DISCLAIMER: I am not Joss Whedon (note the lack of manliness...).
RATING: R-ish, I think.
PAIRINGS: W/S; A/W/S
DISTRIBUTION: anyone with other fic of mine, and MY site.
FEEDBACK: please.
DEDICATIONS: to Jeannette and Nat (for the site); also to:
NOTES: Comes after 'In Which Things Change'. Spike's not chipped anymore, Willow's a vampire. Angst-y wackiness ensues. * *= emphasis, and ' ' indicates sarcastic tones, or indicates an intended tone of 'so-called', both mentally and verbally.
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He'd been right, he told himself as he watched his only childe stalk
the night. She was glorious, and stunning, and entirely a natural! She
wore her human face with an amazing approximation of the slightly tarnished
innocence she'd borne as a breathing being, and obviously, the prey didn't
know enough to be suspicious. His eyes traveled hungrily over her smallish
pink-clad form, and he growled slightly at the inappropriate colour. Still,
she hadn't really had the chance to do any 'shopping', so he supposed he
couldn't blame her... yet. His lips twitched into a sly smirk, and he pushed
the question of her clothing from his mind, as she approached a young mother
walking fearfully near the end of Main Street. "Yes, pet," he murmured
to
himself silkily, "Take the happy meal... then I'll take *you*." His
brow creased for a moment before he clarified to himself. "But not in the
same way."
She could feel him watching her from the shadowed doorway; feel the weight of his eyes on her skin. Of course, that was mostly because he was her Sire, but even before he'd brought her to her destiny, she'd been able to feel his glances against her skin. They'd never made her this *hot* before, though. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, trying to sound flustered as she bumped into the woman carrying the small child. She smiled her 'sweet' Willow smile, and shyly lowered her eyes to the pavement.
Adrienne Grauschlecht tensed for a moment. She'd already been a bit worried about being out in Sunnydale after dark, but this girl... She held her child more tightly, her eyes taking in the sight of the pastel wearing girl who was too shy to even meet her eyes, and she smiled slightly. "It's all right, Miss," she said, "You just... startled me, is all." She ignored the sensation of danger in the back of her mind, and turned swiftly away.
Willow grinned wickedly at the woman's back before speaking again. "Um... I'm Willow," she said quietly, forcing her voice to squeak slightly. "Look, I... I know you don't know me, but... This town is so..." Her voice trailed off for a moment, and she shrugged when the youngish woman turned back to her. "I... would you mind if I walked with you? Safety in numbers, and all?"
Adrienne smiled and nodded. This little redhead was obviously no threat, and suddenly she felt a lot less worried. *She* would be the strong one! "That's a really good idea, Miss... Willow, did you say? What a pretty name, although I don't know what your parents were thinking. It's *unusual*, isn't it?" She shifted her daughter against her hip, and threw her now free arm around the redhead's shoulders. "It almost makes it sound like they thought you'd be something *special*!"
The newly-made vampire rolled her eyes in annoyance as the woman continued sharing her 'opinions', but she forced herself to smile and agree until they reached a relatively un-lit area beyond the main part of town. That was when she pulled away slightly and grinned at the mother's shocked gaze. Her true face slid swiftly to the fore, and she giggled softly. "But I *am* something special, bitch!" she announced, eyes glittering delightedly, "Just ask my Sire."
Adrienne's eyes flew to the stunningly handsome blond who stepped from the trees beside the sidewalk, her eyes begging for help as the no longer shy, quiet, *boring* girl yanked her head to the side and sank sharp, jagged teeth deep into her throat. Her nearly silent plea was ignored, however, as the man stepped closer, his eyes dancing in amusement.
"*Very* well done, luv," Spike purred with a smile. His childe was truly amazing; he might have to re-think his position on her place in his soon-to-be organization. She was sleek, and dangerous, and damned if she wasn't an incredible fuck. He truly hadn't expected *that* part, but as it turned out, it was true. She didn't hold back at all! His eyes glazed over slightly as he remembered the time they'd spent on the floor of the basement after feeding on the boys. She hadn't hesitated even the littlest bit at anything he'd wanted to do with her, and he'd never cum so hard in his life; not even in over a century with *Dru*! He listened closely to the part of his brain that was telling him he was being led about by his *other* head, but he didn't much care. *This* girl was not only sane, but powerful in her own right, if the taste within her dead blood was anything to go on. And sure, his cock was aching constantly for her tightness, but so what? He needed an outlet for his sexual needs, after all, and she was not only willing to *be* that, but eager, as well! And that power of hers would come in handy when he took over this bloody, stinking town! He moved closer, yanking the blanket-wrapped child from the quickly dying woman's grasp.
Willow grinned as she dropped the woman to the ground. "Thank you, Sire," she purred, running her tongue swiftly over her blood-stained teeth. Her eyes fastened on the bundle in Spike's arms, and she frowned. "I can... hear its heartbeat," she said slowly, "But..."
It was only then that he noticed the lack of body heat in the thing he held, and his brow furrowed in confusion as he pulled the blanket back to reveal... "A doll?" he said, baffled. He tossed the blue blanket to the ground, and examined the small, soft thing in his hands. "What's that beating sound, then?"
The redhead was equally baffled, but she stepped closer, none the less, and poked at the artificial child before turning it in her Sire's hands. "Velcro," she said shortly, pulling at the seam on the doll's back. She reached inside it, and when she pulled her hand back, she held a small tape recorder in her hand. "This is where the heartbeat is coming from," she said unnecessarily.
Spike dropped the 'child' beside the blanket, and scanned the darkness intently. "A set up, then."
"No..." she said quietly, well aware of the fact that they were alone in the night, "I think... I think she may have been insane."
He nodded slowly, knowing his childe was most likely right. "Well, she's dead now, so I suppose it doesn't matter, does it?" He wrapped one arm swiftly around her shoulders, and pulled her against his side. "And speaking of the dead..."
A sly sneer spread across her lips as she took in his raised eyebrow, and she giggled. "Yeah, I guess we *should* go see the gang..."
His hand slid down her back, coming to rest on her rounded bottom. "Later, pet," he purred, squeezing her cheek harshly. His grin grew wider at her suddenly lustful gasp, and he stepped away. "Why don't we go home?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Rupert Giles sighed angrily as his Slayer continued her bitching and moaning. He almost understood her annoyance with the missing redhead, but he also understood Willow's position. She hadn't been allowed to participate as much as she wanted to, and he truly couldn't blame her for having had enough. He'd been relieved, initially, when Tara had joined the group, thinking that the presence of another witch might take some of the pressure off the smallish redhead. He'd never expected the rest of the group to use Tara as a reason to relegate Willow to doing nothing but research. Unfortunately, Buffy hadn't listened to him any of the times he'd tried to talk to her about what they were doing, and now, it was apparently too late. Willow had had enough, and he was fairly certain that she hadn't been joking when she'd said she wouldn't be back. And that was another thing. He couldn't believe the things Buffy had said to the girl who was supposed to be her *friend*!
"How could she be so inconsiderate?" Buffy demanded yet again as she
tried to make the computer work. She'd managed to get the thing turned
on, but had no idea of what to do next. "She *knows* we need her to help
with the research! I mean, what with some new vamp in town, and all." She
was starting to think that Willow really *was* serious, and that just wouldn't
do. It was almost inconceivable to her that the little redhead could be
so self-righteous. It wasn't as if she'd said anything that wasn't true,
after all. Willow *was* only good for computer searches; her 'magic' wasn't
good, or even reliable. Hell, the girl should be glad that they even *let*
her help! And they'd been hearing rumours ever since sunset. Apparently,
there was some new vampire around who was both cunning and vicious.
Bodies had been turning up all over town-- six in the last hour alone!
"And where's *Spike*? I mean, he's a vampire! He should be in the loop
on this new guy!"
Tara swallowed hard, trying to ignore her own instincts, which were screaming at her that there was some sort of connection between Willow's disappearance and Spike's lack of presence. It was strange that the blond vamp wasn't there, especially with the way he'd been trailing around after Buffy for the last little while. Still, Spike had that chip in his head, so... "You told him to leave you alone," she reminded the blonde girl, "Maybe he listened."
Buffy rolled her eyes, even as the computer dinged at her for no apparent reason. "Like Spike ever does what he's told. No, he wants us to fail. He probably thinks that staying away for a little while will make me worry about him. Like *that's* gonna happen."
Giles sighed softly to himself, finally admitting that his Slayer was more self-centered than anyone he'd ever known. The worst part was that he knew it was most likely his fault. He'd fed her ego from the very beginning, which wouldn't have been a problem had she not already been so full of herself when they'd met. Still, there wasn't anything he could do about it now. He sighed again and walked away, going to his usual spot behind the counter of his shop.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Angel was bored. It had been a slow week for him and his group, what with Cordelia having no visions at all. They'd finished up their only case a few days earlier, and ever since then, he'd been just... waiting.
It wasn't something he was terribly good at, all appearances to the contrary aside. His eyes stared sightlessly at the book in front of him, even as he wished for something to happen. Anything would be good. Even a lost pet would be welcome, if only to give him something to *do*. He sighed softly, and leaned back on the couch. Maybe the Powers thought they were doing him a favour, but damn it, he needed a project more than he needed to relax!
Of course, the lack of visions was probably good for Cordy, he reminded himself. She hadn't been recovering as quickly as she'd done in the beginning, even if he *was* the only one who'd noticed. She was a good friend, and becoming a better one every day. Hell, she was the one who'd told him about his childe's chip; apparently, she'd heard about it from Willow.
It still annoyed him that his ex-girlfriend hadn't thought to tell him, though. Spike was his childe, after all; he had a right to know about anything pertaining to the bottle blond. But Buffy apparently didn't think so. No, she seemed to think that nothing that happened in Sunnydale was any of his business. He had a feeling that she was still bitter about the way he'd left her.
Sunnydale. Maybe he should go back there... see what was going on with his most troublesome boy. It had been too long since he'd seen the lad, after all, and he still owed him for that little torture-session Spike had put him through.
Yesss... he decided, a sleek smile on his lips. He would go to Sunnydale and pay his boy back for that little bit of fun. His demon was practically cackling with glee, even as he dashed off a quick note and dropped it on his Seer's desk. If anything happened, he could be back in LA in less than two hours, but until something *did* require his attention, he was going to have some *fun*!
It took less than five minutes for him to race up the stairs and pack himself a small bag; then he was outside in his car, heading for the freeway. "Look out, Spikey," he murmured smoothly, "Daddy's coming to find you, and he's not *happy*..." Of course, that was a lie. He *was* happy, and hoping to be even happier soon. Just not *too* happy.
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He grunted loudly as he slammed his long, hard cock even deeper into his whimpering childe's tight cunt. Her wide, golden eyes held his desperately, and he growled as she tightened even more around him. "Go ahead, pet," he finally moaned, feeling his sac drawing up tight against his body.
A wickedly satisfied scream burst from her lips as he finally gave his permission, and her legs tightened harshly around his waist, pulling him even deeper within her as she exploded around his hungry, stabbing shaft. She screamed again, in complete pleasure, when his sharp, jagged teeth drove deep into her throat, and she felt him throbbing inside her as he filled her pulsing twat with thick ropes of seed. Her own fangs scraped lightly at his shoulder, and when he bent his neck to the side, she groaned and took what he offered.
Fuck, she was almost perfect! He could feel himself hardening once more, even as she fed desperately from him. He shouldn't be letting her drink him, he knew, but it just felt so *good*. Her teeth in his skin, while he was deep inside her... it was just... right, somehow. She was his childe, but he might have to make her his consort when he took over this lousy town. She would be completely vicious, and entirely devoted to *him*. He growled harshly, pulling his throbbing shaft from her wet center, and he slid one hand to her knee, pulling it further up his side as he slammed deep into her tight ass.
She shrieked against his skin, not removing her fangs from his skin as she rocked hard into his deep thrusts. This was the way it was supposed to be, she told herself. This was what she'd been meant for. To be his childe, his lover, his possession. He owned her completely, and she was glad. "Spike!" she cried, finally pulling away from his neck as he slammed ever harder and deeper into her bloody asshole, her clit grinding hard against his lower belly as he fucked her, his hips moving faster than she would have thought possible.
He pulled his own teeth from her, grunting as he buried himself deeply and repeatedly within her perfect ass. His glowing golden eyes locked on hers, and he slid one arm under her waist, forcing her to arch harder against him. He could see her trying to hold back her orgasm, and grinned wickedly before nodding. Just watching her cum threw him into his own orgasm, his face tightening as he came hard and deep in her. He pulled himself from her after a few minutes, and collapsed beside her on her parents' bed. He pulled her tight against his side, grinning when she licked slowly at the seeping bite on his neck. "Heady stuff, Sire's blood, in't it?"
"Mmm-hmm," she admitted, loving the taste of him.
Thinking about it soon had him remembering it, and maybe that was what made him suddenly aware. Angel was coming. He could *feel* it, even though the prick hadn't been much of a Sire for the last century or so. He sighed deeply, well aware of the fact that the Pouf would be anything but pleased about the girl he'd chosen to take as his first childe. Still, it was done; there was no changing it. Worst case, he'd just have to add Broody to the list of those who were going to die. And Willow would help. That decided, he relaxed and stroked his girl's back as she continued to lap delicately at his neck.
End.