Parts: 11 - 20
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~Part: 11~
As Willow slowly drifted into consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the immense pain in her head. She shifted around to try and get comfortable, but nothing was working. She could tell by the color of her eyelids that it was daytime. How long had she slept?
Carefully she opened one eye. She was greeted by a smiling, naked blond vampire.
"Morning, luv" Spike mumbled. "’Bout damned time you woke up."
The redhead simply stared at the vampire before her for a minute or two. She noted that she wasn’t at home and they were both lying on a rather large bed. She wondered why was he lying next to her, and why wasn’t he wearing any clothes.
"What the matter, pet?" Spike asked with a smirk. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Well" she stated quietly. "You’re naked."
"Glad to see you noticed" the blond said, chuckling. "But I don’t appear to be the only one, now do I?" Willow was shocked to see that he was leering at her.
"Oh my goddess" Willow cried as looked down to discover that she was just as naked as the vampire next to her. "What have you done, Spike!" she shouted at him. However, as soon as she did, she was sorry for it. It only made her head hurt worse.
As she flinched at the pain in her head, Spike just chuckled. She would certainly be good for some entertainment.
"Look, Red" he said, trying to sound reassuring. "I didn’t do anything. This was all a set up by Angelus."
"Angelus?" Willow whispered. "How can you be sure?" She wasn’t sure she could trust him, but she wanted to know what he thought.
"Well, ‘bout an hour ago a minion came in to bring us some supplies" he explained. He nodded his head in the direction of a small table on his side of the bed that had food and water and a cooler that she decided probably had blood in it. "The bloke who brought it in was a minion named Aaron that Angelus had sired when he was kicking around after he lost the soul fucking the slayer."
"Hey! None of that!" the redhead scolded the vampire. "Well, did you at least try to find a way out of here?"
"Well, I would have except…" Instead of explaining, he lifted his left arm to show her the shackle that bound his left wrist, the heavy length of chain rattling ominously.
"Oh" Willow replied. She realized for the first time that she too was shackled on her right wrist. The shackles were joined by a chain that was looped through ring attached to the wall behind the bed.
"And before you ask, I’ve already tried to pull the ring out of the wall" Spike explained before she even asked. "It’s in there real good. Won’t come out."
Willow closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It wouldn’t do her any good to panic now. She opened her eyes again and took inventory of the room around her.
She and Spike were lying on a rather large bed that had four rather large posts at the corners. On Spike’s side was a small table that contained the supplies she had seen before. On the wall on that side, there was a small window that was up high enough that direct sunlight would never hit the bed they were on.
On Willow’s side was a small table that held a brush and a small sink with soap and a towel. Next to the sink was, much to Willow’s horror, a small potty chair. She figured this meant that Angelus meant to keep them here for a while. At least he tried to make them comfortable.
"What do you think he’s up to?" Willow asked her companion.
"Don’t know, luv" Spike answered without turning to her. "But I don’t think I really want to find out."
~Part: 12~
Giles was brought out of a wonderful dream by the phone ringing loudly in his ear. He looked around to find the offending piece of equipment with the goal of smashing it to pieces.
"What!" he grumbled into the phone.
"Umm, Giles?" came the small voice.
"Tara?" he asked. Why would she be calling at this ungodly hour? "Why are you calling so early?"
"Uh, Giles, it’s almost noon" the young witch answered.
"Is it really?" He couldn’t believe what time it was. Maybe he shouldn’t have opened that third bottle of scotch. "Well, is there something you needed?"
"Well, actually, is Willow over there?" Tara asked, concerned about her missing girlfriend. "She said she going to go over to your place last night to help you with your computer and she kinda never came home."
"Oh no" Giles whispered under his breath. He should have never let her go home by herself. "Well, she was here last night, but she left. I thought she was going home."
Tara worst fears were confirmed and she began to shake. "Well, she didn’t. Giles, we have to find her" she pleaded. She was very worried about her lover.
"Yes, certainly Tara" Giles said. "Call everyone and ask them to come over in about an hour. We will find her. I promise." The false reassurance in his tone was not echoed in his mind.
"Thanks, Giles" the blond replied. She felt better already. "See you in an hour."
"Certainly. Good bye." Giles felt terrible. He felt responsible for the girl’s disappearance. He had to do something about it. He decided that he would go and talk to the other person who had seen her last night…Spike.
~Part: 13~
Giles was very upset that he had been so selfish to allow the young girl to walk home by herself. If anything had happened to her, he would never forgive himself. He was quickly sobering up as he made his way over to the crypt that Spike called home.
As he approached the crypt, he pulled a stake out of his coat pocket. Spike may have asked for his help last night and he may have a chip that prevents him from hurting humans, but he still prides himself on being the Big Bad. He may have done something to hurt Willow. Although Giles doubted it, he wouldn’t put it past Spike.
Once at the door, the watcher pushed against the heavy door and quietly slipped inside. If Spike was home, he would most certainly be asleep. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness inside, he quietly called out to the vampire who called it home.
"Spike" Giles called out, not much louder than a whisper. When he did not receive an answer, he tried calling out a little louder. "Spiiike."
Satisfied that the vampire was not at home, Giles began to search the crypt for possible answers to where Willow might have gone.
Giles was appalled at the conditions that Spike kept his, uh, home in. He found cigarettes on the floor and mugs lying around with remnants of blood still in them. It was enough to make a man nauseous. It was about that time that he noticed a single sheet of paper next to what Spike must be using as a bed.
Picking it up, Giles suddenly realized what a huge mistake he had made. It was the picture that Spike had discussed with him and Willow the night before. But it was much worse than Giles had previously imagined.
It was exactly the same type of drawing that Angelus had left when he had left his message for Giles. Even the script of the writing was the same. Just looking at it made the watcher sick to his stomach. Emotions and memories that he had tried to suppress suddenly came to the fore and wreaked havoc on the watcher. He felt like he was going to throw up and had to get out of this place right away.
As Giles stumbled out of the crypt and into the fresh air outside, he suddenly felt better. The heaving had stopped and he once again felt as though he had control over his emotions.
Slowly, he looked back at the picture he still had clutched in his hand. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he certainly was going to get to the bottom of it. But for right now, he had to get back to his apartment and get ready to inform the children of what he feared had happened.
~Part: 14~
Willow hated to admit it, but she had to pee really badly, but the thought of peeing in front of Spike gave her the willies. So she tested the length of the chain that bound her to the vampire and got off the bed to use the chair provided for her.
The chain was just long enough so that Willow could reach the chair, but Spike had to stretch up to the ring. While she did her business, she insisted that Spike close his eyes, put his fingers in his ears and sing so he wouldn’t hear her. Willow regretted adding that last part, because Spike insisted on singing very loudly, and off key.
Once she was done, she washed her hands and crawled back up on to the bed. She nudged Spike, but he kept right on with his, uh, singing. She punched him hard in the arm to get his attention.
"Ouch!" Spike yelled. "What ‘cha do that for?"
"I had to do something to get you to stop" Willow replied with a giggle.
"What’s the matter, luv?" he asked. "You don’t like me singing?" Spike tried to make a sad face of indignance, but it had been a long time since he had made puppy dog eyes and he ended up looking quite silly.
"Stop it" Willow said teasingly. Suddenly she realized again how naked she actually was. As she tried to find a way to cover herself, she asked "Didn’t he leave us any clothes?"
"Well, luv, I don’t think you really need them" the blond said, leering at her again. "But, if you are really uncomfortable, there are sheets down at the end of the bed there."
Willow was embarrassed that she hadn’t noticed that yet, but she quickly reached down and pulled the satin up over her naked body. She reached over Spike and pulled the sheet up over him too.
"Phtf" Spike snorted. "Luv, you’re the one who is uncomfortable not me" he complained.
"Yeah, but this makes me feel better, so just deal with it." Willow felt better now that she was covered, but the feel of the satin sheets against her tender skin made her nipples harden instantly. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide that fact from her companion.
Spike apparently hadn’t noticed, because he changed the subject quickly. "Well, pet, are you hungry. Looks like we’ve got lots of stuff for you to eat here." He slipped off the bed to look at the spread on the small table. "There’s some fruit and muffins and water. What do ya’ fancy?"
Spike glanced over his shoulder to look at the small redhead on the bed. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that the girl was checking him out. <Hmmm> he thought. <This could be interesting.> "See anything you like, Red?"
"What?" Willow stammered. She realized that she had just been caught looking at the vampire before her. She hadn’t meant to stare, but he was remarkable. His skin was pale and smooth like marble and when he moved, the muscles beneath rippled like those of a graceful lion. It had her entranced. She was about to reach out to touch him to see if he was real when Spike had said something and broke her out of inner admiration of his body. "Oh, sorry Spike. I’ll just have a muffin and an orange, please."
"Sure thing pet" Spike said as he handed her the food and brought along a glass of water as well. "Here you go." As he handed her the food, their hands touched and lingered for a moment. In that time, Spike reached over and slowly stroked her hand with his thumb. When she looked up at him, he had a sad look in his eyes.
"What’s the matter, Spike?" Willow questioned the blond. She had never seen Spike look so sad when it hadn’t been caused by Dru.
Spike just looked at her for a moment and then he took a deep, unneeded breath before speaking. "I’m just sorry that you’re here, is all, luv" he started slowly. "I don’t know what Angelus has planned for you, but I do know that it can’t be pleasant."
"What do you think he has planned for us, Spike?" Willow questioned him, fighting to keep the tremble from her voice. Suddenly she was very afraid of why she was here.
"Well, I know what he planned for me" Spike replied. Willow wasn’t sure, but she thought she detected an element of fear in his statement. "But you, I just don’t know. I’m hoping I’m wrong, but I think you may be his next obsession. And if that is the case, I would do anything to keep that from happening to you."
Willow didn’t know where this sudden concern had come from, but it touched her none the less. Could it be that Spike actually had a heart, or maybe he actually cared for her? She wasn’t sure, but she was interested either way.
"Well, pet" Spike said suddenly needing to change the topic. "Wanna see what’s on the telly?"
"We have a TV?" Willow squealed with delight. At least they would have something to do other than wait.
"Yeah" Spike replied, chuckling at the girl’s excitement. "Only problem is that it only gets three channels."
Well, that was better than nothing. "What three?" she asked.
Smiling, the naked vampire replied, "The Spice channel, the Playboy channel, and the cartoon channel."
"What!?" Willow shouted back, as the vampire laughed hysterically.
~Part: 15~
Angel quickly got dressed and headed out to talk to his coworkers. He glanced at the desk and realized the picture of Willow was moved. It was no longer on the desk, but now it was on the dresser on the other side of the room. Had someone been in his room? Maybe he would ask Cordelia later if he got the chance.
He walked out into the foyer of the hotel to find out what was going on. From the look of things, Cordelia had apparently had another vision.
As he approached the former cheerleader lying down on the couch, he noticed she looked a little more shook up than normal. As he kneeled down to ask the girl what she had seen, she jerked her hand away as soon as he touched her.
"What’s the matter, Delia?" he asked, with concern in his voice. "What did you see?"
Cordelia looked up into Angel’s eyes, looking for some answers. "I’m not sure, Angel" she started uneasily. "It had something to do with Spike and…I think maybe there was something about Willow. They are in trouble and…I think they are together, you know…sexually." Delia whispered the last part, almost as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear.
Angel didn’t know why, but this thought angered him. No, he wasn’t angry, he was furious. What would Willow be doing with Spike? He had to get to the bottom of this. "Anything else, Delia? Do you know what kind of trouble they are in?"
"No, but all I know is that I saw you there" the seer explained frantically. "You have to go there and find out what is going on. I’m worried about them."
For Cordelia to be worried about Spike, well, this had to be bad. "Don’t worry" Angel said, trying to be reassuring. "We’ll take care of it. We always do, right?" With that he gave her a one of his stunning smiles, to which she could only smile back.
"Right" Cordelia said, feeling better now that she knew he wouldn’t fight her about going back to Sunnydale. "So now what?"
"Well" Wesley chipped in. Whenever a plan was to be made, the former watcher was never to be left out. "I do believe our first duty should be to call Mr. Giles to find out the exact situation with everyone in Sunnydale so we can make an appropriate plan of attack."
"Sounds good" Gunn chipped in. "Let’s do this thing."
Angel smiled at the enthusiasm of his crew. He was glad that his friends would be willing to help, no matter what. As he turned to head toward his office, he stopped and asked Cordelia, "Hey, Delia. Did you come in my room earlier?"
Cordelia froze and stared at the dark vampire with a look of horror on her face.
~Part: 16~
Giles paced around the apartment impatiently waiting for the others to show up. He was nervous, far more nervous than he had been in a very long time. How could he explain the situation and not scare the poor children half to death.
He heard them coming up the steps. Obviously, Xander was trying a little too hard to be humorous again and doing it a little too loudly for Giles. Soon, most of the group came piling into the apartment and making themselves at home. Everyone was present except for Willow and Tara.
“So, G-Man” Xander started, flopping down on Giles’ couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table. “What’s the what?”
Giles turned to the boy but was too tired to come up with an appropriate retort. “Xander” he started. “Please stop calling me that, and I think it would be ideal to wait for everyone to show up first. I really don’t want to repeat myself.”
“Okay” Xander said, a little hurt that the watcher didn’t want to play verbal tennis with him. “But if this a research dealy and no one told me to bring jellys, I’m going to be hurt.”
Suddenly, a tiny knock came from the front door. Giles went quickly to open the door and found Tara standing there. “Please, Tara, do come in” he said, ushering her quickly into the apartment.
“Hey, Tara” Buffy said happily. “Where’s Will?”
“That’s what we are all here about, Buffy” Giles said quietly. He turned to see the look of horror on Buffy’s face. “Everyone please sit down and I’ll explain.”
Giles began to explain the details of the strange conversation between him, the witch and the vampire the night before and how he let them leave unattended.
“You did what?” Xander shouted, jumping up from the couch. “You let her walk home by herself after dark. What is your damage? Hello, living on a Hellmouth full of nasties and crawlies, remember?” He was so angry at the watcher he never realized he was pacing and clenching his fists, just like Spike.
“Yes, Xander” the older man threw back at the boy. “I do realize the folly of letting her go on her own, but I didn’t see any need at the time to be concerned.”
“Didn’t see any need!” Xander yelled. His best friend could be vampire-cicle by now and he had just let her go. He felt as though he were about to burst.
“Xander!” Buffy shouted. “Calm down. We have to find out what is going on and we can’t do that if you get your panties in a wad and take it out on Giles, so sit!” The boy was quick to comply. He had learned early on never to piss off a slayer. “Ok, Giles finish with the fill in.”
“Thank you Buffy” Giles sighed and then continued. “Well, Tara called me this morning to tell me that Willow hadn’t returned home night and I’m assuming she still hasn’t shown up” he said, looking to the blond witch for confirmation.
“No” Tara whispered, sounding as though she might cry any minute. “Not a sign of her yet.”
“Yes, well” Giles continued. “I went over to see Spike this morning to see if we might know of Willow’s whereabouts, but he appears to be missing as well.”
“So, Spike took her!” Xander cried. “I knew that whole ‘oh I can’t bite with this bloody chip in my head’ was just a trick, bastard!”
“No” Giles said shakily. “I believe something even more ominous is at work here.” And with that, he pulled out the picture he had found at Spike’s crypt. He handed it to Buffy first.
At first, she was unable to speak at all. She was frozen staring at the image of Spike on the paper before her. She had immediately recognized who could have created it…Angelus. She stood, unmoving until Xander walked over and slowly took it out of her hands.
“Ha!” Xander laughed. “It’s Spike and it looks like he finally got what he deserves. Who did this?”
“Angelus” both Buffy and Giles replied.
“What?” Xander cried. “Big, evil and sadistic is back? Why didn’t I get a memo?”
“No one knew, Xander” Giles said. “This is the first we have heard of it. Willow and Spike made their fears known to me last night. I called Cordelia to ask if anything was different about Angel and she assured me that he had his soul and nothing was out of the ordinary. If anyone would know if Angelus was back, I believe that it would be Cordelia.”
“Yeah” Buffy sighed. “That makes sense. So what should we do then?”
“I believe the best course of action would be to try and discover who would want to frame Angel for something like this” Giles said, not really feeling conviction behind his words.
“So, research then?” Xander asked.
“Yep” Buffy replied. “Looks like it.”
“I knew I should have brought jellys!” Xander said, more than a little upset.
~Part: 17~
Cordelia looked at Angel with a terror in her eyes. What was she going to say? <Sure Angel, I was in your room last night, remember? I walked in while you were jacking off.> How could you forget something like that?
“What?” she asked again, hoping that he would change the subject or just think that he hadn’t heard her?
“Well,” Angel started, confused by her reply. “I was just wondering if you had moved anything around in my room or not.”
<Thank god> she thought. “Nope. Didn’t move a thing. Not me, nu uh.” The former cheerleader realized that she was babbling so she just stopped and nodded her head decisively, hoping that would end the discussion.
“Ok” Angel said concerned about the seer’s suddenly shy streak.
“Just wondering.” And with that, he turned toward the office to make
a call to Sunnydale.
Once inside the office, he sat down behind the desk and waited for Wesley to come in and get settled. He was sure that the former watcher would want to be in on the conversation and possibly take notes. He sighed, thinking of having to call Giles made him a little uneasy. Since he lost his soul and killed Jenny Calender, the relationship between the two had been strained at best.
“Well” Wesley started coming into the office with a notepad. “Are we quite ready?”
“Yeah” Angel sighed, picking up the phone and dialing the number he knew by heart.
~Part: 18~
They had talked for hours. Spike refused to watch cartoons and Willow had refused to watch porn, so they turned off the TV and decided to talk.
Willow had told him about how she liked college and how things were going with Tara. She even talked to him about her struggles with her witchcraft and how things seemed to go much better when Tara was around.
Willow was surprised to find that Spike was a very attentive listener and his comments and suggestions were very helpful and only occasionally sarcastic.
Spike had told her about early times with him, Angelus, Dru and Darla. She was fascinated by the tales and asked him details about certain things that were different from what she had read in the Watcher’s Diaries. She was especially intrigued by the whole ‘who was Spike’s sire’ debate.
Spike had cleared that up for her by telling her that, although Dru had killed him, Angelus was the one who had broke and trained him. Dru didn’t have the strength or the sanity to help Spike become a master vampire, so Angelus had taken that upon himself, so Spike considered Angelus his sire, his mentor, his Yoda.
They had talked for hours and for a while, when he was talking about Dru, Spike even brushed Willows hair.
But Willow got tired of talking, so she thought maybe they would give the TV another shot. She took the remote away from Spike and turned on the cartoon channel. “Oh goody!” Willow cheered. “It’s Scooby Doo.”
“Not that silly dog ‘toon” Spike grumbled. “Isn’t that what you named your little group after?”
“Yeah” Willow said, and then proceeded to explain the whole Scooby gang to Spike.
After a brief explanation, Spike said “Ok. Let me get this straight, you’re the goofy git with glasses?”
“Velma” Willow explained. “She’s the smart one who always figures everything out.”
“And the watcher is the arrogant bastard?” he questioned.
“Fred” she said. He just wasn’t getting it. “And Daphne is Cordelia”
“Pretty and daft” he said with a smirk. “That fits!” He chuckled at that thought. “So which one is the boy?”
“Oh, Xander is Shaggy” she stated simply.
“What!” Spike shouted. “Xapper is a pot head?”
“What?” Willow said surprised. “No, Xander is not a pot head and neither is Shaggy.”
“Really?” he said chuckling. “Well, you have to admit that would explain a lot.”
Willow giggled at that idea. She had never really thought about it that way before.
“So” Spike asked once he stopped laughing. “That explains all of you, so which one is the slayer?”
“Well, Scooby Doo, of course” she stated.
Spike started laughing hysterically at that. Willow just looked at him in shock. She thought for sure that Spike had completely lost his mind.
Slowly, through the laughter, Spike was able to get out a few words. “So you’re telling me…that this whole thing…revolves around…the slayer…as a scared dog…that nobody can understand…who eats all the time?”
Willow was unsure how to take this. In a way, he was right. The analogy didn’t really fit. “Well” she said unsure of her reasoning. “Scooby is the one who always catches the bad guy.”
“Yeah” Spike gasped between chuckles. “But only by accident!”
Spike was right and his laughter was quite contagious. Soon, she was laughing right along with him. As they rolled around on the bed in their reverie, Willow didn’t realize that she had uncovered herself. Suddenly, she realized that she was exposing herself to her companion, so she quickly covered herself again. Spike chuckled at her attempt at modesty. He wondered if he could break her of that. And the way she blushed was very becoming.
Spike decided that he had enough of the cartoons so he took the remote from Willow and changed the channel to one of the others available to them.
One of the other channels offered an interesting option. The show has called “Intimate Confessions”. It apparently was a show where people admitted their most private fantasies to a “professional” and then had them fulfilled by good looking model-type people. Spike was very pleased by the find, but Willow was very uncomfortable and expressed her displeasure.
“Well, Red, I watched cartoons” Spike teased. “So you can watch this.”
“Fine!” Willow snapped. She flopped back against the headboard and pretended to be very interested in the muffin she had been munching on.
The vignette Spike had been watching was about a lesbian fantasy. Spike looked at Willow and wagged his eyebrows at her. “Bring back memories for ya’, luv?”
“Shut up, Spike!” Willow snapped with a little more venom than she intended.
“What’s a matter, pet?” he asked. “Is there trouble in paradise?”
“No” she said. “I just don’t like when people tease me about being…you know, gay.”
Spike looked at her, surprised. “No, fun intended, luv. I like you just the way you are.”
Willow looked him in the eye and was surprised to see that he actually was being sincere. “Really?” she questioned.
“Sure, luv” he said with a smirk. “I would never make fun of someone who knows about my secret tickle spot, now would I? You might think to use it against me.” As he spoke, he slowly ran his fingertips down her cheek.
Willow was confused. She wanted to lean into his touch, but that was wrong, wasn’t it? Slowly she came to her senses and pulled away. “Well, it looks like the lesbians are done” she said, half giggling.
“Sure does, luv” Spike said, turning his attention back to the TV. “Wonder what’s up next?”
The next story was about a very shy girl who just wanted to be broken out of her shell. If he wasn’t getting her out of her shell, he was doing a very good job of getting her out of her clothes.
“Looks like someone we know, eh Red?” Spike whispered in Willow’s ear.
“What?” the redhead asked started out of her own thoughts. The show may have been cheesy, but it really was turning her on.
“Well, from what I can tell, this is about a shy young woman who is hiding her body beneath layers of clothes and denial. Sound familiar?” The more he questioned her, the closer he got until his lips were brushing her delicate ears.
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The breath trapped in her chest. She felt like she could barely breathe. He was so close and the images on the screen in front of her were having a larger effect than she was willing to admit.
“Sure you do, luv.” He started trailing his fingers up and down her arm. He was pleased to feel the goose bumps left behind in their wake. “That’s you. I’ll bet that with the right motivation you’ve got a lot of fire inside. You wanna let the fire out?”
“No” she replied unconvincingly. “No fire. I’m fire-free.”
Spike chuckled and said, “You won’t mind if I find out for myself, do you?”
Willow was about to protest but was cut short when Spike’s tongue laved the outer shell of in her ear. She felt a deep tingle all over as he assaulted her ear with his velvet tongue and blunt teeth. Willow’s eyes closed against the delicious sensations he was causing when she felt cool fingers reach under the sheet to lightly brush against her taut nipple.
“Oh goddess” she shuttered and Spike knew that was a sound he wanted to hear again. So he continued his exploration of the small redhead. He slowly kissed his way down her jawbone until his lips found hers.
The kiss was electric. It devoured and consumed. Spike nibbled on her lower lip and Willow relented, opening her mouth to accept his tongue willingly. He stroked the inside of her mouth lovingly, as if he were trying to map it out for future reference.
His hands continued their discovery of her soft breasts. Spike was amazed at how responsive she was. She truly did have a fire in her. He wondered why he had never seen it before.
Willow broke away from the kiss, desperately needed some air. She looked directly into steely blue eyes full of questions. His face registering amazement at her huskily whispered words, “Take me.”
Not needed any further inspiration, the blond vampire traveled down her neck, slowly tasting the tender flesh between her jaw and collarbone. He found her pulse point and lightly bit with his blunt teeth, receiving a gasp from the redhead for his trouble. He smiled at that, telling himself to remember to do that again sometime.
He moved down past her collarbone and laving a wet path to the gentle rise of her breast. Willow trembled with fear and anticipation. . She had always been a little ashamed of her humble size, but as Spike’s mouth met the tender flesh he murmured “Perfect”.
This put a smile on the girls face momentarily until the vampire circled her nipple with his tongue. Willow let out a small gasp at the contact and as he began to suckle the tender bud, she moaned wantonly. She reached out to clutch the back of the blonde’s head, urging him forward. As her fingers wove through his hair, she was awestruck at the soft curls under her fingertips. She wondered what other surprises this man, uh vampire, might hold. She hoped she would find out.
Spike slowly pulled away from her breast to give the other the same attention. The girl was lost to the feelings he was giving her and didn’t want these sensations to end. She whined as he pulled away, to which he just chuckled. “A little anxious, are we now, pet? Not to worry. I don’t start something I know I can’t finish.”
With that, he started to travel down her body with gentle kisses and playful nips. He was disappointed when he could get down so far before the chain that connected them stopped he descent just above her navel. “Damn it!” he cursed lightly.
“What?” Willow questioned slowly pulled out of her sensual haze.
Spike looked up at her and said, “I want to taste you, luv. These damn chains” he said, giving them a harsh tug. “I’ll have to figure a way around that.”
Slowly, he covered the redhead with his body. He gazed down into wide green eyes “Are you sure about this, luv?”
“Spike” she whispered. “Please, I want you.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly, he lowered himself onto her and rubbed the tip of his extremely hard cock against her warm slit, undulating against her sensitive clit. Willow thrust her hips up as he made contact with her nub. Once he was in position, he braced himself up on his arms even though the shackle around his wrist cut into his skin. He didn’t care. He had to have this girl.
Slowly, he entered her tight passage. He hissed as he felt the warm and tight channel contracting against his shaft. It took all the control he had not to cum right then. He took an unnecessary deep breath and slowly began to thrust into the beauty below him.
She began to moan and babble under him, her red hair trashing against
the bad. Hearing the sounds he was milking from her strengthened
his resolve to make this last. Suddenly, she said something he never
thought he would hear from her. “Yes, Spike, harder!”
Although the command was completely unexpected, he never denied a ladies wish, so he began to speed up his thrusts, pounding into her writhing form.
Willow was riding the higher plane of sensuality. She reached around with her free hand to grab his buttocks. She was amazed at how tight it was and wonderful it felt clenching and relaxing under her fingers. She grabbed him tightly and urged him on. She wanted it hard and fast and she wanted it now. She dug in her fingernails into his skin and drew blood.
The smell of his blood only made him harder, if that was possible. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he reached between them and stroked her clit in time with their thrusts.
Soon she was crying out as her orgasm came crashing down on her. “Oh, yes…Spike!” she cried. His name became a chant flowing from her lips. Feeling her walls gripping his hard cock and hearing his name coming from her lips sent him over the edge.
“Willow!” he cried as he sent his cool semen deep inside the beautiful woman underneath him. He slowly stroked her hair and covered her face with kisses as they came down from this wonderful high.
“You are amazing, luv” Spike whispered in her ear.
Willow was about to respond when they heard from the TV they both forgot was still on…’oh yeah, baby! Give it to me! Give it to me now!’
They both immediately flew into hysterics.
~Part: 19~
The Scoobies minus one sat scattered around the watcher’s apartment trying to find some answers as to who took Willow and Spike and why. No one knew what they were looking for or even where to start and they had quickly become frustrated.
“This is fruitless” Giles stated. He had no idea what to do.
“Ok, so we don’t have fruit” Xander said. “But we have to figure out what to do about Willow!” The gang was starting to feel the stress of their missing friend.
“We will” Buffy shouted back at Xander. “We just have to keep looking. Something will come up.” She may have said the words, but she really didn’t believe them. “We have to have some hope. Willow would never give up on us, right?” She hoped that her words would help the gang press on.
“Yes, well…” started Giles. He was cut short by the shrill ring of his phone. He reached over quickly and pulled the phone to his ear. “Hello?” he answered.
“Giles, its Angel” the dark vampire said. After that, he froze. He didn’t know what else to say. So he decided to just come right out with it. “Cordelia had a vision and it’s about Willow and Spike.”
“What exactly is it about, Angel?” Giles questioned, somehow even more frightened for the young redhead.
“Angel?” Xander asked. “What does Deadboy want?” He still didn’t trust the ensouled vampire even after all this time.
“Xander, hush!” Giles scolded the boy before returning his attention to the conversation.
“Did he just hush me?” Xander asked his girlfriend, amazed that the watcher had just treated him like a child.
“Yes, now hush” Anya said wanting to hear what the conversation would reveal.
“Sorry, Angel.” Giles spoke returning back to the phone. “Please, do continue.”
“Are Willow and Spike there?” Angel asked, afraid of the answer.
“No, Angel. I’m afraid that they were taken sometime last night” the watcher explained and waited for further information that may give a clue of where to even begin looking for the missing girl and Spike.
“They’ve already been taken” Angel explained to Wesley.
“Oh dear” the man replied.
“Ok, here’s the deal” Angel said, taking matters in his own hands. “Cordelia had a vision and in it Spike and Willow were together and apparently in some sort of trouble. And” Angel paused. “Are they…seeing each other?”
Giles was taken back by the question. Why would Angel ask something like that? “No” Giles answered. “In fact, Willow has a girlfriend.”
“Um, did you just say that Willow had a girlfriend?” Angel asked, astonished to hear of Willow’s orientation.
“Yes, but I don’t think that is of any importance right now” Giles tried to get the conversation back on track. “Why are you asking?”
“Well, it was part of the vision” Angel explained. “Delia also said that I was there in the vision.”
“Oh” Giles whispered. He knew that Angel was different from his soul-less counterpart, but he was still not looking forward to seeing him. “So I am assuming that you are coming to Sunnydale, then.”
“I believe that would be the best plan” Angel said. “I may be able to help find Spike in a way that you can’t.”
“Very well” Giles replied. “When will you be arriving?”
“I’ll be leaving as soon as the sun sets” Angel said. “We will keep looking for answers here until then.”
“As will we” Giles stated. “Will you need a place to stay while you are here?”
“No” Angel said absentmindedly. He had another plan. “I have a place to stay. I’ll call you when I get in.”
“Very well” Giles said. “We’ll talk more when you get here.”
They ended the conversation with the usual pleasantries and turned to inform their friends about the situation.
~Part: 20~
Angel was worried. First Cordelia’s vision and now the conversation with Giles had him on edge. And oddly enough, he was not just concerned for Willow, but for Spike as well. And what did Delia mean about them being together…sexually. That thought really bothered him, he wasn’t sure why.
He packed a bag of things he thought he might need for his trip to Sunnydale. He made sure to hide the picture of Willow deep in the bottom of his bag.
Sunset was coming so he walked out of his suite toward the office to talk to his friends before leaving.
“So, you’re going solo?” Gunn asked as Angel walked toward the group.
“Yeah” Angel replied. “I don’t see any reason why everyone should have to go. I’ll go and check stuff out in Sunnydale. You guys can stay here and do the research thing. Maybe with both groups checking stuff out, we can find something faster.”
“Very well” Wesley said. “You will inform us of any changes or new information you might uncover in Sunnydale, won’t you?”
“No problem, guys” Angel said. He was becoming a little impatient. He was desperate to get on the road and get to Sunnydale. “I’ll be sure to stay in touch. See ya’.” And with that, he headed for the front door.
“Hold on just a minute there, Angel Food” came a call from the green, horned demon. “I think ya’ might be wanting this.” He walked toward Angel with a small cell phone in his hand.
“Thanks” Angel said, taking it from his hand. As he started to turn, Lorne stopped him with a gentle hand on his elbow.
“Be careful” Lorne said with a look of concern on his face. “Something odd is going on, but I’m not sure what it is. This may be more than your normal search and rescue, so be on the lookout, cupcake.”
“I will, Lorne” Angel said with a smile on his face. Lorne always had way to make Angel smile. “I’ll talk to you soon.” And with that he headed to his car, wondering why Lorne always insisted on calling him some sort of pastry.
***
On the way to Sunnydale, Angel thought about his relationship with his wayward childe and the redheaded witch. Why was it so important for him to help? The gang in Sunnydale was more than competent enough to handle a simple missing person’s case. But this wasn’t simple was it? Both Willow and Spike were missing and Cordelia had a feeling they were together.
Angel’s head began to pound with some many thoughts. Finally he passed the ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign. He couldn’t believe he was back.
“Well, here we go” he said to himself as he made his way through the familiar town.
Finally he stopped in front of his destination, the mansion on Crawford Street. It seemed like an eternity since he had last been to the place he used to call home. He parked the car and walked inside, not sure what to expect.
Once he was inside, he took a good look around. The place looked nice. The person he left to take care of the place was apparently doing a good job. Quietly, he called out to see if he was around, “Aaron?”
Suddenly he heard someone coming from the other room. “Yes?” the young minion answered as he came in to stand before Angel.
“Hi, Aaron” he said, smiling down at the young minion. “You’ve done a very nice job keeping the place up. I appreciate it.”
“Certainly” Aaron answered keeping his gaze firmly on the ground.
“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t call ahead” the vampire apologized. “But I will probably be here for a while. There are some things I need to take care of here in town, just so you know.”
“I’ll make your room up” the minion answered, taking Angel’s bag and quickly running up the stairs to make sure the room was ready, although he had done so already in anticipation of his master’s return.
Angel smiled at the young minion’s eagerness and turned to go meet up with the Scoobie gang and try to figure out a plan to find their missing friends.