Author: Sunshine

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

Feedback: If you want me to write fics again then yes…

Rating: NC-17

Classification: Willow/Spike

Spoilers: Takes place in the beginning of season four of BtVS and season one of "Angel" I guess. No spoilers though.

Dedication: Darla!!!! Happy birthday, pet!!! Here's the W/S fic you wanted for your birthday. I hope you like it. There will be no Angel, Cordelia or Wesley in this one sorry. Better not try it since I haven't seen a single episode from "Angel" or season 4 of BtVS for that matter. *grins*

Oh, yeah, Angel makes a little guest appearance though. Enjoy.

Spike watched how the redheaded witch tripped over a low tombstone letting out a scream in surprise and pain as she landed hard on her back in the wet grass of the cemetery. Spike grinned, walking in a predatory way towards the frightened girl who was fighting to get up on her feet and run away from him.

The vampire was no longer playing with his prey. Now he was hunting to feed, to kill. Maybe even to shag the witch to death on a fresh grave. Whatever made him happy…

He watched Willow run sick-sack between the gravestones, crying in fear. Suddenly he felt like weeping too. He was completely alone in Sunnyhell, abandoned long ago by his hated and beloved Sire and now abandoned by his lover for over two lifetimes. He wanted to kill and torture them for making him this miserable while they were off happy living their lives. Well, the old poof probably wasn't happy but at least he wasn't alone.

Seeing that he would loose his precious prey if he didn't snap out of his misery Spike caught up with Willow and pulled her roughly against him.

"No!" She moaned; twisting her arms to get free from his strong hands that was holding painfully onto her wrists. Spike found himself staring into her watery green eyes, watching the salty tears run down her pale face. Willow's ruby hair flew violently around her head as she tried to yank herself free from his agonizing grasp.

"Red…" Spike whispered. Her nickname soft on his lips.

Willow stopped struggling and stared up at him gravely. She licked her lips unconsciously and Spike took an unneeded breath as he felt himself being pulled into her eyes. Had they always been so incredibly green?

His lips touched hers gently as a breeze…but then came the storm of passion. Their tongues fought their minds. Their saliva mixing, making them taste the other's longing.

They felt like they were falling, slowly realizing that they actually were…Down in an open grave…
 
 

*****
 
 

She was swimming upwards, seeing a light above the surface. It was dark around her, dark above her except that only light. Willow concentrated on the light, the fear and the thoughts would have to come later…

Willow's head shot up over the surface and she inhaled sharply. She felt exhausted even though it all had taken nothing more than maybe 45 seconds from when she had suddenly found herself surrounded by water till she reached the surface.

Now she was swimming around, looking around her in the dark and looking up at the big white moon shining down upon her. It seemed to smile mysteriously…

"Red!"

Willow looked around her, recognizing Spike's voice. She felt relief flood through her. At least she wasn't alone. Right now she preferred being with the bloodthirsty demon than all by herself despite the high risk of getting her blood drained from her body.

"Spike!?" She shouted.

"Where are you?" She heard him say to the right of her.

"Well, just follow my voice." Willow said. "Spike, I'm scared."

He appeared from out of nowhere by her side and she squealed as his arms went around her waist. "Well, I usually have that affect on people, pet."

"That's not what I meant." Willow replied and felt his eyes boring holes into her skull. "Although you are pretty scary."

Spike chuckled. Willow smiled, her heart taking an extra beat in joy. She scowled at herself and spoke: "Spike, how did we get here?"

Spike groaned. "I don't bloody know, pet. One moment we were…" He stopped, thinking back at how they had been kissing like there was no tomorrow.

<What the hell was that all about? >

Willow had the same thought in her mind. She bit her lip and thought further. "Are you still going to kill me?"

"Not at the moment, luv." Spike answered and Willow accepted his reply for now.

Spike vamped out, making sure the redhead didn't see him. No point in scaring her away from him. He wouldn't fancy having to chase her in the dark.

He looked around, seeing a change in the darkness. He turned back to his human face and pointed in the dark for Willow to see.

"I think there's land over there." He said, hearing her breathe. He found that he actually liked the sound…

"Guess we're not in a pool then." Willow said and Spike laughed. "No, kitten, if we had landed in a bloody pool then I wouldn't have been here now."

Willow almost bit her tongue when she was about to say that she was glad they weren't in one then.

<What's wrong with you, Willow Rosenberg? > She thought, sighing. <He tried to kill you just a few minutes ago, girl! >

"Are you ready to swim, pet?" Spike asked her and she felt him let go of her. She missed the feeling of having him pressed against her back.

"Okay." She mumbled and they started to swim towards the land. Willow had a hard time keeping up with the blonde vampire. She soon noticed that he even stopped to wait for her every now and then.

Willow breathed out in exhausted relief when she saw the beach stretched before them. Suddenly she felt herself being hoist up into strong arms and carried the rest of the way to the sand. Spike put her carefully down and laid down beside her.

"This doesn't make any sense." Willow panted as she flipped over, looking at the palm trees. Spike followed her gaze.

"Pretty big grave we fell down in, eh?" He said, giving her an amused look. Willow just gave him a look and tiredly sat up.

"So what are we going to do now? How are Buffy and the others going to find us? Oh, maybe they never will. Maybe we will be stuck here forever!" Willow rambled.

"Not bloody likely. And shut the hell up about the bitch slayer, pet! I really don't need to hear her bloody name right now!" Spike hissed. Willow silenced, looking down at her hands.

"Sorry." She whispered and Spike sat up.

"It's all right, darling." He mumbled and gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze as he stood up, looking into the woods. "What we need to do is find a cave, somewhere where I'll be safe from the sunlight."

Willow nodded and stood up. Spike watched her and gave her a nod to follow him and began to walk towards the trees. Willow quickly followed him, not wanting to be left alone.

Spike ripped his way through the jungle. He heard Willow stumble after him and smiled. The poor chit was exhausted. It would be so easy to drain her right now. But he needed her blood to last…besides she was good company. For a human anyway.

Spike let out a yell in satisfaction as he spotted a cave beside a little lake. Well, it was more of the seize of a pool.

"Wait here." He told Willow and went into the cave to make sure it was safe. He morphed and looked around the little den. It was perfect for two persons. And no animal seemed to be living there. He sauntered out of the cave, looking at the redhead who smiled in relief when she saw him. Spike shook his head, amazed by her confidence and trust in him. And she was supposed to be the smart one…

"Go inside, pet. I'm going to find some wood for a fire." He told her and watched her hesitantly walk into the cavern.
 
 

*****
 
 

When Spike came back he found Willow leaning against one of the stone walls, shivering in cold. He made the fire in silence and watched the flames rise under his skilled hands.

"Come sit by the fire, luv." Spike told her softly and watched her sit down on the other side of the fire.

Willow shivered and drew her legs up under her. Biting her lip she stared into the fire, watching the flames dance with each other. Spike watched her from the other side, noticing every single movement she made. His gaze fell upon her pale face, shadows playing over her troubled features. He felt a pang in his chest and fought the painful feelings of loneliness and jealousy that filled his dead cold heart. He was jealous of the people whom she loved, lonely because he wasn't loved.

A lonesome tear ran down his cheek. He felt it fall on his hand and stared at it incredulously before wiping his hand on his black jeans. One single tear shed and he felt like a river of emotions was running through him.

Swallowing hard, he looked up at the redheaded witch again, wanting to seek comfort in her. She always was so kind. Even towards him. Someone who she should detest with her whole essence. But she…cared about him. Sure a part of him wanted to tear her heart out because of it. A human girl cared for *him*. It wasn't natural. It was an abhorrent thought but still it filled him with a happiness he couldn't deny and frankly he didn't want to.

Willow shivered in the cold night, embracing herself. She stroked her chilled arms trying to warm them.

Spike saw her motions and stood up. Willow glanced up at him. When she saw him watching her through deep blue eyes she quickly looked into the fire again. She always had a hard time looking into his eyes; afraid that she would see something inside them that she didn't wanted to know.

Spike walked around the fire and took off his duster and placed it on her tensed shoulders. He sat down beside her, seeing her give him a quick glance, gratitude and fear both shining in her eyes. Spike's arm brushed against her bare knee and she let out a little squeal, hoping that he hadn't heard it.

His arm reached around her back and held her close. Willow's breath quickened and she closed her eyes. She felt him nuzzle her neck and almost screamed when she felt his vampire countenance against her trembling skin.

"Just one little taste, luv. That's all I need for tonight." Spike whispered in her ear, waiting for her approval. Willow nodded, unable to speak and Spike grinned. He blew cold air on her neck and kissed a spot tenderly. His tongue darted out licking the spot before he sunk his fangs into her soft young flesh. He felt her tense, almost holding her breath. A wail escaped her lips and he bit further down into her. Her blood flowed around his fangs and he lapped at the wound, slowly withdrawing.

Willow sobbed in his arms and he stroked her back soothingly. He amazed himself by purring. Why the hell was he purring to a human? He stopped immediately and saw her look at him in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look into her green eyes and smiled. The devil knew he felt like an idiot but seeing her look up at him, forgiveness already shining in her eyes, it made him feel good.

"Let's get you out of those wet clothes, Red." He said and she immediately froze.

"No." Willow said, giving him a fearful look. Spike felt his demon rejoice.

"Don't be silly, pet. You'll get a bloody cold and I doubt you want to get sick in this place." Spike said and removed the duster from her. His hands moved over her wet shoulders and she recoiled.

"Pet!" Spike growled warningly. "You're going to get out of those clothes whether you like it or not!"

Willow looked at him; tears in her eyes and Spike sighed. Did the chit think he would rape her? Well, he could, it would get him warmed up…

He looked into her eyes and sighed once again, feeling like his Sire. It was *not* a good feeling.

"I'm not going to hurt you, baby, I swear." He told her.

"You promise?" Willow asked him, her lower lip trembling in a pout.

"Vampire's honor." Spike said and chuckled when she gave him a chilly look.

<She sure got some fire under that calm surface…>

"I promise I won't hurt you, Red."

Willow nodded, her hands going to the hem of her shirt. She pulled it trembling over her head, leaving her in a blue cotton bra. Spike stared at her creamy skin, wanting to reach out and touch it. But he sat still, watching her undress before him. Soon she sat in her underwear, trying to not look him in the face.

Spike pulled off his black T-shirt and heard her gasp. Had she really believed that he would stay dressed in soaked clothes?

He stood up, pulling down his jeans and he heard her sharp intake of air. So he wasn't wearing any underwear, big deal.

Spike looked at Willow, seeing that her once so white face had turned crimson. He laughed heartily at her shyness and spread out his duster on the ground. At least it had dried quickly.

"Loose the rest as well." He told her as he laid down on his duster, propping his head up with his left hand, facing her.

"Leave me alone." Willow hissed.

"Do you want me to take them off for you?" Spike growled and watched her emotions play over her face. A mix of anger, fear and shyness.

Finally her hands went around her back and she unhooked her bra, throwing it on her heap of clothing. Just as quickly her panties followed them and she sat with her knees pressed against her chest, her legs not spread a single centimeter.

"Why don't you join me, pet?" Spike said, a wide smile on his face when he saw her flinch.

"You promised." He heard her whisper.

"And what I promised I'll keep. Come on, Red, it will be warmer for both of us."

Silence took over and they both stared into the fire for what seemed like hours. Willow felt herself getting colder and colder and finally she crept over to Spike, lying down on his duster before him. His arm immediately sneaked over her waist as she laid with her back against him. She felt him press against her and bit her lip when she felt his cock rub against her back.

Willow held her breath but it didn't seem like the vampire was going to force himself on her. She felt her eyes fall closed and she drifted off to sleep, in the loving arms of her enemy.
 
 

******
 
 

Willow moaned, her eyelids slowly opening, before falling heavily shut again. After a few minutes she opened her eyes again and stared down at the leather she was resting on. Swallowing, she turned her head and looked at the vampire behind her. His eyes were closed and he seemed peaceful. Suddenly he moved, embracing himself as to gain comfort.

"Drusilla…"

The name was spoken in sadness, his voice begging for his wicked plum's return.

Willow frowned, and looked sadly at his pained expression. She carefully sat up and leaned over his sleeping form, kissing his cheek tenderly. Spike's features seemed to soften and he looked like he once again was in peace in his dream state. Willow smiled and stood up, collecting her clothes before walking out of the cave and into the sunlight. Bird singing filled the warm air.

Willow looked down into the clear water of the small sea and slowly dipped a toe into the water, disturbing the surface. The water felt warm and a smile of contentment formed on her young face while she slid into it. Giggling to herself she took a few strokes before standing up, washing herself as best she could without soap. She bent backwards, dipping her red hair and almost fell when she heard him shouting for her.

"Red!"

Willow frowned and swam over to her clothes and got up and started dressing. A few minutes later she ran into the cavern, looking worriedly at the growling vampire.

"Where the hell were you?" He asked her, walking up to her menacingly.

"I…I was just outside." Willow said, looking scared up at him. "Um, were you worried?"

The heat in the vampire's golden eyes seemed to die before it turned into cold ice.

"No I wasn't." He said, sounding like a stubborn child.

"I…was just…I'm bloody hungry, bitch! Come here!" He yelled, his eyes once again full of anger and what seemed like panic...

Willow screamed when he grabbed her, going for her neck. Her legs bent weakly under her and they fell to the floor. The vampire pressed her hard down against the ground while his fangs pierced her skin.

"No! Please! Spike, it hurts!" Willow screamed, sobbing violently. Spike pulled away, blood coloring his fangs and mouth in the red color of life. His eyes were bewildered and if Willow hadn't been rushing out of the cove in blind panic she would have seen the fear written all over his face.

Willow fell to the ground when she felt the safety of sunlight falling upon her. Her body shook in sobs, tears streaming down her face as she buried her face in her arms. The fear still had a grip of her heart and mind.

Meanwhile Spike had sunk to the floor of the cavern, his eyes closed as he listened to the witch's cries. He was confused; feeling empty at first until he realized that he was so filled of emotions that his mind couldn't handle them. Huddling in a corner, he held his head in his hands and finally let the long denied tears flow free.

Willow lifted her head when she had no more tears to shed and slowly rose, walking deeper into the woods.
 
 

******
 
 

As soon as the sun sunk below the horizon the vampire staggered out of his haven. She hadn't returned to him…like so many others.

The vampire's hunger was now begging to be fed. Spike stood silent in the night, listening for a heartbeat. Soon the familiar sound caught his ears and he hunted it madly. The sound drove him insane with hunger.

A graceful leap and his prey were struggling under him. He attacked the flesh, the blood calming his maddening hunger. When the vampire's prey lied drained in his arms he dropped it to the ground and looked down on it. Wild boar…Who would have thought that William the bloody would take such pleasure of draining a dirty animal?

Spike sighed, kicking the boar in the ribs. He looked down at it, the dead eyes staring up at him and suddenly a wide smile spread over his handsome face.

Spike slung the boar over his shoulder and whistled as he returned to the cave, feeling like one of the dwarfs in Snow White.

Fifteen minutes later the boar was being grilled over a fire outside the cove. Spike poked the fire and grinned inwardly when he heard a branch snap under a careless foot. He could smell her now but still his face showed no emotions. He even look a bit angry there he sat, shadows moving over his face.

He had been crouched down but now he stood up, throwing the stick out into the darkness and turned against her, looking at her uncertain face. Willow was biting her lip, ready to run if he launched at her but still she gave him an almost stubborn look.

"I'm hungry."

She wasn't pleading.

Spike stared her in the eye, watching her shudder, but she didn't falter.

Minutes passed…

Then they took one careful step towards each other, never breaking eye contact. Next step went faster until they were running, throwing themselves into the others arms.

"Bloody hell, girl, but I want you…I need you…" Spike growled, kissing her hot and moist cherry lips.

"I need you too…" Willow whispered and blushed. "What's happening with us? This must be wrong. It's against all rules."

"Sod the bloody rules, pet. They're meant to be broken anyway. When I want something I take it. And I want you." Spike breathed out, licking his lips before attacking her mouth with his tongue. He felt almost feverish and wondered if it all was a dream or perhaps a spell was playing with his fragile mind.

Willow whimpered when his ravishing hands went up her dress.

"Ssh…I am not going to hurt you, Red. I swear."

"You broke that promise the last time, remember?" Willow said and surprised him by cupping him through his jeans. Dream or not, it felt bloody wonderful…

"A little pain can be good for you…" Spike told her, his voice filled with lust. To his surprise she smiled and nodded before her hands went to his belt and started to unbuckle it.

"Maybe I even need it…" Willow whispered into his ear. She chewed on his earlobe and giggled when he growled, ripping the dress of her body.

She lowered the zipper to his jeans and brought her tiny hand to touch his erection. Spike closed his eyes, feeling her hand encircle him and free his erect penis. He gave a shout when he felt warm moistness around his cock. He looked down, watching the little witch give him a blow job.

Spike panted and groaned, letting his fingers go through her red hair.

"Fuck Red, you can't be real…" He moaned, feeling his orgasm build as her tongue swirled over the head of his cock.

"It's always the quiet ones…" He thought he heard her say around his cock and he pondered at the thought. Hadn't he always seen the passion in her eyes? Innocent, yes, but deadly sexy under the surface. Whatever it was that had brought her fire out to burn and play, he worshipped it.

Spike pulled his cock out of her eager mouth and shoved her on her back. Willow looked up at him darkly, a smile on her lips as she removed her underwear and spread her legs, showing him the entrance to her depths.

Spike grunted, freeing himself from his clothes and sank down over her, ravishing her peaky breasts. Willow panted, thrashing her head.

"Spike. Please fuck me!"

Spike froze for a second wondering if someone else had taken control of her body and mind. Then he suddenly didn't care anymore…

He pushed her legs up and against her chest, pounding into her tight burning sensation. It felt like his cock hadn't felt a cunt before. He kissed her roughly while caressing her breasts softly.

Willow made small whimpers of ecstasy, moving her fingers over her aroused bud of pleasure. She licked her lips and touched his cock as it slammed in and out of her vagina.

Feeling his orgasm come Spike kissed the goddess under him.

"Bite me." She whispered in his mouth and he growled, sinking his fangs into her neck. Willow thrashed, screaming as she climaxed. Spike felt her muscles clamp around him, milking him and he felt like something moved through his body in the speed of light before he exploded into pure ecstasy.

Panting he rolled over to rest on the left side of Willow and he raised a hand to cover his eyes. Removing it, he turned his head to look at her.

"That was…"

"Yeah." Was her exhausted response.

"I think the pig is done, pet." Spike said and stood up, cutting a piece of flesh off the boar with his army knife and handed it to Willow. "Hell, I wish I had a cigarette! A great fuck like this deserves a bloody fag, don't you think so, Red?"

Willow giggled and bit into the salty flesh. "Sure."

Spike sighed and looked into the fire. "Are we crazy, luv? Maybe we're not even here; maybe we're lying on the bottom of that grave unconscious."

Willow stared at him.

"No." She finally said, shaking her head. "Everything has felt too real to be a dream. But…maybe we entered another dimension, that way it feels unreal but still not, you know?"

"Cor. I bloody hate the hellmouth." Spike said and they laughed.

"You know, if what you say is true, pet, then the only way back is to go where we came from." Spike said, pondering.

"You mean we have to swim out into the ocean again? But…but sharks!"

"I wouldn't worry about that…too much, anyway." Spike said and grinned when he saw her wince. "We have to swim out and then dive and hopefully we end up in the grave."

"Hopefully?" Willow commented, biting into the meat.

"It's all we got, precious. We stay here too long and you'll end up dead." Spike responded. It was the truth and he said it not to scare her but because he felt a need to be honest with her.

Willow nodded, staring down at her meat, not feeling very hungry anymore.

"Let's do it." She said and threw the meat away, standing up. Spike stared up at her and then gave her a smile and nodded. He stood up and they got dressed in silence. They started to walk down towards the beach and Spike took Willow's hand holding it in a solid grip. He didn't want to loose her…

They stared out at the black ocean before them. The stars and the moon shining down on them.

Willow turned against Spike and he looked down at her. She looked puzzled and suddenly she went up on her toes and kissed his cheek.

"I just wanted to do that." She explained, blushing. The spell of the island was broken.

Spike stared into her eyes and when he saw the fire still glowing in them he smiled. He knew how to trick it to come out and play with him…if they survived.

They walked into the water, the waves wetting their legs.

"Spike." Willow said, gripping his hand in a death grip. The vampire could sense that she was terrified.

"I won't let you die." He said, surprising himself. Willow looked thankful at him and they continued into the blackness, soon swimming close to each other further and further out.

"Stop, pet. It's time."

"Oh Goddess!" Willow exclaimed, looking down into the black water. "I'm so scared, Spike."

"It's all right, luv. Take my hand." Spike comforted her and smiled. She took his hand, looking frightened up at him. "I'm going to count to three and then you take a deep breath and we'll dive together. Never let go of my hand. Okay?"

Willow nodded and whimpered.

"One…"

"I love you."

Spike stared at the young woman before him. Willow looked shocked at her own words.

"What did you say, luv?"

"Nothing."

"Pet…"

Silence.

"Whatever you said I mean and feel it too." Spike said softly.

"Really?! You love me?" Willow squealed in joy and blushed. "I mean 'oh'."

Spike chuckled. "Two. Three, pet."

"Wait!" Willow shouted and desperately took a breath when she was dragged under the surface. It was dark: all she could see was a blurred vision of Spike. She closed her eyes, concentrating on kicking her legs and holding her breath.

"Please, stop the bloody kicking, pet!"

"Huh?" She said, opening her mouth and eyes and stared into a wall of dirt. "Oh."

She looked at Spike who was sitting beside her in the pool of mud and water. "You look like shit."

"Thank you, precious." He replied with a grin, wiping the mud of his face and looked up at the starry sky. "Home, sweet home."

"A grave feels like home to you?" Willow said, smiling and yelped as he spurted muddy water at her. "Hey!"

Spike gave her an amused look and they laughed. Their laughter silenced when they heard a familiar voice.

"Willow! Are you there?"

"Fuck, it's the bloody bitch Slayer!" Spike exclaimed, standing up.

"Don't call her that." Willow said angrily and punched him in the gut.

"What the hell?"

"Ssh!" Willow hushed him and they heard someone walk by. They saw a glimpse of blonde hair…

"How can you be friends with someone so dense?" Spike exclaimed and pulled himself out of the grave before helping Willow up.

"Buffy is *not* dumb!" Willow protested.

"She didn't even notice us!!" Spike yelled but silenced when she kissed him.

"Hey now, I don't want to fight." She said, leaning her head against his chest. Spike sighed and kissed the top of her head.

"So now what, pet? I can't stay here in Sunny-fucking-dale."

"I know."

"Did you mean what you say? About loving me, pet?"

"With all my heart."

Spike laughed and slung her over his shoulder. "Let's get married!" He shouted running with her out of the cemetery.

"Spike you're crazy!"

"Oh." The vampire voice was filled with sadness.

"But I'll marry you anyway!" Willow yelled against his back.

"Bloody fucking wonderful, pet!" Spike said and continued to run.
 
 
 
 

Epilogue
 
 

"You know you're crazy, right?"

"Angel, shut up and escort me down the aisle, okay?" Willow said and the vampire sighed.

"He doesn't deserve you, Willow."

"My sexy pet deserves the world." Willow said determined.

"Your pet?" Angel exclaimed and Willow giggled and almost led the brooding vampire down the aisle instead of the other way around.

"You okay, peaches?" Spike asked his Sire who looked more deathly pale than usual.

"I think I need to sit down for this." Angel said and staggered over to a chair.

"Weakling." Spike grunted and Willow giggled.

"Love ya, Spikey."

"Love ya, Red." Spike replied and kissed her while stroking her growing belly.

"Love ya too, little one." They whispered affectionately before turning against the priest…
 

The End

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