Pairings: W/S
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Lover’s Walk
Summary: Spike decides he needs a new princess, and knows just the girl for the job. However, Willow is not so eager.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately all the characters in this story and on 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' do not belong to me, but to Joss Whedon. All praise Joss Whedon! Still, even if they aren't mine, I enjoy using them like puppets for my own sick purposes. Heh, heh.
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Spike attempted to lift his face off the bar and failed. It seemed that he had been that way for so long that the wood surface was actually growing out of his head. The bartender looked at him apprehensively and poured him another drink. He hoped that once the blonde demon was drunk enough, that he may actually pass out and then he and his surviving customers could make a mad dash for the afternoon sun outside. But Spike simply turned his head somewhat and gulped the drink down. Well, half of it anyway, the rest spilled across his face and the bar.
He then tried to continue explaining to the proprietor, why exactly he had spent the last twenty hours or so, in this dive trying to drown his miseries in blood and liquor. However, in his intoxication, his sad tale was coming out in Spanish, Russian, Pogara, and about a half dozen other human and demon languages, creating a bizarre mish mash of syllables and grunts. Unfortunately, Spike mistook the man’s bewildered stare for disinterest, and abruptly reached up and snapped his neck. There were gasps around the room, and then moans of fear, from the four remaining people in the darkened bar, as Spike flew into a rage at the prospect that he would now have to pour his own drinks, completely oblivious to the people huddled behind him.
The afternoon heat of the small Brazilian town was stifling, even to someone who doesn’t generate his own heat. Why was it that he had come back here? He hated this place. Oh yes, Drusilla. He cringed at the thought of her. He had known when he left Sunnydale that she would take him back. After all, what girl can resist torture? But his heart just wasn’t in it anymore. He knew that it was still Angelus that she dreamed of. That she would imagine his dark figure holding the whip when Spike would beat her, and it was more than he could take. In truth it had always been this way, it was always Angelus she longed for, he was the one who had broken her, after all.
It all seemed so unfair. He had always treated Dru like a goddess, given her everything, but it wasn’t enough. She never belonged to him. The truth was, as much as he had believed he was in love with her, what he really wanted was for someone, anyone, to be as devoted to him as she was to Angelus. It was then that a thought occurred to him; why not make his very own princess? He was a master vampire after all, fully versed in the art of torture. There was no mortal he couldn’t bend to his will. The more he considered it, the more he liked the idea. In fact he became so engrossed with his thoughts, that he didn’t even notice when the remaining humans slipped out the door and ran for their freedom, never looking back.
He pondered as he poured himself another drink. What type of girl should she be? Young and beautiful, were a given, but innocent too. He liked the idea of corruption. But he wanted her to be something more than just a piece of eye candy. He had always gotten a kick out of Dru’s insanity, not to mention the childlike need that such feeble-mindedness brought with it. But that would likely come with breaking the girl in. He wanted her to be smart; Dru was painfully stupid at times. He also wanted a girl with that special something, like Drusilla’s visions, a gift he could make use of later, and that would further win him the respect and envy of other demons.
He closed his eyes and contemplated the possibilities, suddenly seeing
a flash of red. He opened his eyes again, remembering the smell of cloves
and cinnamon. The witch, Red, she was perfect. Young, gorgeous,
painfully innocent, intelligent, and she also had a strong gift for magic
that she had barely tapped. He knew what he had to do; he was going back
to that Hell of all Hells, Sunnydale.
Willow pulled back from the computer, rubbing her temples and letting out an exhausted sigh. Her research was going nowhere. She still had no idea where the ritual sacrifice was to take place, or how to kill the sephlar demons. Buffy and Xander had given up two hours earlier, and headed out for the Bronze, telling her she would probably have better luck than them. After all, she was the ‘net’ girl. It hurt that they could just leave her behind like that; especially after all she had done for them. In fact, if it weren’t for her, they both probably would have flunked out of school by now. She tried to push such thoughts out of her head. She was needed even if she wasn’t always appreciated.
She had been feeling down lately, ever since that unfortunate incident with Xander in the factory. Oz had dumped her, of course, and after Cordelia broke up with Xander she became even more of a bitch than usual. Willow couldn’t blame her for her hostility; she had been caught kissing Xander. She couldn’t blame Oz for not wanting to have anything to do with her either, but in her own defense she was only seventeen and certainly not perfect. Besides, she had been in love with Xander her whole life, how was she supposed to resist that kind of temptation?
Anyway, by the time Spike left town to win Drusilla back on his own, everyone’s love life had gone to hell, not to mention the strain it put on their friendships. Buffy and Xander were the only real family she ever had. Her parents were never there for her. But after the "incident" suddenly everyone was hyper sensitive about their relationships. Willow wanted to put a little distance between her and Xander, to show Oz that she wanted only him, but all that she had succeeded in doing was alienating her oldest friend. Xander on the other hand wanted to show Cordelia how ‘over her’ he was, and had simply reverted back to obsessing over Buffy, who wasn’t too thrilled by the situation.
But what was really pissing Buffy off was that both Willow and
Xander had good relationships with people they loved, they had a future
with them, and they threw it all away. Meanwhile, she and the love of her
life, Angel, could never really be together because of some stupid curse.
She forgave Xander right away, because he’s a guy, and therefore couldn’t
help himself, but she expected more out of Willow, even if she never told
her so. Now things were so tense between the three of them, that they often
spent their time apart, or more honestly, Willow got left out, and usually
felt completely alone. Most nights she cried herself to sleep, wishing
Spike had just shoved that bottle through her face and gotten it over with.
Spike followed the witch home from the library. He had been watching her for a week now, learning her routines, her weaknesses. This was going to be easier than he thought. With Dru, Angelus had to kill everyone she loved to get her truly alone. But with Willow, it seemed like all the people she cared for had left her already. It would take very little to convince her that they never really cared at all. He smiled to himself when he heard the Desoto pulling up behind him; his minion was right on time. They were a block from her house when he made his move. Circling around a clump of trees, he appeared suddenly on the sidewalk in front of her.
"Hello luv, you miss me?"
Willow tried to scream, but the sound caught in her throat, so instead she turned and ran. Unfortunately she ran straight into Spike’s minion, who held her squirming form tightly while Spike sauntered over to them. He smiled evilly, planting a lingering kiss on her unwilling lips, and then planted a left hook across her jaw, knocking her out.
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She woke to find herself bound and gagged in total darkness. At first it was hard to be sure she was awake at all, but the pain in her jaw reminded her of the severity of the situation. She tried to move around, to see if she could make out where she was, but it was no use, it was too dark, and all her squirming was making the ropes cut into her wrists.
"I just love the feel of a young girl wriggling around next to me, almost as much as I like to feel one beneath me," a familiar voice breathed in her ear.
Willow froze when she realized that the cold object she had been thrashing against was in fact Spike, a very naked Spike! She felt hot tears well up in her eyes. All those times over the last couple of months that she had wished she was dead, and now she was going to get that wish, oh Goddess, she never even had the chance to say goodbye to Buffy and Xander.
Spike planted a feather light kiss at the base of her neck, thoroughly intoxicated by the waves of fear she was giving off.
"Don’t worry pet, I’m too sleepy to kill you right now. Go back to sleep and we will discuss your dying when I wake up." With that said he wrapped his limbs around the shaking girl and went back to sleep.
He woke some time later to find terrified green eyes staring up at him. "Evening princess," he said giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "I think it’s time we take that gag out of your mouth."
Once it was out Willow took a moment to stretch her jaw a couple of times, finding it incredibly stiff and sore. She wasn’t sure what to say, from past experience she remembered how moody Spike could be, and didn’t want to anger him.
"What do you want from me, a spell?" she asked shakily.
"No pet, just you." Spike purred.
"Me, for what?" she squeaked.
"Don’t worry love, if all I wanted was a snack, then I would have killed you right away, and left you on Slutty the Slayer’s doorstep."
"Then what do you want?" she managed to whisper.
Spike trailed his fingers lightly up her arm, causing her to shiver and try to pull away. But he grabbed her roughly and held her in place.
"What I want is a new princess." He breathed in her ear.
Gulp, what did that mean? Her thoughts became frantic as she eyed her surroundings again, looking for a possible escape and finding none. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark over time and she could now make out the dim outlines of a small dresser, and a chair in the corner, next to a door. There were no windows in the room, which struck her as a bit odd, and she saw nothing that could pass as a weapon. She could try to make a dash for the door, but Spike would probably just kill her. Besides she was still all tied up, and was starting to get a cramp in her leg.
"So does this mean you want us to snuggle? Because it would probably be easier without these ropes." She implored, trying not to raise his suspicions.
"Nice try luv," he said cocking a scarred eyebrow, "but I don’t think you’re quite ready for your freedom yet. But I’d be happy to take you up on the snuggling bit." He added with a slight chuckle.
"I’m getting a cramp in my leg, and I have to pee." She said, her face flushing red.
Spike wanted to kick himself for not noticing this rare beauty sooner. The way the blood rose in her cheeks made his blood flow the opposite direction. It was a real shame that vampires couldn’t blush; he would miss that when he turned her.
"Alright pet, I was planning on giving you a bath anyway," he conceded, standing up and slinging her over his shoulder. Willow squeezed her eyes shut and let out a squeal as Spike’s fully naked form came into view.
"Actually, I’m fine really! Spike please put me down, I don’t need a bath!" she pleaded.
"I wasn’t giving you a choice," he growled in response.
He carried her out the door, past a couple of snoozing vampires and into a dingy bathroom. There were no windows in this room either. Maybe they were underground she thought, still hoping to find some possible escape route. She noticed the wall was discolored above a small sink, where apparently a mirror had once been. The lack of windows added to the darkness of the room, with the only light coming from a flickering bulb hanging haphazardly from the ceiling casting long strange shadows everywhere. Spike set her down in front of the toilet and began to untie her bindings, then turned and started the taps on a large claw foot tub in the corner.
"You have five minutes to relieve yourself, and don’t even think of trying to escape, because I really don’t want to kill you just yet," and with that he left her.
She knew there was no point in trying to get away, Spike was a killer and would have no qualms about tearing her throat out, but the thought of him bathing her made her nauseous. Maybe she could reason with him, although she doubted it. Unfortunately before she could come with a plan, Spike was back carrying towels, shampoo and a sponge, which he set down next to the tub. He then approached her and began to unbutton Willow’s shirt. She tried to slap his hand away, but he just grabbed her hand and gave it a sharp squeeze, causing pain to shoot up her arm.
"Spike please," she begged, starting to cry.
"You’re right, I didn’t like this shirt anyway," and with that he simply ripped the offending garment from her body, soon followed by her skirt. Willow stood, somewhat in shock, sobbing softly and trying to cover herself with her arms. Just looking at her standing there in a plain white cotton bra and knickers, blushing furiously, he began to harden. She was beautiful. Her body was all smooth perfection, with pert breasts, and firm muscle tone. But even more erotic than the sight of her was the way she attempted to preserve her modesty. She was innocence incarnate. He noticed the look of fear on her face as her eyes took in his fully engorged member. He allowed himself a smirk, before climbing into the tub, turning the water off, and taking a moment to revel in the luxurious heat.
"Finish undressing and get in pet," he said calmly.
"No," she responded, almost too softly to be heard.
"It wasn’t a request luv, just do it," his voice taking on a menacing edge.
"No."
"Look, it’s just a bath, nothing to worry about. Now you can get in on your own, or I can come over there and throw you in!" he threatened.
Willow choked back another sob, then removed her bra and panties, but was still more than reluctant to climb into a bathtub with a naked vampire. ‘This is so very wrong’ she thought to herself. But Spike only smiled and motioned for her to join him.
"You are truly a vision to behold," he said a bit breathlessly taking in her fully naked form. She was all creamy white skin, her breasts rosy tipped perfection and her woman hood covered in cinnamon curls. "Now come on and get in." She finally gave in and climbed into the tub, crouching rigidly in front of him.
"Relax luv, I’m not going to bite," he said with a bit of a chuckle, "lean back, and I’ll wash your hair." he pulled her gently by the shoulders until she was resting her back against his chest, making her very aware of his erection pressing against her. Spike wanted to take her right then, but it was too soon. She needed to be trained, prepared, if he let his impatience get the better of him, she would become just another conquest, not his princess. He took the sponge and wrung it out over her hair until it was thoroughly wet and then applied her shampoo, gently working it into a lather, careful not to let any drip into her eyes.
Willow couldn’t believe this was happening. She was taking a bath with a master vampire, and he was washing her hair! Where was Buffy? Why hadn’t she come to find her? And where the hell was Spike keeping her anyway? As she pondered these thoughts, the hot water and Spike’s messaging fingers overcame the rational part of her brain, and her muscles began to relax. Spike, noticing the change, rinsed out her hair and then applied soap to the sponge, pushing her forward some and going to work on her shoulders. As he started making circle patterns with the sponge, Willow let out a small moan.
"Mmmm"
"Do you like that luv?"
"Mmmm, it smells just like the soap I use at home," she responded absently.
"That’s because it’s the same kind."
"How? I have to special order it. How did you know?" Willow was perplexed, ‘how long had he been watching her?’
"I have my ways. And besides, I couldn’t let you lose that lovely cinnamon smell. It’s so delicious," he breathed in her ear.
Willow tensed at the word ‘delicious’, he was going to eat her! Spike picked up on this tension, and couldn’t resist briefly running his tongue along her neck, becoming even harder sensing her fear.
"Relax Red, I’m not going to hurt you," he said pulling her back against him and getting more soap before starting to wash her chest.
As she felt the sponge run across her breasts, she gasped and tried to jump up, but Spike shot his other arm around her waist, firmly holding her in place. Still she continued to struggle.
"Relax." He growled in her ear.
Begrudgingly she leaned back again, and he resumed washing her. He ran the sponge down her left arm, and then the right. He then abandoned the sponge and lightly trailed his finger tips along her abdomen, making her shiver slightly. He could hear her heart pounding, and her breathing quicken.
He ran his fingers back up to her breasts, cupping them slightly and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fore fingers. Willow gasped again, but this time she didn’t try to escape, instead she just let her head loll to one side, reveling in the sensation. The whole situation was overwhelming, the hot water, the smell of cinnamon, and his hands, Goddess his hands! If she was going to die, there were worse ways to go.
He continued his ministrations on her right breast as he trailed his left hand beneath the surface of the water to her core. Willow tensed again, unsure what to do. No one had ever touched her like this before, and now the first person to do so was a cold blooded killer. Of course these thoughts quickly left her as he found her clit and gave it a twist, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. She whimpered and began to rock back and forth against Spike’s chest, trying to gain better contact with his knowing fingers.
He quickened the pace as her rocking became more frantic, causing water to slosh over the sides of the bathtub and onto the floor. She alternated between low moans and whimpers as the tension built in her stomach, finally spilling over as she cried out in her climax, causing her to shake, and grasp the sides of the tub for dear life.
As she fell back against Spike completely spent, feelings of guilt flooded her mind and tears flooded her eyes. ‘Oh Goddess, what have I done?!’ Spike, sensing her inner turmoil, ran his hands soothingly over her hair and shoulders, then kissed her lightly at the base of her neck before whispering in her ear.
"Sshhh, don’t cry luv. You’re my princess, I’m supposed to give you pleasure," he said gently.
For some reason this only made her cry harder, making Spike very frustrated. He had forgone his own pleasure, trying only to please her, and here she was wailing like a banshee. And to make matters worse, if he didn’t do something to relieve his painfully hard erection soon, he was going to explode. Women! Why did they have to be so bloody confusing?! He spent over a hundred years with Dru and he never did figure her out, and now he was trying to start over with a new girl, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. He was starting to think that perhaps he should just kill the little chit and be done with it, when her crying seemed to calm a bit.
"I’m sorry; I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. No one has ever…" she trailed off, flushing to a deep scarlet. Immediately all thoughts of killing the girl left Spike’s head and were replaced by the desire to whisk her away somewhere and keep her all to himself for eternity.
"S’alright pet. Now let’s get you out of this tub before you get all pruney," he said, helping her up onto shaky legs.
He wrapped a towel around her, and carried her back to the bedroom where someone had laid clothes out for her. He set her on the bed and noticed the apprehensive way she was eyeing his rock-hard member, which twitched under the weight of her stare. It was so tempting to just pound her into the mattress right then, shag her until she couldn’t walk anymore. Instead he used extreme restraint, and simply turned and walked back toward the door, telling her over his shoulder to get dressed as he locked the door behind him.
Once he was back in the bathroom, he immediately went to work on himself to find his much needed release. He closed his eyes and pictured that it was his Red’s hand stroking back and forth. He let out a hiss as he quickened his pace, leaning against the wall for support. Feeling his balls tighten, his features shifted momentarily to his demon visage as he roared his orgasm, shooting his seed across the dank bathroom. ‘Well it’s a good thing we’re leaving tonight, otherwise I’d have to find someone to clean that up,’ he thought with a smirk, and then headed back to the bedroom to get dressed.
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He returned to find Willow wearing the gown he had picked for her, nothing to fancy, easy to travel in, but exceedingly feminine. It had the appearance of dark green velvet, but was in fact some other material that was slightly stretchy and much more comfortable, or at least that was what the sales girl had told him before he had killed her. The skirt was long and flowing, with a low waist line and a fitted sleeveless bodice that showed off an ample amount of cleavage. With her damp red tresses brushing against her bare shoulders, Spike couldn’t imagine spending eternity with anyone else. Drusilla who? Catching himself, he tried to regain his composure, and casually went about dressing.
Willow sat on the edge of the bed in a state of dazed confusion, absently watching her captor move around the room without a hint of self consciousness about his naked form. She could never be that free with her body. She wondered if such confidence about his appearance was a vampire thing, since they couldn’t see their reflection, or was it just a Spike thing? Even just the random act of dressing seemed like some sort of dance with him. With every movement she could see his taught muscles moving just below his skin. He had an innate sense of grace like most predators, and it was simply mesmerizing.
"It’s time to go pet," he said, snapping her out of her trance.
"Go, go where?"
"Somewhere new, come on," he replied, slipping his hand under her arm and helping her out the door.
This was terrible! Buffy was obviously already having trouble finding her, and if they went very far, she may never find them at all! Panic began to set in again, as she desperately tried to come up with some excuse for them to stay put. But it was pointless, before she could come up with anything; Spike was already loading her into the old Desoto. She couldn’t help but notice that there was neither door handle nor window crank on her side of the car.
"Safety precaution," he said, noticing her gaze, "Dru fell out once because of messing with the lever."
"And the window?"
"She tried to open it during the daytime and burnt a bunch of her hair off. She pouted for days." Not wanting to think about Dru he changed the subject "Hungry pet? I could hit a drive through on our way out of town."
Now was her chance.
"Hungry, I’m starving," she said somewhat weakly, "Could we please stop by the ‘Espresso Pump’ for a latte and a giant muffin?" She said remembering that she was supposed to meet Buffy there tonight to help her study for a chemistry test they had in the morning. She knew that Buffy must be going crazy looking for her; she just hoped she would think to look there.
"The ‘Espresso Pump’ huh? Isn’t that one of the places you and your super-friends hang out?"
"Um, no," she said with false confidence, "that would be the Bronze. I don’t think Buffy even drinks coffee."
"Now, Red, how daft do you think I am?", he asked, "Nope, I’m sorry. If it’s the big rescue you’re wanting, you’ll just have to wait for her to find you. In fact I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to find you already."
Willow tried not to be hurt by his words. It was more than just the implication that her friend didn’t care about her; it was that she was starting to wonder herself why Buffy hadn’t found her yet.
"She’s probably looking for me right now," she said weakly.
"I’m sure she is," he responded smugly, "so just to show you what a swell guy I am, let’s give her half a chance, huh? Let’s go see if she’s actually out looking for you, or if she and the boy are at that little club you kids like to go to."
She couldn’t believe her ears! She knew Buffy and Xander would be out looking for her, but maybe there would be someone else at the Bronze who could help her. If nothing else, she may be able to escape into the crowd. But this was too easy; Spike had to be up to something.
"What’s the catch?" she asked suspiciously.
"No catch, I’m just betting your friends aren’t as great as you think they are."
The catch was he knew they would be there. He had spoken to one of the two minions he had put on slayer duty, just before leaving. He had informed Spike that both Buffy and the other slayer, Faith, were dancing at the Bronze with their boy, Xander. Better still, Red’s ex-puppy was there also, apparently on a date. He knew it was risky to take her there, there was a good chance that one or both of the slayers would try to stake his ass. Still, if he played his cards right, it could be just the catalyst needed to drive Willow away from those losers and to him forever.
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As they entered the Bronze, Spike tightened his grasp around Willow’s waist, leading her carefully around the club until they came into view of Buffy and the others on the dance floor. He felt Willow tense instantly.
"They must not know you’ve taken me," she said softly, unable to hide her hurt.
"Try not to take it too hard luv. After all, it’s only been a day or so. Maybe they didn’t notice you were gone from class, I mean it’s not like you had plans with them or anything, right?" he said trying not to smile as he kept his voice neutral. He noticed her letting out a small sob.
He moved them back a bit as the song ended and the trio headed back over to their table. He wanted Red to be able to see and hear them, without being seen themselves.
"So no Willow huh?" Faith asked casually.
"Well, I figured she would be helping Giles do research, but he said he hadn’t seen her since yesterday. He tried calling her house, but no one answered. She’s probably just sitting there all alone feeling sorry for herself and has forgotten all about the sephlar demons she’s supposed to be helping me research. She even stood me up tonight for our study thing. I swear if I fail that chemistry test I’m going to be so pissed…" Buffy said before being interrupted.
"Wait we have a test tomorrow!?!" Xander erupted suddenly, as Buffy shot him a withering stare.
"I mean what does she have to be upset about anyway, it was her own fault Oz dumped her," Buffy continued.
"Yeah well I’m glad she’s not here, the girl always did seem a bit too uptight. I mean talk about a buzz kill," Faith said.
"Yeah, just look at Oz over there," added Xander, already forgetting about the test, "He’s obviously moved on, Will should just get over her funk and get on with her life. And speaking of getting on, would one of you lovely ladies like to get onto the dance floor with me?"
Willow couldn’t believe her ears. She had been kidnapped 24 hours ago, and no one had even bothered to look for her! In fact her closest friends were sitting at a club bad-mouthing her! But worst of all was Oz. She thought he loved her. True the breakup had been her own fault, but still, she didn’t expect him to rebound into the arms of the first floozy he met! Just looking at them was making her sick. She couldn’t take anymore. She turned away from the lot of them.
Looking down at her shoes, she started to cry for what felt like the hundredth time that day. This time however, it wasn’t from fear, but from defeat. She felt that life had beaten her. She had always tried to be the best person she could be. The best student, the best daughter, the best friend, but it was all meaningless, none of it mattered in the end, and she simply couldn’t take it anymore.
"Take me away from here please," she said almost too softly to be heard over the din of the club.
Spike didn’t need to be told twice. His plan had worked like a charm. Now that he had her truly separated from her friends, he would take her away from this hell hole. Take her someplace where he could make her happy; make her forget that there was ever anyone else in her life. It was time for part two of his plan, he thought, as he steered her back out to the car and drove them off into the night.