Pairing: W/Spike
Rating: NC-17, BDSM, Rape
Summary: Willow wakes up hungry for blood and revenge, but Spike wants to break her in a little first.
Spoilers: Season two, after Angel loses his soul.
Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss, it is merely my playground.
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Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!
Special Thanks: This one is for my beta extraordinaire, Kat, and my pooch, Aden.
A/N: If you’re squeamish, this one may not be for you.
***Dedication: For Feen, Dreamy, Countess, Kat, Janet, Midnight, Fayth and all the other Lollipops who have been very patient with me while real life is kicking my ass. You guys rock, and I promise that I will find time to read your fics and send you all feedback ASAP!
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Spike watched
from behind a bush as his sire and Drusilla unceremoniously dumped the
dead girl on the ground, her naked form sprawling in front of a large marble
angel. Spike had waited until they left, and then followed at a distance,
not wanting the pair of vampires to know yet that his back had healed and
he could once again walk. It was best to leave that surprise for another
day when he could make more use of it. In the mean time though, he would
have to continue to endure Angelus’ abuse. However, by the time he finished
with the little redhead, he would have not one surprise for his sire, but
two, and together they would have their revenge.
He waited until
the coast was clear and then strolled over toward Willow’s body. Her pale,
marred flesh seemed to glow in the moonlight. She was stunning. He scooped
her into his arms carefully, and carried her to a nearby crypt. She probably
wouldn’t rise for another day at least, and in the meantime he didn’t want
anyone to find her, especially the slayer. Once she was safely inside,
he secured the doors with a large chain and padlock that he had brought
especially for that purpose.
On the way home
Spike was in a very good mood thinking of the mayhem to come. He whistled
jauntily as he headed back to the mansion, stopping on the way to kill
a young couple necking in the park. Yes sir, things were definitely looking
up.
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Willow shivered
awake, she was freezing. She rolled onto her side, reaching out in search
of her blanket, her eyes still shut tight, but the motion left her unbalanced
where she was perched on top of the sarcophagus and she toppled over the
side, landing with a hard THUD on the floor. She sat for a moment, trying
to get her bearings, doing her best to piece back together her memories
of how she had arrived in this dark and dank place without a stitch of
clothing, but her mind was just a jumble of images. It didn’t help matters
any that there was a sharp, gnawing pain in her gut. That wasn’t the only
thing wrong with her though. She couldn’t feel her heartbeat.
Just as this
thought began to register, she heard a loud clanking noise and looked up
to see Spike coming through the door. She began backing away, even though
she felt inexplicably drawn to him. All was not right with her world, and
she knew if Spike was involved things could only get worse.
“Evening, pet.
Sleep all right?” Spike asked with a chuckle, as he watched the redhead’s
vain attempt to cover herself.
“W-What’s happening
to me? How did I get here?” Willow asked in a shaky tone.
“I brought you
here.”
“Why?”
“To protect you.”
“From what?”
“The slayer.”
“But Buffy is
my friend,” she said in confusion, but even as she said the words she knew
they weren’t true. Once maybe, but not anymore.
Spike watched her expression change with concern. The little chit didn’t
seem to be connecting all the dots properly. It happened sometimes, especially
if a fledgling hadn’t been fed enough of their sire’s blood, you ended
up with a weak minion instead of a potential master vampire. It was a shame
really, someone as beautiful as her would have made a glorious addition
to his and Dru’s little family, but he didn’t have time to waste on some
brainless minion. He shook his head sadly, and turned to leave. But before
he got the chance, he felt strong hands lift him off the ground and hurl
him into a nearby wall.
“What did you do to me?!” Willow screamed like a banshee, jumping onto
his back as he stumbled to his feet, clawing at his eyes. “I can’t feel
my heart!”
Spike flailed, trying to get a hold of the crazy fledgling trying to
rip his eyes out. He could feel blood pouring down his face as she shredded
his flesh, leaving bloody trails down both cheeks. Finally, he was able
to bury one hand in her red locks and ripped her free, along with a good
chunk of her hair, as he flung her onto the cold stone floor. She immediately
tried to get up again, but he backhanded her and sent her flying.
The blonde vampire ran a hand across his cheek, and it came away slick
with blood. Maybe there was something worthwhile in the girl after all.
He walked over to her shaking form where she lay huddled on the floor,
her little fit of violence having made him impossibly hard. He bent over
her to claim his right of sire, when he heard her muttering something over
and over.
“I can’t feel my heart, I can’t feel my heart, I can’t feel my heart…”
Spike unfastened his pants, freeing his rigid cock, as he rolled her
over and pinned her with his weight. With one hand he pushed her hair from
her face and lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.
“You can’t feel your heart because you’re dead. You’re just another
soulless dead thing, just like me, with a dead black heart.”
With that he slammed his full length into her, making her cry out with
pain as his body pounded against her abused flesh, pulling slightly at
the safety pin that was still piercing her sensitive clit. She tried to
fight him off of her, but he simply pinned her hands above her head as
he continued to drive into her, her indignant screams echoing off the crypt
walls. Her struggles only served to increase his ardor and soon he could
feel his balls tightening just before filling her with his dead seed.
When he was through with her, he rolled onto his back, pulling her with
him. She continued to struggle, wanting to be anywhere at the moment but
there with the demon who had just raped her and told her she was dead.
But then Spike trailed a finger through the blood that was quickly drying
on his cheek, and placed it upon her lips. Immediately everything else
vanished from her mind and was replaced by thoughts of blood and feeding.
She felt her face morph into that of her demon visage for the first time,
but it didn’t frighten her, it somehow just felt right as she shimmied
up his body a bit, staring for a moment at her tormentor’s pale throat
as he tilted his head to allow her easier access. She bit into him savagely,
gulping down his blood greedily, and felt as if suddenly her world made
sense again.
Willow suckled on his neck while Spike’s hand trailed to the safety pin jutting out of one nipple, tugging on it slightly and smiling as his actions merited a whimper of pain from the small girl. Tomorrow night he would need to bring her some things, clothes, shoes, maybe some nice hoops for her new piercings, oh, and someone to eat.
The End, for now