Pairing: Willow & Spike
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: They`re not Mine *cry* , coz if, they would talk german *bg*
Distribution: my site wacky witch willow (http://mitglied.lycos.de/purewicca/allthingswic.htm ), all the people that have my stuff, others please tell me.
Summary: sometimes people just lose it !
Warning : A little season 6 ! you have been warned.
Author`s Note 1: If you love Buffy ( looks at Red ) I don`t know if you should read this!
Author`s Note 2: This is my own little world and you will know what that means if you read it.
Thanks and Dedication : Thanks for helping, sweet Mel you are the light in my brain*wink*. And to my other Lady`s you are all nuts and I love you for it !
Feedback: I will not beg.I`m a strong person. I don`t need to beg...ok I do .pleaseee !
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~Part: 1~
“Last time I saw him, he was a lot nicer,” Anya said.
“Last time you saw him, you were on his side,” Xander said, and kissed his love on the head.
They had fought a Lisma demon, who's specialty was to bring children to him with his song, and after they were in his power, to kill them.
First, they had killed him, and then they had made sure that all of the children were returned to their parents.
It had been a long, hard night, and so they all agreed that they would sleep over at Giles'. This meant that the Watcher didn't have to drive through the whole town to take them all home.
“Willow, would you please take Spike back to the bathroom?” Giles asked, knowing that the vampire hated to be chained.
But, after the last time Willow and Giles had tried to talk to the others about unchaining Spike, Buffy had screamed and gotten angry.
She had made her point clear, that she would only accept him chained in the bathtub, or in the vacuum cleaner, and as always, Xander had taken her side.
So they had agreed that, whenever Buffy and Xander were not there, Spike could do whatever he wanted, but if, like now, the whole gang was sleeping over, he had to be a good vampire and sleep chained in the bath tub.
“Sure, Giles. Spike, come with me.” Spike was already on the stairs and winked at the witch. The vampire thought that if anybody had to do it, he wanted it to be her.
But then Buffy shoved Willow aside.
“I'll do it,” and she brutally dragged Spike behind her up the stairs.
“I know that you're probably going to think that I`m possessed, but this is wrong. Spike's saved our lives a few times and it`s wrong that we keep him chained up. We should try to talk to her again.” After Xander said this, he walked to Anya and hugged her.
The ex-demon had a hard time not to grin at the others. She had talked night after night with Xander, and now he finally understood it.
She knew that he was still under Buffy's influence, but he learned more and more to hear the things that his inner voice was saying.
“I think we all feel the same way about it, so let's wait until she comes down, and we'll try it again,” Giles was sure that, now that even Xander was on their side, Buffy could no longer hold out against them.
Willow walked in the direction of the stairs, and looked up toward the bathroom door.
“Why is it taking her so long?” Not waiting for an answer, she walked upstairs and was only a few feet away from the door when she heard muffled yells that were obviously coming from Spike.
Without thinking twice, she stormed into the bathroom. What she found made her freeze.
Spike lay chained in the bathtub, blood covering him. It looked like his nose and his left arm were broken. Both eyes were swollen and his lips were bleeding.
However, the worst part was that Buffy stood at the sink, washing her bloody hands, seeming very satisfied with herself.
Willow stormed over to Spike. She spoke to him and tried everything to get a reaction from him, but he was unconscious, and so she couldn't determine how bad his injuries were.
In her panic, she called to Giles, again and again, in the hope that he would know what to do.
“Why are you getting so upset? It's not that bad, and he's already dead so there's no harm in it!” Willow could only look at Buffy in shock. She couldn't believe what was happening here.
Giles stormed into the bathroom and after a glance, knew what had happened.
Xander and Anya were also standing in the doorway, clinging to each other.
“Xander, could you bring Spike into my bedroom, please? Anya, you know where the first aid kit is? Go and get it! Willow go with Xander, I'll be there soon.” Giles didn't look away from Buffy for even a second as the others followed his instructions.
After the others had left the room, Giles kicked the door shut with his foot. He threw a towel to her.
“What happened here, Buffy?” Giles was full of rage. He felt was responsible for this.
Buffy took a step back. She could see and hear that Giles was furious, and so she thought a little lie would make things simpler.
“I only tried to tie him up, and then he vamped out and attacked me. I just defended myself,” Buffy used her little-girl voice in an attempt to make Giles good-natured.
Giles reached for her, but stopped.
“I don`t want to hear your lies. For that`s what you are telling me. It`s a lie, nothing but a lie.” He got hold of a bottle of aftershave lotion and threw it at the wall.
“It is really a pity, how stupid you are. Have you forgotten that we all know about the chip in his head? He could not hurt you even if his life depended on it. I have seen this coming, all the time telling myself that I`m only conceited. But it is the truth, you enjoy hurting people.” His rage was dispelled by the feeling of loss, the loss of a girl he loved like his own child.
“He isn`t even a human being, so why are you so angry at me?“
“You really don`t get it? He is not just a vampire, he is a friend. And how long will it be until you hurt humans?” Giles was in despair.
“He is nothing more than a walking corpse, and if I want to kick his ass I will do it. He is at least good for something then. After all, I`m the slayer and I need the exercise,” she said with a grin.
“That is enough. Don't say another word. Leave,” Giles whispered.
“What?” Buffy got angry. Why would Giles kick her out?
“Why should I go? If Spike is the problem I'll just stake him and everything will be back to normal.” Buffy put one hand into her trouser pocket and walked out of the bathroom. At first, the Watcher was too surprised to react, but then he turned and grabbed her as her hand already lay on the door knob of his bedroom.
“You will leave my house, now, and you will not come back until you understand how wrong you are,” he said, and then he shoved her in the direction of the stairs.
Buffy tore herself away from him and walked to the front door. Turning one last time, she said, ”A vampire is more important to you than I am? Then live with this decision.” She walked out and slammed the door shut.
Giles composed himself and went into the bedroom. He could see by the looks on the faces of the others, that they had heard everything.
They looked like disturbed children who had just discovered that there is great evil.
“We will talk later. First, we need to look after Spike,” he knelt down beside the bed and looked at Willow, who was holding the vampire's hand.
“He is still unconscious. He has a broken arm and nose, a few broken ribs, and a bad cut behind his ear." Giles grabbed Willow's hand and looked at Xander, who had Anya in his arms.
“He will be fine. After all, he is the big bad. First, we will set and splint his arm, tape his ribs, and then sew the cut. Xander, can you go and get some more blood from Willie's?” Giles didn't even wait for an answer, as he began his work.
***
“He's sleeping, now,” Willow walked down the stairs and sat beside Anya on the couch.
Giles looked in the faces of Willow, Anya, and Xander. He had to tell them what was happening. They needed to know.
“I had heard...that something like this can happen to Slayers who are older than seventeen.” Giles stood up and began to walk around.
“I should have realized it sooner, but I hoped that it was only a problem due to the loss of her mother. But after what happened tonight, I am no longer able to ignore it.”
“What does this mean?” Willow asked
“She has lost it. She is no longer able to distinguish between good and bad. Soon she will only feel good if she hurts somebody, which means that no longer will only non-humans be in danger. And there is no way to stop it, or to fix it,” Giles couldn't no longer speak. He moaned and knelt down, crying.
The others immediately sprang up and ran to him.
“Maybe there had been a way to help her. If I only had...,” the older man sobbed.
Willow sat down beside him and pulled him into her arms. Soon Anya and Xander joined them. They were all crying for a lost friend.
They later decided that they would need help, and there was only the Council to turn to, and so Giles made himself ready to beg if necessary
~Part: 2 ~
It was a week later when Spike stormed into Willow's room. She no longer lived with Buffy in the dorm. The Slayer had packed all of Willow's things, and Willow had found them in front of the building.
She was again staying in her old room at her parents' house. Spike jumped up on the balcony and with four steps was standing in front of her.
“Get your jacket, we need to go to the hospital.” He was already down the stairs, waiting impatiently.
“Why? What's happened?” Willow was afraid, she had never seen Spike act this way.
“It`s Anya. It seems that Buffy wanted to talk to Xander, but only demon girl was home, and when she told the Slayer to get lost...It looks bad, really bad, pet.” Willow walked back into the house and seconds later she threw the keys for the car at the vampire.
“This is an emergency,” she said and opened the garage door.
When they reached the hospital, they met Giles, who was sitting on one of the chairs in the corridor. He immediately ran toward them, and Willow could see the worry written on his face.
“How is she?” Willow hugged Giles, and then she took hold of his hand.
“Nothing really bad. A couple of abrasions, a whiplash, and a bad cut over her left eye. Xander is with her. She doesn`t have to remain overnight.” Spike and Willow let out twin sighs of relief.
At that moment, Xander appeared in the corridor. He looked horrible, with Anya's blood still on his hands and shirt. He just stood there.
“Oh, Xander, I`m so sorry,” Willow hugged him and kissed his check. “Why don`t you and Anya sleep over at my parents' home? They'll be away for over six months, and you have to go to work, so I could watch her for you. But if you don`t like the idea..."
Spike looked into Xander's face, and then to Willow's pleading eyes.
“Hey, mate, I think that's a good idea. What do you think? I could join you, so the Watcher has a little time for himself, and I can look after them.” He placed his hand on Xander's shoulder and he reacted for the first time.
“I think that would be the best thing we can do,” Xander smiled gratefully at the vampire.
“Let`s get your woman, then.”
As soon as Spike and Xander disappeared into one of the rooms, Willow turned to Giles.
“We need to stop her,” she spoke clearly, certainly.
“I know. I will fly to England to talk to a few people. Maybe that will help. But first, we need to get you all home."
***
Anya woke with a headache and the fuzzy taste you have in your mouth after using pain-killers. She looked around and began to panic when she had no idea where she was and could not see Xander.
“Xander! Xander?” she called, crying, the memories of the previous day still fresh.
Willow had taken a shower and was now running toward the guestroom in her towel.
“Shh, Anya, everything is fine. Xander is at work,” Willow said as she entered the room.
“Oh. Okay. Is this your house, Willow?”
Willow made her way to the bed and had to keep herself from moaning at the crushed face that looked at her from the bed.
“Yes. This is the guestroom. We thought it would be better for you if somebody could take care of you.” As Willow said that, the door swung open and Spike, still sleepy, but in full vamp face entered.
“Spike, everything is fine,” Willow said, blushing as he looked her all over.
“Yeah, Willow is right. I woke up and was a little afraid but now everything is better.” Anya tried to nod, but the ruff made it impossible. “But I`m thirsty, and my head hurts.”
“Pet, go and get some clothes on. I'll take care of Anya.” Willow was standing in the doorway when she turned one more time.
“An, I will bring you the phone a little later so you can call Xander at work.” And then she was gone.
“That sounds great,” mumbled the ex-demon as she watched Spike pour her a glass of water. She didn't know which was better, getting something to drink, or knowing that soon she would talk with her love.
“I think you should take a pain-killer, pet.” She did as she was told, and soon the knocking in her head stopped.
Spike was sitting on the bed and he could see how Anya eased herself. But he also noticed that she tried everything to not look into his eyes.
“Want to talk about it, luv?” he asked putting a cigarette in his mouth.
Anya's eyes got teary, and Spike took her hand and squeezed it a little.
“She hurt me. I don`t mean the beating,” the ex-demon shivered. “She said a lot of things to me that hurt much more.”
Spike knew from his own experience that words often hurt more than the worst torture, and he was also aware of the fact that talking was the only thing that helped. Talking to a friend.
“Tell me what she said," Spike said calmly.
At first, Anya said nothing. Only her sniffling could be heard. Then she closed her eyes and began to speak.
“She...she said that Xander didn't love me. That he had always loved her and would for the rest of his life. She said that he would only sleep with me because she doesn't want him.” More tears flowed from her eyes as she looked straight into the vampire's eyes.
“She said that I would only be his demon bitch and maybe she would tell him that she loves him, so he would kick me...,”
Spike had heard enough and he knew that Willow had heard it too.
He leaned down to Anya and kissed her check. “Listen, luv, you know I`m the big bad and I would never lie to make you feel better. You know that, don`t you?”
Willow was now standing in the doorway, watching to see what would happen next.
After a whispered 'yes' from Anya, Spike spoke again. “He loves you so much that it makes my cold, dead heart melt.” He leaned back and looked into the swollen face and then he saw it. It was small, but it was a smile.
Willow had seen it too, and now she walked over to the bed. She gave the phone to Anya, and kissed her cheek.
“We'll leave you alone now and let you talk to Xander. If you need anything, you only have to call.”
“Thank you,” she said, then dialled the number for Xander.
Willow and Spike left the room, and before Willow could say anything, she found herself in Spike's strong embrace.
“How could she do something like that!” she cried.
“I don`t know, luv.”
~Part: 3~
Willow walked back into the dining room, sat down, and just stared at her plate.
“That was Giles. He told me that the Council won't help us. They said that, since Giles and Buffy renounced themselves, it's no longer their problem. They wish us good luck. He said he's taking the next flight and will be back tomorrow,” she said without emotion.
The room was silent. Nobody wanted to say anything. They had all feared that maybe the Council would be no help.
But to know that it was true, that they would be alone with a crazy, brutal Slayer, shocked them all.
Anya began to cry, and Xander pulled her onto his lap. He rubbed her neck and made soothing sounds, exchanging a look with Spike, he gave his consent.
Spike looked over to Willow and said, “Do it, luv. We'll tell the Watcher later.”
***
Willow was packing her purchases into the trunk of the car when somebody slammed the trunk lid closed. She just managed to pull her hands away. Turning around to yell at whoever had just done that, she immediately froze.
“So, Spike's little bitch is playing housewife. What a nice image,” Buffy bitched.
“What do you want from me? Do you want to beat me, like you did to Anya?” Willow thought feverishly over the possibilities of getting herself to safety.
“Why not? After all, you're sleeping with a vampire. That makes you...let me think, no better than Anya.” Buffy smashed the back window to emphasize her point.
“I'm not sleeping with Spike. Not that it's anything you need to know anyway. But you are ill Buffy. You need help,” Willow used all her power to smash a shopping cart into Buffy's legs.
Buffy was distracted for just enough time so Willow could jump into the car and start the engine.
As she started to pull out, Buffy's fist smashed through the window, and she grabbed Willow by the hair.
“You little bitch! You will go nowhere. It's your fault that Giles is no longer there for me. You and Anya are only dirt!” the slayer screamed.
Willow bit down on her lip to not cry out, the pain was breathtaking. When she passed a parked car she drove as close as possible to it, so Buffy had to let go of her hair to avoid getting squashed.
After four blocks, Willow permitted herself to reduce her speed. She felt sick, and her hands were shaking badly, but she was too afraid to stop.
As soon as she parked the car in front of the house, she broke down. Hugging herself, she cried.
She needed over twenty minutes to calm down enough to get out of the car. After she had all her purchases in her hands, she walked quickly into the house.
Spike was sitting in the kitchen, and as soon as he saw Willow, he knew that something had happened. Her face was swollen from crying, and he could smell that she was bleeding.
“Willow, what happened?” When he got no reaction from her, he touched her shoulder.
She let out a scream. Eyes that had not really seen him, now focused.
“It was Buffy. I was packing the car...,” she threw herself into his arms and he needed more that a few minutes to understand her rambling.
***
Willow was sitting on the closed toilet as Spike examined her head wound.
“It isn't too bad, luv. But I also like a woman with a bald head.” Willow simply had to laugh.
She was still weakened. Spike had taken charge, and this gave her a feeling of safety.
“I would wait until Anya and Xander are back, but that won't be until toward evening, and that's in a couple of hours. How about you take a bath and I wash your hair, pet.” Willow only nodded.
Spike had a hard time as he took off her clothes and placed her in the warm bath. Not that she had been a problem, but after all, he was only a man, vampire.
He had tried to give her as much privacy as possible, and Willow had not protested.
And this was what made him worry. The little witch was not herself, therefore he hurried with washing her hair.
He tucked her into her bed, in the hope that sleep would help.
Spike waited for Xander and Anya and when they arrived, only told them the short version, seeing how Anya was still anxious when it came to the topic of Buffy.
“But, she's okay?” Xander asked.
“She's sleeping now, but if we were not sure about the Slayer losing before, now we are.”
~Part: 4~
“I'll come by tomorrow…yes…tell her that I`m sorry.” Giles hung up the telephone and closed his eyes. This was all his fault. He had noticed the change in Buffy, and had done nothing about it.
He stared at the wall. There was a picture of the whole group. He could still remember when it had been taken.
After they had fought a group of sorcerers, Joyce had come up with the idea to have a picnic.
It had been a lovely, sunny day. He had even tried to teach them a few Rugby rules.
Xander had screamed every time Giles passed the egg to him.
Giles had to smile, that had been one of the good days.
Two weeks later, Joyce was dead, and everything had started to change.
It was his fault that the Council did not want to help, and that he had not protected the innocent.
Most people would not count Spike as an innocent person, but in Giles' eyes he was one. His kids had trusted him, and he had failed.
Giles got up and walked out of the house, he had to find Buffy, he had to try to talk to her.
***
It was a cold and rainy night, but Giles did not feel the rain, he was in too much inner pain.
He walked the streets of Sunnydale, hoping to find Buffy on patrol, but he was also afraid of the new Buffy, a girl who would hurt her best friends.
After he had tried several other places, he found her in the largest cemetery. He needed time to collect himself, so he hid behind a tree and watched her fight.
She was a really good fighter. It was as if she knew the next move of the vampire before he made it. The vampire had no chance, and soon Buffy had him pinned to the ground.
Giles expected that she would stake him now, as she used to, but instead, the Slayer used her knife and cut finger after finger, first from his left, and then from his right hand.
And she laughed the whole time. She showed him every finger, and then she shoved them into his mouth. By the heavy pressure, she broke off his teeth.
No longer able to bear the horrible, muffled screams and the laughter, Giles ran away. When he reached the exit from the cemetery, he had to be sick, he still heard the vampire's screams.
He didn't know where to go, and so he again walked the streets of the town, that image in front of eyes.
After hours of walking in the rain, he found himself standing in front of the Rosenberg residence. It looked so inviting, but Giles had the feeling that he didn't deserve to be let in.
Spike was standing in the kitchen with Xander, both men having agreed that they would wash the dishes. Xander was the first to see the Watcher.
At first, both thought he would walk to the door, but when they opened it, Giles was still standing in the middle of the sidewalk.
Xander and Spike both ran into the rain to get the Watcher. Each gripped an arm and they brought him in.
Since they didn't want to worry the women, they brought him into the kitchen and soon he was wrapped in blankets with a cup of hot tea in front of him.
“G-man, talk to us,” Xander said, concerned. His worst fears were confirmed when Giles told them about the things he had seen.
“Rupert, I think it would be the best thing if you sleep here, too,” Spike said. He led a silently crying Giles to the couch.
Xander had already gone to bed when Spike saw Willow standing at the top of the stairs. Slowly the witch made her way down.
“Xander came into my room and told me what happened.” She walked over and stroked Giles' face.
“I`m so sorry, Willow. It`s my fault that she hurt you,” Giles began to cry again.
“Listen, Rupert, there's something you need to know.” Spike looked at Willow to make sure that she was okay with his telling Giles.
“After you called us from England, we called Angel. Faith is coming to help us.”
“Giles, she will come and help us get Buffy, and then we will find a way to help her.” Willow used her hand to stop the questions that were forming on the Watcher's lips.
She closed her eyes and whispered a few strange sounding words and the Watcher closed his eyes.
“He will sleep now, without dreams.” Willow stood up after she tucked the covers around Giles.
Making her way towards the stairs, she said without turning, ”Spike are you coming? After all, Giles is sleeping on the couch.”
Spike was confused, was this a invitation into Willow's bed?
Bloody hell, thinking about it wouldn't help, he said to himself, and so he followed the witch into her room.
~Part: 5~
Willow was nervous. She didn't want to be alone. Spike was a friend, but what if he didn't want to help her?
Spike watched Willow and was, as always, surprise at how many emotions danced over her face while she was thinking.
“I don`t want to be alone. Would you sleep here with me?” Willow blushed, ”I mean, you can tell me if it`s a stupid idea. You're the big bad, so why would you sleep with me because I`m afraid? Forget it. It's a stupid idea...,” Willow became teary-eyed. This was so embarrassing.
The vampire didn't even try to follow her ramble. He walked over to her and opened her robe, then he walked her toward the bed, and helped her lie down.
Willow was too afraid to look at him, and as the light was turned out, she was sure that he would leave her alone.
Spike walked over to the chair and took off his clothes. This was all too crazy, but the little witch needed him, and to be honest, he needed her, too.
After he had nothing more than his boxers on, and he had checked that no sun would be able to come into the room, he walked over to the bed and lay down beside Willow.
She had to giggle when his feet touched hers.
“Bloody hell, pet! Your feet are colder than mine.” He pulled her into his arms and she cuddled against him.
***
Willow was still sleeping when Xander opened the door to her room. He wanted to ask her if everything was alright, before he went to work.
Anya was already with Giles at the Magic Shop, so there was no danger of her being found alone by Buffy.
Spike heard the door open, and looked into Xander's grinning face. A few days ago, the boy had told him that Willow had the hots for him and Spike had kicked is ass, and now this.
“I knew it! So make the best of it...mate,” Xander whispered, knowing that the vampire would hear him.
After the door was closed again, Spike looked down at Willow. What a cute little thing she was. He knew, since the first time he'd seen her, but since the night he'd tried to kill her, or rather, tried to make her a vampire, so much had happened.
He was no longer the big bad. He was the big bad who could no longer kill, or live without their help.
This small woman was the main reason he was still alive, and that made her something really special to him.
She looked so peaceful, with her red hair that seemed alive, the reddened cheeks, and the soft, open lips.
He just had to do it.
Leaning down just far enough so he could touch her lips, he looked once again at the sleeping beauty and, closing his eyes, gave her a soft kiss.
When he opened his eyes again, he was looking into the confused green ones of Willow.
“Sorry, pet...,” Before he had a chance to finish the sentence he found himself straddled by Willow.
“I`m not sorry,” she said, then kissed him. This was no soft little kiss.
It was a deep kiss and she didn't use just her lips. Spike let out a moan as she began to nibble.
Soon he couldn't stand it any longer, and he rolled them around so he was on top.
“Do you know what you do to me?” To make his point he took hold of her hips and pressed his erection into her.
Willow let out a moan, she wanted this. To be honest, she had wanted it the whole time, but she had been too afraid to act on her wish.
But what she now felt against her hip made it clear that he wanted her, too.
“The same thing you do to me,” Willow rubbed her hips against Spike's, in the hope that he would understand what she wanted.
“Willow, you must know, if we do this, you're mine! Forever.” Spike wanted to know that she knew, that this wasn't a one-time thing.
“Make me yours,” she said, looking into his eyes, and had to smile as they changed from crystal blue to golden.
He ripped her nightie and panties from her body and began to plant kisses on her neck and upper chest working his way to her pert breasts and nipples.
All the while, she was rubbing the length of his bursting cock though his boxers.
As his cool lips touched her nipple she moaned, “Oh goddess.”
Sucking that hard little bud between his lips, Spike gently scraped his teeth against it.
Willow pressed him harder against her breast, pushing more of it into his mouth. He eagerly sucked and played with it, switching from one to the other breast.
Spike soon learned that she was no silent lover. She made all kinds of animalistic sounds that came from deep in her throat.
She pressed down on his head, which he took as a cue to move a little lower.
As he licked his way lower he peeled his boxers from his body.
Then he reached her navel and pushed his tongue into that indentation, giving her a hint of what was yet to come.
He could smell her arousal, it made his cock throb all the more. Never had his cock felt so hard, or had it hurt that much from arousal.
He continued his assault on her navel, but his fingers explored the red fur that covered her love mound.
Willow opened her legs slightly to allow his fingers to move closer to her most secret place.
She shuddered as his fingertips reached and slid across the outer lips.
Spike gently pushed one of his fingers into her, not knowing how tight she would be, and not wanting to hurt her. It slipped in easily, only dew to the dampness that lubricated her.
She spread her legs wider to allow him more freedom in his movements.
He pressed his thumb against her clit which was not hard to find, as it stood erect and peeked from between her lips. The instant his thumb
touched that hot bud, she had her first orgasm.
It started as a low growl in her throat, but ended with the walls of her cunt gripping his finger.
Spike knew that this sex was going to be the best that he had ever had.
She let out a gasp of surprise as she got her first glimpse of his cock. He figured that Oz had not been that big, so she had not expected something like this poking into her abdomen.
Looking into his eyes she reached for it with her small hand.
The cum seemed to boil in Spike's balls as she stroked the skin of his cock back and forth.
He felt like a teenager getting his first piece of ass. He was ready to blow his load, and he hadn't even gotten close. That was the main reason he gently extricated his cock from her hand.
He knelt between her legs to get a closer look at every man's wet dream. Then he began to plant kisses on her soft thighs. Kissing and licking his way toward his goal, causing her to moan with want.
She placed her hands on his head and at first she seemed to keep him from putting his lips against hers. But after a short time, just the opposite happened and she was pulling him even closer.
Finally he pushed her legs up and back toward her shoulders. This caused the pink lips of her sex to open like a blossoming rose. His cock again hurt from a need for release.
Willow wrapped her hand around his cock and said in a husky, lust filled voice, "Please."
As he leaned toward her she guided his rod.
The head of his dick touched her hot, wet tunnel, and he wanted to drive every inch into her on the first thrust.
She moaned as their sex organs became one. He pushed more and more of his meat into her hot cunt, and she raised her ass from the bed taking everything he had.
Once their pubic hairs entwined and his heavy balls laid against her ass, she released the breath she was holding. Spike slowly pulled his cock out of her, only to begin to push back in just as he reached the mouth of her cunt.
Long, slow strokes. With every stroke Willow raised her ass to meet his thrusts. As she became accustomed to his size she pushed up with even more force and he pushed into her even harder, forcing her ass back to the bed with each thrust.
With one final lunge, he buried his burning shaft into her and vamped out. As she felt his cock expand and contract with orgasm, she too came, and he bit down into her breast.
They lay in each others arms, Spike`s head resting on Willow's breast, and just enjoyed the afterglow.
“Spike, why were you able to bit me?” she wondered after a few moments.
“I think it`s because I had no intention of hurting you, luv,” he said, and that was answer enough for both of them.
~Part: 6~
Faith exited the bus and looked around. She was happy that the rain had stopped.
She never thought she'd ever come back here.
Angel had talked to her after he got the call from Willow. He said that it would be her decision, and so she had called Willow to talk to her herself.
The Slayer was still shocked about the things Buffy had done. Only a short time ago, she had been the bad ass and now Buffy was much worse.
She took her bag and started walking in the direction of Willow's home. She had a good feeling about the witch.
They had talked for over two hours, and after Faith told her that she felt sorry for the things she had done to them, both women had cried.
But Faith had still been unsure about coming to Sunnydale. She had asked Willow about Xander, she would not come if Xander was against it.
The witch had tried everything to convince Faith that it had been his idea to call her, but she realized that Faith didn't believe her, so she called Xander to the phone.
And so Faith had not only talked to Xander and Giles, she also talked a little with Anya, and after it was clear that Faith had no designs on Xander, even the ex-demon asked her to come.
She would do anything to help them. They were kind enough to give her a chance, and she had no intention of disappointing them. Maybe they could even become friends, real friends, 'cause this was something Faith really wanted.
***
Faith was only a few blocks away from her destination when she was hit by something.
She let go of her bag and turned around, expecting to find something ugly that thought it would be a good idea to kill a Slayer.
But she was wrong.
With the ugly part.
“Why are you back, Faith? Angel had enough of you?” Buffy walked toward Faith with a satisfied grin.
“I have no problem with you, B, so why don`t you tell me about the problem the others seem to have with you.” Faith loved the angry look on the other Slayer's face.
“This has nothing to do with you. So take your stuff and leave my town, or I will have to make sure that this time you will not wake up again.” At these words, Buffy revealed the knife she was holding.
“Okay, I'll go,” Faith picked up her bag and walked back in the direction she had came from. As soon as she passed Buffy, she hit her with her bag, which gave her enough time to run toward the Rosenberg home.
***
Spike looked up from the football game he and Xander were watching. He could feel the presence of the Slayer. Not wanting to make too much noise, he walked over to the door to take a look at the situation.
As Spike was halfway through the room, the door was shoved open, and Faith stormed in. Not interested in the vampire, she shut the door and looked through the window into the night.
Willow, who had heard the door, walked in from the kitchen.
“Spike, who is it?” she asked, and after a short glance from the vampire, she got a look at Faith.
“Oh, Faith, it`s you!” she looked at the Slayer's back. ”What you are looking at?”
“I'm looking at Bitchy, who is standing in your front yard,” came the dry reply.
“I really like her, “ Spike said, and after everybody, with the exception of Faith, had send him a nasty look, he added. “I was talking about Faith.”
Willow grinned apologetically.
“She's gone,” Faith said after a short while, and for the first time she looked at everybody.
“Who is gone?” Anya asked. She had been in the kitchen, and when Willow didn't come back, she made her way into the living room.
“Buffy was out there,” Faith said, and regretted it immediately when she saw how the girl began to shiver.
Anya ran to Xander, who already had his arms open.
“Ahn, everything is fine, she's gone,” he tried to calm her.
“Hey, demon girl, this is Faith,” Anya looked over at the Slayer.
“So, next time you're afraid, just think about how badly she'll kick Buffy's ass,” Spike said.
Anya had to giggle, and immediately she no longer looked so lost.
~Part: 7~
Willow and Spike were lying in bed after hours of love-making, when the door sprang open and Anya walked in.
She seemed to have no problem with the fact that both of them were naked and screaming at her. With the ignorance characteristic of her, she just sat down on the bed and began to talk.
"I thought you two would never stop. Xander is good at giving me orgasms, but he never made me scream like you do Willow," Anya looked at Spike, her brow furrowed.
Willow was so embarrassed. She took the cover and crept under it, making Spike laugh.
The witch hit him with her elbow, and from under the covers she asked, "What do you want, Anya?"
"I remembered something. About two thousand years ago, there was a witch who stole the powers from the Slayer." Willow's head shot out from beneath the covers.
"What?" Spike was confused. He had never heard that this was possible. If he had known this, Buffy would already be history.
Which meant that he would never have gotten that damn chip. He had to grin at that thought, but as he looked at the witch beside him, the smile disappeared. And he would not be lying in bed with the the most beautiful and clever woman in the world.
He was happy that he hadn't known about it.
"I mean, if we could find a way to take away her Slayer abilities, maybe we can help her?" Anya was afraid that this was another one of her, as Xander called it, thoughtless trains of thought.
Willow jumped out of the bed and began to pace, not thinking about her nakedness or the sight she offered to Spike and Anya.
"Oh! Now I know why she screamed so loud," Anya hit Spike. "You did that vampire thing with her! I always wondered how that would feel."
Willow looked over at the two on the bed and followed Anya's pointing finger. She couldn't believe it.
"I`m naked!" And with unbelievable speed, she disappeared into the bathroom.
"Anya, why don`t you go and tell Rupert about this. I`m sure Willow will be down in a few minutes. And I don`t mean, tell him about the things I did with Willow."
***
Giles looked at Spike, Anya and a flushed Willow. Taking his glasses into his hand, he began to clean them.
"I never heard about this incident, but if there is something written about this, we will find it."
They searched all the books available and the 'Net. It welded the group together, but after five days and nights of research, they had still found nothing.
"Bloody hell! If we don't soon...," Spike had no chance to finish his sentence.
Somebody was pounding against the door and then it swung open.
"I will lock the door from now on," Willow mumbled and sent a really bad look in Wesley's direction.
"Giles, this is the book you need," the intruder said as he threw the book he was talking about on the table.
"Faith, where is your room?" his cold voice made them all shiver.
"Listen, I have nothing to say to you!" Faith backed away from the very angry-looking ex-Watcher.
He didn't even look away from her as he asked Willow, "Where is her room?"
"In the cellar," the witch answered, not really sure what this all meant.
Wesley took hold of Faith and shoved her toward the door he knew led to the basement The Slayer tried to loosen his grip, but had no luck, and so the door slammed shut behind them.
***
For a few moments, it was silent in the house, and then Willow asked no one in particular, "Do you think they will kill each other?"
"From what I smelled coming from the Slayer, they'll jump each other," the vampire said with a cocky grin.
"Oh, that sounds good to me. Xander, come on, we'll do that, too," Anya ran upstairs, not waiting for her lover.
Xander sat in his chair, flushed, and he could only hope that this was one of his dreams, but the next words from Spike made it clear that he was not dreaming.
"What you are waiting for?"
Xander jumped up and ran.
***
"I'll be everywhere. Sometimes you'll see me, sometimes you won't, but i'll be there, nevertheless," Wesley said
as soon as the door closed behind him.
He pushed her away and she went reluctantly.
"You know what I mean," he said gently, but firmly. "You're beginning to get turned on. I see it."
He pushed her against the wall and raised her sweater and bra so he could get at her breasts.
Her nipples were like marbles between his lips and teeth, he tried to poke them in with his tounge but they were too firm.
As he was sucking away at her, he worked at her pants. Wesley eased them down to Faith's knees and tugged at her panties. In his haste, he pulled too hard, they ripped and came away in his hand.
He threw them in the corner, and traced a line with his tongue between her breasts, down her belly and straight to her pussy.
He was greeted by a drenched bush. Wesley parted her cunt lips and dove on her snatch with his tongue.
Pulling the hood from over her clitorous, he let his tongue lash directly on her love button.
She responded by rotating her hips, and succeeded in drenching his face with her love juices.
He could stand it no longer.
After he stood up and dropped his pants, Wesley grabbed her by the buns, and lifted her onto his cock.
She let out a sigh as she slowly sank on his engorged tool.
All Wesley could think, was that she was so damn tight.
He braced her against a washing machine and pounded into her furiously. She came quickly, in a great shuddering orgasm that threatened to milk his cum before he was ready.
Wesley paused just long enough to turn her over on the machine and mount her from the rear. Her tight snatch met every thrust as he pounded into her, her pubic bone rubbing the tender spot under the head of his cock.
The pressure in his balls was getting almost too much to contain, so he pulled all but the head from her dripping snatch.
He then fucked her with short jabs with just the head, holding her buns so she could not back onto his cock.
The pressure subsided and he stopped his motion for a bit. She was straining to have his whole manhood deep in the folds of her flesh, and he released his grip on her ass.
With one great rush, she impaled herself on Wesley's member. He held her to him, loving the way her wet snatch was pressing on his balls.
She reached back and started playing with them.
He figured that it was now or never. He started building his strokes until he was ramming his dick furiously into her tight snatch.
Faith started playing with her clit and shuddered in another orgasm.
The contractions of her pussy put Wesley over the edge. He shot great streams of sperm deep into her and felt her cunt expand with each spurt and soon it was filled to overflowing and cum ozzed out onto his balls.
Wesley lay down on top of her and luxuriated in the feeling of his dick in her cum-filled pussy as she contracted her cunt around his shrinking cock.
Faith wordlessly pushed him away and picked up her panties She wiped his juice from her satch and then she went down and licked the droplets from his balls and limp organ.
Standing, Faith gave him a deep kiss.
"I've missed you."
~Part: 8~
“Wesley and I have talked about the options we have,” Giles said to the group that was sitting in the giving room.
They had tried to talk about it while they were all eating together, but the main conversation at the table had revolved around Wesley's and Faith's relationship, and the broken washing machine.
Spike had talked for half an hour about the dents in the dryer.
Giles had been so happy to see the group smile, that he had given in, and waited until now to talk about Buffy.
“The spell we found will take the special slayer abilities away from Buffy and transfer them to another person. We are still not sure to whom, because the logical choice would have been Faith, but that's not possible, coz she already is a slayer.” Giles professed.
“Giles and myself think that the best thing would be to give them to Willow. In her case, that would mean that she would have more power over her magic, and more physical strength,” Wesley, still holding the book they had gotten all the information from, looked over at the witch.
“I don`t think that's a good idea. I mean, why do you think that's a good idea? Why not Xander, or Anya, or Giles?” Willow rambled.
Giles walked over to Willow and took hold of her hand. ”It`s not that easy. The power can only be transferred to a human female. Not that I don`t think you're human, Anya,” he said just apologetically to her.
“That's okay, Giles,” Anya smiled.
“We have to be sure that this will work. After all, the first and only time this spell was used, the power was transferred to a witch, and you are the only witch here,” Giles tried everything to make her feel good about this.
“Agreed. But after what I read in the book, we will have to capture her first. How will we do that?” Willow didn't want to think about the changes this decision would bring to her life.
***
Twenty minutes later, everyone was allocated a task.
Giles, Wesley, Xander, and Anya would prepare everything so they could perform the spell as soon as the others returned with Buffy.
Faith, with the help of Willow and Spike, would catch Buffy on her nightly patrol through Sunnydale. Spike would be the best choice to play the bait, they had agreed after discussing it.
Faith would then grab her, and Willow would fire an tranquilizer dart at her. At first, Xander had said that he would do that, but Anya had been too afraid, so Willow had agreed to do it.
After everything was set, everyone went to bed to sleep.
Spike thought that he was the only one still awake when he walked into the kitchen. He saw Giles and sat down beside him at the kitchen table.
“You know that you can get killed by Buffy?” Giles asked without looking up from his whiskey.
“I know that, Rupert. But what would I do if something goes wrong, and she gets to Willow, and I was not there to stop it.” Spike took Giles' glass and drank the whiskey.
“You love her,” Giles looked into the blue eyes of his former enemy.
“Yes, I do.” The smile Spike was showing now said more than he could ever tell the Watcher with words.
Giles got up and walked toward the back door. Turning he threw the car keys into Spike's hands.
“I think there is something important we have to take care of.”
~Part: 9~
"Everything will be fine, so stop looking at me as if it's the last time you'll see me," Spike said to Willow.
Faith was standing a little aside, so the two lovers could talk.
Spike leaned down and kissed Willow. She wrapped her arms around him and tried to show him her love in this kiss.
"I`m ready," Spike kissed her once again, and then winked at the Slayer before walking toward the middle of the cemetery.
Willow and Faith had agreed to wait at the entrance so Buffy would not be able to sense them too soon.
They were still able to see Spike, so both were sure that they could reach him fast enough.
After an hour, there was still no sign of the Slayer, and Spike got bored. Not really sure what he should do, he began to sing one of the songs from the old days.
Faith and Willow were so shocked over the lyrics, they had to giggle like little school girls.
They were so distracted that Faith only noticed Buffy's presence when she hit her over the head with a branch.
Faith's eyes rolled back in her head and she fell unconscious.
Willow turned around when she heard the cracking noise, but she had no time to let out a scream.
Buffy walked over and put her hand over the witch's mouth.
Willow defended herself as well as possible, but had no chance against Buffy.
"So, we are finally alone. As alone as possible. It`s too bad. I told her to leave town, but as usual, she never listens, and now she will die. How many verses do you think the song your pet vampire is singing has, Willow?" Buffy whispered into her ear.
"I think, enough to break your neck, but that would be such a boring thing to do. What do you think about a couple of cuts, big enough to make you bleed, but not big enough to kill you fast," Buffy made a cut in Willow's neck.
Willow let out a moan. How had this happened? Buffy had her turned so she could see Faith lying on the ground.
Only if she looked really close, could she still see her breathing. Behind her, it seemed miles away, she could still hear Spike singing.
Spike kicked his cigarette into a near bush and then turned in the direction of the girls.
He was so bored, not even singing helped. After he finished another verse, he smelled it.
It was blood, and fear, and he knew the smell of Buffy's arousal.
Knowing that she heard him, he began with the next verse as he made his way toward the exit where he knew Willow was.
He could see that Willow was still holding the gun and he could only hope that she was ready to use it.
The smell of her blood made him crazy with rage and so he walked right behind Buffy and took hold of her hair, and, with one sharp pull, had her attention.
Buffy screamed, partly in pain, and partly in rage. She shoved Willow aside and turned around.
Willow had already lost a lot of blood, so she fell down to the ground, fighting to remain conscious.
"Ah, the big lap dog is here to save his bitch," Buffy said in amusement.
"Slutty, you haven't learned not to touch things that don't belong to you." Spike could see from the corner of his eye that Willow was still not ready.
"I`m sorry to tell you that your Willow will soon be dead. Now, let`s have a little fun. I still remember your screams." Buffy attacked him now, sure that he was defenseless.
She was unprepared when she met his resistence, and this gave Spike the needed time to attack her.
He landed some blows before she defended herself.
"Why is your chip no longer working?" Buffy asked between two kicks.
"Giles found somebody that was able to remove it, so I can now kick you sorry little Slayer ass." With another blow that hit the Slayer on her chin, he knocked her down.
Before she was able to get up again, he kicked her hard into her ribs.
"That was for the things you did to me." He kicked her again.
"That was for Anya." And with one final kick into her stomach he made her lose consciousness.
"And that was for the things you've done to Willow."
After he was sure that the Slayer would stay that way for a few moments, he ran over to Willow.
Faith had awaken and was now patching up Willow as good as possible.
"She will be fine Spike, trust me. But we need to bring them both to the others," Faith said as she stood, wobbly.
"And remind me to thank the Watcher," she winked at him.
"l'lI get the car. You take care of them." Spike kissed Willow on the forehead before leaving.
Faith walked over to Buffy and tied her up, just to be on the safe side.
After she looked at the two girls for a few moments, she said, "This is so fucked up. I always wanted your life, your friends, and now I have all these things, and you are the reason."
~Part: 10~
The others already awaited them. Giles was shocked when he heard what had happened, but this was not the time to get emotional.
Everything was ready, and they needed to start.
"Willow, you and Buffy will be in the middle of the circle, all the others take your place around." Giles was already reading the spell again to make sure that he didn't make a mistake.
Spike kissed Willow and helped her walk to the marked spot on the floor.
"Are we ready?" Giles asked Willow, and she nodded and smiled at him.
The ritual itself was pretty simple. Giles spoke some words in Latin and as the others repeated them. Willow forced Buffy to ingest an herb beverage which she then also drank.
After the group was quiet again, Willow looked around. She wanted to ask why nothing happened, just as Buffy's body began to glow.
It was a dark blue that seemed to run out of her. Willow's skin was covered in goose-flesh. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but her still working brain made her stay still as the glow moved in her direction.
With eyes opened wide, she watched as the glow touched her skin.
Its color immediately changed from the blue into a lovel,y shimmering jade green. Soon her whole body was enclosed within it.
Willow and all the others could only watch as it seeped into her body. It felt to Willow like a warm. loving touch. She was no longer afraid, and soon she felt the increase in her power.
The others saw the changes in Willow's posture and the smile she was showing assured them that it was not hurting her in any way.
Giles spoke the blessing, and the glow that had surrounded her disappeared.
"Do you think it worked?" Willow asked Spike, as she looked at Giles, who was stroking Buffy's hair.
"You should know that," Spike looked at Willow, a little surprised.
"Rupert, could you come over and take a look at Willow?" Spike looked pleading at the Watcher and his voice was a little higher than usual.
Giles walked slowly over to the couple after he made sure that Buffy was still unconscious.
"What do you want?" Giles asked.
"Take a look at Willow," Spike said, and that`s what Giles did.
Willow felt a little worried because Spike was acting strange.
"She looks fine," Giles was now really confused.
"She looks better then fine, mate. Or do you think she looks like a person who just had fight with a Slayer? Where are the cuts and abrasions?" Spike was making his point by pointing at the spot where only half an hour ago there had been a bad cut.
"You're right. They're gone. This can only mean that it worked," Wesley said from behind Giles.
The whole group was now standing around Willow, looking at her.
Giles kissed Willow on her forehead, showing the first real smile in weeks.
"I`m so glad that everything worked out," Willow hugged Giles and soon the whole group was hugging each other.
"If you ever tell anybody about this, I will kill you," Spike whispered into Xander's ear as he hugged him.
"As if that would be possible. I know you love me," Xander whispered back.
Faith looked over at Buffy. They had never talked about what would happen once the spell worked.
"What do we do with her?" she asked.
"There is something I haven't told you," Giles took of his glasses and played with them so he didn't have to look at the group.
"I've thought about this for a few days now. I`m still her Watcher, and I will be so forever, so I have found a nice place in England for the both of us."
All were shocked, they couldn't understand it.
"You're leaving us," Willow said after as short moment.
"Yes. I already have the tickets and everything has been settled." He looked at his watch, and then back at the group.
"When you go into my apartment you will find the documents that will transfer the flat to Wesley and Faith, and I've given the shop to Willow and Anya." Giles cleared his throat and his eyes got teary.
"You have to understand, this is something I need to do," he said with trembling voice.
Anya was the first to react to his plea. She hugged him, and said in a definite way, "It`s alright, we understand. But you have to call us."
Soon everyone showed the Watcher their support, and after they had taken Buffy to his car and everyone had said goodbye, he drove away.
The three couples looked down the street long after the lights of his car had disappeared.
***
"Do you think he's doing the right thing?" Willow asked Spike as she cuddled into his strong arms.
"Only time will tell, luv."
The End