Willow looked at the computer screen and frowned. She heard excited laughter coming from behind her. Xander and that bitch. She still couldn't believe she had caught them making out. She had felt her heart breaking when she has seen her love with her childhood enemy. The haughty, knowing look in Cordelia's eyes. She could have stood anyone else. He knew how she hated the cheerleader. He didn't care. He was getting laid. That's all he really cared about.
Willow heard Buffy talking animatedly. She had lost Angel when he lost his soul, but seemed to be moving on with her life.....with Oz. Willow still couldn't believe that Buffy had rebounded with the guy she was dating. It hurt that her friend had just moved right in and edged her away. Lately, everything was just bad. Willow's entire world had fallen apart when Angelus arrived. She hated him for taking away her comfortable life.
He was still plotting against Buffy. Willow knew he would be pissed when he heard that Buffy had already gotten over him. She almost looked forward to what he would do. (Bad Willow. Not a nice thought) She didn't know why he would be upset. From what she had heard, he had moved on to Dru anyway. She almost felt sorry for Spike. She knew what he was going through right now. She was completely alone. No one cared anymore. Hell, she almost didn't care anymore.
She heard the group start to get up to leave. She moved to turn her computer off, when she heard Giles call to her.
"Willow, I'd appreciate you staying and completing that research. It is imperative that I get it soon. You don't have plans do you?"
She turned to speak and saw the her 'friends' had already left. She sighed and grimaced. "No....No plans."
Giles nodded and went into his office. He looked at Willow a moment. Something was wrong with her. He had assumed that it was the Buffy-Oz situation, but now he wondered. She seemed discontent...she was growing distant from the others. Shaking his head, he closed the door. He would never understand teen-agers.
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Willow walked slowly through the deserted streets of Sunnydale. It was 3am. It had taken her forever to finish that research for Giles. He had left before midnight saying something about a meeting with Miss Calendar. At midnight? Willow could guess what that was about. It had taken them time to rebuild the trust in their relationship. After Angelus had arrived and they had found out about Janna, no one would really accept her anymore. Willow had finally gotten them to understand that she wanted to help them....Now, Willow rarely spoke to her. Jenny was always busy with class or Giles. She felt like she was being used. She didn't like that feeling.
She continued walking slowly, lost in her thoughts. She was in no hurry to get home. Her parents, to use the term loosely, were in Boston at a three month seminar. They had breezed in from Miami before leaving once again. She hated staying in that dark house alone.
A month ago, she would have called Buffy or Xander to stay with her. Not now. They didn't care. She slowly shook her head. She needed to quit feeling sorry herself. She rarely spent anytime even thinking about herself, but lately, she couldn't think of anything except her loneliness. She missed having someone to talk to...having someone listen to her....having someone touch her, even in a nice platonic way. She missed the way things used to be.
She really wished that Buffy had been able to keep her panties on. Then, things wouldn't have changed. She'd still have Oz. She wouldn't care that Xander had betrayed her by making out with Cordelia. All would be good. She knew that that wasn't true. Oz had dropped her as soon as someone else had come along. She was fooling herself. She'd never have anyone that stayed with her. They would always be looking for someone like Buffy and Cordelia.
She sat on a bench wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet a bit longer. She loved the night. It was hard to imagine being afraid of it. She rarely fell asleep before dawn, usually barely catching a couple hours of sleep. When she slept, she dreamed. She didn't like her dreams, so she avoided them. That had started after helping Buffy. Another thing to blame the slayer for.
Willow closed her eyes as a breeze blew softly through the park. She almost wished that someone would come along and just kill her. It would make things much easier. Usually, vampires seemed to not be able to leave her alone. Now, when she wanted one to actually bite her and drain her, they were nowhere to be found.
"Just my luck" she said softly. "Even the demons don't want to kill me."
"I wouldn't say that luv." a voice spoke from in front of her.
She opened her eyes. Spike was sitting in front of her, still in the wheelchair. His eyes full of hatred and anger.
(Well, you wanted to die...you and your big mouth) a voice spoke inside her mind.
Willow sat, frozen as she waited for Spike to kill her. Suddenly, she spoke.
"Can I have a favor?"
Spike was surprised. He was about to kill her and the silly chit wanted a favor. His curiosity got the better of him. "What?"
"Make sure Buffy is the one that finds me."
He started laughing. "What did she do to you?"
Willow ignored him. If she had known that listening to him would be a prerequisite, she would have run. Why didn't he just kill her?
"Come on....tell Spike what that nasty old slayer did."
"She messed up my life" Willow said suddenly. "She fucked Angel, bringing out that miserable bastard Angelus. Then, instead of staking his sorry ass, she steals my boyfriend. Does she get in trouble? No, she's the chosen one. She can do no wrong."
"Should have known better than to let the tart around your man" Spike said. He knew about losing the one you love to someone else. Right now, his damn sire was fucking Dru in their bed. Since her Daddy had come back, she had completely forgotten him. It really pissed him off.
"Well, live and learn I guess. He's just as bad. Ran to her as soon as she looked at him. What's that saying, Life sucks then you die? Well, my life sucks so all that is left is the dying. Will you kill me now?" she asked, hating the pleading tone in her voice.
Spike stared at the girl, seeing the despair and loneliness in her eyes. He looked her over. Not bad. He could smell her innocence. He had always liked to torture virgins....see how much they could take. Remembering the fire in her eyes when she spoke of the slayer, he knew she could probably take quite a bit. Suddenly, a plan began to form.
"I don't think I want to kill you, just yet. You see, I'm frustrated. My princess is fucking that bastard. The thought of him and her in our old bed makes me angry. When I'm angry, I like to hurt things. Right now, you seem like something just begging to be hurt."
Willow listened to his voice, almost hypnotized by his eyes. By the promise of violence and something else. "You want to hurt me?"
"You want to die. Wouldn't it suit your purpose more to disappear. Let the slayer and her lackeys search for you, feeling guilty that you were taken...thinking that it was Angelus....only to find your bruised, broken body days later. Hell, it might provoke her into killing that bastard. I could vent my frustrations, the slayer will suffer, and you can die, eventually."
Willow sat in shock, absorbing what he had said. He was right. It would hurt them more if they thought they had let her down. Her simply dying would be too easy. She knew Spike would keep his word and kill her, but did she want to suffer so much before death? Remembering their laughter and good moods, she smiled darkly. Let them worry. She could handle what ever Spike dealt to her. She'd know death was imminent if anything else.
"They'd probably only miss my researching" she said grimly.
Spike moved his chair closer to her, running his hand over her pale face. He couldn't wait to see the blood dripping from it. He felt himself harden at the image. He had avoided mentioning the other parts of torture he like to inflict. He knew that she would have refused allowing him to rape her. He didn't want her consent for that. It lessened the fun. He would have had to just kill her outright. Somehow, he knew that she would make an interesting playmate, while she lived. "What do you say luv? Let me torture you and make them suffer.....or die right now." he squeezed her neck painfully.
"I want them to suffer" she said, her voice determined.
Willow saw the smile of satisfaction cross Spike's handsome face. Handsome? He's going to kill me. Not handsome. She felt a shudder go through her. She suddenly realized that she had made a deal with a blue eyed devil.
"Good choice luv" he said softly, running his finger across her cheek. She felt a slight bit of pain as he cut into her. She watched in horrid fascination as he moved his finger to his mouth, lapping at the drops of blood. "Hmmm....sweet...let's go."
She got up shakily and followed him as he rolled through the park. She was curious how he planned to torture her when he couldn't walk. Seeing the once strong vampire in the wheelchair saddened her. He had not only lost his ability to walk, he had lost Drusilla because of that. She hurried to catch up to him, curious as to where he was taking her.
She frowned when they headed to the cemetery. "Why are we here?"
"No questions. Questions piss me off." he said warningly.
She shut up. She watched as he made his way to a crypt hidden in the very back of the lot. Trees and rose bushes almost concealed it. Had he not headed for it, she honestly might have missed it.
"Open it" he said.
She did as she was told. She stood back in surprise. There was a bed in one corner. She saw an alter that appeared to be marble. She noticed the shackles on the wall and another set hanging from the ceiling. Several swords and other weapons lay on a table on the far right side. She walked inside, the smell of roses and death assaulting her senses.
"I had this place fixed up when I got to Sunnydale. It was somewhere I could come and be alone....away from Dru and her insane chatter. Guess it is going to have its other uses now."
Willow gulped. She suddenly realized that there was no turning back. She was going to die....painfully. She felt someone shove her into the room. She lost her footing and fell, hitting her head on the cold cement floor. She turned, blood dripping into her eyes. She gasped when she saw Spike leaning against the door, a smirk on his face. She saw his empty wheelchair just inside the crypt. He could walk!
"Welcome home pet." he said as he walked inside, shutting the door behind him.
Spike could sense her fear. He knew she had believe him to still be unable to walk. Those bloody idiots. He still wasn't completely back to full strength, but he had been able to walk not soon after the accident. He knew that Angelus would consider him a threat if he knew that he was healthy. He was biding his time until the damn slayer got the balls to kill the bastard. Then, he would take over again. He had earned the right to Master this town. All the poof did was get laid.
Willow scrambled to her feet. She wished now that she had just gone straight home. Seeing her friends suffer no longer seemed as appealing. She was trapped. And the only person she could blame was herself. She took a deep breath. She had promised. Willow never broke a promise. She would let Spike have his torturing fun and then she would die. Not exactly what she had planned for her life. She just hoped he'd grow bored quickly and kill her. She wasn't sure she could handle very much of his anger.
Spike moved to the trembling girl and smiled. He felt his cock straining against his jeans. She was terrified, but she refused to show it. She stood there defiantly, waiting for the first hit.
"The slayer is your best friend, right?" Spike asked.
Willow nodded. "She was."
"Good. Maybe she will feel this." he said, slapping Willow hard. Her head flew to the right at the impact. She stumbled slightly, holding on to the alter to keep from falling.
"Man, that felt good" Spike said, smiling. He had needed to work off his anger for months. Now, it was time. He punched her in the stomach, hearing her gasp in pain. He slapped her again, then roughly grabbed her face. He enjoyed seeing the mark on her cheek. He reached out and licked the blood from her forehead. He felt her pulse quicken and smirked. He wanted her. He shoved her onto the alter, tearing her clothes off.
"I love virgins....so tight....I love to make them scream" he said softly, getting a rush from the fear and terror in her eyes as she realized what he intended. He covered her mouth before she could scream. He wanted to be inside of her before he heard her scream. Reaching down, he unfastened his jeans, freeing his hard cock. He was more excited than he had been in decades. He wanted this girl. He moved to her entrance, surprised to find her wet. He smiled wickedly. "Playing rough turn you on? How loud can you scream, Red?" he asked before sinking deeply into her, breaking her barrier.
She screamed loudly at the pain of his intrusion. She felt tears on her face as he began to pound into her, deep and fast. She had never expected this. She had imagined him beating her and then killing her. He was raping her. She couldn't fight him. His hand were all over her, his nails running over her body painfully. She felt his teeth on her breast, biting into her hard. She arched up, trying to ignore the sensations. She closed her eyes, only to hear him growling at her.
She opened them and looked into his yellow gaze. "I want to see your eyes when I cum" he said, threateningly. He could smell the blood coming from her. He watched her eyes as he felt himself flood her with his release. She blinked back tears as he pulled out of her.
"I knew you'd make a good toy." he said, stoking her stomach as he pulled his pants on. He kissed her harshly, biting her lip. He turned to leave. "I'd better get back before I'm missed. I'll be back tomorrow evening.....maybe. Don't go anywhere now, you hear?"
Willow pulled her knees up to her bruised chest and cried as she heard the door slam shut and a lock click into place.
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"Willow, will you look this up for me?" Giles said, coming out of his office. He stopped when he saw the chair empty. He glanced at Buffy, who was busy making eyes at Oz. Xander and Cordelia were arguing on the other side of the table. Willow was nowhere to be seen. She always called when she was going to be late. "Have any of you heard from Willow?"
Buffy looked at him. "Not since last night. She's probably sleeping. I wouldn't worry. She'll be here. Willow's dependable."
"Yeah, she was here late I'm sure. I wish I were catching some extra sleep myself." Xander added.
"I'll call her, just to make sure" Giles said, heading toward his office.
"Don't bother. If she is sleeping, and you wake her up, she'll just be mad." Buffy said, turning back to Oz.
Giles felt apprehensive. It wasn't like Willow to oversleep. He knew something had to be wrong.
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Willow opened her eyes. She glanced at her watch. It was daytime. She couldn't tell. The crypt was gloomy. No natural light at all. The only source of light she saw was the overhead bulb that had seen better days. She sat up, wincing in pain. She was so sore. Her insides felt like someone had reached in and twisted them around. She slowly made her way to the bed, slipping the remains of her torn clothes off before slipping between the cool satin sheets.
She wondered if Spike would be back or if he would just leave her to die. He had gotten what he wanted from her. She knew she should hate him, but she couldn't. She had asked him to kill her. She had told him he could hurt her. She should have remembered that he was demon. That he would do anything that he wanted. She closed her eyes, trying to forget what he had done. She was surprised when felt a tingling in her abdomen as the memories returned. Had he been right? Did she get off on the pain?
Last night, she had not wanted him to take her, but she hadn't said no. Did some part of her, in the back of her mind, enjoy what had happened? She didn't want to think that. She had been too surprised to say no. She had realized that he could walk...next thing she knew, he was tearing her clothes off. She had known that he was only doing it to get back at Buffy for ruining his life. She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder as she tried to move. She glanced back and saw a wound from scraping against the alter as he had thrust into her. She closed her eyes and fell into a restless sleep.
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Willow woke up from her dreamless sleep. It was the first time in months that she had been able to sleep without the nightmares. She actually felt well rested. She glanced down at her body and frowned. Blood had dried all over her. She looked around the crypt and almost smiled. She saw a water faucet. She could get cleaned up.
She moved to faucet slowly. The pain had dulled as she slept. She only felt a few sharp tinges every other step or so. She turned the water on, thankful that it worked. She felt disgusting. She went to the tattered remains of her shirt and picked it up. Using it as a wash cloth, she wiped away the evidence of the night before.
She moved back to the bed and sat down. She was not used to sitting around doing nothing. Her stomach grumbled and she realized that she hadn't eaten since the previous morning. She had skipped dinner due to researching. She sighed as she laid down. All she could was wait for Spike.
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Spike couldn't wait for dusk. He could get away from that bastard and the loony bitch. He felt rejuvenated. He had been able to ignore Angelus, knowing that he would be able to go and take his frustrations out on his new pet. He smiled an evil smile as he thought of all that he planned for the girl. When he was through with her, she'd wish that she had chosen differently.
As soon as Angelus and Dru left, Spike took off into the night. He had thought up a plan and couldn't wait to set it into motion. He headed downtown to find an accomplice.....and dinner.
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"Buffy....Willow is not here yet. None of us have heard from her since last night. Aren't you concerned?"
Buffy pulled her lips away from Oz and looked at Giles. "No. She's fine. She's Willow. She'll be here eventually. She hasn't been sleeping well. Maybe she got sick and just didn't feel like calling."
"Willow wouldn't want to get us sick" Oz ageed in his usual manner.
"Your concern is very touching" Giles said sarcastically, hoping the girl was right. He would give it another day. If he still didn't hear from Willow, he would go see her personally.
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Willow sat up weakly and stared at the door. She watched as Spike came in, carrying several bags. She recognized the scent of food coming from one of them.
Spike set the bags of food on the alter and faced his pet. She was sitting on the bed nude. He saw that she had cleaned herself up. Good. He liked people to keep themselves tidy. He saw the look of hunger in her eyes. He had deliberately stayed away the previous night, wanting to make her more dependant on him.
"Hello pet. Miss me?" he said, smiling.
Willow stared at the bags of food. She was starving. She didn't answer his question. She never even noticed him move. Soon, she was thrown against the mattress.
"I said, Did you miss me?" Spike repeated. She looked at him with those serious eyes.
"Yes" she whispered.
He let go of her throat and walked back to the food. Turning, he grinned. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes" she said, her voice begging.
He opened one of the sacks and brought out a container of french fries. He moved it under his nose and sniffed. "Hmmm...these smell great. Wouldn't you love to have one?"
"Yes" Willow could feel her mouth watering as the smell of the food drifted closer to her.
"Beg." Spike said, leaning back and crossing his feet.
Willow looked at him confused. What did he want?
Spike sighed loudly. "If you want to eat, crawl over here and beg."
Willow almost refused before hearing her stomach again. With tears of anguish in her eyes, she knelt on the ground and crawled over to him.
She looked up into his cold eyes. "Please, may I have something to eat?"
"What would you be willing to do for that food?" Spike asked, smirking. He loved this control....this power that he had over her. It was the only place that he could be in control.
"Anything" Willow said quietly, knowing it was true. She was starving.
She watched him as he unzipped his jeans. Her eyes widened as they took in the sight of his cock for the first time. It was long and thick and Willow now understood why she was still sore.
"Make me cum, and you eat." Spike said, looking into the girl's tear filled eyes.
Willow nodded. She sat up and closed her eyes. She could do this. The smell of the food was overwhelming. She moved forward until the tip of his cock was against her lips. She licked at it experimentally. She tasted something salty and slightly cool on the tip. She watched in amazement as it started to almost grow before her eyes. She opened her mouth and took the tip inside. She began to suck on it, trying to adjust to the size. She felt a wave of fear when Spike's hand moved to the back of her head. She felt him begin to move her head, thrusting himself deeper into her mouth. She was about to gag.
Spike closed his eyes and began to roughly fuck the girl's mouth. He felt her trying to relax her mouth to take him all in. He could hear her struggling to breathe as he moved faster. Soon, he gripped her head tightly as he came. "Swallow it all or you don't eat." he warned.
Willow managed to take most of it down her throat. She was relieved when he pulled out. She breathed in a few deep, much needed breaths.
Spike looked at her face. He could see her dazed look, the slightly open mouth, the drops of his seed on her bottom lip. His cock began to harden again. He didn't know what it was about her...about this situation....that turned him on so. He wanted nothing more than to throw her to the ground and fuck her to death. Control. He needed to remember control. If she died, he wouldn't have this power anymore. He would go back to being the cripple....Angelus's whipping boy. He didn't want that. No, he had a plan. He would follow it.
He grabbed one of the sacks and threw it on the dirty floor. "Eat. I'll be back" he said, zipping his pants. "If you touch the other bag, I'll take you to the mansion and let some of Angelus's boys fuck that tight hole." he said in warning as he left.
Willow watched him walk out the door, hearing the lock slide into place. She took her reward and went back to the bed. She opened the sack and began to eat.
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"You boys know which one I'm talking about?"
"Yeah. Hangs with the slayer. You want him dead?"
Spike smiled. "The bloodier the better. Make him suffer."
The three vampires nodded. Spike had told them that killing the boy would be a personal favor Angelus. They set out to find the teen.
Spike began whistling as he rolled his chair through the park. Everything was working out perfect. Time to go see his toy. He had kept her waiting long enough.
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"I don't believe this" Giles said as he looked around the house. Everything was dark. He glanced at Jenny. She shrugged.
"Maybe we should go around back" she volunteered. She, too, was worried about Willow. It had been two days since they had heard from the girl.
"I doubt she'd have left that door unlocked." Giles said, rubbing his temple with his fingers.
"I didn't say it would be unlocked" Jenny said, smiling. He looked at her before smiling in return.
Five minutes later they entered the dark house.
"Willow? Are you here?" Giles called out.
"I'll look upstairs" Jenny said as she went in search of the girl's room. She found it. "Giles! Get up here now."
Giles ran up the stairs, a feeling of dread entering his body. He looked at Willow's room, shock evident on his face. Drawers were open and empty. He saw that her laptop was missing. Several pictures had been removed from her frames.
"Read this" Jenny said, holding out a white, typed piece of paper.
Giles read.
As you can see, I left. I can't pretend anymore. I am not needed here, so I decided to find somewhere that I am needed. You won't be hearing from me. Sorry...............Willow
"She ran away?" Giles said, not believing it.
"It appears so."
"That is not like Willow...to run from her problems."
"Rupert, she got thrown into the slaying thing by accident...she was almost murdered by Angelus....she just lost her first love to her best friend....I think that might be enough to make anyone want to escape, much less a teenage girl."
"You're right" He said, sighing. "I guess I expected better of her. I will inform the others this evening."
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"Miss me?" he asked the familiar question as he walked inside.
"Yes" Willow said, looking at him curiously. He was carrying a box. He set it down then went back outside. He came back with a suitcase. Her suitcase.
"Brought some things luv." he said, motioning to the box.
"How?" Willow asked.
"Humans sometimes have their uses. I paid a couple of boys to pack up your stuff and leave a note. When they were finished, I had dinner."
"Why?"
"I could say that I wanted you to be more comfortable here...to have something to wear. But, that's a lie. I could care less if you're comfortable. And, as for clothes, you won't need them. I enjoy seeing my mark on your body."
Willow looked at him then back at the box. She was wondering what he had packed. She heard his soft laughter as he guessed her thoughts.
"What will you do to look inside?" he asked, smirking.
She sighed. "Anything." she responded in his favorite answer.
"That's my pet." His grin faded. "Today, Angelus made me suck off one of his minions. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to stake the bastard?"
She shook her head. She gasped when he pulled her to her feet, his hands tight on her arms. "I've already told you to always answer me. You just won't learn will you?"
He moved her to the shackles hanging on the wall. She was pushed up against the wall, her nose hitting the hard surface. She felt him fasten her hands above her head. She felt a stinging on her ass as he used a whip on her.
"Who do you belong to pet?" Whip.
"Spike." she whispered against the wall.
"Who do you obey?" Whip.
"Spike."
"Who's toy are you?" Whip
"Spike." she cried out as he continued to litter her back and ass with sharp stings from the whip. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pain.
Spike was hard. Seeing the lines of blood appear on her pale skin....hearing her say his name....hearing her small moans of pain with each swack....He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock.
"Who do you want?" he asked, his voice low.
Willow tried to ignore the tingling in her stomach. Despite the pain, some part of her ached for him....wanted him to claim her. She had not been able to understand why his treatment of her turned on. She felt another sting. "Spike!" she screamed out. "I want you.....only you."
He thrust deep into her, his tongue licking at the blood on her back. He moved his mouth up to her neck and bit deep, enjoying the sweetness. He felt her start to thrust back to meet him, and smiled. She was a better distraction than he ever would have guessed. He heard her moaning low in her throat. He decided that she had earned it. He moved his hand to her wetness, his thumb roughly rubbing over her clit as he thrust into her.
Willow didn't know what was happening. Her body was on fire. She forgot all about the pain in her back and concentrated on the ache in her lower body. She felt his hand on her and cried out, her head exploding. She squeezed him, feeling his cold seed in her womb.
Spike took a moment to collect himself. He had had no intention of allowing her pleasure. He didn't understand what had propelled him to let her enjoy it. He was raping her for God's sake. She was supposed to scream and fight and cry...not moan and beg for more. He pulled his pants up and walked backwards, his mind still thinking about what had happened.
Willow tried to catch her breath. That had been amazing. Fierce and rough and satisfying. She felt him unlatch her hands but did not move.
"Tomorrow night.....be ready" Spike said, his voice cold and unemotional. "I'll be back. If you open the box, I'll fuck you until you can't move."
Willow faced the wall until she heard the lock click. She then turned around and sighed. She didn't what was happening to her.
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"Buffy....what's wrong?" Xander asked as Buffy ran into the library.
"Oz...dead....three fledglings....blood." she collapsed in a chair, crying.
"Oz was killed?" Giles asked, making sure he understood.
Buffy nodded. "So much blood....it was three newbies....they weren't even Angelus's.....I know he had to have had them do it...he was mad that I found someone else....He is going to die."
"Buffy. You can't face him....not like this." Xander pointed out, his face still surprised.
"Dear lord....First Willow leaves, now Oz is killed....what next?" Giles asked.
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"Damn it" the words were roared from the dark haired vampire.
Spike hid a smile. He had heard that the wolf had been killed. The slayer blamed Angelus, as he had predicted.
"What is it?" he asked innocently.
"One of the slayer's gang was killed. Guess who the bitch is blaming? If I'm going to be blamed for something, I'd much rather be guilty of it."
"Which one?"
"Why all the questions sit n spin?" Angelus asked coldly. He was pissed. He had been working on a plan against the slayer for months. Now, it was ruined. All because three fledges couldn't keep their teeth to themselves.
"Well, when the bitch comes in here and stakes me, I'd like to know why, you bloody moron." Spike said coldly.
Angelus stared into the defiant eyes of his childe. "Tsk...tsk...rollerboy. Someone needs to find a better use for that mouth."
Spike felt the anger as he heard Angelus's words. He couldn't wait to see the bastard turned to dust. He rolled his eyes when Angelus unfastened his pants, freeing his hard cock. "I thought you said fill my mouth. With that? Not bloody likely."
Angelus smiled sinisterly. "I can't wait until you're out of that chair my boy. Then, I can fuck that tight ass of yours. Wait," he said, mock astonishment on his face, "I don't need you to be walking to fuck you."
Spike felt himself pulled from the chair and thrown roughly to the floor, his cheek scarping against the carpet. His jeans were pulled down, baring his ass to his sire. He had not been fucked in decades, since the poof lost his soul. He felt a wave of disgust overcome him. His anger grew as he felt Angelus push roughly into him.
Angelus reached around and found Spike's cock limp. "Spikey not turned on by Daddy any more or just can't get it up?" he said as he thrust deeply into his childe.
"Get on with it" Spike said, hating him for his actions.
Angelus laughed as he began to move faster. The tightness was so welcome. Spike was even tighter than the slayer had been. Soon, he felt himself shooting his cold seed into Spike. He got up, enjoying the sight of his cum on Spike's tight ass. "Next time, you'd better watch you say to me boy" he warned as he left the room.
Spike waited until the door shut before standing up. Anger radiated from him as he pulled his jeans up. He kicked the chair back, knocking over a vase. As he watched it shatter, he counted the minutes until he would see his pet.
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Willow kept stealing glances at the box. She was curious to see what had been packed from her room. She was also wondering what sort of note Spike had left in her room. Sighing, she got up. She knew he would take out his frustrations on her anyway. She might as well have done something to deserve it this time.
She opened the box. She saw her laptop, a stack of cassettes, her radio, her diary, a couple of books that Giles had lent her, some loose photographs, a couple of mysteries that she had been meaning to read, some jewelry, a stack of computer disks from her desk, and her pillow. A strange collection of things.
Suddenly, she realized that it was all things that she would have taken if she had moved. He had set her up...made it look like she'd run away so they'd forget about her....not look for her. She wondered how long he intended on keeping her as his pet, as he so often called her. She hugged the pillow to her bruised body and sat back down. She wondered what his plan was.....and if it would work.
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"You opened the box." the words were said softly, knowingly. "I warned you."
Willow looked at him. She could tell something had happened. He was radiating tension even more so than usual. She suddenly wished that she had not let her curiosity get to her.
"Your boyfriend is dead" he said, waiting for her response.
"Oz?" Willow asked, dreading the answer.
He nodded. "A few of the boys got him. Heard it was bloody. Slayer is pissed."
"She would be....was it Angelus?"
"No. He denies it. If he'd done it, he would be bragging. It must have just been their idea. What do you feel?" Spike asked, wanting to torture her a bit.
Willow thought it for a moment. "Nothing."
Spike just looked at her expectantly.
"I don't care that he's dead. I am going to die...why shouldn't he? I think it serves Buffy right. I bet she never even cared that I left. But, she will search the entire city for Angelus if she blames him." Willow said, letting her anger get to her. Suddenly, she whispered to herself, "What have I become."
Spike was surprised that there had been no tears for her boyfriend. He sat down on the alter, cringing at the pain in his ass. "You opened the box" he said, changing the subject. "I specifically told you not to. You disobeyed me, pet."
"I'm sorry" she said quietly.
"Not good enough....what's your name?"
She looked at him, startled. "Willow."
"Willow." he repeated. "It is not a good day to piss me off. That bloody bastard of a sire fucked me this afternoon. It wasn't a pleasant experience. Guess who has to pay?"
"Me"
He smiled. "See, I knew you were a smart girl. Crawl to me."
Willow slowly made her way over to him, fighting the fear and the anticipation of what he would do to her.
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"It wasn't Angelus." Giles told the group.
"What? It had to have been."
"No. He is not the type to refuse credit for something he did. It was just an unfortunate accident."
"I can't believe that." Buffy said, tears in her eyes.
Jenny spoke. "I think I may have found a soul restoration spell. It will take me a few days to translate it, but, if it works, we not have to worry about Angelus anymore."
The others looked at her with hope in their eyes.
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Willow crawled over to Spike. She barely noticed the cold floor anymore. She had become accustomed to it. She had been in this crypt for a little over two weeks. She found it hard to believe. It seemed so much longer. She couldn't describe what she felt for Spike. In some ways she hated him for treating her the way he did. In others, she appreciated all that he had done. She knew that anyone else listening to her thoughts would think she was crazy. It almost didn't make sense to her. He made her feel wanted, even if it was only as his 'pet'. She hadn't felt needed in such a long time.
She also couldn't understand her body's reaction to him. He had raped her. He had taken her virginity and then left, leaving her locked away. She didn't understand why she wanted him. She did want him. Thinking about him while she was waiting, she would feel her body tense..butterflies in her stomach...she should be disgusted with him...she should be disgusted with herself. She had no experience to compare any of this to. She was unsure if she reacted to him because he was her first, or if it was because she was deeply disturbed.
She hated this begging...his punishment. But she suffered because she knew, in the end, she would have him inside her...She would be in control at that point. She had learned over the past few days what that kind of power felt like. She knew that he had no idea she was controlling things, even if it were only in her mind. He would beat her and leave her for several days if he ever guessed what she was thinking.
She hated what Angelus did to him. Spike would rarely discuss details but she could see how it affected him. She was beginning to understand his moods. Lately, he would beat her then fuck her. Afterwards, he would sit and talk. He would tell her what had been happening in town....what her old friends were doing. Angelus and Drusilla's plans for the town. She loved to hear him talk. HIs voice was soothing. When he was finished, he would usually fuck her one more time before heading back to the mansion. She knew that if she ever acted interested in what he was saying, he would stop. He would leave and she would be alone that much longer.
The days were the worst. She would have hours and hours with nothing but her thoughts. She had read the books that had been packed several times. She had taken to writing in her journal. She wrote accounts of what had happened in her life. What had happened since her deal with the devil. She knew that he had Oz killed. He had never said it, but she recognized an attempt to get Buffy after Angelus. She thought that it was a good plan. She wanted Angelus gone. He caused such pain and misery to everyone he met. She had heard that Giles and Jenny were the only ones that had cared that she had 'run away'. She was glad that someone had noticed.
She got to his feet and put her head on the floor, waiting for his instructions. She knew he was mad at Angelus. She hoped that he used the whip. She was getting used to it. She hated the knives. He would cut her lightly, just enough for the blood to flow. The cuts were never deep, but her blood excited him. He would cut her all night....the fucking afterward was always so painful. At least with the whips, she could still enjoy things. She felt his hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair. She almost purred. His touch made her feel alive. She waited patiently for his words.
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Spike looked at the top of her head and smiled. She was doing much better than he had believed. In fact, he almost hated leaving every morning. He know longer cared what Angelus did with Dru. He had Willow....She was his. He could do whatever he wished and she never protested. She listened to him ramble on each evening. He knew she paid attention though she tried to hide it. He actually enjoyed being able to vent his anger verbally as well as physically.
HIs plans for Angelus were coming along nicely. He had heard the gypsy discussing the curse. Seems she had found the spell. Spike hoped she got it translated. He wanted his sire gone, but knowing that he was trapped inside Soul Boy would be much more fun than just staking the bastard. Spike knew that he would have to deal with Drusilla once her daddy was gone. He no longer looked forward to that. He had decided that he was going to keep Willow. She made a very good pet. He would take her into his bed whenever he wished. He would also have someone to take his anger out on. She still believed that she would be killed by him. He still might change his mind and go through with it. He never knew from one moment to the next what he would do.
She was so eager to please. Surprisingly, she enjoyed his rough treatment of her. She seemed disappointed when he left and excited to see him each evening. He knew that the loneliness was hell. He lived through something similar himself each day. He didn't care about her. He would be disappointed if she were to die, because finding a good human consort was difficult, but he would get over it and move on. She meant nothing to him except as a toy for his enjoyment. He wondered if he meant anything to her.
"Good girl" he said softly, running his hands through her. He had to punish her for opening the box. Not only opening it but using what was in it. He had brought it last week. Today was the first day he had noticed it opened. He wondered when exactly she had opened it. Probably that first day. He had been blind not to notice it before. "You disobeyed me" he said, gripping her hair painfully.
"I'm sorry...I was so bored being here alone....." she said softly, flinching.
He pulled her to her feet and stared coldly into her eyes. "I don't care why you did it. I am your master. You do as I say. You need to learn your place." he said, getting up from the alter and kissing her.
"On your knees" he ordered. She closed her eyes and got on the floor. He admired the faint markings from the previous night. He had been to lenient with her lately. Sitting around chatting like an old lady. He was Spike. He was not soft. She would have to be reminded of that.
Spike waited. She was kneeling, waiting for her punishment. He could smell her arousal. He ran his hand over her slit, spreading her wetness. He heard her gasp at the contact. He usually thrust right in and pounded until he came. He smiled as he ran his wet fingers over her ass. He felt her tense. Good. She was nervous. Too comfortable. He stuck one finger inside her tight hole, enjoying the moan of pain at the intrusion. He added another finger. Then another.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked, thrusting his fingers inside her tight ass.
"Spike" she managed to say. She was stretched roughly by his thrusting fingers. He was going to fuck her there. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She had no idea how he would fit. She knew that this would leave her sore. She felt a wave of anticipation spread through her.
"Good girl. You're my whore....mine. Your only purpose until your death is to give me pleasure. Never think that that will change. You are mine to use. Understand?"
"Yesss..." She hissed as he began to move his fingers faster. She unknowingly had begun to move back towards him, eager for the touch. What had she become? Had she always been this way, deep inside or did he make her into this with his treatment of her? She no longer cared.
He moved his fingers, quickly moving his cock to her hole. He thrust into her savagely. Her head came up and she screamed as she felt herself filled. Tears began to silently slide down her face as he fucked her wildly. She felt his teeth nipping at her back, reopening old wounds from the whippings. His cold tongue lapped at the blood as it flowed. She felt a tingling in her lower body as he began to move faster. She cried out when she felt his finger rub against her clit. She heard him chuckle as she began to beg him to touch her. She needed it.....needed him. She moaned his name as she came. She felt his teeth bite deep into her neck as he flooded her ass with his seed.
He pulled out, admiring the view. She had cum. He could hear her struggling to catch her breath. He ran his hand over her ass, his release clinging to his fingers. He stood and moved the chair in front of her.
"Look at me" he said harshly.
She looked up, wet tears streaked on her face.
He offered his hand. She saw the wetness dripping from his fingers. She opened her mouth and sucked his finger inside. She licked the finger clean, enjoying the taste of him. She watched his eyes. He never took his piercing blue eyes away from her face. She knew that this was the greatest punishment. To sit here and be treated like his whore. To him, that was all she was. She would rather have the knife used on her then to see his emotionless eyes look through her to the very depths of her soul.
She saw his cock begin to harden again. She blinked back tears. He would fuck her once more before leaving her and running back to Drusilla. She would be alone once more. She would welcome him again tomorrow. This she knew. She couldn't control it. She moved her head to his leg, laying her cheek on the cold flesh. Her eyes on his cock. She waited. He would tell her when it was time. She would wait for his order. She was his. She loved him. This last thought stayed back in her mind. She didn't want to believe it...couldn't believe it. It was true.
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Spike laid in his bed listening to Angelus and Drusilla. He used to seethe with anger at the image. Now, his thoughts were occupied with his redhead. She gave him such control. He had raped many women before. None had ever reacted the way that she had. She was a strange one. If anyone had ever told him that the slayer's shy friend would turn out to be such a good fuck, he would have laughed his ass off. It was true though. She let him do whatever he wanted to her. He thrived on the power. It was now the only place he could be where he was in charge.
The damn slayer was taking too long. He wanted Angelus gone from his life. He suddenly realized that he also wanted Drusilla gone. He had devoted more than a hundred years to his Princess and she had dropped him as soon as the bastard came back. Her lack of loyalty pissed him off. The gypsy was still translating. He wished that she would hurry. He couldn't wait to see Peaches have to face the terror that Angelus had caused. It would give him such pleasure to know what the bastard was living through.
He glanced at the clock. Only two hours until he could see Red. He started thinking over the things he would do to her that evening. He was actually in a rather good mood. The gypsy was close. Angelus had ignored him the last few days. He hadn't seen Drusilla either. Neither of them would even notice if he just left Sunnydale. He was so tempted to do just that. Then, thinking about it, he knew that was cowardly. He wanted to be able to rub the poof's face in the knowledge that he had won. That it was his plan that had worked. He would enjoy that greatly. He closed his eyes. Only two more hours.
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Willow frowned at the ceiling. She was laying on the bed nude. She hadn't worn clothing since her first night here. She knew that Spike would be mad if she did. Surprisingly, she was getting used to her nakedness. She barely noticed it anymore. One time she had tried putting on some of the clothes that had been brought. They had rubbed her wounds and it had been too painful. So, she had never tried again.
She wondered what Spike would have in store for her tonight. She missed him. The last two nights he had left as soon he was through fucking and beating her. There had been no talks afterwards. Nothing. She hated that she missed it so much. Right now, he was the only person she had seen in three weeks. He was her life. She existed for him. When he tired of her, she would die.
In the beginning, she hadn't minded the idea of death. Now, she dreaded that day....the day he was through with her. She secretly hoped that he would just keep her. She tried to please him so that he would not grow bored with her. She reached across the bed for her journal. She read through the earlier entries. They were so naive...so innocent. That was before she had had to grow up. She looked through the latest writings. She had changed so much in the last month. She knew that her friends would not believe what she had become.
She was, as Spike said, his whore. The bad thing was that she loved it. He needed her, even if only to vent his frustrations. It was need none the less. She knew that he didn't care for her. He wouldn't bat an eye if she were to die. That bothered her, but she accepted it. This was what her life had become. She was eager for any attention that he gave her...any touch that he would share....any smile he might throw her way...she glanced at her watch. Less than two hours. She smiled slightly before closing her eyes. She was his.
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"Do you have the translation finished yet?" Buffy asked, sitting at the table.
"Almost. I am trying to decipher the final words." Jenny said, sighing. She had been working on the curse for weeks. She had never imagined how difficult it would be to translate.
"Good." Buffy said, nodding. "Angel will be back with me, where he belongs."
"What about the Angelus thing? You're just going to act like that never happened?" Xander demanded.
"I love Angel. If he comes back, I can forget the past." Buffy said, her voice determined.
"You disgust me" Xander said, turning his attention back to the book in front of him.
Buffy glared at him, turning back to Giles. "When he is recursed, he will remember the past few months, won't he?"
"Yes. It may take a few moments, but it will all be remembered."
Buffy sighed. "That's going to be bad. I can't even imagine what all Angelus has done. Will we need to be with him for the curse to work?"
Jenny shook her head. "No. I will cast it from here. We don't need him here. It would be for the best if he wasn't."
Buffy smiled suddenly. "Things will finally get back to normal."
Xander muttered under his breath, "For you maybe.....Willow isn't here. Oz is dead....but Buffy will be happy....."
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Willow heard the lock and sat up. She waited until she saw Spike. Then, she smiled slightly. He was here. Finally.
Spike glanced at her then turned away. She looked happy to see him. Her eyes were shining...her face flushed...a small smile on her lips. That wasn't how it was supposed to be. She should fear him.
"Come here." he demanded, standing at the alter. He watched as, without hesitation, she got to the floor and crawled over to him.
"Good girl. You have been here almost a month. Does it seem that long?"
"Longer" she replied, her head bent down.
Spike smiled. Today, she would be rewarded. He was in a generous mood. "Lay on the alter, keep your eyes closed."
Willow stood and got onto the marble slab. She laid down, the coldness almost painful on her back. She closed her eyes and waited. She was startled when she felt his mouth on her stomach. He wasn't beating her. She wanted to open her eyes, to look into his eyes to see why he was doing this. She gasped softly when she felt him move down her body.
"If you open your eyes before I say, I'll leave" he said threateningly. He saw the rigid way she was holding herself, the way she squinched her eyes to make sure they were closed. He smiled against her stomach. She was not expecting this. Hell, he hadn't expected this. He had never been gentle with her before. For some reason, he felt like doing something different this evening....a change of pace. She had earned it.
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Willow was dreaming. It was the only explanation that her mind could come up with. Spike was never this gentle. He always took what he needed. If she got pleasure during it, fine. If she didn't, oh well. She had never felt him kissing her unless it was in anger.
Spike moved his mouth to her wet slit. He inhaled her scent. She was still keeping her eyes closed. He ran his hand along it, licking the wetness from his finger. So pure. So sweet. He needed more. He moved closer and ran his tongue along her wetness. He heard her gasp at the contact. He continued to lick and suck, feeling his cock straining against his jeans. He brought his hand up and entered her with one finger. Then another. She began to move against his thrusts. He listened to the noises of pleasure that she was making. He felt her body tremble as she screamed his name. He kept licking until he felt her coming down from her high. He looked up. Her eyes were still shut.
He stood and removed his clothes. He moved up the alter, his cold body touching her heated one. He kissed her gently, allowing his tongue to share her taste. He entered her slowly, taking his time. He heard her moaning. He moved his mouth across her face.....down her throat....he began to thrust steadily but slow. He wanted this to last. For once, he wanted to show her what sex could be like. Slow and easy. He captured her nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
Willow moved her legs around his waist, interlocking them across his ass. She began to thrust up, urging him deeper. She was on fire. She had never know that slow could be so much fun. It had always been hard and fast. This was much nicer. She also knew that it would be the only chance she had to experience it. For some reason, Spike was being gentle. He must have had a good day. She wouldn't question it. She felt her body start to pulse as her orgasm hit her. She felt him bite into her breast as he came. Coming down from her release, she tried to catch her breath.
Spike licked the blood from her wound. He glanced at her face, dazed. Her eyes were still closed. He hadn't meant for that to happen. She was for fucking....not sex. He stood and pulled his clothes on. He needed to get away. He had to get away from her...from what she was doing to him. He needed to kill something.
Willow lay there, hearing the rustle of clothes. She held her breath. She could hear the movements. He was angry. She waited for the hit. All she heard was the slamming of the door and the lock as it was slid into place. She sat up, opening her eyes. Curiosity burned in their green depths. She wanted to understand what had just happened.
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Willow looked at Spike warily. It had been three visits since he had been gentle. She knew that she had now been there a month. He had treated her more harshly than ever since his lapse. She could barely walk after the beating last night. Still, she loved him.
"Here. Now." Spike said, stripping his clothes off. He watched through narrow eyes as Willow slowly began to crawl. The marks on her back were deep. He figured a few would scar. He had been punishing her for his behaviour. He had given her pleasure without thought to his own. He hated that. He still couldn't understand what had come over him.
Willow got his feet and laid her head down on the floor. She wasn't sure if she could take much more. Her body was about to give out. She hadn't been eating very well since his attitude had changed. She was alone so often that she had about given up.
"Heard that the gypsy might finally have the curse ready." Spike said in a dry tone.
Willow heard but didn't comment.
"Also heard that the slayer can't wait to have her Angel back. Seems she plans to take up where they left off. Hope the bitch remembers that happiness clause. I don't want Angelus around again."
Spike frowned. She was showing no reaction to his news. Usually, her body would tense or her heartbeat would speed up. Now, there was nothing.
"Dru has decided that she wants to kill the watcher. Thinks that might scare the slayer away from her daddy." Again, no response.
Spike heard her ragged breathing. He watched as she began to sway before falling over. Panic filled him. He bent down. There was a faint heartbeat. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He had been too rough. He scowled. Why should he care? If she died, he'd find someone else. Seeing her pale face, he decided that he wasn't through with her yet. He'd be damned if she left before he was done. He went to one of the sacks and found some food. It appeared that barely any had been touched. She was weak.....
He moved back to the bed and sat down. He lifted her head up and began to feed her. She opened her eyes and looked at him seriously.
"Just let me die" she said softly. "That was the plan."
"I'm not finished with you" he said darkly.
He forced the food into her mouth. She knew that it was pointless to fight him. She began to eat. When he was sure that she had had enough, he put her head back down on the pillow. Her heartbeat was still faint, but it was growing stronger. He watched as she drifted off to sleep.
Annoyed, he laid beside her on the bed. His eyes watched her face as she slept. Without realizing it, he drifted off to sleep.
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Angelus was mad. He had been attacked by the damn slayer again. He would kill that bitch soon. He kicked open the door to Spike's room. He needed someone to pay. Startled, he saw the bed empty. He looked through the remainder of the room. No Spike.
"Where the hell did he roll off to?" Angelus began to search the house.
"When I find that bastard, I'm going to kill him" Angelus said under his breath. "Hiding won't help him this time. Where the fuck is he?"
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Spike woke up and sat up quickly.
"Fuck" He had fallen asleep in the crypt. He looked at Willow. She was staring at him, her green eyes unreadable. "What?"
"Angelus" she said softly. She knew that Spike always went home so that Angelus never suspected his secret...either of them. Now, since he had not returned, Angelus would become suspicious.
"Bloody hell" Spike ran a hand through his blond hair. His sire would be angry that he had not returned. Personally, he didn't care what the bastard thought. But, he was trying to remain out of the light, so to speak. This was not good.
"You need a plan" Willow said, sitting up weakly. "Somewhere that you could have been that won't make him angry."
He looked at her, his eyes cold. His gaze unwavering. "Angelus will be angry no matter what I say. He thinks he owns me. I still don't know how he hasn't smelled you on me by now. I have been trying to keep him so busy with the slayer that he doesn't pay attention to me. This is not going to help."
"Tell him that a couple of newbies attacked you....you had to hide in the sewers until nightfall because there wasn't enough time to make it back to the mansion. You can say that you were able to dust them, but it made you weak."
Spike glared. He hated the idea of using his own weakness as a solution. He knew that Angelus would by it...using it against him in front of the others. Did he want to suffer through that?
"Spike...he'll kill you if he finds out you have your strength back." Willow said, her voice quiet.
"He'll kill me if I lie to him and he finds out."
"He won't find out. Who could prove that you weren't telling the truth?"
Spike thought about it. It was really the only thing he could think of. He hoped that Angelus believed him. He didn't need to face suspicions from his sire. Things were too close to going his way. He looked at Willow. "You feel better." he said, his voice cold.
Willow nodded. "Thank you"
"Don't thank me. I didn't do it for you." he said, standing up. He needed to leave. The sooner he got back the better. Suddenly, he frowned, "He's not going to believe that two newbies attacked me and I came away unscarred."
Willow froze. He was right. She didn't know what to do.
"Hit me" he said, turning to her. His eyes unreadable.
"What?"
"I need to look like someone attacked me. I know you aren't very strong, but try. I need to look like I fought."
Willow moved towards the end of the bed. She thought about everything that had happened to her. About Xander and Cordelia....about Oz...about Angelus...about Buffy...She hit Spike as hard as she could. She kept hitting him, bringing both fists up and striking his face.
Spike gently took her hands in his. "Enough."
She looked at him, startled to see that his face swollen. "I'm sorry." she said, jerking her hands away and moving back on the bed.
Spike ignored her, turning away. "There is enough food for a few days. I won't be back until I'm sure that Angelus believes me. I can't risk him finding out the truth. I will be back...then you will pay for this."
Willow nodded. She knew that he would blame her. If she hadn't fainted, he would have beaten her, fucked her and then left. She watched as he left, her heart twisting in her chest. She wondered if he would be back or if he would just leave her to die. She laid down and tried not to think anymore.
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Angelus looked at Spike. He didn't believe him. He knew that it was feasible that the blond was attacked, but he didn't trust the story. He suddenly noticed something in the air. A sweet smell.....a woman's smell. His eyes narrowed. Spike had been with a human. He must be getting his strength back. That meant he could fuck. Angelus inhaled deeply. He knew that scent. He couldn't place it but it was familiar.
Spike saw the distrust in Angelus's eyes. He knew that he didn't believe his story. Hell, he'd told Willow that his sire wasn't stupid. He stared at him, his gaze unwavering. He wouldn't admit that it was a lie. Angelus might doubt him, but he wouldn't be able to prove it. He would have to be more careful. He sighed as he realized that he wouldn't make it back to the crypt for a few days.
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Willow ate the bag of chips while staring at the wall. She was bored. Spike had not been back yet. It had been three days. She was almost out of food. She wondered what her old friends were doing. She wondered if any of them ever even thought about her...wondered where she was. She couldn't believe that they had accepted her running away so easily. She wasn't the type to run away. They just didn't care. No one cared.
She thought about Spike. She didn't understand him. One day he would be cruel and harsh...the next, he would be almost sweet and caring. He was a puzzle. She had seen the look of worry in his eyes that night. She no longer believed that he was disinterested in what happened to her. She still didn't know if he actually cared. She doubted that he did. After all, she was a pet to him. Someone to use and then discard.
If only.....she could fill a book full of If onlys lately. Sighing, she turned the radio on low. He had brought her some batteries for it last week. It was something to keep her company....she had been touched that he had thought of it. She slowly began to hum along with song.
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Willow looked up as Spike came inside. He had come back to her. She noticed the haunted look in his eyes. Something was wrong.
He looked at her, for once his eyes not hardening. "Angelus didn't believe me."
"Oh lord" she said softly.
He shrugged. "He couldn't prove anything, but, needless to say, the last four days haven't been a party."
She watched as he walked towards the bed...noticed the way he was standing. Angelus had fucked him. She turned her head, not wanting him to see the anger in her eyes for Angelus. He sat down and sighed.
"What was that you said when I first took you pet? Life sucks then you die? Well, I'm already dead, but the rest is true. The damn slayer won't make a move. I'm stuck taking whatever Angelus dishes out. Every time I see Dru, I feel this urge to stake her. And for some unknown reason, the only place I seem to be happy is here. Does any of that make sense?"
Willow looked into his blue eyes, her heart pounding. He was happy here. "No."
"Didn't think so." he said, turning away from her. "I would beat you or something, but I don't think I have it in me right now. I barely made it over here. I just had to..." his voice trailed off. "I have food for you. Those two sacks. Enough for a few more days. Not sure when I can get out again. I got lucky tonight. Dru wanted Daddy to take her hunting. I escaped while I could."
She saw the marks on his wrists. The bites on his neck. Angelus had not been ignoring him, that she could see.
"I'm sorry" she said softly. "It was my fault you got caught"
"Not bloody likely. I could have left that night. I should have left that night." his face was puzzled. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Couldn't beat you if you were dead now could I luv?"
"No...I guess not" she said softly.
He looked at her for a few minutes, memorizing her face. He was surprised to see something in her eyes....it wasn't possible. He was seeing things. "Mind a fuck pet?"
Willow looked at him startled. "How?"
"I lay here....you do the work. I haven't been able to cum in days....getting rather frustrating."
"As you wish" she said, standing beside the bed.
"Just unfasten the jeans. I can't stay long."
She nodded and did as she was told. She watched as his cock emerged from the worn denim. She was being allowed to control this. She felt a rush of power spread through her. She straddled his legs, rubbing his cock against her. She watched his eyes. He gripped her waist and plunged up into her. She moaned. She had missed this. She started to bounce on him, his hand going to knead her breast. She closed her eyes as she set the pace. He thrust up meeting her plunges. He focused on her face.
Willow opened her eyes and stared into his blue gaze. She bit her lip as she felt herself coming. He cried out as he followed her. Willow tried to catch her breath. She moved off of him, careful of his injuries. She didn't want to do any more damage.
Spike sat up and zipped his pants. He reached for her, kissing her deeply. "I have to go. Angelus will be back soon. I'll try to get back as soon as I can."
Willow nodded. "Be careful"
He flashed her a smirk "Always pet."
She watched him as he left, wondering what had happened to them these last few days. Things had changed somewhere. She didn't know quite when.
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"I got it" Jenny said, smiling at the others. "All we need are the materials, and it should work."
"Is it the original curse?" Giles asked.
Jenny smiled. She knew what he was really asking. "No. I altered it a bit. There won't be a happiness clause this time. I couldn't leave the chance that Angelus would come back."
"No happiness clause?" Buffy said, smiling.
Xander and Cordelia walked in. Xander rolled his eyes at her comment.
"Just what we need. A vampire suitable for fucking."
"Xander. What is your problem?"
"I didn't hear from Willow."
"What?" Giles said. "You know what she said in the note. She needed to get away. She had no intention of contacting any of us."
Xander frowned. "It was my birthday on Thursday. I don't care what she was running from. She would have called me or at least sent a card. She has always been the only one to remember. She's all I ever had."
"She might have forgotten." Buffy offered.
"No. Willow doesn't forget things that are important. I hope nothing has happened to her."
"Xander, I'm sure she will send a card or call. We have no idea where she ended up. I'm sure that she is fine." Giles said.
"Yeah....I wish I could be that sure." Xander said, sitting down and sighing.
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Willow put her journal down. She needed a new one. She had almost filled that one in the month she had been here. She had never written so much in her life. All her thoughts....her fears....her memories. They filled the pages of the small book. She would have to ask Spike for a new one. Maybe he would get her one. She might have to beg, but that wouldn't be too hard. She was getting quite good at it in fact. She smiled softly.
Suddenly, Willow heard the lock sliding. The door started to open. He had just left her last night saying that he didn't think he'd be back for days. Now, here he was back the next night. She smiled, looking up. The smile froze as fear entered her eyes. The door slammed shut forcefully.
"Well...well...what do we have here? My naughty childe has been keeping secrets from Daddy."
"Angelus" Willow whispered.
He laughed. "Heard you had run away. Can't believe that bastard of mine had you all along. Right here under the slayer's nose. That's my boy."
"How?"
"I smelled you on him. It took me a little while before I placed it, but eventually it came to me." His eyes raked over her body. "I followed him last night. Imagine my surprise when I not only find out he can walk, but that he has such a tasty morsel on the side. He never did like to share."
Willow didn't speak. She couldn't believe she had been stupid enough to think that Angelus would forget.
"Was he your first?"
She nodded, tears in her eyes.
"He raped you, didn't he? Can't see the slayer's little friend willingly shacking up with one of us."
"I asked him to kill me." she said quietly.
Angelus looked at her surprised, "Why the hell didn't you just ask me? I'd have been more than happy to do it."
Willow ignored him. She was wondering what he planned on doing. She felt fear go through her as he smiled wickedly.
"I plan to show what you a real man is like Red. I'm going to fuck you so hard that Spike won't be able to put you back together. Should be enough of a lesson for him." he stalked towards her, pulling his shirt over his head. His pants soon followed.
He got to the bed and grabbed her arms roughly. "You think Spike was bad? Well, sweets, you ain't seen nothing yet."
Willow screamed as he savagely tore into her neck. She felt him enter her and begin to move roughly. Her tears covered her face as his fist lashed out hitting her repeatedly. Her last thought was of Spike before the dark overtook her.
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Spike frowned. Angelus was up to something. He had gone off alone. Spike went to find Dru.
"Where is he?" he demanded.
Dru looked at him, her eyes dazed. "Daddy went to hurt the tree. Said that she was taking our Spikey away from us. He wants her blood to flow....."
Spike felt something tighten in his chest. Willow. That damn bastard had set him up. He had led him straight to her last night. He turned and started to wheel away. Dru caught him.
"No. Daddy said you couldn't play. I have to make sure you stay here."
"Dru...let go of me. He'll kill her." he said, anger running through him.
"No. I won't share my Spike with some nasty bitch."
Spike lashed out and flung Drusilla across the room. He stood, her eyes widening in amazement.
"She took you from me. You don't love your Princess anymore."
"No I don't. She had nothing to do with it. He took you away from me."
"I won't let you leave. Daddy will be mad."
Spike went to her and held her against the wall. He looked at her in disgust. Why had he ever loved her? He reached for a candle holder that was sitting on the table. He kissed her as he pierced her heart. She exploded into a cloud of dust.
"Willow." he remembered, as he ran out of the mansion.
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"That should do it." Jenny said as she finished the spell. "He should be regaining his soul as we speak."
"Do you think it worked?" Buffy asked.
"Yes. I felt the power. It worked. It will just take a bit for it to have the full effect. He should be Angel again within the hour."
"Yippee!" Xander said, rolling his eyes.
"At least we don't have to worry about fighting Angelus anymore" Cordelia pointed out.
"Ok. The first positive given to me." Xander said, smiling at his girl friend.
"I would say that Spike and Drusilla might leave once Angelus is gone" Giles ventured a guess. "That would be two more bonuses I'd think."
"What-ever." Xander said, actually smiling. "Maybe having Deadboy back won't be that bad."
"Should I go look for him?" Buffy asked.
"Check his old apartment. I think that is where he would go."
"I'm on it." Buffy said, leaving the library.
"Well, maybe things can get back to normal" Giles said, closing his eyes and sighing.
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Spike made it to the crypt as quickly as he could. He saw the door wide open. He walked in, the smell of blood overwhelming. He saw Willow laying across the bed. She was covered in bites and blood. He moved to her side, taking her hand. She had a very faint heartbeat.
Willow opened her eyes and looked at him. He had come for her. She was surprised to see tears on his cheeks. She was dying and he cared. She reached up and wiped one away.
"He was going to kill me" she said softly. It hurt to talk. "Something came over him. He ran out of here, holding his head."
"The curse." Spike said, remembering what had happened last time.
"He has his soul back" Willow said. "You won."
"I killed Drusilla."
"What?"
"She wouldn't let me leave. I needed to come to you."
"Why?" She needed to hear him say it before she died.
"I ..." Spike stopped. He ran his hand over her face. "I love you. I don't know when...I don't know how...But I fell in love with you Red."
She smiled. "I love you too. I never understood it, but I accepted it. It just happened."
He kissed her, closing his eyes. He could hear her heartbeat fading. He felt her hand on his face. He opened his eyes.
"Angel killed me." she said softly. "I want him to suffer....I want them all to suffer."
He saw the anger in her eyes. He looked at her questioningly, before he smiled. "I can do that."
"Good." she said.
He suddenly started to laugh hysterically. He had finally found someone that loved him and she was dying. His life sucked. He bent down to kiss her again. He then moved beside her in the bed, holding her to him as she slowly faded away.
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Spike woke up. He glanced at Willow. She had died in his arms. His bastard of a sire had killed her. He would pay. The slayer bitch would pay too. Her and her little gang of misfits. They hadn't even tried to find Willow. He hadn't believed that they would accept her running away. They had. They would regret it. He would make sure of that.
He leaned over and kissed her cold lips. She smiled wickedly as her green eyes opened and looked into his.
"So, lover, what happens next?"