Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S/D
Summary: After Spike tried to turn Willow, she is left with some interesting consequences.
Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss, it is merely my playground.
Distribution: If you want it, fine by me, just drop me a line first.
Special Thanks: Kat for checking over my ramblings, Aden for always being happy to see me, and all the super cool people who send me feedback!
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!
*A/N: I spelled the few Russian words used in here phonetically, to the best of my ability, because my computer won’t type in Cyrillic, and most of you wouldn’t be able to read it even if it did.
Dedicated to Lady Anne Roberts for sending me those wonderful pics of JM in high school! And to St. Petersburg which celebrated its 300th anniversary this week!
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Giles
returned to the bedroom, still somewhat in shock, carrying an arm full
of bandages and ointments. He looked over at the trio sitting on the foot
of the bed, and seemed to notice for the first time that they were all
very naked. He turned his head away, wishing he had his hands free to clean
his glasses, as he held the supplies out, and cleared his throat loudly,
still keeping his eyes averted.
All
three creatures on the bed turned their full attention to the blushing
man, but it was Willow who stood and began to walk over to him, swaying
her hips seductively. She eyed the crimson flush of his skin and breathed
deeply the scent of his blood rushing to the surface. She could hear his
heart pounding in his chest, and knew that she could have this man, that
she could tear his chest open and hold that delicate beating muscle in
her hands while he died. She looked at him, but she didn’t see Giles, all
she saw was food.
The
redhead stalked toward the older man, licking her pouted lips, the burns
across her body almost fully healed. Giles finally broke down and turned
his head to face her. His heart rate jumped again, and the scent of his
arousal was unmistakable. Spike let out a low growl of warning, his demon
clawing its way to the surface, but Willow turned her head toward him and
gave a warning growl of her own, her eyes flashing gold briefly. She turned
her attention back to the man in front of her, or more specifically to
the pulse in his neck.
Willow
pressed her naked body up against Giles’ and felt her own heart beat increase
to match the frantic rhythm in the watcher’s chest. She let out a sigh
of pleasure as she stood on tiptoes, feeling his unmistakable erection
brush against her abdomen as she made her way toward his throat and the
promise of hot, fresh blood.
Giles
stood transfixed, held by the sway of the fiery creature pressing against
him. Her scent was intoxicating, the heat of her flesh as he ran his hands
up her arms and across her back, was scorching. He had to have her, possess
her. The whole rest of the world just faded away until all that was left
was Willow. Even when she gently pulled his head to the side and forced
her blunt teeth into his throat, spilling his blood into her mouth with
shallow gulps, it never occurred to him to object. For her, he would gladly
give his life.
The
contact was soon broken as Spike roughly pulled the pair apart. Dragging
Willow by her hair back to the bed, he pressed his naked form against hers.
His demon visage came to the fore, and he ground out a single word, “Mine.”
For
a moment Giles remained almost as if in a trance, unaware and uncaring
that he had cum in his pants and that his shirt was slowly being soaked
by the trickle of blood spilling from his throat. Drusilla giggled in delight,
and moved up to take Willow’s place. However, the moment she glided her
cool tongue across the fresh wound, her face instantly transforming to
that of her demon, the spell was broken, and Giles jumped back, quickly
producing a cross from his pocket.
Drusilla
hissed in frustration and discomfort before turning her attention to where
Willow was being pinned down against the bed. “No fair!” Drusilla pouted,
“Poppet got to have a taste of the pretty book man; why won’t he let me?”
“I
didn’t ‘let’ anybody taste me. Willow must have cast some sort of spell,”
then glancing down in consternation he noticed the wet spot on his pants
for the first time, and again turned bright red. “I need to do some research.
I’ll return before the sun goes down. Excuse me.”
And
with that the watcher rushed out of the room. Once he was gone, Willow’s
struggles stilled somewhat without the temptation of fresh blood. As soon
as she calmed, Spike loosened his grip on her, bending his head down to
lick the remaining droplets of blood from her chin. He stared into her
shining emerald eyes, and found peace there. For months he had suffered
pure hell as his newly restored soul battled with his demon. At times he
thought they would rip him apart, just as he had tried to rip the soul
from his chest. But in the end all they had succeeded in doing was driving
him insane. Then she had come back into his life.
The
moment his demon claimed her, and she in turn made her claim on him, his
burden lightened. The blonde vampire couldn’t explain it, but when Willow
became whatever she now was, it was as if she took a part of his demon
with her. It didn’t weaken the evil half of him, but seemed to make it
easier to bear. She gave him temperance. He could smell her lingering panic
over what was happening to her, but he also knew, somehow, that everything
would be all right.
The
blonde vampire again bent his head down, this time claiming his mate’s
lips with a gentle kiss. He wanted to reassure her, bring her peace the
way she had done with him. The soft kiss soon became deeper, more passionate
as Willow closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation. Part
of her had known for years that she would one day be mated to the creature
slowly making love to her, but she had thought it would be as a vampire,
not whatever she was becoming. She was afraid of the unknown, but as her
lover plundered her mouth with his cool tongue, his hands caressing every
part of her, she knew everything would be all right. She could feel him
inside her, not her body, but her mind, her spirit. She could feel his
demon and something more, something innocent, his soul. She didn’t know
how it had happened, but she knew it was true and she could feel both of
them inside her, warming her with their desire to possess her fully.
Willow
arched her back up suddenly as Spike’s nimble fingers found her swollen
clit, pressing three fingers into her slick folds as his thumb worked in
circles around her aching nub. It wasn’t enough, she needed to have all
of him inside her: body, demon, and soul. She pulled her lips away from
his devouring mouth, gasping for breath.
“Spike,
please…”
She
didn’t need to say anymore. He knew exactly what she needed. He pushed
her milky thighs farther apart, and sank his rigid cock into her, one agonizing
inch at a time. He wanted to go slowly, afraid he would lose control like
the last time and hurt her again. Willow bucked her hips up to meet him,
desperate to increase their contact, but still he wouldn’t relent. The
redhead’s moans turned to whimpers as her need grew with increasing urgency,
and suddenly Drusilla was there.
She
had been watching the display from the chair in the corner, not wanting
to interrupt such a tender moment between the little tree and her new daddy.
But she had recognized the look in Willow’s eyes and knew that Spike was
being too gentle. She understood he was afraid of hurting his new childe
again, but still, the girl needed her release.
Drusilla
positioned herself beside the pair, first giving Spike a lingering kiss,
which was clearly her way of asking for an invitation to play. Spike returned
the kiss with the intensity and understanding that only an old lover can
give. Then, Drusilla lowered her head to kiss Willow, pleasantly surprised
at how warm she still was. The dark haired beauty soon worked her way down
the side of her jaw and collarbone, to finally arrive at the redhead’s
flower shaped pink nipple.
Spike
continued to hold himself at arms length, working himself in and out of
her tight opening as he watched Drusilla swirl her cool tongue around the
pink point before sucking it into her mouth. Willow gasped and shuddered
at the multiple sensations she was having, both of them driving her closer
to the edge. Drusilla snaked her hand down between the two writhing bodies
and found Willow’s nubbin, rubbing it furiously. The girl’s hips began
to buck wildly, as her orgasm came, thrusting Spike’s cock deeper inside
of her as her muscles clenched tightly around him.
The
sensation was too much for him, as he quickly abandoned his slow pace.
The blonde vampire was close already, and he began to drive into the girl
with bruising force, his passion fueled even more by the look of rapture
on her face. Drusilla sat back and enjoyed the show as she pleasured herself,
she had done her part and now it was time to allow them the intimacy they
could only give each other.
Spike
felt a low moan escaping his lips, as pounded his length into her willing
entrance. Willow was keening now as well, her nails clawing up his back
and arms, the ecstasy overwhelming her completely. And then suddenly he
was there, and she could feel his cold essence being emptied into her,
driving her over the edge again as she milked the rest of his release from
him.
The
pair were left in a panting heap, both too exhausted to move. Spike finally
rolled them to the side to ease Willow’s breathing a bit. He reached behind
him and found Drusilla’s hand, pulling her closer to spoon behind him,
both of them resting their hand’s against Willow’s stomach, as they drifted
back to sleep.
Unfortunately,
not even a half an hour had passed before Willow woke feeling violently
ill, and had to rush to the bathroom. She vomited for what seemed like
an eternity, but was only really a few minutes. All that came up was blood,
Giles’ blood, and then it hit her; she had bitten Giles.
Both
Drusilla and Spike had hung back somewhat while the pale redhead was ill,
but when she slumped to the floor in tears, the pair rushed in, scooping
her into strong arms and carrying her back to the bed. The rest of the
afternoon was spent giving the terrified girl comforting words and soft
kisses as she slipped in and out of sleep.
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As
promised, Giles returned shortly before sunset, along with Xander. Both
were carrying an armload of books and not-so-cleverly concealed weapons
that made their clothes bulge oddly. Xander was very relieved to
see his lifelong friend up and around, but after seeing the bite she had
taken out of the watcher’s neck, he was hesitant to hug her. Willow just
sat sedately on the couch in the dim living room, surrounded on either
side by her vampire companions.
Giles
cleared his throat several times, and cleaned his glasses twice before
he began, which indicated just how flustered he was feeling. He lifted
several large volumes until he found the one he wanted, switching on a
table lamp so he could read a bit easier, while everyone else settled in
for what would surely be a lengthy explanation.
“All
right, to begin with, Xander, Anya, and I spent the day combing through
the books for anything pertinent to your condition,” Giles began, almost
immediately raising his hand to forestall any questions, “Only Xander and
myself know the full extent of the situation. The others have been told
that your parents had you moved to a private hospital, and that Xander’s
encounter with Drusilla was only a nightmare. As for Spike, they are under
the impression that I am keeping him bound here magically with the help
of some of my more mystical friends back in England. This does not by any
means resolve the situation, but it does give us a little time to work
with, so I suggest we make the best of it. Now, back to the issue at hand,
Willow…” he paused briefly as her green orbs turned towards him, and the
memories of their earlier encounter made him flush red. “I-I-I found several
vague references that may relate to your situation, but nothing specific,
except one, and I’m afraid that one was a book called, “Zlobnaiya Historia”
or in English, ‘A Wicked History’. It’s a book of Russian fairytales of
sorts.”
“Fairytales?!
Are you joking?! This is a REAL situation here, watcher, not some kiddie
story,” Spike bellowed out in frustration, but eased down a bit when he
saw the whelp pull a small crossbow out from under his jacket.
“I
know it doesn’t seem like the most reliable source, but most legends and
fairytales have a basis in truth, and I assure you, this one is not for
children. So, shall I continue?”
“Oh
goody! Do you hear that, tree? The pretty book man is going to tell us
a lovely story!” Drusilla chimed in, as everyone else just groaned in dismay.
“All
right then. The story takes place around 1568 when Ivan the Terrible was
Tsar of Russia. It tells of how he was a cruel man, driven mad by jealousy
and power. He became…um…paranoid and suspicious, and with the death of
his wife, Anastasia, he finally went completely over the edge, becoming
more of a monster than a ruler.
He would fall into fits of rage, and during one such incident murdered
his own son and heir to the throne. But even that act was nothing compared
to the creation of the ‘Oprichnina’…Oh yes of course, they were the Tsar’s
personal cavalry, said to be one of the first terrorist groups in history,”
Giles glanced around the room then and saw several faces clearly telling
him to get on with it and skip the little history lesson.
“But I digress…Anyway, many of the people believed that the Oprichnina
were actually half man, half demon, called upon the earth by a pact made
between the Tsar and the devil. They rode the countryside dressed entirely
in black and riding black steeds, slaughtering countless people, rich and
poor alike, for the sole purpose of spreading terror. Some even said they
fed on human blood.
Then, one day, this band of killers entered an…um…enchanted wood, where
one of them met a…‘vedma’…hmm…oh yes, ‘witch’. She sensed the power of
these half demons and determined that she must have this power for herself.
The great old witch, Baba Yaga, called upon the darkest known magics that
were only used for evil and vengeance, and spun the power around her like
silken webs until she appeared as a raven haired beauty. In this disguise,
she lured one of the demons into her, hmm that’s odd. Oh no, that’s right,
there’s a picture here…”
“Giles!”
Willow practically yelled with her impatience.
“Oh,
sorry. It literally translates to chicken house, but if you look here at
the picture, it’s actually a house built on chicken legs. Anyway, she lured
him into her home, and there she…um…erm…consorted with the demon, taking
into her his seed and his blood, and giving her blood unto him. But unlike
the peasants that disappeared in the night only to later return to their
‘obshchina’ …um… ’commune’ and feed off their own families, Baba Yaga became
some sort of half breed.
It was whispered among the ‘babushkee’, or, ‘grandmothers’ that her
heart continued to beat and her chest continued to rise and fall, but she
was not human. Most believe she was no longer human before she took the
demon into her bed, and this is why she was saved from becoming what he
was. But she was condemned to live a half life for eternity, never knowing
the joys of the sun, lusting always for the taste of blood, but only being
able to drink from her demon lover. A piece of his demon now resided within
her, and they were bound together for eternity.”
As
Giles finished his tale, Willow felt as if she might be ill again. What
did it all mean? She was what, some kind of freak? Not demon enough to
be a vampire, but not human either? In fact, according to the legend she
hadn’t even been human when this happened to her because of all the dark
magics she had done. That’s how this all happened in the first place. Apparently
she hadn’t been human for a while.
“All
right, watcher, we listened to your little bedtime story, now tell us what
it means,” the edge in his voice like a knife.
“It
means that I don’t know exactly what Willow is any more. She is not a vampire,
but she clearly isn’t human either. Some of the other books make very vague
references to creatures, always referred to as female, that were spawned
by blood drinkers, but seem to feed off of only their sires. They all have
some sort of seductive powers, which they use to lure victims to their
mates. Because of this and the fact that they are extremely rare, they
are often mistaken for succubae. Most of these references go hand in hand
with the accounts of witches consorting with demons, so I believe it is
likely that somehow Willow’s magical endeavors played a large part in this.
Now to test this theory, I would like Spike to please stand up, good. Now,
punch Xander as hard as you can.”
“What!
Giles, you never mentioned captain peroxide getting to punch me!”
“Oh
what’s the matter Xapper, scared?” Spike said with a sarcastic grin. After
the bloody scene of trying to turn Willow, he felt confident that knocking
the whelp around would be no trouble.
“No
I’m not scared; I just don’t want to get vamp cooties. Giles, this is your
idea, let him hit you.”
“Like
bloody hell I will! Now you wanted to help, so stand there and help.”
Xander
stood like a good soldier, wearing a heavy scowl as Spike hit him full
force in the face. Both immediately doubled over in pain, Xander gingerly
holding his broken and bloodied nose, and Spike holding his temples. Willow
could smell the blood pouring from her friend’s injury as could Drusilla,
and it smelled delicious. They both got up from the couch and began to
move closer to the now kneeling man. Xander looked up nervously at the
pair and pulled the crossbow once again into his lap, pointing it at them.
Giles, sensing the rising tension, stood and moved between them.
“Xander,
go out to the car and bring in the cooler of blood please,” Giles paused,
waiting for the younger man to leave, “As for the rest of you, I suggest
you stay in the house. I now know that Spike’s chip is still in working
order, which means that somehow Willow was not completely human when he
attacked her.” Both Willow and Spike flinched at this statement, but the
watcher didn’t seem to notice as he pressed on. “I know Willow cannot feed
from humans, because as you have already informed me and the research also
seems to indicate, it will only make her ill to feed from anyone but her
sire. I’m not sure if this means she can only feed on blood now; you may
want to try to eat something light after I go. As for Drusilla, I suggest
you leave. I would stake you myself here and now, but you have shown genuine
concern for Willow, and she for you, and I wouldn’t want to cause her any
more distress tonight by killing her friend. However, if Buffy discovers
you are in town, she will not be so forgiving, so it’s better if you just
leave,” he gave the dark vampire a hard stare to show he meant business,
then turned back to Willow. “Rest assured, Willow, I have not finished
with this. I do not approve of leaving you here at the mercies of this…creature…you
have taken into your bed. But for the moment, it seems that to do otherwise
is to put you in greater danger. Please be very careful around him, and
know that I will do everything I can to reverse this situation. For now,
however, I must go. There are other creatures needing to be dealt with
and I’m afraid of what course of action Buffy might take if left to her
own devices.”
Seeing
that Xander had returned with the blood, he motioned for it to be placed
on the coffee table and the pair of them left, Xander giving a weak wave
to Willow, unsure about leaving his friend behind with a pair of killers.
Then a little voice in his head reminded him that she too was a killer
and no longer human, but he smacked that voice down, not wanting to hear
it.
Once
they were alone again, Spike moved behind his fiery princess, pulling her
back against him and wrapping his arms tightly around her, as he eyed Drusilla
mischievously.
“About time that old sod and stupid git got out of here. Finally we can get back to the shagging,” he crooned in Willow’s ear, leading her shaken form back upstairs for some cold comfort, followed by Drusilla.