Author: Sunshine

E-mail: dry.county@sollentuna.mail.telia.com

Distribution: Anyone who has my earlier fics can have it. Others have to ask.

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. owns the BtVS characters.

Classification: Mostly Spike/Willow (Also W/O, C/X and B/A)

Rating: NC-17 (Violence, rape and other scary stuff. Spike isn't a cuddly Blondie bear; he's a bad rude man.)

Spoilers: Oh, I don't even know when this takes place. Season Three I guess…No spoilers though.

Summary: Um, a prophecy makes Spike kidnap Willow. Why? To bring the devil's child into the world. Which is bad! Very bad!

Dedication: To everyone at my list, Eternal_Obsession. I so love my crazy bunch!!

Part One
 
 

Spike paced around the dimly lit room. A demonic smile was shining on his lips, clearly showing the hidden demon behind his handsome features.

"So, my dear friend, tell me about this prophecy I have been hearing about." He said, stopping before the seated vampire, who draw back as far as he could in a moment of fright.

"Well, m…master, it's a…a very…" The vampire stuttered.

"Roy, tell me without stuttering like some bloody fool, okay?" Spike said, annoyed as hell. He just couldn't stand stuttering people…

Roy swallowed and nodded so hard it was a surprise his head didn't fell off. He swallowed again as Spike gripped a stake from a shelf, playing with it. "Roy…"

"Huh?" The vampire said, finding himself sweating.

"Tell me about the fucking prophecy now, damn it!" Spike roared, his eyes glowing dangerously. He couldn't understand why so many minions became so stupid when they were turned. Somehow they must have lost half their brain while dying. At least that was the only way Spike could explain it.

"Ah…um, yeah." The vampire said and Spike knuckles whitened as his grip around the stake hardened, almost breaking it into pieces. The vampire swallowed and finally got himself together.

"It's a very old prophecy, master. But it was only found a month ago when a female vampire discovered it in a cave in Africa." Roy said, smoothing out the yellowed paper.

"How do you know it's real?" Spike asked him, leaning against the wooden table.

"We had experts looking at it. And they all declared that it's from the ancient times and mystical. I have the translation right here."

"Let me see it." Spike demanded and the vampire passed him the translation with a shaking hand. Spike rolled his eyes in contempt and looked down at the prophecy.

"Oh, this is good." He said, grinning evilly. "Very good. So, I'm looking for a woman with this mark on her skin?" Spike asked, looking at the picture of something that looked like a lightning.

"Yes, master."

"And according to this she will be found on the hellmouth which makes it easy for me to find her." Spike said and looked down at the paper again. "The night of the dead? Halloween? But nothing ever happens on Halloween…"

"According to this…" Roy started to say but Spike made a gesture for him to be silent.

"So on Halloween I'll take her and she'll become pregnant…And the offspring will take over the world…My son…"
 
 

Part Two
 
 

Willow looked adoringly up at her boyfriend playing on the stage. <He is so damn sexy. > She thought. <And he's all mine. >

The thought filled her with utter happiness and a smile crept over her face as she studied every line in his face. Suddenly he was looking at her and their eyes met and she felt a pang in her chest. She made a small wave at him and he nodded, smiling. Willow giggled and then jumped as someone touched her shoulder.

"Will, relax will ya." Xander said as she spun around.

"Oh, Xander, you scared me. Oz and I were having one of our moments again." Willow said, blushing.

"Uh huh." Xander said, seeing the woman of his affection in the dancing crowd. "Excuse me, Willow." He said and headed towards the brunette. Willow watched them embrace and start to smooch.

<At least the closet phase is over. > She thought. <Good for them. Now back to Oz…>

Willow watched him, getting warmer and warmer. The Bronze was filled with dance-crazed teenagers bouncing up and down in something that looked like insect's mating dance; creating a heat that was nauseating.

Willow waved her hand against her face to cool herself down and drank several glasses of water but nothing seemed to help. She finally decided to step outside for a moment, maybe even take a little stroll and then go back inside and perhaps if the band had taken a break she could make out with Oz.

Breathing in the cool air she walked down the street…

******

Spike killed his fifth victim for the night and kicked her lifeless body in anger. He had searched through the town but still hadn't found the woman he was looking for. He was growing more and more impatient. Halloween was closing in…

Suddenly one of the Slayer's little friends appeared in his sight. It was the redheaded witch.

<Shy little thing…> Spike thought and smiled. Killing one of the Slayer's friends would most likely make him feel a lot better…
 
 

Part Three
 
 

Willow looked behind her but no one was there. She frowned, she could have sworn that she had heard something moving in the dark. She slowly turned her head and took a few steps forward bumping into someone. She found her face buried in leather and gasped and stepped back, looking up at the familiar blonde vampire.

"Spike!" She screamed and made an attempt of escaping him. Spike quickly gripped her arm and pulled her to him and watched her struggle against him with a grin on his face. He hardened his grip of her arm and she whimpered in pain.

Tears filled her eyes as he pulled away her red hair from her neck, exposing it to his hungry eyes. Willow tried to fight him off but he held a firm grip of the back of her skull, forcing her closer to his face. Leaning in for the bite, he saw a mark at the top of her neck, usually hidden by her long hair. Its shape was the one of a lightning…

Spike stared at it for awhile, hearing her heart beat as it was to explode and then he pulled back, looking down at the trembling girl. He smiled and Willow's eyes widened in fear.

"Always knew you were special, Red." He said before knocking her out.
 
 

Part Four
 
 

Willow moaned, feeling her head ache mercilessly.

"Ow…" She whined, touching the aching spot on her chin and slowly opened her eyes. She was laying in the backseat of a car. She turned her head seeing the profile of her kidnaper. Spike…Willow swallowed and looked at the door by her head. Maybe she could throw herself out. If she were lucky she would be able to run and hide somewhere…

As quickly as she could she sat up, opened the door and jumped out of the car after a few seconds of hesitation. She hit the ground hard, rolling until a bush stopped her. Bleeding she got to her feet and looked around in the dark. She couldn't see a damn thing. Not a sign of light anywhere.

Willow heard the car tires shriek as the car stopped, and came back towards her.

<Oh Goddess, no! > Willow thought, looking desperately around her. With limping steps she walked further away from the road. She stumbled on something and continued her way crawling as she cried in fear. She could hear him coming closer…He was growling menacingly like a hunter in search of his prey…

Willow screamed as a boot landed hard on her back, pressing her down to the ground. She was flipped over and all she could see was two glowing eyes joining the stars in the dark above her. Suddenly a hand slapped her face so hard it made her ears ring. She covered her head with her arms in defense, crying for him to not hurt her.

"Don't you ever try to run away from me again, 'Red'! If you do I swear I'll break your pretty legs in more than two places. Got it, luv?!" Spike growled as he seized her wrists and pulled her off the ground.

"I'm sorry." Willow cried and he shoved her in front of him towards the lights of the car. Not being able to see anything Willow soon tripped and laid sobbing on the ground expecting another blow. Instead of hitting her Spike gently picked her up and carried her the rest of the way.

Willow leant her head against his duster. The leather was somehow comforting.

Spike put her down on the ground but kept a hand around her arm while he opened the passenger door.

"Get in." He growled and she got into the car, looking up at him through her tears.

"Don't move." Spike told her and slammed the door shut. Willow closed her eyes and bit her lip. She had never been so scared in her whole life. And she had had an awful lot of opportunities to be afraid…
 
 

Part Five
 
 

Spike stared out silently at the road in front of him. He had almost lost her already. He needed to be more careful, keep an eye on her constantly. Spike looked at the sleeping girl beside him. Her red hair was tucked behind her ear, making the bruises on her face clearly visible. He shrugged and smiled content when they entered the little town. He stopped at the town's motel, quickly checked in and then carried the girl to their room.

Spike put the still sleeping girl down on the bed and gently shook her awake. Willow stared frightened up at him and crawled back against the headboard.

"We need to take care of your wounds, luv." Spike said softly to her. He went over to the door, closed it and locked it and then put the key in the back pocket of his black jeans.

"The bathroom, pet." He said and she gingerly left the bed and walked into the white bathroom with Spike in tow. He lifted her up on the counter and examined her legs and arms. Willow shivered when his cold fingers run over a bleeding spot on her thigh. Spike raised his head and looked into her eyes. Willow bit her lip not liking the look in his eyes at all. She removed his hand that had somehow found its way further up under her skirt.

"Leave me alone." She whispered and Spike chuckled.

"All right. I will tonight." He said. "I'm sure you know how to clean yourself up. Use the shower if you like."

Spike walked out of the bathroom but stopped her from closing the door.

"Leave it open."

"But I…" Willow started to say but Spike just shook his head.

"I don't trust you, pet. Not after what you tried to pull earlier tonight. The door stays open."

Willow stared at him and he gave her a cold look that chilled her to the bone. She stepped away from the door and walked up to the sink, looking into the mirror.

<Oh Goddess, how am I supposed to deal with this? Deal with him? I know he wants me. I don't understand why…He has Drusilla…Or had…> She thought, turning on the water. <Oz…I need you. >

******

Spike watched her as she walked into the bedroom wrapped into a white towel.

"Here." He said, throwing her one of his T-shirts. "Use this for the night. Unless you want to sleep naked…"

Willow glared at him and disappeared into the bathroom to change. When she came back Spike was laying naked under the sheets.

"Come to bed, sweetheart. Time to sleep." Spike said, patting the place beside him. Willow shuddered and stood still.

"Do you want me to come and get you?" Spike said with a deadly undertone in his voice.

Willow shook her head and walked over to the bed and crept down under the sheets. She felt his cold body against her and it got very clear to her that he was indeed very naked…

<Okay, fainting now…> She thought as Spike turned off the light and pulled her closer to him.

"Comfy, pet?"

She almost groaned at the question but managed to squeak out a yes. Spike chuckled, kissed her cheek and fell to sleep. Willow soon followed him into the world of dreams…
 
 

Part Six
 
 

Buffy slammed the library doors open marching in with Xander, Cordelia and Oz following her lead. Giles looked up from the book he was reading and frowned when he saw the worried expressions on their faces.

"She's missing." Buffy said, leaning against the table in front of Giles.

"Who?"

"Willow! Her mother called me this morning and said that she didn't come home last night." Buffy said, shoving Giles' book away and jumping up to sit on the table. "I'm really worried, Giles. This is Willow; she doesn't disappear like that."

"Maybe some vampire killed her." Cordelia said and everyone glared at her. "What? I'm trying to help."

"Well, when was she last seen?" Giles asked.

"She was at the Bronze last night. But I couldn't find her when we had stopped playing. She usually waits for me…" Oz said, his eyes dark with worry.

"What's wrong?" A voice asked coming out from the shadows and Xander let out an unmanly scream making everybody stare at him.

"Angel, don't do that, man." He said, and glared back at Cordelia who was giving him her best you're-a-loser-look.

"Willow's missing." Buffy explained and greeted her boyfriend with a hug.

"Yes, it's like we've lost our brain." Xander said and Cordelia rolled her eyes.

"Well, in your case it's probably true." She mumbled.

"I'll see what I can find out." Angel said and gave Buffy a kiss goodbye before he disappeared among the shadows again.

"Doesn't that bug you or something? He's like a Joyo jumping in and out of the dark." Xander asked her.

"What's bugging me is that Willow isn't here. I'm going out, maybe I can make some people talk."

"But Buff, it's daylight outside."

"Xander, I know that! Look, I have my ways to find people…and if someone knows what has happened to Willow I 'will' find them."
 
 

Part Seven
 
 

Willow woke up, finding herself in Spike's embrace and her leg laying over his. She blinked, looked up at his face and saw that he was still sleeping. The room was still quite dark since the curtains were covering the windows, protecting the vampire from the lethal sunlight.

Willow slowly removed her leg and started to cautiously release herself from the vampire's arms. She was just about to sit up when a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pressed her down into the mattress. She soon found herself straddled by her kidnaper who looked amused down at her.

"Trying to go somewhere?" He asked, pinning down her arms above her head.

"I was just going to the bathroom." Willow whispered, trying to not think about or look at his erection brushing against her bare stomach.

"Sure you were, Red." Spike said and kissed her lips. Willow turned her head trying to get away from his ravishing mouth. She felt his hand cup one of her buttocks and then slide inside her panties and in her panic she screamed loudly for help.

Spike held a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams, scared that she would draw attention but Willow bit him hard, drawing blood.

"Bloody hell, bitch! Who's the vampire here?" He yelled angrily and punched her in the face, shutting her up. Willow sobbed, touching her reddening cheek. Spike looked furiously down at her, his chest raising and falling in pure rage.

"Hell, I need a smoke." He said and got off of her and reached for his packet of cigarettes on the bedside table. He put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, took a whiff and slowly calmed down. He looked at the still sobbing girl beside him and kicked her out of the bed.

"Get out of my bed, whore." He said coldly and watched her lay crying on the floor. Her T-shirt had gone up to her chest, revealing warm skin and his cock throbbed at the sight of her.

"Bloody hell…" Spike sighed and butted his cigarette. He got up from the bed and picked out a rope from one of the pockets in his duster and slowly walked up to Willow.

"Get up on your knees." He ordered her and she frightened obeyed him with her head hanging low. Spike grabbed her wrists and tied them to the bedpost.

"Now, I'm going to take a shower. If I hear you screaming for help I'll come out and rip your tongue out, understand?"

Willow nodded and Spike walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He washed his hair before he began to pump his cock in a fast rhythm imagining the little redhead was doing it for him until he climaxed, the water cleaning him from his semen. Spike groaned leaning against the wall. He would have taken the little bitch now if it hadn't been for the extremely thin walls. But soon they were going to be somewhere where nobody could hear her screams and then…
 
 

Part Eight
 
 

Buffy quickly ran around the corner, bumped into Angel and looked up at him with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Spike." She said and Angel nodded, pulling her into his strong arms.

"Yeah, I got the same name from my source."

"Do you think he'll hurt her?" Buffy asked him, burying her face into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. Angel's face darkened and he closed his eyes, remembering the cruelty, which he had seen in his childe while torturing and killing the humans he now was trying to defend. What hurt more was that without his soul he had many times been so much worse than Spike…

"Buffy…" Angel said softly, stroking her blonde hair. He didn't know what to tell her. She raised her face and the guilt and pain in her eyes reflected his own. She nodded as if she understood what he was silently saying.

"I don't understand why he took her…Was it to punish me? Is it my fault? She's my best friend, Angel. If he hurts her…I don't think I can go on." Buffy said and Angel kissed her trembling lips, tasting her salty tears.

"You have to, honey. We don't have any other choice…" He said and pulled her away from him and held her still by her upper arms. "Now listen, I think I know someone who can tell me why Spike took Willow."

"Well, what are we waiting for?! Let's go."

"Buffy, no. I want to do this on my own. Collect the others and go to the library and I'll meet you there."

Buffy shook her head violently. "No! If someone's responsible for this I want to talk to him myself."

"Beat him, you mean." Angel said, amused. "Look, I promise I won't leave him unharmed. But I want to do this by myself. Okay?"

Buffy stared at him for a moment in silence. Then she pushed him away and pouted an okay before walking down the street. Angel shook his head, feeling a pang in his chest when he saw how small and vulnerable she looked walking down the dark empty street all alone. He so wanted to protect her and everybody around her…But again he had failed. And the reason was his very own childe. Someone he tried in vain not to love…
 
 

Part Nine
 
 

Spike pulled up his jeans and zipped and unbuttoned them. He removed the cigarette in his mouth and offered it to Willow who was sitting in a corner.

"I don't smoke." She said darkly and Spike rolled his eyes.

"Get dressed, will you? I want to get out of this place." He said, picking up his T-shirt from the floor and put it on. Willow slowly got up on her feet, grabbed her clothes and walked into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Spike put his hands into fists.

<That little brat really needs a good beating. > He thought, taking an unnecessary breath. He wasn't used to dealing with humans for a long time. Usually he just met them then fucked or killed them or both and they always ended up dead at the end of the night, drained of blood…

Spike sat down on the bed, and put on his socks and boots while enjoying the last of his cigarette. The bathroom door was suddenly slammed open and Willow walked in fully dressed and stopped by the door, ready to leave.

Spike gave her a look, stood up, put on his duster, fished up the key from his jeans and then looked threateningly at her.

"Try anything funny…"

"And you'll hurt me. I know. Let's go." Willow said, not understanding why she was acting as like she did. She was just so sick of it. She wanted to be with Oz. With her friends, not with some coldhearted killer who's intentions she didn't quite understand.

"Do me a favor and don't speak until you're told to." Spike growled, grabbed her by the neck and squeezed hard. "'Cause hearing your voice makes me want to snap your neck, luv. Doing it would be heavenly but since I kinda need you around for quite awhile it's not a good thing."

"What do you want from me?" Willow asked and his grip immediately hardened and she whimpered.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

Willow shook her head as best as she could and Spike shoved her into the wall.

"Good. I like women who know how to keep their mouths shut. They're quite rare nowadays." Spike said and unlocked the door. He opened it, looked about and then seized Willow's hand and led her out of the motel room towards the car.

Willow considered dragging herself loose from his grip and run inside to the motel's owner but she knew in her heart that it would only lead to an innocent man's death and a black eye for her.

When Spike opened the door for her she got into the car willingly, hoping that her future wasn't as dark and short as it seemed to be…
 
 

Part Ten
 
 

Angel watched the young vampire coming closer and closer to his hide in the shadows. As the vampire passed him, seeming unaware of his presence, he held out his foot and caused the vampire to trip and fall to the ground. The vampire quickly rolled around and was about to get up when Angel stomped hard onto his chest, holding him in that position.

"Who are you?" The younger vampire growled and Angel smiled.

"Angelus." He responded, knowing that his real name would stir more fear in the vampire than his 'nickname'. He was right; the vampire started to sweat, shaking under the older vampire's cold gaze.

"An…Ange…" He started to stutter and Angel sighed.

"Angelus, boy. Get it right." He said and the vampire nodded.

"Angelus."

"Good. I hear that you have some information about my ferocious childe." Angel said calmly, and the vampire started to wiggle beneath him.

"I can't tell you anything! He'll kill me!"

"And for some reason you think I won't?" Angel asked, revealing his true self. He showed him his sharp fangs in a growl as he ripped the vampire off the ground and held him above the ground, letting his legs kick in the thin air.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Roy!" The vampire squeaked out.

"Roy…do you want it the hard way? 'Cause I'm most willing to break your bones one at a time and hear you scream in agony." Angel said, and when the vampire shook his head he let him fly and crash into a tree. "So talk."

Roy told him stuttering about the prophecy and Spike's purpose in kidnapping the witch and Angel's eyes grew darker and darker.

"Spike, what the fuck are you doing?" He grunted out through clenched teeth. He wished he had him in his hands so he could beat some sense into his crazy childe's head.

He stalked towards the vampire still lying on the ground. Roy looked up at him blinking.

"I…I told you!"

"Yes, you did." Angel said while taking a firm grip of the vampire's head. "And I'm most thankful." He continued to say before snapping the vampire's neck. Angel brushed off the dust from his black clothes and walked with fast steps against the library.

******

The room silenced and everybody looked up when Angel walked into the library. Giles wiped his glasses clean and looked gravely at the vampire.

"Did you get any news about Willow?" He asked and Angel nodded and sat down in a chair beside Buffy, took her hand and stroked it against his cheek before kissing it softly.

"Spike has her as you already know." He started and Giles nodded. "A new prophecy has been found. A woman marked by the symbol of a lightning will on Halloween be able to become pregnant with the devil's child by a vampire. The child will take over the world and create his own hell. Willow is that woman."

"Halloween is in two days…" Xander stated quietly. Angel sighed.

"There's one more thing. If Willow gets pregnant…she won't survive the childbirth…"
 
 

Part Eleven
 
 

Willow stared out in the dark, imagining her boyfriend's face. She touched the cold window, stroking it as if it were Oz's face. She so longed to touch him again, feel him hold her close, love her…

She suppressed her tears and concentrated on her surroundings instead. They were driving on a road surrounded by high trees. Then she suddenly saw light shining between them and she gaped as they arrived to a big mansion, raising high in the night. The house was lit and a man hurried down the stone steps to greet them.

Willow didn't even notice when the car stopped and Spike disappeared by her side. Therefore she cried out in surprise when her door was swung open and strong arms pulled her out.

"Red, calm down." Spike told her, holding her hand in a solid grip. Willow swallowed, looking with big eyes around her. Where on earth were they?

"Manuel." Spike greeted the man coming towards them.

"Master, we have been expecting you. How was the trip?" Manuel asked and gave Willow an appreciating smile.

"Not too much trouble. Is everything in order?" Spike asked and they started to walk up the stairs.

"Oh yes." Manuel said and showed them inside. "Shall I put the car in the garage, Master?"

Spike looked at him and then nodded. Manuel bowed then shut the door behind him as he went to take car of the car.

Willow looked around her. They were in a gigantic foyer, a stair leading up to the second floor. The house was enormous and expensively decorated and furnished not exactly a place you would expect to be vampires' dwelling.

"Nice, isn't it?" Spike said, proudly. "It has everything we will possibly need during the nine months."

"Nine months?" Willow asked him confused and Spike smiled.

"Later, luv. Let's get you upstairs." He answered and they walked up the marble stairs. Spike led her through a corridor down to a door and he opened it, pushing her inside.

"Our bedroom, my love. I hope you'll find it comfortable."

Willow stared at the enormous canopied bed. The azure blue satin sheets and the fluffy pillows looked very comfortable but the thought of sharing the bed with Spike, a bloodthirsty demon, wasn't a thought she enjoyed.

She gave a start when he came up behind her, pressing her close to him. He kissed her neck and she shivered in fear and denied pleasure. Willow breathed out in relief when he let her go and went over to the big wooden closet. He opened it and she saw that it was filled with beautiful female clothing.

Spike pulled out a transparent dark green nightdress and looked at it with a grin on his face.

"Ivy sure has good taste. Remind me to thank her in a most special way." He said and threw the nightdress to Willow.

"Put it on, pet. You must be getting tired. Oh, yes, you must be famished! Aren't you, luv? I keep on forgetting that humans need to feed as well. Don't worry, kitten, this place has a kitchen you can only find in the most expensive restaurants. I have even hired a cook for you. I will tell him to make you something." Spike said and turned to walk out of the room. He stopped in the doorway and turned to look at her, where she still stood with the nightdress in her hands.

"By the way, love, in case you have any thoughts of running away…the house is guarded. Actually the place is filled with vampires but you won't notice them unless I want you to. Just don't think you're ever unseen. I'm not the only one who will be watching you…" He said, seeing her already pale face turn paler. He smiled and closed the door behind him, leaving a frightened Willow to her loneliness.
 
 

Part Twelve
 
 

Spike walked into the kitchen and the cook smiled when he saw him.

"Is the lady hungry?" He asked.

"Yes. Make her something…well, anything good that people eat." Spike said, lifting up a green apple from a fruit basket. He sniffed at it and grimaced. "Humans actually eat this stuff and find it tasteful?" He said more than asked. The cook grinned.

"Hungry for something, Master?"

"I could almost eat a whole horse." Spike said, jokingly.

"Ah, we do have finer blood, Master. The finest blood you could ever find. From the proper age groups. Just as you told us."

"Well, then show me." Spike said and the cook took up his bunch of keys and walked over to a steel door.

"This is the pantry." The cook said and unlocked the door. He opened it and hit the switch. A hundred or so humans were either chained to the walls or hanging from hooks in the ceiling.

"This is neat." Spike commented, letting a young girl swing. He chuckled when he saw the frightened look in her blue eyes.

"We get fresh humans every weekend, Master, so please dig in as they say." The cook said and went back to the kitchen. Spike wandered among the frightened people, trying to find the right person for his tastes for the night. He stopped by an 18-year-old girl or so with blonde hair and a petite body. Reminded him of the cheeky slayer. He ripped of her gag and lifted her from the hook holding her captive.

"Hello, cutie. What's your name, luv?" He asked her but she just stared at him, swallowing over and over again. Eventually Spike got bored and morphed out causing the girl to start screaming in fright. The other humans started to move worriedly and he could hear that most of them were crying.

<Such a wonderful sound…> Spike thought. <Now, this is was I call music! >

He bent the girl's head back and sank his fangs into her young flesh slowly draining her, rubbing his body against hers while doing so. He always got aroused when he felt young blood on his tongue. Hearing her heart slow down he retracted from her and let her sink lifeless to the floor.

Whistling he left her body on the ground for one of his minions to take care of. The cook looked up as Spike came out in the kitchen.

"Satisfied, master?"

Spike grinned. "Not completely. But I have a redhead upstairs who I think can take care of that."

"Have fun." The cook said, handing Spike a tray with fruit, sandwiches, milk and tea.
 
 

Part Thirteen
 
 

Willow looked at herself in the mirror and blushed when she saw how transparent the nightdress actually was.

<Not even Buffy would wear something like this. > She thought and spun around when the door opened and Spike walked in. She ripped off the quilt from the bed and covered her body, looking down at the floor. Spike smirked and put down the tray on a table.

"Help yourself." He said and walked into the bathroom to make himself ready for the day. Willow watched him disappear, threw back the quilt on the bed and hurried over to the tray. Hungry as a wolf she picked up a sandwich and bit eagerly into it, moaning in delight. Her stomach still hurt from being hungry for such a long time but the taste of bread, cheese and tomato felt better than anything else she had ever tasted.

Willow sank tiredly down in a chair, sipping at the warm tea. Suddenly a sound filled the house as some kind of metal slowly covered the windows until she couldn't see the outside anymore.

Spike walked into the room and saw her staring at the metal. She felt even more imprisoned than before.

"It's for the sunlight, pet. But of course a smart girl like you have already figured that out." Spike said, unbuttoning his shirt. "Did the food taste good?"

Willow nodded, looking away when he removed his shirt. She looked down at her hands and saw that they were shaking. She tucked away her hair behind her ear and kept her gaze on her bare feet.

Once naked Spike folded his arm before his chest and looked at the trembling girl before him.

"Stand up, girl." He told her a bit more sharply than he had intended. Willow slowly rose from her chair, still keeping her eyes on her feet.

"Willow, look at me."

She bit her lip at the sound of her name and slowly rose her gaze up his legs and upward …when her eyes saw his erection they quickly flew up to his face. Spike grinned.

"You want me to tell you why I have kidnapped you, right?" He asked her and she nodded.

"Well, pet, I want you to do something for me first. If you do it I will tell you."

"And if I don't?" Willow asked, surprised at her stubbornness.

"Oh, you will. The question is am I going to have to force you or not…Either way is fine by me, Red. But do it willingly and you'll have your answer." Spike said, grinning.

Willow swallowed, feeling her world go dark and she fell unconscious to the floor. Spike raised an eyebrow questioningly and finally decided that she wasn't acting. He sighed and walked up to her and gathered her lifeless form in his arms. He gently put her down on the bed and laid down beside her looking at her pale face. He stroked her cheek with a finger, enjoying the feel of warm skin and slowly captured her sweet pink lips in a kiss as´weightless as the wind. But it was enough the wake up the sleeping beauty. Willow sat up with a gasp, shoving Spike away from her.

"What did you do?" she asked, raising a hand to her dizzy head.

"I, my love, didn't do anything. You fainted." Spike said. Willow saw his eyes roam over her body barely covered by her nightdress and she pulled the quilt over her, looking at him coldly. Spike smiled.

"You're not going to let go of this shyness act anytime soon, are you?"

"I'm in love with Oz! Can't you get that through your thick skull?" Willow screamed at him, wanting to slap him but didn't have the guts to do it.

"What do you want from me?" She asked him, hating herself when her tears streamed down her cheeks. Spike looked flabbergasted for a short moment but soon his lips turned up into a smile again. A very cold smile this time…

"I want you, Red, to suck my cock." He said. "After that I promise I'll answer any question you might have."

Willow had to force herself not to scream out loud in frustration, fear and despair. She sobbed when she felt him open up her nightdress, caressing her breasts.

"Hush now, pet." He said and pulled at her wrists so she fell with her head first down into his lap. Willow tried to raise her head but strong hands held her down against the cock a few inches from her face.

"I don't want to!" She screamed out and a hand hit the back of her head.

"Luv, I can make this a whole lot more painful for you. As I said before I don't care but you have to make the decision. Now what's it going to be?" Willow raised her head and looked at the man she had come to hate more than she thought she ever could hate. "What do you want me to do?" She whispered and Spike grinned, stroking her hair softly.

"Your first time, eh? I'm sure you can think of what to do." Spike said and smiled when he saw the hateful look she gave him as she bent down over his cock encircling it with her small hands. Her tongue darted out, licking at the head and Spike groaned as she took him into her mouth sucking hard.

"That's it, luv." He moaned and forced her down further. Willow felt as she was going to choke but somehow managed to relax and continued to please him, doing everything that seemed to make him moan over and over again until he finally climaxed with a growl shooting his semen into her mouth. Willow coughed and managed to release himself from his painful grip and crept over to the end of the bed. Spike looked at her satisfied and she wiped away the semen from her lips and chin. Her eyes had lost some of their fire forever.

"So…what do you want to know?" Spike asked, putting his hands under his head.

"Why did you kidnap me? Why me?"

"You're involved in a prophecy." Spike said. "I'm not even sure it's true."

Spike chuckled and Willow's eyes narrowed. "What prophecy?"

"On Halloween you can become pregnant with the devil's child. Anti-Christ if you will. He'll take over the world. Make it into a hell. You know, good stuff like that." Spike answered her and Willow stared at him.

"Pregnant? I'm not going to get pregnant."

"No? We'll see about that. I'll fuck you so much that if you don't get pregnant you never will." Spike said, grinning.

"But you're a vampire…You…"

"It's some Halloween thing. Don't worry, my little soldiers will be able to swim." Spike said and patted the place beside him. "Now, if you don't mind I think we should go to sleep. I know you can't wait but Halloween is the day after tomorrow so you don't have to wait long."

Willow grabbed one of the quilts and walked over to the sofa. Spike glared at her.

"This is going to be nine very long months if you keep on acting like this. When you're pregnant with my child I won't put up with this, do you hear me?" Spike said and sighed when he got nothing back but silence. "Good night, pet."

"Go to hell." Willow calmly said and laid down on the sofa, facing the wall. She could feel his eyes burning into her back and she held her breath until she heard him go to sleep.
 
 

Part Fourteen
 
 

Willow pulled the quilt up to her chin.

<School! Oh, no I'm late! > She thought and opened her eyes, looking into the back of a sofa that clearly wasn't her bed. She sat up and the memories hit her one by one. Spike…and…goddess she needed to get out of there now!

Willow looked wildly around her, noticing the empty bed. The metal was still covering the windows so she knew it was still daylight outside. And she probably had no chance getting out during the day. But if she could get to a phone…

She got up and walked over to the closet and opened the door. She sighed and pulled out a sapphire dress that wasn't too short. Changing clothes she looked around the room, trying to find some kind of weapon. Not that she expected to find stakes, crosses and holy water in a vampire's dwelling…

Disappointed she decided that she had to rely on her brains once again. But she really doubted talking would stop Spike from hurting her. She honestly believed that he wasn't planning on killing her but if the prophecy was true she would be suffering a lot of emotional and physical pain…

Willow shuddered and opened the door leading to the corridor. She peeked out not seeing anyone and stepped out, closing the door behind her. Taking a deep breath she walked to the stairs, looking down. She slowly walked down the stair, sweating in fear of getting caught. She was expecting to hear a British voice any second and she felt like she would scream at just the slightest noise.

While she searched through the nearest rooms she soon started to get angry as the hours seemed to fly by. So many rooms and no sign of a single phone! She felt so desperate to get to one. What if she would never hear her loved ones voices again…

*****

"Time to wake up, Red." Spike said cheerfully as he walked into the bedroom. He froze when he saw the empty coach. "Oh, bloody hell, she's nothing but trouble." Spike sighed, slamming the door shut behind him so hard it almost loosened from its hinges.

"Willow! If I don't find you soon you'll be very sorry!" He roared as he walked down the stairs, morphing out so his senses strengthened.

*****

Willow froze as she heard his captor's irate voice. She remembered his extremely bad temper all too clearly and for a second she thought of going to him but her fear for him was stronger. She didn't doubt that he would hurt her when he got his hands on her. And he would find her; it was just a question of time…

Willow felt her heart beat its way out of her chest when he heard him coming closer. Panicking she opened a door and found a closet. She stepped into it, closed the door behind her and held her breath. She could hear him moving on the other side and remembered the time she and Cordelia had been hiding in a closet at school to get away form no one less than Spike…

She heard a low growl and the door was ripped open and she stared up into the demon's vicious face. She stumbled backwards and the wall stopped her from escaping. She screamed as he grabbed her and basically threw her out of her hiding-place and into a table. She slid on its surface falling on the other side, hitting her head hard into the floor.

Spike walked around the table, pulled her up and hit her hard, making her nose bleed.

"Did I give you permission to leave the bedroom? I don't think I did." He said, shaking her violently. Willow stared petrified at him, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, feeling her blood run down her chin.

"Now look what you made me do." Spike said softly, holding her face tenderly. She gasped when he moved close to her and licked away the stream of blood coming from her injured nose.

"You taste so good, ducks. Smell so bloody good too." Spike mumbled before

slamming her down on the table. Willow whimpered as he pressed his muscular body against hers. His mouth claimed hers so brutally that his fangs cut her lips, making her blood flow into both of their mouths. Spike growled hungrily, lapping at the rich blood that seemed to call to him. A voice screamed in his head to drain her dry, to drink her sweet vine to the last drops.

It took all his strength to pull himself away from her and he stared into her terrified eyes and smiled, bearing his fangs red of her blood.

"Didn't mean to scare you, pet." He said and pulled her off of the table. Her legs wouldn't carry her so she sank helpless down to the floor. Spike grinned and swept her up in his arms and started to carry her up to their bedroom. Willow trembled, half in shock and she knew that the vampire holding her was enjoying seeing her so out of control. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry but the tears pricked her eyes and she bit her lip to stop a sob fighting its way out.

Spike put her down as they reached their bedroom and led her to the bathroom. He shoved her into the shower and turned it on. Willow stared up at him, the water soaking her dress.

"You look like a drowned puppy, luv." Spike said and laughed. Willow didn't longer care if he saw her cry and let the violent sobs she had been suppressing shake her to the core and she slid down to the ground, hugging her legs as she buried her face in her knees. She heard Spike make a sound of disgust and cried even harder.

"You better shape up till tonight, luv, 'cause fucking a crying girl isn't that fun. Well, actually it is so forget I said anything." He told her and even though she wasn't watching him she knew he had a big sadistic grin on his face.

The door slammed shut and Willow looked up. She damned him for having removed all the sharp objects from the bathroom 'cause right now all she wanted was to die and never see or hear him again...
 
 

Part Fifteen
 
 

The library was dead silent as the clock on the wall struck twelve. And in silence they all finally left to go home and pray for their lost friend and sunshine: Willow Rosenberg.

*****

Willow was sitting on the bed when Spike entered the room. He shut the door behind him and smiled as he locked it. The clock over the fireplace struck twelve and Spike gave her dirty look.

"Ready for me, kitten?"

Willow felt like she was going to gag as he stripped in front of her, clearly enjoying torturing her. Soon he stood before her in all his glory and even though she had to admit to herself that she found him attractive the thought of him forcing his big cock inside of her filled her only with sickness.

Willow swallowed hard when he stepped up to her and pulled down the shoulder-straps to her dress. She closed her eyes, feeling him lower the fabric until her peaky breasts were bare for him to touch. She gave a start when she felt his cold fingers moving in circles around her small breast. She cried out when he sucked her whole breast into his mouth, biting into it without drawing blood.

Willow moaned and felt her juices start trickling out of her hot core. She felt so ashamed of herself for enjoying what he did to her.

"You like that, witch, don't you? Oh yes." Spike said and pushed her down on the bed with his left hand before teasing her swollen clit with his tongue. She yelped and writhed as Spike licked her cunt until it burnt like fire. She felt teeth gently scrape around her clit while a cold tongue played with the darkened bud. Willow climaxed screaming and shuddered as she felt him lap at her juices. His tongue darted into her vagina and Willow shook her sweaty head and gripped at the creased sheets. Spike watched her bothered expression and grinned.

"Do you hate that I can make you feel so good? Bet wolfboy never…"

"You will never be able to reach his level. He's sweet and tender…"

"And exactly what was I a minute ago?" Spike asked her while looking down at the red tuft of hair between her legs.

"The opposite." Willow said stubbornly. She would never call him sweet and tender. All he was in her eyes was a cold-blooded murderer and rapist…

"You're never going to be satisfied, are you, Red? Well, fine, I'll show you the bloody opposite!" Spike growled and ripped her legs apart. Willow screamed and hit him in the jaw but that only angered him further.

"Stupid bint!" He roared and punched her so hard her vision almost blackened. Spike pushed up her legs against her chest and slammed into her with a ferocious thrust. Willow scratched his chest and the vampire seized her wrists and forced her arms down above her head. He roared into her face while forcing himself on her. Willow soon started to bleed and whimpered with each thrust he made. She was terrified to death and closed her eyes so she didn't have to look into his wild demonic eyes. She heard him grunt and she thrashed when his fangs sank deeply into her neck. Willow screamed until a fist knocked her into unconsciousness.

******

Spike looked down at the bloody young woman sprawled out over his bed. She was beautiful. He turned her over, stroking her butt cheeks. He slowly inserted a pinky into her tight hole and groaned when her muscles clamped down on his finger.

"A tight pussy and a tight ass. Just what I look for in a woman." Spike grinned and removed his finger.

"Hey Red! You can at least be awake while I'll fuck you." He said and heard her mumble something. Spike smirked and stroked his cock into full hardness. He put a pillow under Willow giving him better access and then put his cock to her tight opening.

"Open up for, daddy." He said, chuckling as he pushed into her with slow thrusts until he was buried in her to the hilt. "You feel so bloody good around my cock, bitch." He groaned and slowly moved out of her before thrusting back in. "Oh fuck! I think I'm going to come already."

Spike pulled out of her and flipped her over, looking into her lifeless eyes. Only the tears running down her cheeks gave away that she was indeed alive behind those dark pools.

Spike pounded into her vagina once more, spilling his seed inside of her.

"Are you getting tired, my love?" He said, smiling but not a single inch of her face smiled back.

"Fine, bitch, have it you way." Spike growled and knocked her out again. He could fuck her unconscious body without a problem; it wasn't a thing he hadn't done before…
 
 

Part Sixteen
 
 

Waking up was more of a nightmare than the one Willow actually had had while she was asleep or to be precise unconscious…

She woke up face down and managed to turn her head to more easily breathe. With her eyes still closed she took in the air into her lungs, slowly touching her split lip with her dry tongue. She then tried to open her eyes and discovered frightened and painfully that she couldn't open her right eye. Willow pushed herself up from the bed, feeling the room spin and quickly put her head over the side of the bed and vomited on the floor. She cried as the pain in her stomach increased. With her uninjured eye she looked down on her flat stomach seeing a blue and yellow bruise decorating it. She touched it gingerly with her fingertips and sobbed when pain cut through her.

"Bloody hell, Red!" Spike cried out when he walked into the room and saw her miserable posture on the bed. "I sure messed you up good, pet." He told her softly but she couldn't miss the forbidden pride in his voice.

"This place really reeks. I'll have someone clean this place up, can't have it smell like the bloody sewers all though it gives a feeling of home...Are you okay, luv?" He asked, reaching out to touch her. Willow pulled away from his hand and Spike grinned happily.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He said and pulled her off the bed. Despite the fact that merely his touch brought her to tears and shook her body in tremors she let him hold on to her, leading her into the bright bathroom. Spike held her up by holding a supporting arm around her back while he turned on the water and wet a little white towel.

Willow stared into the mirror at the horrid naked reflection of herself. She had known she was in a bad condition but this she hadn't even been able to imagine. The horrifying bruises covering her stomach, back and arms. Her swollen eye and chin. Her split lips that every once and awhile started to bleed. It wasn't much left on her body that was unmarked. But the scares and bruises made on her mind and soul was a lot more severe than her outer wounds and undoubtedly they would never heal…

Spike brought the wet cloth to her lips and she gave a start pressing back against his arm. She whimpered slightly trying to not slide down to the floor as he cleaned her face. She was surprised by his gentleness but knew that behind those blue sparkling eyes lied a monster asleep and just a word or one little action could rouse it and once again she would get a taste of his wrath and desire for destruction…

Spike kissed her trembling lips and tears fell down her swollen cheeks. The vampire wiped them away with a smile on his lips and led her towards the shower. Willow cried out in pure despair when he leant her against the cold wall and started to take off his clothes.

"Please…" She sobbed and he gave her a look that made her cry even harder. His black jeans pooled around his feet and he stepped out of them, kicking them into a corner. As he stepped up behind her, brushing his naked body against her back Willow pressed herself against the wall, praying that a secret door would open and swallow her inside.

The shower was turned on and the water hit her beaten body painfully. Spike's hands moved over her, cleaning her from the dried blood. The smatter of the water drowned her sobs as she put her head into the stream, trying to bear the pain when her wounds reopened.

Spike watched her standing so fragile and hurt in front of him and quickly got aroused. He loved being in control. And what could possibly be better than to be feared?

His cock throbbed and hardened as he watched the water run down her bruised skin. The pale skin he had bruised…The pride filling him made him growl and he sank his fangs into her neck making her scream. Blood ran down her back as he sucked her lifeblood, which once again called out to him. This time it tasted differently and he hoped it was because he had succeeded in making her pregnant.

Spike heard Willow's desperate cries for mercy and chuckled. He wasn't exactly known for showing mercy and that he promised the world would never change. He ripped her out of the stream of water and shoved her up against the wall, spreading her legs with one of his own.

"Calm down and it won't hurt so much." He growled in her ear as he lifted her up so she was standing on her toes. Pulling her slightly backward against him he impaled her on his cock, enjoying to hear her scream echo in his ears as he tore her sore channel. He thrust into her brutally, feeling her muscles clamp down on him.

Spike decided that for once be a nice guy and let himself orgasm rather soon. If he wanted to he could pretty much fuck her for hours but since she already couldn't stand having him inside of her he thought he had caused her enough pain already.

He pulled out of her shaking body and let her sink to the watery floor. Willow cried, watching the blood coming from her vagina run down the drain with the water still coming from the shower.

Spike washed himself clean from her blood and his own semen and then pulled her up, putting her under the water. Finally he decided that they were both clean so he turned off the shower and brought Willow a towel. She looked at it with lifeless eyes before accepting it and pulling it around her wet body. Spike dried himself off while watching her pale figure and wondered if he had broken her too much. He came to the conclusion that she from now on would never be left alone in case she would get some crazy idea and try to commit suicide. He had heard a lot of stories about human lovers that some vampires had taken. They had all ended up dead after awhile, most of them taking their own lives…

"Come here, pet. Let's get you something to eat. And then maybe we could watch a movie…You like movies, don't you, luv?" He asked her softly while taking her little hand in his cold one. Willow just looked at him blankly and Spike sighed, stroking her red hair. This would be nine awfully long months…
 
 

Part Seventeen
 
 

Angel looked down at the blonde head resting on his bare chest. Her wept tears were still wetting his ghostly white skin. He stroked away a strand of her soft hair and watched how her eyes moved under her puffy eyelids. Buffy was having a nightmare again. He wasn't surprised. Ever since the night Willow disappeared he had slept by her side, ready to comfort her when the guilt and the pain took over. And it did every single night. She'd wake up screaming and clutching his arm as her horrid dream faded away. Then she'd cry herself to sleep in his arms. And all he could do was whisper soothing words to her and hope that her and everyone else's nightmare soon would come to a stop.

Mostly he thought about Willow kept away from them by his own childe. He had since long memorized every line of her face both when he had his soul and when he had so tragically lost it. Her kindness, her strength and most of all her hidden beauty had captivated him while his demon had craved to destroy her innocence. And he didn't doubt that his childe, his dark Son had destroyed what his soul had once loved about the redheaded shy girl who was everyone's sunshine. At first he had been furious while his demon rejoiced. Then slowly he had grown numb. The feelings inside of him getting too strong to handle and he didn't want to loose it. No, not yet. Not when there still was a chance that they could find her.

But in what condition would she be? Broken undoubtedly. Beaten. Destroyed. Pregnant with death. She wouldn't survive whatever they did. She was already lost. And if the child she was bearing was the one who would end history…then they would all wish that they had died with her 'cause death would be a blessing they would never get no matter how much they begged for it…

******

Willow laid on the bed, staring on a spot on one of the walls imprisoning her. She was pregnant…The thought of something evil inside of her slowly growing was too much for her to bear. She feared her own body. She expected some monster to start to claw its way through her stomach and rip her open from the inside. For the hundredth time she cursed Xander for making her watch all four "Alien" movies…

She sobbed at the thought of her friend. Even if only two months had passed since she had last seen him she couldn't remember his face. It was all a blur. All the precious things that meant the world to her were fading away. She couldn't remember the fatherly look Giles used to give her every once and awhile…She couldn't remember Buffy's laugh. She couldn't even remember how she felt when Oz looked at her with love and slowly stroked her hand with his thumb…

The memories stuck in her brain were the ones of a blonde vampire, forcing her to…

Willow hit her head hard with her hands and cried. Why did she remember every single detail about him?! He had stolen her memories and replaced them with him. Only him. His strong hands holding her down. His smell and taste. His cold skin pressed against her. His blue eyes seeing into her mind and soul without an invitation. His menacing growl before his fist connected with her face. His cruel laughter when she cried. His big hard cock pounding into her until she bled and screamed for mercy…

"Willow…" His singing voice cut through her ears and she screamed when the whip hit her back…
 
 

Part Nineteen
 
 

Willow watched the vampire pace around the room. Every now and then he threw something across the room in a fit of rage. She stared at him blankly used to seeing him like this.

"Can you stop the pacing. It makes me sick." She said calmly and Spike quickly faced her and looked at her angrily.

"Did I tell you to speak?" He growled and Willow looked at him and said calmly: "I'm not your slave. Not you're whore or lover. I'm nothing to you and you're nothing to me."

"You know what, precious? I think I'm going to cut off that disobedient tongue of yours. It's not like you will need it to give birth to my son…" Spike said coldly and bent down to get the knife from his boot. Willow swallowed and shook her head.

"You won't."

"No?" Spike grinned, walking against her. Willow didn't doubt that he was serious and managed to run past him and out the bedroom door. Spike quickly followed her. He saw her running down the stairs and elegantly swung himself over the railing and landed on the floor downstairs as graceful as a cat.

Willow screamed as she felt his cold hand around her wrist. She hit him helplessly, staring up into his laughing eyes.

"No, please no!" She screamed as his hand seized her chin in a hard grip forcing her mouth open. Spike lifted the shining blade and chuckled.

"I've been dying to do this." He mumbled and looked into her eyes filled with panic. He smiled. "Don't worry, Red, this won't kill you."

Willow's hand had been desperately searching for a weapon and now she finally got hold of a heavy ornament on the table standing behind her. She raised it and let it come down hard into Spike's left cheek. It was more the surprise than the pain that made him let go of her, giving her a chance to escape. And escape she did…

Willow rushed through the rooms, desperately pushing down furniture behind her to stop her follower from reaching her. But Spike easily jumped over the obstacles she had put in his way and he grinned, enjoying the hunt and his prey's fear.

Willow whimpered when she saw him rushing against her and opened a door and locked it quickly to keep him from coming in. She looked around the room and started to put every thing she could move in front of the door.

Spike knocked on the door. "Pet, come out and I promise I won't hurt you." He said and then laughed cruelly. "Oh, come on, Red. Come out and we'll get rid of this tongue business so I can shag you rough and hard. Just the way you like it, baby."

Willow stared at the door and swallowed. She looked around trying to find something more to shove in front of the door and her gaze fell on a phone peeking out from under a blanket. She rushed over to it and fell down on her knees taking the phone into her shaky hand.

"Please, goddess, let it work." She whispered and dialed the number to the library.

"Hello?"

Willow sobbed at the sound of Giles' voice.

"Giles, please, help me." She begged.

"Willow! Oh God! Are you all right?"

Spike who had been listening with his ear against the door, growled.

"Fuck!" He yelled, slamming into the door. "Stupid bloody minions! You tell them no phones and of course there's a…"

Spike slammed his side into the door again and it started to give away under his strength.

"…bloody…"

He slammed into it once more and the door opened so much that he could step into the room.

"…phone." He said, looking at Willow holding the phone to her ear. She stared up at him, making a whimpering noise.

"Willow, what's wrong? Is Spike there?" Spike heard the watcher say to the quivering redhead. He smiled and yanked the phone from her hand.

"Yeah, I'm here and trust me you won't be hearing Willow's voice again." He said and hanged up, looking down at Willow who had crept into a corner.

"You, my dear, have been a very naughty little girl…"

*****

Spike laid his head on Willow's growing stomach and smiled when he felt the baby kick his chin.

"What a strong little fellow you are. Daddy's boy." He said proudly and then licked at the bloody knife he held in his hand and turned his head to look at the mother of his child. She choked at the blood running down her throat and Spike hit her back so she could breathe easier.

"The sad thing is that you can't give me a blowjob anymore." Spike said and sighed. "But sometimes sacrifices has to be made. Don't look so sad, pet. I had more use of your tongue than you did. You were quiet, which was wonderful, I like that in a woman, but when you spoke you just said the wrong things, baby. It's better this way. For your own sake, kitten. Now I don't have to beat you every time you say something that displease me." He said and stroked her chin. "The end is coming, pet. I'm sorry to say that you won't be here to see it."
 
 

Part Nineteen
 
 

Angel and Buffy rushed into the library startling the others. Buffy immediately went straight for the store of arms while Angel gathered the gang around him.

"We know where Willow is and we have to leave now. We can't tell when she's going to get into labor and the way there is rather long."

"Which means we're going to arm ourselves to our teeth and then be hell on wheels. Cordy you're behind the wheel. Oz?" Buffy said and looked at the young man.

"I can't. The moon." He said. "Just give me the direction and I'll get there myself."

"Oz, we can't let you go free as a werewolf." Giles said but silenced when he saw the look the young man was giving him. Angel quickly gave him the directions and Oz turned and walked out of the library.

"Well, that was interesting. Can we go already?" Cordy said and Buffy shoved a stake in her hand.

"Yes. Let's go." She answered, holding the crossbow so hard in her hand that it nearly broke under her strength. Giles looked at her worriedly but picked up his weapons and followed her out to the cars. He would do anything to save his precious Willow. If he could he would die for her only to let her live one more day…He just hoped they wouldn't be too late to save her and the rest of the world…

*****

Willow gasped as the pain stroke her and looked terrified around the room. Her water had broken and Spike was nowhere to be seen. Not that she wanted him to be with her but she was frightened. So terribly frightened that she thought she would go mad.

Willow slowly managed to drag herself up from her chair and walked towards the door. She opened it and listened. Nothing but a ghostly silence…

Crying she continued her way towards the stairs and grabbed hold of the railing like her life depended on it as the pain came back. With shaky legs she managed to descend the steps and walk towards the front door. She unlocked it and opened it only to come face to face with a female vampire who growled at her menacingly. Willow stumbled backwards with a quiet scream in her head. The vampire followed her into the hallway and when Willow's body yet shook in pain, making pearls of sweat trickle down her forehead she used the pain to get strength enough to rush like a madwoman into the vampire piercing her on a hook on the wall. The vampire snarled and tried to scratch her with its sharp nails.

Willow lifted a chair and slammed it into the wall. Somehow she managed to pick up a sharpened leg of the chair and used it as a stake, ramming it into the vampire's heart. She stared at the dust flying in the breeze coming from the open door and let the stake fall to the floor.

She stared out into the garden and walked out with her eyes set upon the full moon.

*****

Spike walked into the hallway and stared at the open door. His eyes traveled over the dust covering the floor and growled, putting on his game face. His angry expression suddenly changed and he sniffed, a smile spreading over his demonic features. His bitch was in labor…

Spike walked out on the stone steps and let his golden eyes wander over the grounds. They stopped at the beginning of the woods and he growled getting ready for the hunt.

******

Willow walked as fast as she could, trying to find her way through the dark trees. She didn't know where she was going all she knew was that she had to keep on walking…

She supported herself against a tree and whimpered. She looked down and saw that her dress was covered in blood. She gingerly pulled it up and watched the blood flow down her inner thighs. Her left hand held her stomach as she fell down on the ground, supporting herself with her other hand. Her mind was only filled with thoughts of pain and she laid down on the sticky ground with her legs spread, trying desperately to stop the blood flowing away with her life.

Pain ripped through her and she hit her head against the ground and screamed silently. Then all of a sudden the pain was gone and there was only numbness. Willow closed her eyes and heard a childlike laughter. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at the child lying at her feet. It's golden eyes penetrated her and she crawled backwards to get away from it. Its purple lips were twisted in an evil smile as it looked at her and it turned its head when Spike came walking against them.

******

The cars stopped in the driveway with shrieking tires and everybody jumped out ready to run into the house. Angel went into game face and sniffed.

"She's not in the house, she's in the woods." He said and everybody stopped in their tracks and turned against the dark forest before them.

******

Spike gave Willow a quick glance and then got down on his knees and took the child into his arms. He started to purr affectionately and raised the child up against the sky. The monstrous child giggled and revealed a split tongue. The tongue of a snake…

"Aren't you the most beautiful child I have ever seen." Spike said adoringly and smiled. The child's happy expression faded away replaced by a grim look and Spike frowned and then his ear's picked up the sounds of people moving towards them.

"Bloody slayer and friends." He snarled with disgust and got up on his feet. He looked down at Willow who had only a few minutes left to live. He smiled and placed a kiss on her trembling lips.

"For whatever it's worth, thanks." He said and pulled the child close to him and started to rush further into the woods.

Buffy was the first one to reach her dying friend and she fell down on her knees by her side and seized her hand. The others soon gathered around them and Giles looked down at the pale redhead and stroked away a strand of her sweaty hair. Willow blinked up at them with teary eyes, desperately wanting to tell them that it wasn't their fault.

"I'm so sorry, Will. I'm so sorry..." Buffy cried and pulled her close. Willow weakly stroked her back and Buffy backed away letting Xander take her place. The young man sat speechless at his dying friend's side, his eyes doing all the talking. Willow smiled and lifted a hand to wipe away his tears.

<It's all right. > Her eyes told him before the life faded from them for good.

Laughter rang through the forest and everybody looked up.

"Spike." Angel hissed and took a few steps to go after him but Buffy laid a hand on his arm and stopped him. "This isn't your fight." She said and a shadow flew past them.

"Oz." Angel whispered and Buffy nodded and looked up at the full moon. Soon the sounds of growls and screams reached them and Angel tensed.

"My childe…" He whispered and this time Buffy couldn't stop him. He rushed through the trees, repeating only one name in his mind.

Angel let out a sorrow-filled roar when he spotted his childe lying face up on the ground. Half his face was torn off and where his heart once had been was only an empty hole. He was still holding a firm grip of the headless body of his child. Angel placed a kiss on his childe's forehead, one last act of affection.

He heard a growl behind him and spun around seeing the injured werewolf holding his childe's heart in his paw. Angel let out a roar and stalked towards the animal. He kneeled before it and twisted its head. In its death the werewolf transformed into the young man trapped inside and Angel found himself staring into Oz's dead eyes.

"Oz?" He heard Buffy say as the gang came up behind him.

"He didn't make it." Angel said and turned back to his angelic face before turning around to face the others. "Stake?" He said and held out his hand against Buffy. She looked at him questionably and he roared. "I'm not going to stake myself just give me the god damn stake!"

Buffy winced and threw the stake over to him. Angel caught it in the air and glanced at her before he reached for his childe's heart. He stood up and gave his childe's body one more look before he ran the stake through the heart and watched it turn to dust…

"At least we saved the world." Cordelia said, trying to cheer everybody up.

"Then why does it feels like it just ended?"

"Because in some aspects it has…"

The End

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