Parts: 6 - 9 (End)
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~Part: 6~ Posies
'Am I a vampire?'
As fuzzy as her head was, Willow had waited until she heard the lurching elevator carry Angelus away before she spoke.
'No, we didn't drink nearly enough, and you didn't drink at all.'
She felt so peculiar. 'Are you sure?' she asked, her voice quavering, 'would you tell me?'
'Wouldn't have to, luv. You'd know. Dyin' is not somethin' you easily forget, neither is drinkin' enough blood to turn. Can't be done accidentally.'
She opened her eyes to find herself covered with Spike's familiar red shirt. It's owner sat a few feet away- a towel about his waist, several others stacked nearby. In the dim candlelight she could hear sloshing water. She didn't have any recollection of any of these things. 'I fainted!?!'
'Must have huh?' he said with a shrug.
For some reason this thought was chilling to her- as if she weren't completely at Angelus' mercy when fully conscious! Somehow this was crushingly worse.
Seeing her panic he dropped his flip demeanor, 'You were only out ten minutes or so.'
He lifted her arm and wiped it with a warm soapy cloth as he continued softly, 'Once you collapsed he brought me the buckets, told me to clean you up, and went away. Just relax, he won't be back for some time. He's hungry.'
The thought made Willow shiver.
She sat up and crossed her legs. He took a container of something like talc and began to brush it through her hair.
'He said no shower, but once I brush this through you'll feel a lot cleaner'
'I'm sorry,' Willow said quietly.
'For what?'
'For the beating,' she whispered ashamed.
'My choice. No worries,' he said simply as he continued to brush her hair.
'Feels nice,' said Willow.
'Had enough practice, been doin' my Dru's hair for years.'
This surprised her. 'Really?'
'No mirrors, luv, how else is it going to get done?' He then confided, 'and it makes her coo.'
Willow could understand this, his wickedly strong hands so gentle and careful in her hair made her want to coo as well. She nearly sighed with disappointment as he put down the brush. They sat in silence as he finished washing her.
He nodded toward her breasts, 'Those'll heal better if I lick them.'
'Oh, all right, um, should I lie back?'
He gave a half-smile as he eased her back into the hay, wet his lips and leaned over her reclining form.
'How do they, um, look...'
'Gorgeous.'
Willow gave an embarrassed giggle, ' the bites Spike...'
'They'll not scar. Mine's already closed, just pricked you so he'd smell blood. Our Sire's will need some extra attention.'
She sighed, his mouth felt cool and soft, like half melted Ben & Jerry's, and she relaxed for the first time in a good long while. 'Mmmm, Spike, that's nice,' she sighed.
'It should all be nice,' he whispered in her ear as mouthed the bite on her neck, 'don't get me wrong, I like whips and chains as much as the next guy, but were it up to me...' he trailed off.
'What?'
He lifted his head and looked her in the eye. 'Don't repeat this, or I'll get the whipping of my un-life, but unlike SOME folks, I want a woman I bed to crave me, to burn for my hands and mouth on her skin, to grow dewy at the sight of me. Damn sight harder than terrifying her into submission or forcing her,' he snorted.
'A straight feed is one thing, I'll take a woman's blood with a savagery that rivals my sire... but a woman's body is something else entirely...'
His eyes smouldered as he continued almost lyrically, 'A woman's body is the temple I worship at, soft and trembling at my touch. Even if it's her last breath, that breath is a sigh. My first pleasure is being desired, my second is when her body clings to mine as if I were everything sweet in the world. You don't want to know the third... but she does,' He gazed as if just looking at her was making his mouth water, 'and the only way I'll spank her red is if she begs me to do it.'
She spoke hesitantly, 'So... vampires aren't, um, jealous? Or Drusilla isn't?'
He smiled in reply, 'Very jealous, Dru especially so.'
She was confused, 'Oh.'
He continued, 'but it has very little to do with who puts what pink bits where. Vampires do a lot with sex- assert dominance, whelp pups, feed... all in addition to bonding with their mates. Vampire fidelity has more to do with protection- nobody messes with Dru and lives to tell it except our Sire, and the reverse is true as well. That woman is not to be crossed,' he said with pride. 'Been together for over a hundred years. Prague isn't the first time she's been hurt and this is hardly my worst. Even with her, eccentricities, my Dru is as capable of defending and feeding me as I am her... well, when Daddy dear isn't around to convince her that she's helpless.' His beaming face darkened at the last.
A drop of blood splashed onto the corner of Willow's mouth.
'Your neck is still bleeding Spike,' she said carefully.
He half smiled, 'Can't reach that one, can I? It'll stop eventually.'
Willow gently pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him, long and wet. Then she tilted his head to the side and began to mouth the gash where his shoulder met his neck, bathing it in their mingled saliva.
'Don't have to do that,' he muttered, sounding almost touched.
She released his neck, 'It would be my job, right? Under 'normal' circumstances? Kiss me again.'
They shifted until they lay on their sides facing each other. They would kiss for a moment softly, wetly- letting his saliva pool in her lips which she would press against his injury. She could practically feel the wound closing in her mouth as she tried to lick and suck the way he had hers.
His blood in her mouth was shocking. Willow knew it wasn't nearly enough to actually turn her, but she felt primal and lupine and, well, vampiric sucking his bloody neck.. He tasted like something rich and strong... the sort of thing you'd 'develop a taste for' after your first few grimacing experiences... like whiskey or raw oysters.
After the bleeding stopped she just kept kissing him. From his neck she tilted her head until she was caressing his jaw with her lips, and then his exquisite cheek bones. She could feel his hands lying still on her back, just his one thumb gently stroking the base of her spine. She pressed her body against his and felt his penis stiffen from her touch.
He shifted subtly so he wasn't pressed directly against her. 'Don't do this unless...' he started.
Willow closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, 'I want to,' she said, 'I'll try not to scream...'
He was aghast, 'Why?'
She rolled away from him, choking back tears as she struggled to speak, 'I know I look ridiculous the way I flail about, I hear what he calls me, whore, screamer...'
He was shocked, 'Willow, smart woman like you buying into that nonsense? Pay no mind to our Neanderthal Sire or any other fool like him... you're too quite, too loud, move too much, too little... bollocks, pure bollocks.
'But Angelus said...'
Spike laughed scornfully. 'Big clod buys a vibrator and thinks he's Susie Brite. Don't listen to a damn thing he says.' He snuggled behind her, spooning her and wrapping his arm around her waist.
'So I'm not a freak?'
'Far from it.' His voice was husky, he shifted slightly to put some space between his growing erection and her backside.
'And even after.... everything... you would want me?' she asked as the rolled back toward him, closing the distance again.
'Very much so,' his eyes caressed her face and he shifted away from her once more, 'but do you want ME?'
'Very much so,' she said as she gazed back at him.
His brow furrowed, 'Are you certain, Willow?'
She nodded, 'I'm certain. I'm choosing you.'
He leaned over and kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, 'you want me to stop and you just say so.'
'All right,' she smiled.
'This is all wrong though, especially for your first time. Wait here a minute.' He reached up, yanked one of the chains to make sure it wouldn't give, and pulled himself to his feet. Once he got his balance he released it.
She was stunned. 'You can stand?'
He raised that crooked eyebrow conspiratorially, 'Only for a few seconds at a time, but keep it to yourself, Pet.' With a grin he gritted his teeth, half walked/half flung himself to one of the velvet drapes, and, using his full weight, pulled it down, falling on top of it. 'I'll tell him it fell, they do all the time.'
Dragging himself and the heavy fabric, he moved back to Willow who hopped up to help him. After pushing the hay into a pile, he covered it with the velvet and tucked the edges beneath the mound of hay. The two were soon ensconced in their little nest, giggling and bathed in candlelight.
With one arm beneath her head, he began kissing the freckles on her nose. 'So, which is the prettiest one? Hmm? This one at the tip? Maybe this little group near your eye?' His hands held her softly, his one thumb stroking her upper arm while he softly lipped her face. He gently bit her on the chin.
'What should I do?' she asked.
'Nothing... anything... what do you want to touch, luv?'
Holding his gaze, she tentatively ran her index finger up his nose, around his eye and down the sharp angle of one of those wonderful cheekbones. She rested her thumb on his full lips. He parted them slightly and licked it. It sent chills down her spine.
He smiled and gently bit her thumb.
She gasped.
He slid his arm out from under her head, shifted until he was kneeling over her, and began softly kissing her beneath her earlobe. She ran her hands up his arms from his wrists to his shoulders, her fingers exploring all those wonderful hard muscles. He reached the hollow of her throat and sucked her hungrily as she shifted beneath him. She could feel the vibration inside of her as he moaned.
'Oh Spike,' she breathed, 'oh yes!'
'Touch me again, sweet,' he whispered at her throat.
With her fingertips on either side of his spine, Willow ran her hands down Spike's back. When they reached the rough terry cloth at his hips she smiled as she wrapped her hands around his backside. Through the fabric she could feel the large, round muscles, the little dips in the sides- but not the tiny dimples at the base of his spine.... so she took off the towel.
She felt him smile as he slid down her body, his tongue tracing her collar bone, moving toward her breasts, kissing their underside, licking the line where they met her chest. She grabbed him by the hair in order to move his mouth to her nipples, which he kept missing, and he laughed out loud.
He looked up at her, 'Oh, you want me to suckle do you?' he teased.
At the word 'suckle' her insides clenched.
'If you insist...' as he closed his mouth on her nipples... kissing them, sucking, lightly nibbling the uninjured one. He pressed her breasts together with his hands and ran his tongue between them while his thumbs caressed her areolae. 'So lovely,' he murmured, 'so sweet, Willow, so soft. I love the way you grow hard in my mouth, your skin pebbling in my wet lips.'
She could feel herself growing wetter. She shifted her head on the velvet as his mouth continued to caress her breasts and his hands slid down to her waist, his thumbs caressing her navel. His mouth soon joined his hands but slid further down her yet.
His thumbs stroked the insides of her thighs cool fingers gently entered her.
He raised his head and looked at her seriously, 'Am I hurting you?'
'No.'
'Good. He's been careful to keep you wet.' His pinky slid carefully into her rectum, 'And here? It feels healed.'
'Yes, I think it is.' She was surprised, 'that feels nice.'
'You've touched yourself, haven't you?'
'M'hmm, but not there.' She blushed.
'Gimme your hand.'
He took the offered hand and kissed it before he rested her palm at his cheek. 'Follow me.'
It was amazing. Her fingertips could feel the movements of his tongue- long, slow strokes along the inside edge of her lips- and the swelling of her softest flesh as it filled with blood. Together they explored. He flicked her clitoris from side to side, up and down. He barely licked her inner lips. He slid all the way down and lightly probed her back opening.
She could feel herself reacting, the crazy tingles where she expected them- but extending places she did not, including her backside. It was more than just the amazing bundle of nerves she had previously experienced. Once the engorging began it spread. It throbbed. It... Oh Lord!
Her breathing had sped up considerably.
She moved her hand to his hair.
'You are so sweet,' he murmured, 'literally sweet, like flowers, pink flowers, sweet pink flowers...' His hands softly rubbed her feet as his lips and tongue explored her with an agonizing slowness. Her fingers tangled in his hair she tilted his head and saw the gleam in his as his tongue and teeth made the lightest contact with her clitoris.
She shrieked with glee as she was hit by a short, hard orgasm.
He laughed and continued to work his tongue into her folds. His hands left her feet and parted her gently while he spoke reverently. 'It's almost better then intercourse actually, you filling all five of my senses... the taste of your nectar, the smell, hearing you shout, the feel of your thighs tensing around me so tightly, the sight of you overcome by pleasure all because of me...' he groaned, 'oh GOD you're luscious' just as his tongue finally entered her.
This time the tension built slowly and lasted longer. The knot inside her spread slowly as she began to shake, his mouth quickened its pace and she shouted lustily. His hand resting on her mound, his thumb stroked her clitoris as his tongue probed her deeply, methodically. She lifted her hips, he stayed with her, continuing with that maddening, fascinating rhythm. She cried out one final time as she collapsed, spent. He pushed back her knees and continued to drink her deeply for a moment, then he too stopped.
Once she caught her breath she opened her eyes to find him kneeling between her thighs. He was smiling wistfully as he wiped her from his face, gazed at her wickedly as he sucked the tip of each of his fingers. Her eyes followed his hands down his torso and came to rest on his erection. He stared into her eyes as he gently stroked himself.
'Was that good, Willow?'
She delightedly laughed in reply.
He smiled fondly, 'Glad to hear it. Want to stop?'
She grinned and shook her head.
'Sit up.'
She knelt facing him; she knew he wanted her to touch him. She wanted to touch him.
She tilted her head to the side and giggled as she ran both hands down his chest, leaned in and flicked his nipples with her tongue. 'See, did I make you wait? No, I am a good girl and went straight for my goal...'
He cut her short with a grin, 'So, you're saying I'm bad, are you?'
'Hell yes,' she laughed as he pulled her off of her haunches and closer to him. She ran her hand over the curve of his hip and gently began to stroke his penis pressed between their stomachs. 'This right?'
'Oh yes. You can do that a little harder.'
She stroked him harder and began to lie back on their sweet little bed of velvet and hay.
He followed her down, his eyes meeting hers before he kissed her sweetly on the lips. She parted her legs for him to fit between them as her lips and tongue explored his. His hands stroked her breasts as they shifted toward each other.
She went rigid.
He froze and looked at her beneath him. Her eyes were tightly shut, she was holding her breath. He cursed Angelus under his breath. 'It isn't going to hurt, Willow, not even a little'
'I know,' she said bravely, 'just do it'
'I'll not 'just do it!' he said with growing anger, his soft lips on her own making clear who the anger was NOT directed at. 'Not a single thing happens that you don't absolutely revel in.' He calmed down, 'let's stop.'
'No!' she said, her eyes beginning to well up, 'no, I want this, I want you...'
'Shh shh shhhhh, don't cry now, chin up. C'mere, let's try this,' he said as he rolled onto his back and brought her with him so she straddled his waist. 'You set the pace... I won't move a muscle.... just put my hands where you want them.'
She caught her breath, 'Rub my back?'
'Gladly'
She rest her head in the crook of his neck for a while. It just fit so perfectly there. His cool, soothing, hands once again worked their magic on her body. Soon she relaxed and pushed herself over enough to kiss that lovely mouth. Slowly, she shifted backward until he could feel his tip just pressing against her. She stiffened slightly again.
'May I?' he asked as his left hand came forward. She nodded as his thumb softly entered her folds. His other hand slid behind her, his fingertips barely touching her inside. 'You are very wet, Willow, very ready,' he whispered, 'just take it slow.'
He blew her a kiss as she slid slowly back.
Mmmm he felt good, oh yes... She was ready... this was wonderful... Wonderful. He was quite large, and yet as she slid back onto him it was a pleasurable sensation of fullness and movement as she rocked her sweetest flesh against his. She licked her lips as she slowly shifted back further and experimented... holding still... raising her hips... rocking... gripping him inside of her...
He moaned beneath her.
She sped up, going further, rubbing her hands along his smooth white pecs and leaning over to kiss him on the chin... the forehead... the lips...
His hands reached up to her breasts.
She continued to move and gasped as his hands caressed her oh so lightly along the sides... underneath.... His four fingers clutched her back while his thumbs teased the surprisingly sensitive skin beneath her arms.
His hands slid down her back to her bottom and softly parted her so she could draw him deeper and he began to lift his hips to meet her on each stroke.
'Harder' she demanded, 'harder Spike!'
He laughed as he flipped her onto her back and began to softly thrust into her deeply.
Sweet Lord!
He shifted his weight... rocked his hips against her... took her fingertips in his mouth and moaned as he moved his tongue in time with his strokes.
She moaned as well... and gasped... once she came close to a 'meww'....
They both began to cry out in earnest, gripping one another as she began to tremble.
'Put your hand down Willow, touch yourself,' he said huskily, his thrusts nudging her middle finger against her erect clitoris. 'Tell me you'll come for me? While I'm inside of you? Tell me you will?' he cooed in the softest of whispers, 'say... 'yes.'
'yes'
'yes??'
'Yes!'
'Yes???'
'YES! YES! YES SPIKE! YES,' she shouted, again and again, 'YES SPIKE! Agghhh YES! YES!'
He laughed joyously as she writhed, moaned as she gripped him, 'Oh Willow!, pretty pretty Willow' he slowed his thrusts as she came off her peak. He gazed down at her as he continued to move slowly within her. She was lying so still, breathing softly, eyes closed, smiling...
She began to whisper, 'Come for me William, sweet sweet William...'
He chuckled.
'I'm not the only pink flower in our little red bed am I, Sweet William?' she opened her eyes and wrinkled her nose at him, 'mad at me, hmm?'
'Oh terribly,' he feigned, 'dreadfully angry, enraged even.'
'Guess you'd better fuck the hell out of me, huh?' she teased.
He laughed, 'wicked girl,' he cradled her head in his hands and gave her a smouldering look, his jaw relaxed, his tongue just peeking out, running along his upper teeth.
Eyes locked on hers he began to pound her, hard. Very hard. They were both grunting, gasping. Spike shifted his hands to either side of her head and pushed himself upward. Willow wrapped her legs around his waist, gripping him with all her might.
He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and pushed her knees up to her chest, his pace never slowing. He smirked as he put two fingers in her gasping mouth, she sucked on them hungrily while he continued to pound her.
'Come for you?' he asked.
She nodded.
He slowed his pace, her muscles unclenched, 'My face'll change, you know that?'
She bit his fingers and grinned.
'Fine,' he removed his fingers and reached for her backside, 'If I come you come...'
His fingers plunged sweetly into her as he picked up pace again. He was moaning deeply, gutturally, practically growling. She was squirming with delight, shouting his name....
Spike's face changed and he began to roar. Willow threw her head back to scream but had no voice.
Later on he stroked her hair and marveled at her warm breath as he drifted off. They fell asleep smiling, entangled in one another, her face tucked once again in the crook of his neck.
The slept like babies as a hypodermic needle was slipped into their flesh.
~Part: 7~ Hell's Disco Ball
White
White
White
Very bright. Too bright. Even with eyes closed. Can't find hands to cover... too bright.
Half her mind is screaming because she hurts. Hurt and can't move. Here comes that growly voice again...
'Oh yes! Agghhh! Scream again, don't move your head, look straight ahead.'
Her eyes begin to focus. She sees red hair, her own hair. A few feet away- or below? she's facing down? more red hair? a red-haired girl? Herself? A reflection! A mirror!
'Arch your back, Kitten, Oh that's the stuff!'
Another mirror, across from her, herself again. Her hands aren't lost! Just cuffed to the table? bed? platform? It's a mirror too, maybe just glass.
'Scream, bitch!'
She screams. Her head flies back, another her, another mirror! With a Willow and a Willow and a Willow and a Willow.... her face, her bare back, images in images. Red and white and black and blue. She screams once more when the hands she feels on her hips move to her breasts and begin to tighten. But she's alone alone alone alone... again and again and alone.
'Aggggghhhhhhh YES!'
And the cold fluid hits her back, her thighs, and she falls down again.
Cold and heavy on her back again, pressing her down, whispering in her ear with that growly voice...
'Isn't this fun baby doll? Just you and me? You're one tight little wench you know that? Goddamn do you thrash.'
Cold kisses and teeth on the back of her neck... she can feel them. She KNOWS they are there but the room is still to bright to see, she can't see anything but red and white and black and blue...
'Do you like your pretty new room? I made it just for you. I can see you all at once... see you move for me, see you twist your little dance for me.'
She feels the hands tug through her hair, ruffling it. Moist kisses on her shoulders and biting again. Her temples are being rubbed.
'Such a good girl really. So sweet and flexible. Will you keep your eyes open this time? For more than a few minutes? I'm afraid I gave you too much medicine.' He mussed. 'What was I thinking giving both the same amount? I must have been confused... you've been confused for a while now but a good girl anyway. I'm so glad you woke up!'
She feels kisses that would be affectionate were they not so icy.
And then a very hard smack across her ass.
'But you were a very BAD girl to play so much without me. Such naughty children that they had to be separated. He woke right up after I took you away... hey! maybe I reversed the syringes! Oops!' He laughed. 'Boy was he pissed off! So mad to be chained up and fucked.' He continues, sounding as if he is pouting, 'when did he stop being fun? Huh? He used to LOVE me to ream him so hard and now it just makes him mad at me.'
She feels two fingers shoved roughly into her vagina. She is wet, but it still hurts.
'He really likes you better now.'
Three fingers.
'I'll undo your cuffs, but you have to do just what I say. Only look straight ahead'
Suddenly, she is unlocked and flipped on her back. Staring straight up. The fangs are on her breasts, the ridges pressed into her sternum. The three fingers shoved into her again.
Then four.
'You bad girl!' he shouts with glee as she feels the jerk and his whole hand forces its way in.
She screams, howls really. She feels her nipples rubbed between his teeth as his hand works inside of her.
'Bad girl! Does it hurt? Gods do you grab me while you scream! Aggggh! Come for me! Isn't it wonderful? I get to lie right here, with your breasts in my mouth and watch you come so clearly. I could hardly see you blow the boy, this is so much better!'
His other hand begins to massage her clitoris, begins to work her into that tizzy.
'Oh, I can see the tremble! This is fantastic! It starts at your hips,' he rubs her harder, 'Oh you are so wet. I nearly tear you in half and you get so wet, oh yeeeesssss, oh you are mine- you are all mine' He continues to rub and thrust his hands with the same rhythm, faster then suddenly dropping off to achingly slow. He wraps his lips around her left nipple and whispers... 'Come'
She can see herself as she does. She could see her breasts compressed against her chest, see them twitch where the teeth are pressing them. Sees her legs spasm yet not thrash as they are pinned down by the invisible weigh...
Oh God! And she tips over her edge, shaking and moaning until she is completely spent.
Wet hands come up to hold her face and her sight is filled with Angelus' visage. His beautiful eyes turn brown. He smiles that heavenly smile and as if with great relief whispers one word, 'Willow.' As he leans in to kiss her he bites open his lower lip.
She wraps her mouth around it and sucks while he moans until she falls asleep.
****
'Spike, would you relax already? She's just fine. Sheesh, you'd think I'd never done this before...' he said with an exaggerated casualness as he smacked the back of the head of the vampire handcuffed to the wheel chair.
'You haven't. NO ONE HAS, sure she was dead 'til I heard her screamin,' Spike said with disgust.
'I told you I'm not going to vamp her.'
'Thought you'd just plain killed her,' snapped Spike.
Angelus grabbed Spike by his swollen jaw and glared at him, 'You're getting awfully mouthy, BOY.'
Spike laughed ruefully, 'You've overplayed your hand, Sir,' he said, dropping his head into a submissive pose and gazed at his sire with upturned eyes, 'beat me much more and I'll not be worth fuckin' for a good long while. You're not likely to give up your pretty boy now are you?'
'Don't tempt me,' Angelus growled. 'And when the hell did you get so soft on humans? You sound like Soul-boy.'
'When?' Spike said, his anger recklessly surfacing again, 'When? When you pointed to her on the bed and declared her our new pup that's WHEN.'
Angelus chuckled, 'You are such a sap you know that? And a damn easy mark when it comes to your baby girls. Did I kill Dru? hmmm? No. And she's a damn sight tougher than Drusilla...'
'Dru's plenty tough,' Spike interrupted, 'and you nearly did finish her off in those first days, she still has nightmares...'
'As do you,' jumped in Angelus, 'as do I'
'We wake up from our bad dreams... Sir,' Spike set his jaw and ceased to speak, before he overplayed his own hand.
Too disgusted to even smack the boy Angelus turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.
****
So silent here, only me.
Sooooo quiet, me and my breath. Do I get to move my hands today? She lifts them tentatively and when they actually raise she runs them through her hair.
She feels the fingers again and immediately trains her eyes forward. Forward is up this time, forward is up.
And then forward is just plain forward as she is quickly lifted to her knees and the fingers enter her anus, two maybe three, hard enough to cause a small tear... she can smell the blood.
****
Spike dozed off in his wheelchair, nothing else really to do. Now that he was handcuffed to it he couldn't even move around in the bloody contraption. He had the dream.
They all had the dream, sometimes. His was lovely - at first. His Dru saw him and rescued him from his middling existence. Took him away to a world full of people and places he'd never even dared to long for - and made him a Prince in it. Maybe it was his long ago poet that found her ramblings far more lovely than absurd, the dark beauty of his existence was something he had never once taken for granted.
But dying, even in the arms of his love, had been agony - terrifying agony. Mortals probably get to forget the wrenching tear of their deaths, it slips away in the paradise they are always on about. Immortals, however, see it and hear it fully as it grips them. And then, as it recedes at the demons entrance, Death's resentful shriek at being foiled rings out so loudly as to echo forever in the dreams of it's lost victims.
Sometimes his death dream contained flashes of his Mate's. Her own screams of resentment mingling with Death's as he was torn from her longing grasp. Her agony of dying ending not with an embrace but with the blood of the Sisters of her Order being fed to her from the cock of the monster who had torn them limb from limb.
Spike woke rattled. He consoled himself as he always did. Death could scream but it had lost. Drusilla was now the gifted disciple of the darkness that had made her. And, unlike that dark night so long ago, she now had a champion.
****
Sometimes when the hands come it is just for a few minutes. Sometimes it is for longer.
Today she is placed on her hands and knees. When the hands grab her hipbones she hears strange laughter. They hands push her open while still holding her hips. The hands start to poke her inside... spank her..... They grab her breasts as well and she knows there are more than two hands. She cries out.
The laughter grows very loud.
She hears voices teasing her, telling her to 'look! look!' but she knows better. Eyes ahead. Still too bright to see anyone but herself...
The teasing turns to groaning, a first cold splash. The hands get very rough and hurt a lot. There are more splashes. More hands. More pinches and scratches and slaps. And splashes. The splashes all have laughs and shouts and rough rough hands.
They rub her till she shakes. Pinch her till she shakes. Poke her till she shakes. She gasps and the laughter rises again.
She is trying not to cry. She'd close her eyes but then she'd hear the hiss and feel the slash and she doesn't want that again. One time was enough. She bites her lip to not cry. She bites her lip until the split re-opens and it bleeds...
And there he is with a beautiful smile that fills his eyes with love. He takes her face in his wet hands and as he takes her bloody lip in his mouth all the hands turn to mouths...
And they feel very very good.
****
Angelus was grinning again. The cut on his lip was back. He looked satisfied as he wheeled Spike's chair toward the room that he'd been stomping in and out of now for several days. 'You make a sound, Boy, and I roll you out at dawn. Don't open the curtain until you hear the noise start.'
Soon, he heard his Sire growling and after another moment he reached up and drew open the heavy drape. Spike blinked uncomfortably as his eyes adjusted to the glare. Willow was nude and straddling a reclining Angelus, her hands were on his chest for balance as she fucked the hell out of him. She stared intently ahead.
Spike adjusted his position as quietly as he could only to see a mirror reflecting a thousand images of the pale red-haired form and nothing else-lit up like the sun and maddeningly empty of any feature was a mirrored chamber.
Spike watched as his Sire reached up abruptly and grasped her breasts roughly. She screamed as much from the shock as from the touch. He watched Angelus jump up and throw her onto her stomach. With her eyes riveted ever forward, she didn't see a thing but herself wildly spinning. Before she could even catch her breath he slid her back onto his raging erection, alternating every few rough strokes between her openings. She pushed up on her hands, still staring forward, and began to laugh wildly as his hand slid forward from her hip to her clitoris. With a few quick strokes she was finished and dropped back onto her stomach, her head over the edge of the glass table.
Quickly the large vampire circled the table and dropped to his knees, and, at last in her sight, took her lovely face in his hands. Tears sprang to her eyes as he buried his lips into her hair, sweetly muttering her name over and over. She kissed his face gratefully and when he rose to his feet once again she impaled her mouth on his erection and, with her fingernails digging into his ass, deep-throated him to climax. When she was done he lifted her into his arms like a babe and, biting open his lip, kissed her and rocked her while she suckled herself to sleep.
****
'Not bad, eh, Boy?' Angelus asked smugly as he strode into the room dressed in the short black silk robe, 'Told you she was fine.'
Angelus dropped down between Spike's knees and stroked the worn, taut denim as he spoke, 'She fucks like a champ, drinks reflexively, practically dives on me at the sight of my face. I haven't had a childe this devoted since you.' He smiled seductively, 'Don't be angry. Don't I always know best? C'mon... we'll have so much fun the three of us, her gripping our cocks while she screams like a banshee.'
Spike gave a half smile as Angelus continued.
'I knew you couldn't stay mad,' Angelus began to unbuckle Spike's belt, unbutton his fly, stroke the taught fabric with one finger, 'We have fun, don't we, boy? I know you can't come out and raise hell for a while yet... so I brought a little home to you. I realize I've been hogging Dru, but how long has it been since I've tasted our sweet, mad, lady? Decades?' The fingers of his right hand lightly wrapped around Spike's erection, his thumb grazed the tip, 'True they can't play together, but they should be enough for the two of us... as if we ever needed anybody else?' Angelus leaned in and closed his lips over Spike's tip, running his tongue circularly, roughly nipping the foreskin.
Spike leaned back and closed his eyes. This was a rare pleasure, and nobody could suck cock like his Sire.
He'd been played, he knew all along he was being played. This was an elaborate old dance between the two of them and they still knew their parts well. He would be amply rewarded for waking the girl's passion.
Angelus continued to massage him deeply in his throat when he felt sweet fingers rake through his hair, he smiled in recognition before he even opened his eyes, 'Dru...'
~Part: 8~ Things That Go Bump
'Spoike, Oi'ved missed you.' Drusilla leaned forward from behind Spike and began to kiss him across his forehead. 'Daddy says you are feeling better, says we can awl play now...'
'S'right, pet, much better now.' His hands reached up to her face, down her neck, along her collarbone and began to tease her pert breasts without a single conscious thought on his part. In unison he pinched her nipples and she nipped his ear.
Angelus continued administering Spike's reward. He was taking his time, bringing Spike slowly to the brink and easing him back repeatedly. It takes a big man to kneel between someone's legs for 20 minutes and still give every appearance of utter dominance. As Spike panted he wondered why the hell that was - you'd think teeth on bits would trump kneeling...
'Da-dee,' she sang, 'keep doing that, moi Spoikey loikes it... his fingers tremble like frightened canaries on me... tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet...'
She continued to trill as she slid behind Spike's ear and slit him with a fang. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she sucked him and widened the wound with her tongue.
He could smell her increasing wetness.
His Sire had slid Spike's jeans to his boots and was making marvelous use of his enormous mouth. His hands gripped Spike's ass tightly as he deepthroated his balls along with his cock. The level of suction one vampire could exert to the pleasure of another in this capacity was agonizingly beyond the comprehension of mortals.
Drusilla's perfectly soft icy white fingers unbuttoned Spike's shirt and her nails slashed the Tee beneath to shreds. He sighed weakly as she released his neck and needlessly caught his breath as her mouth began to work it's way down his chest. She elegantly snaked her torso the length of his until her feet left the floor and her slim hips rested on his shoulder.
Drusilla and Angelus were soon eye to eye and Spike's cock was released briefly as they kissed.
The smell of her arousal, practically within licking distance now, made Spike's entire body flinch.
Knowing the inspiration for her lover's reaction she shifted her hip gently against his cheek so he'd do it again. And again. And again.
Her lips pressed against their Sire's as they sped Spike toward his release. At the last possible second, Angelus released his Childe. With a shout Spike ejaculated on his own belly and the delighted face of Drusilla.
Grinning wickedly, Angelus slowly licked the two of them clean.
'Awright, kids, you've had your bath, it's time for bed.'
Dru giggled as she slid forward into Angelus' arms and curled up in them. She took Spike's feet into her lap and removed his boots and jeans. She began to suck his toes.
'I said 'time for bed' and I'm not saying it again!' He slapped Dru's ass playfully, 'get up and walk, I'm carrying your brother.'
Angelus lifted Spike out the wheelchair and cradled him in his powerful arms. Spike curled his head into Angelus' neck and flashed on the image of Willow in that same position not half an hour before. He lifted his eyes hopefully and was greeted with a wink and a bite as he was offered the same lower lip. He sucked greedily, eating for the first time in days.
Dru danced ahead of them to the master suite. Unselfconsciously as a child she slid out of her dress and flung herself across the big bed. Not owning any underwear this left her completely nude.
Angelus laid his parcel upon the bed as well and stripped off the rest of Spike's clothes. He stood and gazed in satisfaction at the two of them, so perfect and naked lying on white silk.
He slid out of his robe and laid it on the bench at the foot of the pencil posted bed. He lightly rubbed his hands over his muscular body as his smiling Childer waited, perfectly still, for him to come to them.
This could go on for a very long time.
It could, but it wouldn't. Angelus was fed up with patience, drained by moderation and well past the point of just wanting to lose all control. Sighing he closed his eyes and walked blindly to the armoire. As he released his neck and rolled his head across his shoulders he opened it, reached for the third hook on the inside of the left door, and closed his fingers around the handle of his bullwhip.
When he turned to face the bed, whip curled in his hands, Drusilla sprung to her knees clapping her hands and squealed with delight. Spike rolled onto his stomach with a forced casualness and threw a coy look over his shoulder.
Deadeyed, Angelus gave the six feet of braided leather a good crack. They both flinched. His game face came up. This was a fun game.
He wasn't merely bragging when he claimed expertise with a whip, two hundred years of loving practice and it would come easily to even someone lacking his innate gift. He'd had one as a boy in Ireland. A whip was one of the few things he'd carry from town to town as his little brood made their way across Europe. He had even somehow convinced Soul-boy that it was a skill worthy of maintenance.
The trick was a deft and random hand. Clip them softly, crack one just above their faces, flay a back or thigh or waist. Keep it random, make it quick. Stay clear of the eyes 'cause even with vampires healing them can be a bitch. See how long they can keep their wrinklies from coming up... then see how long their demons can go without howling.
And once they do that bloody control can finally be lost. Those sweet white babies can get he beating they deserve until his arm is too sore to raise. He can fall on them and lap up the blood pooling in their wounds and fuck them raw while they beg him to stop, beg him for more, beg him to never leave them again.
They huddled together as he beat them, or rose to their knees and moved one in front of the other. He laughed. Half the time they were protecting one another, the other half they were hogging the lash for themselves.
Drusilla's squealed with glee as he grabbed her wrists in his free hand, tucked the whip under his arm and dragged her to her knees. He quickly tied her wrists to the bedpost with the belt from his robe. The wood pressed between her breasts was an enchanting sight and once they had been scored Spike would be permitted to feed. Such fun making the boy wince and drool simultaneously as Angelus repeatedly wrapped the lash around the writhing ecstatic woman. Her pleading cries of 'Daddy!' soon became incoherent as she clamped her thighs around the post and brought herself to climax from the wood and the whip.
Angelus curled the whip and laid it on the bench at the foot of the bed. He wrapped his arms around Spike's chest and held him up to the bleeding and sighing Drusilla. Dru's sighs turned to moans as Spike nibbled and licked.
Blood from the lash marks smeared Spike's chin and, with closed eyes and open mouth, he rest his forehead against her milky skin with that look of absolute reverence she so often inspired in him. Drusilla's big eyes looked down at him with more than a hint of possession as a smile played at her lips.
Trying to disturb the enthralled pair as little as possible, Angelus pinned Spike to the post with his body, freeing one hand with which to untie the Dru's wrists. He laid them on the bed, leaned against the post and silently watched them making love.
Though kept from her intimately for some weeks now, though her preparation to be fucked was evident, though hard to the point of what must be agony, Spike lay very still along side her and slowly ran his hands down Drusilla's body. Spike then placed the tip of his tongue at the part of her hair and smoothly ran it down her forehead, her nose, bisected her lips, over her chin and down her neck. He slowed almost imperceptibly at her softly vibrating voice box and continued to the hollow of her throat. His tongue slid down her sternum, between her breasts and began the trek down her long torso. He flicked once and lightly at her navel then moved into her downy hairs, and came to an abrupt stop at the parting of flesh just above her clit.
The until now placid Drusilla let out a howl of frustration and lust. She buried her hands in Spike's hair and Spike's face in her cunt. The two of them simultaneously went into vampire face as he devoured her sex and brought her quickly to a bed shaking orgasm that lasted several minutes. She had barely stopped howling when he did it again.
His thumbs along her cunt, his hands gripping her ass Spike pushed her open and plunged his enormous erection into his Dru with one violent thrust. He shouted in three languages as he fucked the hell out of her. Releasing her ass he grabbed her wrists and pinned them high above her head as he continued to pound and cried out in three more.
She freed one hand, slapped his face hard and began to kiss his mouth as if she were eating it. Angelus could smelled Spike's blood and realized there was no 'as if.' She drank greedily as they coupled like wild beasts.
Which they surely were.
It did Angelus' dead heart good seeing them so happy, so vicious. They tore at each other in a blur of fangs and nails, cock and cunt, blood and cum. They slapped and growled and bit and clawed and fucked. He'd missed this, missed them. They were his sweet wild childer and he was back. Soon they'd hunt together again and bring home treats for the baby in her shiny little nursery. Maybe he could take Willow to hunt some. Maybe they could teach Drusilla not to hurt her too much.
He sat down on the bench and watched as they continued fucking. He all but sighed as he leaned his head against the post and wrapped one hand around the handle of his whip. They were still going hard but would finish soon- the air was thick with their scents and Spike's was getting sharper by the minute.
Suddenly, Drusilla fell silent. Angelus knew what was happening, knew how she her body transformed for the powerful climax which would surely follow. He could feel it as if it were himself within her. She fell silent, stopped moving, closed her eyes and became quite limp as the muscles of her arms, legs and cunt relaxed utterly.
Spike froze.
The pause was electric, the timing was critical but Spike's was exquisite. At just the right moment Spike slid his arms under Drusilla's back and clutched her head lightly in his hands and softly sheathed himself in her. Slowly he slid out of her and repeated the motion. Dru's eyes filled with tears and opened wide as he continued moving slowly, methodically within her. She parted her lips and would have wrapped her arms around him hungrily had she the strength to raise them.
Then it came, Angelus could feel it. As limp as she had just been was a rigid as she became as the wave rolled through her body shaking them both. The muscles in Spike's shoulders and ass released as he let out an endless groan into the body of his angel. Vicious, demanding Drusilla literally mewed like a kitten as she trembled. The two of them collapsed and their faces returned to human state. They lay on their sides locked in their coital embrace.
The lash caught them both deeply across the hip.
They were so spent they didn't even react. It took the third and deepest strike for a growl to rise up in Spike and take over his human visage. He ferally snapped at his Sire and wrapped his body defensively around his still shaking mate. The lash snaked beneath him and clipped her barely exposed belly. Maddened by rage Spike launched himself at his Sire and was beaten back ferociously.
Control had been lost.
The weak and sexually exhausted Spike didn't stand a chance against his armed Sire. Any sense of deft and random had disappeared as he savagely beat the boy. A lash across the shoulder spattered blood onto the face of the still placid Drusilla. She wiped her face and smiled as she sucked her fingers and blew kisses to her Daddy. Angelus parted the two with a few strokes and drove the bleeding Spike to the far corner of the bed.
Drusilla squealed with glee as Spike was pinned against the headboard. She continued to giggle madly as Angelus flipped her over with his free arm, pulled her hips to his own and impaled her cunt. Three quick thrusts and he switched to her ass. Her head dropped forward between her arms and as she panted he glared at Spike, daring him to make eye-contact, daring him to claim her.
Drusilla writhed and moaned as she was fucked. After several moments of not being challenged Angelus dropped his whip, grabbed Spike by the ankles and dragged him forward. Angelus was pleased to see how aroused his childe was and pushed a delighted Drusilla's cunt onto her sweet boy's cock as he continued to ride her ass. She sighed and Spike groaned when Angelus moved out of her ass and into his.
He slid out of one and into the other again and again as they shouted and coupled beneath him. He held them in his to his chest and licked their wounds as they begged and he fucked them raw.
They drifted off, entwined and sated, to sleep the sleep of the dead.
***
Spike felt the scream before he heard it.
He opened his eyes seeing through Drusilla's - wrapped in white and covered in blood, torn and used and pinned beneath the monster.
Angelus slapped her once, it didn't help. Spike blocked the second one.
'You know that won't work if the first one didn't,' Spike snapped.
'Has all this month.' Angelus replied.
Spike grabbed the hysterical woman to his chest and shouted, 'All this MONTH! How many, Angelus... HOW MANY TIMES!'
'You're gonna get it boy...'
'HOW MANY TIMES!'
'Three... this is the fourth...'
Spike struggled to restrain Drusilla as he looked his Sire in the eye and spoke with a dangerous calm, 'Go get the tea.'
Angelus began to bitch, 'You and the damn tea... just going to knock her out cold for a week and a half and make her completely inedible, I would have to do ALL the hunting...
'get. the. tea.'
'... we'll have to feed her like a damn infant and wipe her down every twenty minutes or she'll soak the sheets with sweat...'
'the. tea. Now.'
'... what the hell kind of poison makes a vampire sweat anyway? What crazy Gypsy did you get this shit from in the first place...'
Angelus' words trailed off at the sight of Spike's eyes gone completely black.
'Now.'
'You'll pay.' Angelus whispered as he backed off of the bed, put on his robe, and went swiftly to the kitchen.
Spike let go of his hysterical girl and moved away slowly... his instinct was to clutch her, but now, with Angelus gone, she was better off not being touched at all.
His fingertips fondled the tips of her hair as he began the chant...
Her mind rushed into his and replaced his words with her own.
She'd found them in the chapel, awl the sweet sisters, dead. Dead and desecrated. Raped and mangled by the monster, her monster... She fell to her knees, began to pray.
'Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum...'
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee
He appeared.
'But not with Thee girl, not with THEE...'
He grabbed her about the waist, he waded through their bodies, he laid her on the altarcloth. She continued to pray.
' benedicta tu in mulieribus,..'
blessed art thou amongst women
He climbed upon her, pushed up her novice's robes, his hands wrapped the width of her slim thighs as he dragged them apart.
'et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus.'
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
'The fruit of THY womb will be DEATH girl'
He roared as he forced himself into her body, her body dry with terror and guilt. She didn't scream but continued to pray...
'Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.' Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our deaths.
He moved his face between her legs to drink her virgin's blood before it was all wasted on the intricately embroidered white linen. His fangs rose up and he drank her dry as she moaned her final, mortal word...
'Amen'
Spike was shaking. Maybe they wouldn't overtake her now had she given up and screamed then? But, no, she had prayed, with her last breath she had begged for deliverance. If those prayers had worked he'd never seen it.
Death hadn't been powerful enough to deliver her. The first blood to stream down her throat had come - not as sweet deliverance but stealing her from precious death - mingled with terror and cum.
He slapped his own face in an effort to clear his head, he had to do the chant...
Dizelo uhm bakh dizela...
Homzulo uhm bakh homzulem...
It wasn't Romani, Angelus you Gypsy fixated fool, it was Fyarl... it was a three thousand old Fyarl medicine woman who had given him the herbs and the chants to Drusilla's worst terrors. It had been a bloody quest, Angelus, you stupid git, to find a creature who could unlock the means of sooting his precious...
Dizelo uhm bakh dizela...
Homzulo uhm bakh homzulem...
Hahzhoh dah bakh dehahzhoh
Azulay dep hehm
Sleep of the sleeping...
Death of the dead...
Peace for the haunted
Freedom from dread
Spike's eyes glowed black. His head swayed in time with the chant. Drusilla's lips began to move in time to the chant in the midst of her screams. She wouldn't chant truly until she had the tea... where the fuck was Angelus with the sodding TEA!
But Spike bit it back, he had work to do.
Dizelo uhm bakh dizela...
Homzulo uhm bakh homzulem...
Hahzhoh dah bakh dehahzhoh
Azulay dep hehm
Zechmem bahk feefohs
Dafhmam dep mehm
Wipe the dark memories
Clean from her head
Spike felt the hot teacup, felt his fingers close about it, felt for her lips, placed the tea to them...
Two sips and she too chanted.
Two more and he felt her eyes black.
The swayed and she drained the china. They chanted softly and collapsed.
~Part: 9~ And In the End...
The spell wiped Spike out too. He really wasn't much of a witch. He woke about an hour before sunset to find Angelus making a big loud point of dressing for a night on the town. Big nonce even made a production of bringing in the wheel chair loaded down with soap and water and Dru's tea for the night at the veeery last minute- as if he'd almost forgotten.
Fat chance.
Spike knew he'd pay for his little assertion of will, but Angelus wasn't going to try and pull anything until Drusilla was better- he just didn't have the patience to deal with an invalid.
'Hush, pet... s'alright now.' He shifted her as she muttered. Spike gave her a sip of the tea and she quieted. He needed to be careful not to give her too much... once he had and had spent the balance of the winter re-teaching her the English language. Can't go wiping too many memories. Two hours later she'd have the sweats. Once he washed her off he would repeat the chant and go back to sleep.
It was if he'd just closed his eyes when the giggling woke him up about an hour before dawn. At the foot of the bed was Angelus with a finger to his lips and a giddy, blind-folded Willow riding his hip in a parochial school uniform. Could the man be more trite? Really, powerful stuff that Catholic guilt... 200 years since he did anything with a priest but eat him and he still kinks this way... unbelievable...
Continuing his 'shushing' motion, Angelus carried the blindfolded girl around to the side of the bed where Drusilla lay. 'I have a surprise, baby. Guess who it is!' He asked as he knelt on one knee and laid Willow's hands on Dru's placid face.
'Ooooohhh... She's cold! Pretty too. It's Drusilla isn't it?' she said in awe, 'It's Dru! It's Dru!' she bounced gleefully astride Angelus thigh.
Laughing, Angelus took off the blindfold, 'That's right, precious. Now, don' t wake her! She isn't feeling well... but I thought you might like to visit. Did you bring her present?'
Willow nodded solemnly and reached into her school satchel. She brought out a tiny white hand, a cold, dead mirror image of her own - down to the freckles on the knuckles. Angelus bit the fingertip and they pressed it to Drusilla's lips. She began to suck reflexively.
When the blood was gone, Willow said in a childlike voice, 'That should make her feel better. Can I give her a kiss?'
'Of course you can.'
Willow leaned down and kissed Drusilla passionately, smearing blood from dinner on both of their faces from nose to chin.
Angelus stroked Willow's hair and finally acknowledged Spike's presence. 'Another treat, little Will, look...'
Was it fair to say her eyes looked dead? Maybe he was just upset with Angelus disturbing Dru. Maybe he was just annoyed by the school girl fetish or the giggling or the fact that someone besides him was 'little Will...'
But she hadn't noticed him, lying not two feet away, until he was pointed out...
'Tell Spike what we did.'
She scrambled across Drusilla onto the bed. 'We went hunting. I helped. I was bait.' She giggled and continued, 'We went to the college and I drank a whole bunch of shots with these three big guys...' Spike tuned out the rest. It wasn't exactly revolutionary strategy.
As she continued speaking she moved toward him until she straddled his bare thighs. Her flesh was so delightfully hot. Angelus moved to the foot of the bed and stood behind her. She continued her story as her skirt was lifted and squirmed as his fingers worked their way into her clothing.
'Tell him what we ate.'
'McDonalds. I got a Big Mac. Daddy got the drive-thru girl. We split the fries...'
Spike could feel her wetness through the thin cotton of her underpants. She continued chattering as Angelus' broad hand on her back pressed her forward and up onto her hands and knees. He smiled at Spike as he gathered her skirt up in his hand to expose a flash of white beneath. He kept smiling at Spike as he undid his leather pants and winked as he slid her panties to the side and pushed himself into her.
Willow stopped talking and moaned. They rocked into each other. After a few minutes he pulled her upright and began unbuttoning her blouse as he moved within her. When his hands unhooked the front of her bra and enveloped her breasts her head lolled back to his chest and stayed there.
Spike could smell her arousal, see her gasp as their Sire worked her flesh. One hand raised her skirt and held her too him as the other reached beneath sodden, white cotton. It came out so very wet and she increased the pace of her movements against him as his big hand painted her writhing body with the glistening proof of her ecstasy.
Angelus placed his hand between Willow's shoulder blades and pushed her face down to Spike's. She buried her hands in his hair and her sweet hot mouth sucked his in time with their Sire's thrusts. Angelus reached down and lifted Spike's hands and the two of them reached inside her open blouse to fondle her small breasts.
Angelus pulled out of Willow and pressed her onto the now erect Spike. She smiled and pressed against the hand Spike moved to her crotch. Spike could feel Angelus' hand as well, gathering her moisture again, lubricating her ass. The pressure when his Sire worked his way into her as well was astonishing, nearly painful... and he looked at Willow's face to see how she was doing.
She wasn't looking back. She was facing him, eyes open, but she wasn't looking back. Dead-eyed. Dead-eyed. She'd done it before this week, each time it had lasted a little longer. This time it wasn't ending. Come to think of it, when had it begun this time? He tried to recall an expression besides giggling or lust that had crossed her face since they'd entered the room and he couldn't.
Angelus began to speak, 'Come for me kitten, that's it, grab me.' His hand pushed past Spike's and he manipulated her clit roughly. 'Good girl, good little fuck, that's the way.'
Her breathing sped up.
Spike took Willow's face in his hands and tried to make eye-contact. Nothing. She kept panting. Angelus slapped her ass. Nothing. Spike found her hand, rubbed his thumb along the palm... nothing. Angelus began to shout.
Drusilla stirred next to them.
Damn!
Spike began to mutter as he reached for Dru's hair:
Hahzhoh dah bakh dehahzhoh...
Azulay dep hehm...
Hahzhoh dah bakh dehahzhoh...
Azulay dep hehm, Azulay dep hehm, Azulay dep hehm...
Freedom from dread, freedom from dread, freedom from dread...
His eyes flickered black, Drusilla sighed, Willow blinked... Willow BLINKED.
'Willow' he whispered...
She blinked again.
Spike rubbed his thumb in her palm. She gripped it. Tears filled her eyes. He pushed her hair off of her face and cupped her cheek with his other hand, she gave him a half smile...
Angelus roared, came hard, shook the bed. Willow followed. Spike gasped as her muscles clenched around him and followed suit.
And Drusilla sat bolt upright, eyes black, howling like a she-wolf.
Startled, Angelus staggered backward and caught himself on the bed-post.
Willow began to sob and Spike hid her face in his neck as Drusilla's screams drowned our her tears.
Angelus looked at the door as if to leave and reached for Willow...
Still black-eyed, Drusilla went into vampire face and snapped at Angelus. Nearly caught his hand, could have taken a finger off...
'Just go, I'll get her, she'll be fine,' shouted Spike over the din.
'But Willow...'
'I've got her, it's ok... go, you're making it worse...'
As soon as Angelus was out the door Spike put down Willow... reached for the tea... began the words... rocked Drusilla...
Dru's face returned to human form. She slipped into unconsciousness and he laid her on the pillows.
Willow was having a good cry on her side of the bed. Through the broken sobs, he could hear two words over and over: "Buffy." "Angelus." Oh, God.
What was he going to do? Maybe he shouldn't have brought Willow around, but how the hell could he have left her like that? On the verge of madness? He'd be better soon, he could take care of them both.
He could. If Angelus would let him. Which he wouldn't. The girls wouldn't either for that matter.
He could turn Willow. Right here and now he could make her an actual vampire and she'd be able to care for herself and keep her mind intact- assuming it still was.
Then Angelus would stake him out for the dawn. And who would keep an eye on Dru?
He could let Willow go. Angelus wasn't going to be back until he'd slept and hunted, they'd have plenty of time for her to escape- if she'd do it.
And then what? The Slayer comes with a vengeance and burns the place to the ground. Not good. Spike dead again.
'Spike,' Willow whispered, 'Spike, I'm thirsty.'
'Cryin'll do that, luv,' he said absently.
'What's in the thermos?'
The hairs pricked on the back of Spike's neck. The thermos, the tea. It would likely kill a mortal... 'what kind of poison makes a vampire sweat,' what kind indeed! Would do the trick though if it didn't... knock her out cold 'till the sun was safely up, keep her from running back, confuse her enough that she'd forget what had transpired in the last eight days...
If it didn't kill her.
She was curled up beside him, waiting for an answer.
So WHAT if he killed her? He's a VAMPIRE, killing pretty girls was his stock in trade!
Pretty girls. HIS girl. No, he'd made a promise to protect, a promise he had every intention of keeping. Could he let her continue to suffer like this though? Let his bastard Sire drive another one mad? Where had Drusilla's wolf come from... that had never happened before. And why had it driven Angelus away from Willow?
Spike felt the hairs rise on his neck again, but this time it was something else entirely. Sunrise, about a quarter hour. He'd have to decide now.
'Yes, Willow, you can have some tea, but we have to do something first.'
He put on the black robe and got into the chair. He told her to take her bag and follow him. He could barely look at her.
When they got to the kitchen he gave her a clean dish towel and told her to wash and button up.
He pulled himself up and took some of the herbs drying on the windowsill. Jimsonweed and deadly nightshade - those counteracted the visions and affected memory. Hellebore and willow bark for the pain. Willow bark, heh, maybe it was a sign that this could work.... He shook his head and rushed onward... three or four others he couldn't remember the name or reason for. And, finally, a large hand full of pink petals... dianthaus barbatus, common name: sweet william. It served no known purpose and he'd often wondered if the old demoness was being poetic. He stuffed the greens into Willow's satchel.
'C'mon now, Luv, need you to do me a favor...'
They moved to the front door. Again he rose and unlatched the bolt at the top. He opened the door a crack, sat down, and placed Willow on his knee. He couldn't avoid her eyes any longer.
He composed himself, no use getting her anxious. 'Will you do as I say, Pet?'
She didn't reply.
He sighed as he pulled her to him and looked in her big brown eyes one final time. 'Trust me, Willow? D'ya trust me not to hurt you?'
She curled her cheek into the crook of his neck. 'Yes.'
'Repeat after me.'
The held each other, he did the chant, she repeated, they repeated together, their eyes blacked, he gave her two sips of the tea.
He opened the door, careful to stay back lest the rising sun catch him. Her breath was sweet on his neck and when he told her to stand his arms tightened for a moment before he could let go of her.
'Willow, run.'
She bent to kiss him one last time and bolted. She got about two hundred yards - down the yard, through the gardens, across the street - before he saw her collapse.
~EPILOGUE~
A local teenager, believed to have been missing for several days, was found unconscious at the edge of Crawford woods. She appears to have gotten lost while gathering plants for biology class.
Doctors at Sunnydale General speculate that in desperation she ate the gathered plants, some of which appear to have been poisonous. Fortunately, there were samples on her person and appropriate treatment was easily devised.
Additionally, according to the family, she is being treated for anemia, exhaustion and several dozen infected insect bites. She has no recollection of how or when she got lost and is expected to make a full recovery.
Angelus never knew.
Spike was beaten anyway, but Angelus never did figure out how and why the girl had unbolted the door and made her escape.
After the curse was reversed, he didn't know at all.
It appeared, Spike eventually found out, that when Angel mentioned 'grabbing Willow in the library' it was taken to mean the day she'd been saved by the Gypsy teacher. Between his fuzzy memories and her lack of them altogether nobody knew anything had happened that week Buffy had been away.
Spike knew.
He knew lots of things; when she finally came around in the hospital, her joy when she first made love with the wolf, the excitement as she began to study magic in earnest. He had recognized the leap in her gut when she met the blonde witch better than she had. He couldn't pass near her without checking her moon cycles...
Twice he'd gone to get her back.
The first time, he was so broken up over Dru he just couldn't do it. The second time, it was the chip. It killed him when he thought of her reaction to him... of course he wanted her.
He longed for her. In time he moved on. He did. Even lost his mind and fell in love with the Slayer.
But the night she cast that spell in the hospital... he saw her eyes black, felt her collapse, smelled her nose bleed. Something caught in his throat.
Had he put that darkness inside of her? How much would it end up hurting her? Had he saved her from Angelus only to lead her down a dark path of his own making...
THE END