the darkness envelopping her. [ How could I have
resist? ]

* * *

The sent of her blood was invading him.  He felt her knees go out, so he put
one of his legs between hers and pulled her up with his arms. [ For two
nights, we'll be taken apart. ]

As he heard her heartbeat slow down, he stopped to drink and let her slid
down the wall.  Taking out his pocket knife, he slashed his wrist and put
the bleeding wound on her mouth.

He held her head until he felt the little pression on his wrist. [ .and then
we'll be together. ]  He put his arm under her knees and another one behind
her shoulders.  He took her up with him and walked her to his car.

* * *

A black car sped up the highway.  Inside, a vampire and an undead girl.
Spike looked to his side at the sleeping red head. [ .forever. ]
 

THE END

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