Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A/W/S
Summery: This is a reply to a challenge I issued I finally got around to writing it.
Spoilers: none
Feedback: Please! No one be bashful please!
Distribution: Willow's Lil' Secret, Bite me..please?
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~Part: 1~
Willow felt unloved. She blew a stray band of hair from her eyes. Yeah so what else was new. She splashed the bubbled water around her. What was new was not actually having someone around to at least think she could call upon. Xander was doing something of the dirty kind with Cordelia, Buffy was out with Angel and her parents were gone again. And why did she feel so bad today of all days? She pushed herself under the water and once she arose looked to her laptop with the birthday e-card from her parents. They had forgotten. She couldn't believe that they had forgotten. They all had people and she was alone. Always alone. That was her, Willow the solitary. But honestly she mused to herself why would anyone want her? She was boring old Willow. The one who messed up on spells and dulled them with her incessant babbling. Her own parents couldn't show up for her big day. Six fucking teen. Willow arose from the bath with one intention in mind. Get drunk and forget this day ever happened.
Hours later and many bottles down Willow spun around her now dissembled house. She laughed giddily. What did she need people for? She had tequila. No she didn't need friends. She laughed into the empty room; she didn't even need fucking parents. She collapsed against the wall, giggling more frantically. She just said fuck ohhh naughty Willow. Willow breathed heavily and huffed air unto her empty bottle. No she didn't need them but what she did need she decided in her drug-induced mind was a man. All her friends had people; hell even Giles had someone. She let hot tears fall down her face, why was she always alone? With another mission in mind Willow in a scatterbrained stupor ran up the stairs and retrieved her most precious spell book. Ok maybe it wasn't hers, but she swore she would give it back to Giles. With a jack o lantern grin she opened the well-worn book and found the exact spell she was looking for.
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Angel awoke in his apartment with a strange twist in his chest. If he didn't know better he would think that it was his heart aching. He wasn't sure for what. Blood? No he had just eaten. Sex? Yes there were some tinges of lust. He let his hands travel and realized with some chagrin that yes there was some definite lust there. He lay back and thought of Buffy. Her long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, soft fingers and sharp responsive moans.
He stopped his hand. Instead of feeling the great joy that it should have it was softening. Now Angel was confused and greatly disturbed. Well he had heard that this happened to all men but he wasn't the usually kind of man. What had happened? One moment he was hard and thinking about Buffy and now he was well. Perhaps Willow had done some sort of spell that. He looked down. Un oh. He wasn't able to do anything thinking about his girlfriend but he could get off thinking about her best friend. He'd talk to Giles about this but he didn't think it would be in his best interest. Angel decided that he had better do something because Willow was invading all his thoughts. Her pretty face, her smile, even her habit of babbling. Angel lay back and groaned. Oh shit this was turning him on why too much. He shook his head and decided that enough was enough. He grabbed his coat and decided that something had to be done.
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Across town in an old warehouse Spike was entertaining Dru in their favorite pastime other then killing things.
"Harder Spikey, Harder!" Dru shirked as Spike nailed her to the mattress.
He was very willing to comply as her cool body captured him. Spike growled into her hair and closed his eyes as she drew blood from his white back. He opened his eyes in game face and looked down to see red hair. He slowed his pace much to Dru's disappointment. Red hair? For a moment he thought he might need to get his eyes checked or that his blood lust was in over drive. But then he softened his face back to human only to see not Dru underneath him but the slayers friend? What was her name? Fern? Lily? Dogwood? Daisy? Willow? Oh yes the little hacker. Willow. The red head. However instead feeling disgusted he felt even more turned on. Ok that was weird. He moved harder making Dru throw her head back and come to the point where her superhuman vintage came forward and her vision blurred. Spike tried to calm himself as he came. Yes there was something wrong. He loved Dru to death, literally. He too like Angel was deeply disturbed. Breaking away from his princess Spike hurriedly pulled his clothes back on. He felt his blood gorged stomach turn. Him a master vampire being distracted from his princess by a mere not so beautiful mortal girl.
"Where are you going Spikey?" Dru said in a singsong voice.
"Going to find out what the hell just happened," he pursed his lips together and stormed out the door. This shit would not continue, he would bring her back here, shag her, torture her and find out what the fuck she had done.
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Willow was now curled into her bed, the first effects of a hangover yet to take place. She was just a ball under the covers letting the sandman take his due. Not knowing that she had caused all of Sunnydale to fall maddeningly in love with her.
Chapter Two
Willow stumbled around school, a killer hangover haunting her of last night's activity. Willow didn't notice the constant stares she was on the receiving end of this morning and when she did notice she merely chalked it up to being that they were laughing at her hangover state.
"Hey Wills," Xander called and rushed over to his friend.
"Xander?" Willow slurred and let books slip from her hands.
"Yeah Wills. You feel alright?"
Willow shook her head and tried to shuffle off to the bathroom. Xander to her mild surprise was right behind her.
"Ah Xander this is the girls bathroom," Willow paused before she lowered her head into the sink.
"Yeah I know but you're hurt. Aren't you Wills?"
Willow poured water on her forehead and felt a zing of electricity shoot down her spine. His hands were stroking the back of her neck and gathering her hair in his fingers. Willow paused, a memory was striking painfully at the lining of her brain. What had she done? She has done something last night. What was it? Something with a spell book maybe?
She looked at Xander; he was not like this most of the time was he? Not this caring, at least not for her. She brought herself up wipe her face, Xander caught her mouth with his. Willow tried to pull back but his hands held firm to her.
"Oh Willow I'm so sorry, how could I have been so blind?"
"Blind to what Xander," she wiped her lips and backed away from him. Something was most certainly wrong here.
"How beautiful you are, how smart you are, how much I love you," he reached for her again and ran balls first into the sink, giving Willow just enough time to run. Willow ran out the door and hurried to the library. Giles was waiting for her, rocking in a chair and murmuring softly to himself.
"Giles?" Willow asked in terror.
Giles looked up at her and a weird smile etched itself on his face. A very different smile then she was used to seeing on Giles, it was a lusty sort of smile.
"Willow, I'm so very happy to see you," Giles sighed dreamily and moved towards her.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he said and walked towards her with the gait of a rapid dog. Willow moved away from him, moving slowly towards the door. Giles was gaining on her, trying to push her into the wood and do things that in Willow's mind a librarian should just not do with a student.
She rushed to the door and tried to push her way out. There was something hard blocking her, she pushed again frantically. This time the door swung towards her only for her to discover to her horror that there was an army of men awaiting her. They were chanting her name and opening their arms to her. Willow now understood what it was like to be the leader of a cult. She backed away and ran straight into the arms of Giles who grasped her in his thin but strong arms. She struggled against him and froze at the sight of all the people that wanted her love and devotion.
"Willow please I've been dreaming about you," Giles whispered and thrust his hips forward.
Cordelia rushed through the crowd and was shocked to see a captured Willow. She knew something was wrong when no man in the school would pay attention to her. She saw the petrified look on Willow's face and was in-between laughing and crying. Cordelia then did the kindest thing she had ever done for the little dork, with all the adrenaline she had she grabbed Willow by the forearm and rushed her out of the library and into Miss Calendar's room.
"Thanks for saving me Cordelia, but uh why did you?"
Cordelia looked at her in annoyance.
"So that we can figure out what the fuck is wrong and the guys will pay rightly deserved attention to me, like am I the only one who sees a problem here?"
"No Cordelia you're not the only one who sees a problem here," Willow panted and tried to steady herself. Cordelia took in her distressed state and tisked air through her teeth.
"Really Willow you would think that this is the first time you've ever had crowds of adoring men after you," she let a triumphant smile approach her, " Oh yeah I'm sorry this is the first time isn't it."
Willow shot her a death glare.
"What is it Cordelia don't feel a bit under par now that they all want me?" Cordelia applied her makeup, seemingly unfazed by the comment.
"Willow," she started to let a super insult fly when Miss Calendar rushed into the room.
"Willow!" She cried, " Thank the Goddess you're alright!"
She gathered the tired girl in her arms and hugged the life out of her.
"What's happening Jenny?"
"I'm not sure Willow, but I was chased by a most of the faculty and student body chanting your name."
Willow nearly fainted to the chair and ringed her hands in worry.
"Willow what did you do this time?" Cordelia asked in a bored tone.
Willow looked at the girl who had been making fun of her since first grade, but now she didn't seem so frightening.
"I might have cast a spell last night, I don't remember."
"A spell! Willow we've told you to be careful with magic," Jenny scolded. Willow smiled, Jenny and Giles in a way were the closest thing to parents she had. This thought made her shudder more at the scene in the library.
"I know, I'm sorry," she mumbled, " I think it was an attraction spell."
"You think?" Cordelia smirked.
"Willow, honey if it makes you feel any better these things don't last longer then a week. Why don't you go home and lock the door? If you need anything call us and we'll get it for you," Jenny stroked her arm and kissed her cheek.
"Cordelia why don't you walk her home?"
Cordelia huffed.
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because if you do I'll give you a passing grade in my class."
"A B+?"
"Done."
~Part: 3~
To Spike waiting was a bloody waste of time. He paced the lawn outside of Willows house, angrily snarling and actually chomping on his fag (English slang for cig). Once and a while he would look up to the tree where his sire had taken shelter and snarl at him. Spike dipped around the trees and prayed that it would stay a cloudy day, he wanted to meet the girl who had him in a trance thinking about her since this last night. He was about to pounce on her when she went to school but the wanker had to show up and wrestled him to the ground. For what? Save the girl that had them trapped in her damn bewitchment. They should have grabbed her and had a good rape and torture session with her until they found out what they wanted to know and then left her bleeding for the damn scobbies find. Damn gypsies, damn stupid souls and damn stupid curses. Then again had always had a soft spot for the ladies, at least when others where around. He always wanted them all to himself. Jealous bugger. He couldn't count how many women Angelus had stolen from him, and not just Dru. Though Dru was the main one he had to admit. But their love was being to be strained, a little frayed at the edges perhaps and Spike had to break done and recognize this when he nearly picked up a copy of those damn self-help books. He made a face at the remembrance and then a slightly more somber one at the thought of his undead love. Oh hell like she would ever know or care, she was probably playing with her dolls as he waited for his living one to return home. Spike was going to kill his sire, or at least run him off until a bunch of other bloody demons had to show up wanting to fuck the red head. They then spent the rest of time either decapitating the slobbering drones or merely castrating them and sending them limping home. Some of the ugliest buggers had even shown up with flowers and candy, that was a bloody riot. Spike growled once more before catching the witches scent in the air, he glanced at his watch, it was only noon. It may have been a long time since he was at school but didn't those damn kids get out at three? Maybe they had resurrected the tradition of going home for lunch? Spike grinned, no matter she would be.OAF! Spike spit the dirt out of his mouth as Angel continued to grind him into the ground. Angel dug his heel into his child's back, keeping him down as he looked for the approaching witch. He couldn't wait for her to get home, he had been thinking wonderful thoughts about her all day. Maybe not the purest images of the young girl but it should be interesting to see if she could bend that way. Angel stood over the limey vamp like a conquering hero or a cat saying hi mum see what I caught for you today.
Willow hung her head as she tired to dodge all the men that were screaming and running after her. By the time she had left the school with Delia a stream of men had rushed out and smashed Cordelias car. The prom queen was not pleased but even with her manicure had managed to knock a few out. Who knew that she had a mean right hook. Willow panted as she finally saw her house in sight and dared to look back at the crowd and Cordelia hammering away at the mass of admirers. She felt like the stupid sidekick who forgot not to look down as she saw the horde running toward her.
Angel spotted both girls as they ran from a hound of men biting on their heels. Hot stabs of jealously jabbed inside him at the thought of any of them even thinking about touching what was his, by now that was what Angel had decided she was, his and only his.
Spike struggled under the weight of his sire as he too caught the sight of his red. For by now that was what he had decided she was, his. Spike growled as the cheerleader protected the young girl from the crossfire of two high school jocks. Spike decided it should have been him protecting her and kept trying to buck Angel off his back. Angel however was resistant and ground him further into Sunnydale earth.
Cordelia nudged Willow as they ran and pointed to the two boys demonstrating an act of stupidity on her front lawn. Willow felt herself go breathless and hung her head. Hadn't the day been bad enough already? All the men in Sunnydale were after her, why did the undead ones have to be as well. Especially Angel and Spike? Two guys she had had minor, ok maybe major crushes on were now waiting she guessed for her in daylight on her lawn? Daylight? They risked daylight for her? Willow scolded herself as the warm and fuzzies torn through her body. No warm and fuzzies bad when being chased by all the men of her town with an annoyed cheerleader about to kill you and two incredible hot vampires beating each other up and waiting in sun light just for little old you. Willow cursed the spell and secretly thanked the powers that be. She hurried the last leg of the way with Cordelia in-between running in heels and poking former boyfriends eyes out.
"Willow!" Angel called happily and rushed out to enfold her in silk clad arms. Spike scrambled up quickly and thumped his sire in the head treading of his fallen body, he too hurrying to the hacker. Angel lunged himself forward and tackled the British vamp, the two then rolling and bloodying each other up.
"I think we can make it inside my house," Willow whispered and grabbed Delia's hand almost dragging her in the door. Cordelia was shell shocked at the sight of two men fighting for a girl that wasn't herself. Something was definitely wrong here.
Spike and Angel looked up from their match as the heard the door slam. "Oh now looked what you've done Spike!" Angel groaned and tried to push his child off of him.
"It wasn't me wanker you're the one who tackled me first!" Spike also brought himself up and huffed, " Anyway I was here first I should be the one to get her, don't you have Slutty?"
"Don't you have Dru? What's your princess gonna think?"
"I don't know daddy, you never really taught her anything about the joys of monogamy!"
Angel's face brought out into a huge grin and with a childlike air of price he taunted.
"Doesn't matter anyway cause I already have an invite!"
Angel ran back up his tree to Spikes dismay.
"Sire you bloody bugger get the fuck back down here!"
Angel laughed and disappeared into Willows balcony. Spike growled and pushed his game face forward, letting out a huge howl of rage he too ran up the tree after his sire and to get away from the mass that was trying to scamper up the tree as well, trying to find anyway into Willow's house.
Willow fell into the couch exhausted after doing a quick non-entrance spell for the mess outside, she tired to disappear into the cushions. She swore she would never screw up like this again.
"What do you day Cordelia, ice-cream and a movie?"
Cordelia huffed as she looked over the house.
"Like I would hangout in loserville," she snapped and grabbed her backpack.
Willow rose up and batted her eyes.
"You're going back out there?"
"Yeah," she said exasperated, "It's not like they're after me or anything."
"This is really bothering you isn't it?" Willow shyly questioned.
Cordelia shot her a punishing look and approached her with a slap in the face on her tongue.
"Angel if you don't invite me in!"
Both girls looked up startled at the sound of Spike outside of Willows room. They looked at each other before Willow quietly sauntered up the stairs and peered into her room, where Angel was laughing at Spike trapped against the barrier and stuck his tongue out at him.
"What's wrong Spike?" Angel asked and leaned slowly into the barrier before pulling out again quickly before Spike could catch him.
"What'll you do Spike? Huh what will you do?"
Willows brows furrowed at the sight of a very unAngel like Angel.
"I'll sing Billy idol Songs at the top of my lungs until you let me in!"
Angel grimaced and then shrugged.
"You'll get horse eventually and by then I'll be romancing Willow."
"You BASTARD let me in!" Spike shook against the barrier and punched at it.
He then stopped and looked at the red head in the doorway.
"Willow," he whispered like it was a holy name.
Angel whipped around and saw his girl in the frame, his undead heart skipped a beat as he reached for her.
"Willow," he said and wrapped her up in his arms.
Willow epped and tried to squirm out of his grasp, as her temperature rose.
"Willow, red, pet, luv puh-please let me in," Spike moaned and tried to reach for her.
Angel dropped Willow but kept a firm hand on her shoulder.
"No Spike she's mine you better go back to Dru," He smiled and waved him along.
"Actually," Willow piped up and brushed Angel off of her, "I'm neither of yours, I cast a spell and you're just feeling the effects."
"Well what are you telling us to do? Get some chicken soup and sleep it off?" Spike asked in amazement, Spike couldn't imagine not being with Willow for the rest of eternity.
"It's not just the spell Willow," Angel murmured and pressed her to him.
"HEY!!! Whatever you are!" Cordelias voice echoed up into Willows room. "LEAVE her alone!"
Spikes brain turned, he now knew how he could get in! Spike jumped down and grabbed the cheerleader by the waist and climbed back onto the balcony holding the supply formed girl next to him.
"I'll kill her," Spike warned and pressed his fangs into her neck.
Cordelia looked pitifully to Willow and tried to move out of Spikes arms as she slew curses at him. Willow's heart was in her throat as she comteplated her choice, well there was no choice she couldn't let Cordelia die.
"Spike please come in!" she screamed as Angels grasp tightened on her.
"Kitten why did you do that?"
He didn't receive a reply as Willow rushed to Cordelia.
"Thank you pet don't mind if do," Spike purred as he released the cheerleader.
"Cordelia are you alright?"
Cordelia looked up her mascara smeared from her crying.
"No I am not alright," she sighed angrily and pushed her way past the three figures, "I'm getting out of this nuthouse!"
Willow rushed after her not wanting to me alone with these two men and she couldn't go back outside, they might not be able to get in but they were still there.
Spike caught her and licked his lips.
"Well pet what have you got planned for tonight?"
~Part: 4~
Willow backed away from the slobbering master vampires that approached her with a rabid like gait. Her hands clawed at the doorframe trying to pull her of this fishbowl of hell.
"Where you going luv?" Spike asked his fangs glinting in indirect sunlight.
She looked from Spike to Angel, studying their frantic lustful gazes to their bloody noises. Bloody noses, they had fought over her. The wheels in her brain sputtered and jump started out of panic. Jealously she realized lasted for centuries. Willow quickly jumped into Angels arms, pressing her body into him and folding her head on her hands.
"Please Angel, please. I'm scared, protect me from him," She whimpered and nestled herself deeper into his silk covered chest.
Angel raised his head in surprise before turning with a triumphant grin plastered on his once beautiful mouth to a fuming Spike. Spike glared back at his sire and clenched his fists to his sides, squashing any remains of a cigarette that was left in his white hands.
"Protect you? Protect you? Sure he'll protect you, he'll save you from the big bad," Spike growled and turned his head to pout. "He'll save you, cradle you from the outside world, and show you the best things in this world but then he'll exact his price. He'll use you up and spit you out, he'll leave you a dry and empty cig pack, where their were once New Orleans tobacco." Pain glowed off his words as his head drooped in memory.
"Come with me red," he whispered, " I may be rough but I'll treat you like a princess, my princess."
"Willow," Angel raised her chin to stare deep into his chocolate orbs, "I would never do that to you. It's me, it's Angel. Dru is crazy who do you think did that to her? Believe Willow you don't want to be his princess."
"Angel," Willow breathed lightly. She looked up into his soulful expressive eyes trying to decipher any meaning in their depths. He stared back into her soft green iris's hoping to receive any clue of what was buzzing in the depth of her brain. The desire beating inside their dead bodies was boiling their brains with lust, softening their reason and releasing their inner demons. Willow drew back with a stifled gasp as Angel's eyes glinted red and his grasp became claw like on her delicate arms.
"Believe me Willow, you want to stay with me," He tried to smile encouragingly, but only succeeded in making his heaving fangs sparkle, showing off the true demon that lurked beneath the surface and struggled for the fresh air of death of the outside world.
Spike raised his head with a wounded glance toward this former lover and hopefully his future one. Emeralds were boring into his glaciers as living limbs tried to divide from the marble that was once pulsing warm flesh.
"Spike," a frightened Willow gasped, "Help me?" It was a question and
not a request. Willow was unsure if Spike would help her at all or snap
back to being his old self and laugh. Spike never entertained the idea
of laughing, except perhaps for joy as he ripped her from the body of his
sire, the body that was more Angelus and less Angel as the seconds ticked
by. He cradled the small witch to his lean frame, relishing the clean smell
of her skin and the cinnamon spice of her hair. Angel had other thoughts,
although he was fighting a loosing battle to keep his beast hidden the
splash of cold air that filled the space where the red head was slapped
him in the face. He rushed towards his childe, blindly groping for the
lithe girl, trying to recapture her beautiful body. He roared and connected
his fist to Spikes prominent cheekbone. Spike yelped with pain but held
tightly to Willow, making her gasp as the flesh around his fingers turned
white. Angel blindly kept running at the duo and
stumbled forward, catching onto Spikes collar and brought the
frightened pair down to the floor of Willows bedroom. Willow flailed about
like a red mare that was brought down, kicking and bucking violently as
oppressive hands struggled to keep her still. Spike held on to her the
tightest, not wanting to relinquish his prize. Angel's hands searched the
floor trying to grip at the squirming red head and catch the little tree
once more. Willow managed to crawl from their bodies like a survivor from
a car crash and ran to the one safe place in the house. Spike glanced up
as she ran and desperately tried to reach for her as another punch landed
on his face from his once loving sire. Spike too crawled from Angel and
hurried in the direction that his red went in. He didn't need to follow
her by sight, he felt her in the heart and smelled her in his head. He
stopped at a door and hastily shook the doorknob to gain access, with no
luck as the lock held firm and the girls sobs rattled in his
ears.
"Where is she?" Angel slobbered, the tattered edges of his sanity coming undone. His body couldn't handle being this confused, soul go out, soul go in, he needed a revolving door for tricks it was pulling.
"In the loo," Spike growled and rattled the door again. Angel pushed him aside and banged on the door.
"Will let us in!"
"No," Willow cried from the other side and cradled herself as another ring of crying tore into her overheated flesh. She cradled herself in her narrow bathtub, brushing away the tears that streamed down her overheated cheeks. Things had just gone terribly wrong. All she wanted was for some guy to think of her, want her and maybe even love her. But now that she did have all the guys after her, she couldn't think of a single one, she wanted something she had never wanted before. Willow wanted to be alone.
Angel pounded harder on the door, doing his best to take it apart splinter by splinter. Spike grinned as his sire banged on the door until fists bled, he grinned wider as he removed the pins from the offending piece of wood that guarded his beloved, letting the weight fall upon the hapless wanker. Spike ground his heel into the plank above his sires chest, making Angel let out a moan, the undead air hefted out of his lungs.
"Thanks for getting me in the door mate," Spike grinned and flicked a lit cigarette at his twisted face.
Willow had run for the window when the pins from the door had been removed, she was halfway out of the opening when pair of hands grasped her ankles. She screamed, the demon who had hold of her feet trying to pull her into his arms covered his ears. Willow sighed as he fell to the ground but cringed as the horde of men, demons and vampires caught sight of her and ran like adoring fans to a rock star. Willow scrambled on the slippery substance that made up the surface of her roof, her feet slid and ground to a halt allowing her no more movement of comfort or use. She kicked her feet scraping the shingles under her shoes, her knuckles white clutching the thin strips of metal. She was torn between screaming and kissing Spike in gratitude as his arms enclosed over her waist and hefted her to safety.
"Fame a bit to much for you?" He looked at the frightened red head in his arms. He kissed her, a tender trifle. A small delicate imprint on her soft mouth. Willows breathing was ragged at the feel of his lips on hers and surprised at the chasteness of his kiss. Spike held in his arms the most magnificent treasure that he had seen since the days of Byron, he was not going to let her get away again. He kissed her again. This time it was not a sweet reassurance but a passion filled masterpiece, insistent of coaxing a response from the timid red head. Willow leaned into him clutching at his leather trimmings steady herself from the onslaught.
"Spike."
"Yes Red?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to shag you, love you, pet you and call you George."
"We shouldn't being doing this," She pushed away from the enticing vamp.
"Why not?"
"Lots of reasons, one big being that you're evil."
"Thank you precious."
"I'm, I'm, I'm a virgin and I always wanted my first time to be uh you know special."
"What other girl on your block can say that she lost her hyman to a pair of fangs?"
"Buffy."
"Buffy has her own vampire," Spike reminded and hugged her to him. Once again pinning back in phase one too close to an evil vampire that wanted to.
"Wouldn't you like one of your own?"
Willow looked up into his ice blue eyes. One of her own? It may have been evil Spike, sexy Spike, funny Spike, Spike who if not for the spell would not have anything to do with her. But he wanted her now, he wanted her. It would be nice to have a vampire of her own, someone she would have to make excuses for so they wouldn't kill her date for Saturday night. Oh wait a date for Saturday night, to actually have a date, someone to make out with in the back of vans. She moaned slightly as a succulent pair of lips moved deliciously on her outer ear.
"That isn't so bad is it?"
"Spike.please."
"Please?"
"Don't."
"Goddamn luv I haven't had to work so hard Queen Victoria was on the throne," Spike hugged her tighter and lifted her up to the wall. Willow looked about her and tried to struggle out of his grasp.
"Spike knock it off!" Angel growled and pulled himself still sore up onto the bathtub. Willow meeped and looked towards the souled vamp, a blush creeping over her face. She was nearly seduced by Spike in front of Angel! Oh god oh god what was she going to do, what was she going to say?
"Fuck off Sire," Spike snarled and stroked the red hair from her face.
"Willow please," He pleaded and pressed into her, "This bleedin thing is too strong, look what it did to the wanker and he always had more control then me. Damn this is a big spell. I'm sorry luv just hold still."
"Willow, for once he's right. This spell will kill us or you in the end if it's not sated."
She looked to Angel and he hung his head in defeat.
"It's not your fault Willow no matter what you think, it's not your fault and I'm sorry it had to come to this."
"I'm afraid the bastard is right. This thing is stronger then pure dust."
"Willow you deny us much longer and we will rape you, without worrying if we hurt or even kill you. Unrequited love turns into anger if it's left too long." Spike interjected. Spike growled and stroked her fire red hair.
"Only if I have to. I'll do my best, boy scouts promise." He comforted and looked annoyed to his sire.
"You were never a boyscout." Willow hiccupped. He was going to rape her and it was all her fault, no matter what Angel said. If she had never cast the spell, if she would have just taken it one the chin oh if Xander would have just kissed her then she wouldn't be here. Willow stayed stock still and moaned as Spike found her neck.
"No but he's eaten enough." Angel smiled, "Willow I know this is more then awkward but it's really not that bad."
"Angel you sod, stop complicating the situation. God you always do this! Listen I'm going to screw her, you know this I know this."
"Wait, no one passed this with me!" Willow mewed.
"You're the one who cast the spell."
"oh so that means that I'm asking for it? That's like saying that if I was wearing a mini-skirt."
"I'm sure Spike doesn't mean that."
"Like hell I don't, what did you expect when you cast the bloody thing?"
"I DON'T KNOW I WAS DRUNK!" Willow yelled exasperated.
Angel and Spike paused. Spike laughed.
"Good on you luv, didn't think you had that in you. Well until we got to that stage anyway."
"Spike you can be so crude," Angel sighed.
"Better then being a wanker who is too scared to take what he wants."
Angel growled.
"I'm staying right here to make sure nothing happens to her."
"What?" Willow epped, "I appreciate what you're trying to do for me but I."
"What some privacy to play newlyweds?" Spiked asked and sucked on her ear lobe.
"Then again it might be better if you just hang out."
"Aw luv you pierce me to my very soul." Spike kissed her again.
"But uh you don't have a soul."
"My point exactly."
Angel sat on the bathtubs edge watching the pair, feeling that out of decency for Willow he should look away. But then he would be leaving her in the hands of Spike, who would use her up and spit her out. He couldn't do anything, the only thing that was holding him back from taking her right on the bathroom rug was the need to protect what was his from Spike. He didn't know what he was going to do when the spell fully made him loose his sense, again.
"You honkey dorey?" Spike asked when she went limp in his arms. He had to consider the girls needs before his own, just because the spell was running through his blood didn't mean that he could screw her into oblivion. Oh who was he kidding he would let them put his soul back into his heart if he could just fuck red like an animal. But here she was in his arms, unwilling and crying. What was the fuss about just screw the red head and move on.
"Willow it will be alright," Angel reassured and caught her eye.
Willow was confused. She was tired of fighting the two vampires that she had no chance of winning against. It was what she deserved; it had been what she wanted after all. Spike kissed her again, trailing his mouth from her jaw to the curve of her ear. Willow shivered and this small movement encouraged him to further exploration. He covered her neck with his mouth, tracing fangs across her blood vessels and marveled at Willows response. She arched her hips, ashamed and almost frightened at the way his mouth on her flesh could cause such burning sensations in every nerve. She caught Angels eye again. He nodded and tried to smile reassuringly at her. Spike pulled off her shirt, cupping perfectly shaped breasts in his hands, encouraging her nipples to action. Willow gave in and kissed him back. The sooner she gave in the sooner it would be over. Ah, was that a tingle, there shouldn't be any tingling.ohh that was a major tingle. She arched her back and shivered.
"You gave me quite a scare red," he murmured against she skin, biting the numb through the blue lace. He nuzzled into her and undid the button of her jeans.
Willow moaned at the feel of liquid desire that run pooled in the center of her thighs. She felt weak for liking this, weak and now knew she was more of a freak Cordelia would ever know. His hands wormed their way into her pants, under her cotton garment, willingly spreading herself for his demanding hands. Spike smirked against her skin at her panting, violently slamming his mouth on to hers. He was going to be himself. Willow matched him lash for lash, her tongue battling with his for control, he ultimately one the fight as she broke from him panting. Her hands reached between them, her shyness suspended as the embrace deepened and unbuckled his belt.
"Oh Spike oh please."
Angels eyes widened in surprise and barely suppressed a snarl. She was enjoying this? He was making her enjoy this? It should be him, he was the one who had been friends with her before! They had had adventures together! He was the one who, who.loved her before all this happened.
Spike hissed in pleasure and tightened his grasp on her accommodating body. Willow moaned as his fingers latched themselves onto her clothes pulling the offending items as far down as he could manage with out breaking their contact. She hurriedly did the same, fighting with his zipped in a death match only she could win and pushed down the black jeans. She clenched her jaw and ground her teeth as he slipped a hand between her legs, teasing cool fingers around clit and laughed at the young girls tortured expression.
"Spike please," she moaned and furiously and awkwardly grabbed his cock. This time Spike groaned and rested his head against head on the pulse point in her neck. Her hands pumping him fiercely, carelessly making Spike place one hand on the wall the steady himself.
"Enough!" he snatched her hand and fixed them above her head.
"Right," he panted, "I was going to try to go with foreplay but you leave me no choice." Willows eyes widened in fear and she struggled lightly within the confines of his steel like arms.
"You ready pet?" He brushed his cock near the folds of her core. Willow panted and lay her head on the wall. She nodded and pushed her hips to him, trying to coax him into her. Spike shivered and did as he was asked, easing his way into her tight passage. A grateful groan escaped his parted mouth as he felt her close around him. Willow screamed in pain as his length rammed inside of her. She clutched his shoulders and nuzzled into his bleach smelling hair. She tried to curry favor with him to be gentle, kissing his ear lobe and moving down to his neck.
"Spike," she whispered and leaned into his hand as he wiped away the tears that peaked at the corner of her eyes.
"Luv," he kissed the corner of her mouth and couldn't help as one thrust
escaped him. Her breath hitched and she pushed back, the unexpected pleasant
feeling that rippled through her made her only want him more. Spike pushed
again and grunted as she joined in the in their mating. He was trying to
be tender with her, use the old kid gloves and make this experience memorable.
However Willow had other ideas. Feelings that never entered her body before
now engrossed her and she pushed her hips to the object of her desire.
In the back of her mind Willow knew that tomorrow morning was going to
be awkward and she would be blushing for weeks but right now all she wanted
was him to fill her in everyway possible. Spike hurried his thrusts her
tight passage, still trying to control himself for his inexperienced new
lover. Willow grabbed blindly at him and grunted each time his cock hit
her engorged clit. She could feel her climax sneaking up on her with Spike
increasing the speed and strength
of his thrusts she could barely see straight. Spike on the other
hand couldn't control himself and bit into her throbbing neck. Willow came
in waves as his fangs working into her veins. Without a moments thought
bit into his neck, lapping the blood that flowed. The blonde vampire followed
as her muscles clenched around him, pulsating around him. Spike showered
her with light kisses and nips after their coupling still reeling from
the effects. Angel felt like he was blushing. He had just watched his childe
and the girl he wanted screw in the bathroom.
"How is everybody?" Angel asked.
Willow brushed the last remaining tears from her eyes.
"We just.did we really?"
Spike paused and hung his head.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
"I don't feel like I'm one piece but I'm sure I am.I think?"
"Yeah luv, you're in one piece." He disengaged from her but still cradling the girl in his arms Spike started to walk out the door.
"I don't think so boy," Angel clapped, "Now it's my turn."
"You must be joking Sire," Spike growled and tightened his grip on Willow, the skin beneath his fingers churning in pain.
"Mine."
Angel rose with a demon force from the porcelain rim and extended his arms, awaiting his prize. It was his right after all the right of the sire. That and he was under the spell too!
"Spike," he growled in response, his vampire features clouding his once beautiful looks.
"The right of a Sire dear boy, whatever is yours is mine."
Willow didn't like the look in Angels once kind eyes, it was hungry, it was furious and there was lust brimming in those yellow orbs. Lust for her, a tingle went down Willows spine. A tired tingle, it was proof enough though that she was not quite satifisfied. But he had been so calm only moments before, comforting and normal.
"Come on Spiky, why all the grumbling you know that it always took me to finish them off."
Spike hung his head close to tears, he had forgotten about the right of a Sire. What a stupid man he was, had he not claimed her then none of this would have happened. If he had just shagged her and left it at pretty kisses it would be just fine, but no he had to claim the tasty morsel for himself. This instantly made her property of Angelus. He knew he had to and not even he could deify this rule. He handed over the young witch. Willow clutched to him and struggled to stay in his arms. Angel smiled and took the squirming thing in his arms.
"No!" she panicked. There was something wrong with Angel, something dangerous that would rip her to shreds. She was not ready for this. Spikes lowered his head further and slank away, he couldn't help the one woman he now knew he loved. Angel grasped her to his body and left Spike still quivering in shame and anguish.
Angel carried the frightened and fighting Willow into her bedroom.
"Angel please let me go," she pushed against his chest trying to get away form the thing that he had become.
"Willow, Willow, Willow, Willow," he repeated and lay her on her bed. His large hands ran across her body as he steadied her into the soft mattress.
"Willow, relax darling I'm not going to hurt you," he smiled and kissed her closed angry mouth. Willow screamed. She fought his hungry hands and questing mouth. She kicked and slammed her hands across his body. Angel grabbed her in a bruising grasp and ripped open her bra.
"What's wrong with you Angel?" The red head sobbed.
"Willow," Angel growled, "Hun please."
He bit her lip hard enough to draw droplets of crimson blood.
"You taste so sweet."
Willow twisted her head away and wrapped her arms around him. Willow in her bit his ear, the few drops stinging her tongue. She had expected him to be the one to go easy on her, he had been the one she was looking forward to. She blushed at her contradiction. She fought harder against him and yet this was perhaps what she wanted. Confusion and the rough feel of him made her sniveled.
"Willow, I'm sorry oh I'm sorry."
Willow looked back to him as he hovered above her. His eyes were once again kind and his voice had become velvet instead of steel, he certainly looked like Angel. His hands found their way to her breasts, he certainly felt like Angel.
"Angel?" she asked. Please let it be sweet Angel who would go about this gently and not some monster.
"Yes Willow," he mumbled and lapped at one of her nipples. When he sucked it into his mouth Willow was quite content with the answer and sighed as the still new heat crept up on her. She relaxed in his arms. He was old Angel the one that she had always wanted. He rubbed his hand over the other hardening nub and kissed his way between her perfectly shaped mounds. He nestled into her flesh enjoying the feeling of her. Willow smiled at the sensation; well out of the two she knew one had to be a breast man. His mouth became hungry again and attacked her shoulders with verbosity. Willow grinned and finally relaxed. She was living out a fantasy, one that she had had since Buffy had first told her about his kiss. Oh god Buffy. She pushed him away as the guilt took it's toll. Angel looked at her confused and was trying desperately to pull her back into his arms.
"But you slept with Spike!" he whined.
"I know, but Buffy."
Angel tipped his reds face to his, his fingers lightly caressing the underbelly of her jaw.
"Willow why would I want Buffy when I can have you?"
Willow blushed at the fact that she felt like crying and repeated them to herself. She didn't push him away when his mouth found hers once more. That and if she gave in he wouldn't go red eyes on her again and rape her. That was a lovely way to rationalize and that way she wouldn't be a bad friend right? He pushed her back to the bed. He slid off the comforter to the end where he unlaced her shoes and pulled off the remaining items of clothes. Willow shivered and shyly spread her legs for him. Angel rejoiced and with a skip in his jump covered her with his cool body, devouring her in everyway possible completely.
Willow arched her hips and moaned into his mouth as he drove inside of her. He buried his face in her hair as steadied long hard strokes into her. He could feel that Spike had been there before him, but it was of no matter he had he red at last. Willow marveled at how he felt different from Spike but just as good. He was confident in a different manner, Spikes was a punks attitude. Angel was that of a poet, a seducer, a man who knew what he was doing. She screamed her release as it hit her. Angel growled and bit into the left side of her neck, claiming her for all to see as he found satisfaction. They lay panting on Willows fluffy sheets, hands idly still exploring.
"Tired Dear?"
"Um huh," she mumbled and rose from the bed.
"I'll be right back," she promised and giggled. Willow couldn't believe that there was a naked man in her bed. She found Spike still in the bathroom, now fully dressed. Sitting on the bathtub with such a look of melancholy Spike barely heard his new mate walk into the room.
"Come on Spikey."
Willow took his hand in hers and pulled him to his feet. Spike embraced her, he needed her. Angel had taken what was his and now he was going to pay. Sire or no sire.
"Come on lets go to bed."
Spike followed her into her bedroom. He growled when he saw his sire already stretched out in his place.
"Fucker," he spat. Angel growled in response. Willow ran her hands over Spikes chest in an effort to sooth him. She lay down next to Angel who covered her with her blanket. She held up her edge for Spike to get in. He gladly accepted her offer. Sire or no Sire, this was his red. He cuddled into her even though Angel wrapped her arms about her. Willow smiled at their coolness and snuggled back the hard lean men in her bed, on her sheets, in her room! She felt them both become hard at once through her actions. Angels hands once again clamped on her breasts as Spike nudged her clit. Oh yeah this was going to be a long night for the only human Willow.
~Part: 5~
Willow woke up sore. She blinked her eyes and cuddled into whoever was embracing her. Spike hugged tighter to Dru and awoke slowly from a dream where he slept with the slayers pet. He curled her red hair in his fingers and felt safe and secure. Red hair? He sprang up in bed and snarled at the pastel sheets.
"What the fuck happened?" Spike asked.
"Huh?" Willows eyes blinked opened slowly. She looked around her and gasped. There were two naked men in her bed! And they were vampires! Not to mention she hadn't studied for that big test in English.
"Whoa, whoa what happened? Why am I here?" he turned to Willow. "Why are you still alive?"
"I think I did a bad thing."
"Can say that again," Spike growled.
Angel awoke due to the commotion and ingested the information a little to quickly for him to think of her side of things.
"Can't you listen to people Willow? Is it just some genetic defect or are you just dense!" he spat out at Willow. He didn't care about her feelings at the moment. He was blinded by the anger at his own stupidity. For sleeping with an adolescent girl that was his girlfriends best friend, for putting everyone in greatest danger! He could have retorted back to Angelus, he could have killed everyone that he cared for. All because of some stupid spell cast by some lonely girl. He hated her for putting him in this situation, for scaring him like this.
She looked to him fat golbuales of water spilling from her eyes. He was right it was her fault. Even with all her nerdy smarts she was still dumb. So she was really useless after all, why even look at her when there was a wisp of Buffy's hair.
"To think you could handle the magic. It's always the ugly-ducklings," he gave one final snarl and slammed the door on his way out.
Spike's eyes fluttered in amazement. He guessed there was still a bit Angelus left in him after all.
"Yeah.What he said."
Willow sat alone when both had slammed the door on her. She cried in
her pastel sheets, her stupid pastel sheets. She even regretfully traced
her hands over the imprints that they had felt on her. The two bite marks
on her skin, the markings that the hands grazed her. Willow felt guilt
hit her finally. Buffy, oh god Buffy. Xander who nearly raped her.Giles?
What a stupid girl she was. Another wave of tears streamed down her face
and damped her sheets. The clock beeped annoyingly and she hiccupped at
the time. She couldn't be late for school, they would just follow her.
The water burned her skin but it felt good, it felt like release and punishment
at the same time. The soft feeling toothpaste that left a minty-fresh breath
was thrown in the waste bin, harsh abrasive armor-hammer paste smeared
on her mouth. Strands of red hair were brutally pulled out of her head
in the punishment that she instilled on herself. Willow cried during the
morning, roughly throwing on her clothes and
heading for the door. She continued to cry as she entered the
school. Only mometarily stopping to wipe away the tears. They didn't really
love her, they never did and they never would. She was not worthy of their
love. Because she was dull and ugly and dense, it was always the ugly ducklings.
Her first two classes were a blur, only thing she remembered was the increased
mockery of her by the other girls. She met Buffy on in the hall on the
way to the third period.
"Willow you look awful," Buffy greeted her friend and put a arm around her friend.
"I'm alright Buffy really. Just had an awful dream, I think it had something to do with frogs. " She looked to her friend praying that she didn't know. Angel was the kind of man to go running his girlfriend and spilling all his faults. Please don't let her know, I can't loose my best friend.
"You sure Willow?"
She nodded and pried herself from the blondes grasp.
"Let's just get to class. Ok?"
"Sure Willow."
The red head hurried to the class once again grateful that it was nothing but a blot on her memory. She was too busy chewing her nails hoping that Angel wouldn't tell Buffy telepathically. She stumbled onto her on the gathering area, the coke machine glaring red at her. She fell onto the sofa, grateful of it's semi-soft comfort. Don't think about the vampires that you had very erotic, very good sex with last night, just concentrate on the feeling of this sofa. Willow fell into it and blocked the world away.
"Willow, you look worse then usual," Cordelia mentioned and daintily sat across from her.
"Your concern overwhelms."
"Rough night last night?"
Willow tensed and sprang to attention. Fear spread through her like an invading army.
"You didn't t-t-tell them did you?"
"Tell them? Who's them? You're loser friends?"
"Yeah.my friends."
"Why would I tell them? That would mean talking to them."
"Oh," Willow sighed and leaned into the couch.
"You really do look awful."
"You've mentioned. Thank you I now think my day of punishment is getting closer to completion."
"Did they you know."
"Know what?"
Cordelia crossed the crouch and teetered on the edge.
"Did they get freaky with you? God I can't believe I just sank to the level of using that word."
"Freaky?"
The cheerleader rolled her eyes.
"Did they rape you?"
Willow smiled in a twisted sneer.
"In the morning they chewed me out for not being their perfect image of womanhood or something. Not sure why I'm surprised, always knew that would happen. Oh god I should just go to a nunnery. Except that I'm technically not catholic."
"You could stay with me," Cordelia shyly offered.
"Stay with you?"
"You know," Cordelia blushed and gripped Willows hand.
Willows eyes widened in shock and then looked back her archenemy.
"Maybe not," Cordelia sighed and strutted off to Harmony, leaving Willow in an even thicker state of turmoil.
"Hi Xander," Willow murmured as he crossed by. Xander stopped dead in his tracks and spun in her direction.
"Listen to me Willow the only reason I am even talking to you is because we've been friends since.forever. After the stunt you pulled I would rather be sucking the face off that demon we killed last week now then with you." He spat the words at her and strode angrily away. Willow collapsed onto the sofa and cried much to the surprise and amusement of her peers. Willow could deal with it anymore; for once nobody truly liked her. She always knew most of the people didn't but now, even the people that did like her. well didn't. She wouldn't go to Giles, she couldn't bear it. Not with what happened, she could never go back to any of them. Willow scrambled from the couch and ran back to what was once her home.
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"Princess guess who's home!" Spike called out to his immortal beloved.
"Spike!" she jumped into his arms and kissed him thoroughly. She pulled back as if repulsed.
"What is it my princess?"
"You don't taste like Spike," She growled and backed away.
"Someone has contaminated my Spikey!"
A befuddled Spike tried to reach for his lover and to pull her back in his arms and forget the night before. What a bad dream, begging the slayers pet to let him fuck her.
"No No No Dru," he reached for her again. She spun away from him with such a look of disgust that his undead heart broke. It shattered.
"You belong to another!" Dru cried. "I smashed Miss Ediths little porclein face when she told me."
"Told you what? You were right to do that to Miss Edith, I would never leave my Dru."
"OH oh," she moaned and sunk to the floor. " You belong to the good witch!"
"Belong," Spike crouched beside Dru, blood tears running down his face.
"You mated with her!"
"Dru I raped that bint last night, never mated. Why would I take that dork when I have my dark princess?"
"You gave yourself to her, now there's nothing left for me."
"Gave, what do you mean gave?"
"There's a child in her belly, and your blood in her veins."
"What?" Spike roared.
"Nothing left for Dru," she cried and ran up the stairs.
"Dru, please baby. We can fix it, I promise."
Dru shook her head no and ran deep into the factory.
"Spike," she whispered before she left. "Go to your blood tree, you are hers and she is yours. We can do nothing about it. That's how the stars want it. Cruel fates want me to be unhappy."
Spike wanted to follow and even tried but his feet would not move for the heavy weight in his chest. He sank back to the floor and cursed the red headed dork.
Spike sat and thought until he thought a whole in the concrete. He arose, but felt empty, having lost his princess once and for all. His blood tree waited.
~Part: 6~
Willow had been out of been out of bed for two days. Nobody came to call, they were all to embarrassed or they wanted nothing to do with her. She was back to square one, she was unloved. The only news she had from the outside world was an angry message from Buffy screaming at her for sleeping with her boyfriend. By then Willow was in such a deep depression that her only response was a weak smile. Wonder who told her? She thought it over until she realized that she didn't care. She scrubbed herself raw in the morning and slept naked on her mattress. She had ripped off those pastel sheets. Willow pulled on her hair, pulling free a few strands. She had no plans for her life. Actually each morning that razor kept looking better and better. Luckily for her fate had already come up with a plan for her.
"Red you really look like hell," Spike slurred from the doorway. Looking over his 'mate' Spike laughed at her pathetic state. He took another swig of the bottle. Fate was a bitch. Willow didn't respond and pulled a towel over her head.
"Luv," Spike nudged her and plopped beside her.
"What do you want Spike?"
"You took everything away from me."
"I screwed up my life, why not yours in the process."
"That's not fair! If you hadn't cast that spell."
"Then I would be happy with my friends waiting for you to kill us!" she snapped.
"Then I wouldn't be alone."
Spike paused and took a longer swig.
"You're not alone."
Willow perked up. Not alone? Who else was there that she hadn't pissed off?
"You got me."
"Oh yeah that's a peach, you hate me."
"Weeeel, no you have to know someone to hate them pet. I don't know you."
"I'm the girl who messes up and takes everything that is important away from people."
"Ok so we didn't start out on the best foot. Luv, Red, Dru told me something before," his voice hitched, "she left. We mated when we shagged. In short in the vampire sense, the only on that really matters."
"Get to it Spike."
"We're hitched."
"What!" Willow shot up, fully exposing her body to Spike. Spike titled his head and rubbed his chin as he drank in the sight of a naked woman. Willow quickly covered herself with sprawling hands. Spike laughed.
"I am your husband after all. Not like I haven't seen it before."
Willows lips pursed and she pulled away from him.
"You smell kinda like a gin mill," Willow meeped. Her old self slowly returning, she was becoming afraid of the man before her. This was good right?
"Once Dru told me that you and I were joined at the hip for eternity, I decided that I better think this all over. So I stayed at Willys. Drank myself into a stupor until this made sense and asked around about what this meant." He inched closer and handed her a plain brown paper bag.
"What is it?"
"A Prezzie."
Willow prayed that it wasn't Buffys hand or something. She withdrew from it a small brightly colored box. Then the shock hit her and she stared at Spike.
"A pregnancy test! Vampires can't get girls pregnant."
"Well we certainly don't get blokes preggers."
Willow snickered through her shock. This day was just to much, this week, hell this life. She laughed and laughed and laughed. She had alienated all the friends she had ever had, screwed the baddest vamps in history and now maybe carrying their child.
"We're mated," Spike laughed.
Spike week hadn't been any better. He lost his truest love, went under a spell and banged the slayers pet up against her bathroom wall. He laughed and lay his head on her shoulder.
"Ah Spike," Willow shied away only to have his hand hold her still.
"Willow, we're bound forever. Do you get that?"
"No, not really. It hasn't quite sunk in."
" I'm never going to get used to this. I'm actually going to go from Wild dog to a domesticated one. Its' like having your tackle cut off with broken beer bottle."
"You think I'm pregnant?"
"Probably, that's what happens when you mate. The girl as a bonus gets a kid."
Willow looked over the box and headed for the bathroom.
"Ah Spike I kinda haven't been eating lately."
".Here luv drink some of this, goes right through you."
Willow took the bottle and sucked down the contents. The burn bothered her slightly and looked suspiciously to pike. He looked back innocently enough for him and entered the bathroom. The door shut Willow waited for the liqueur to take it's desired effects. With bated breath she went through the directions and waited for the right color to show. The color of course that said she wasn't pregnant. The one that said this was all a bad dream and she could go back to being nerdy Willow and go back to hiding from Spike. It didn't. it was the color that said her life had changed forever. When she exited Spike was pacing like an expectant father and startled, asked what happened?
"I'm.I'm.I'm," Willow stuttered the tears forming around her eyes.
"Preggers?"
"Yes," Willow hiccupped.
Spike looked at his shoes with a scowl on his face, the bottle swinging by his side. Willow back away this scene becoming something that you would see on lifetime. The drunkard boyfriend beating his young girlfriend to death because after a night of unprotected they were going to bring a bastard into the world.
"Hey Nonny Nonny!" Spike cried gleefully and swung the expectant teen into his arms, spinning her about the room with a slaphappy grin. Willow laughed at his happy somewhat stupid expression.
"Where do you want to go luv?" he asked once he put her down but kept her in a tight embrace.
"You're not mad?" Willow was startled by his happy veneer.
"Mad, why would I be mad? Always wanted a kid and now I think I'm finally mature enough for one," he laughed and kissed the top her head.
"So where do you want to go? I'll take you anywhere you want, New York, London, Paris. anyway but the Vatican."
"Go? But." she stopped not having a reason to stay. Her.their lives were finished here.
"Can we go to Salem?"
"Anywhere you want!"
Spike helped her pack her things with care as first he and then finally they nearly happily chatted about what to name the baby. Willow took one last look at Sunnydale as Spike tossed her things in the back of the desoto.
"Don't you think we should tell someone?"
"Tell who? Tell them what?"
"I don't know legal stuff like taking care of the house. Or what if there's a big demon that they need. "
"Nah fuck um," Spike grinned and patted the passenger seat for her to get in.
Willow sighed and slid next to him. She stilled looked with sadness as they left the town, her eyes grazing over monuments to her childhood.
"Hey," Spike grinned and turned up the radio, "Wanna knock down the welcome to Sunnyhell sign?"
Willow grinned back and nodded eagerly. She was still saddened by all that had happened but something inside her thought that perhaps Spike wasn't the worst savior to come along. Spike gave a triumphant yell as the wood splintered beneath his tires. The last insult he would give this stupid little town. He was leaving better then he came. True he lost Dru but a century was a good run with a girl? Anyway Spike would always be a shadow of Daddy to that girl. The new one would think of only him. A new girl with child and his sire worse for the wear. He may have also been mated to his lovely witch but he would never have her, and his soul would crumble because of it. Spike laughed.
"Wonder how the wanker is doing." He murmured and stroked the cheek of his new beloved.
The End