Title: Am I Evil? (2/16)
Author: Kylia
Email: kylia_bug@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don't know.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Everything up to "The Initiative". The story starts during the dorm scene from The Initiative; it's my own twisted world after that.
Category: Willow/Spike
Summary: What if Spike had never been implanted when he visited Willow in the dorms?
Distribution: Fire & Ice, WitchFanFic, Of Sire & Childe, anyone else, ask, and you shall receive
Author's Notes: having a bit of Writers Block. Hoping this will help.
Dedication: To Inell, who knows how I feel.

Willow opened her eyes carefully. She looked around the small room. It was dark, but she could still see clearly. She appeared to be in a cabin of some sort. She could feel the ground vibrating under her feet. They were moving. They were on a train. She smiled. The sunrise was still several hours away. The hunger, which filled her dead body, drove her forwards, demanding to be sated.

Willow made her way over to the curtain and took a look out, allowing her demon to come to the fore, increasing her eyesight. She made her way her way down the hallway. All was quiet except for the sounds of even breathing of her fellow passengers. She pulled open a curtain several yards away from her own cabin. There was a couple asleep in the small compartment, blissfully unaware of the fate that awaited them. She could hear their heartbeats pounding inside her head. Their blood drove her closer. She bent over the still bodies and tried to decide whom she would choose first. She grinned evilly as she pulled the man from his position of slumber.

Her fangs descended on his neck, digging into his coarse flesh. Before he could even utter words of shock and horror, he had passed out from fear and blood loss. Willow sucked the stolen blood into her mouth, enjoying the feel of the warm liquid as it slid down her throat. She tossed his body harshly to the floor and turned to look at the woman. Golden eyes met tearful brown. The woman had watched as Willow killed her husband. Too frozen in fear to move, or to even cry out.

Willow took a step closer to the frightened woman, relishing in her fear. It would make the blood that much sweeter, she realized. She picked the woman's stiff body up and brought her mouth to her tender throat. She licked at the place above her pulse point, delighting in the salty taste and the frantic beating of her heart. Sinking her fangs deeply into the fearful woman's neck, she slowly drew the blood into her mouth.

She heard her victim gasp at the pain and then groan as Willow continued to suck her life away, savoring the kill. Once she felt the woman's heart stop beating, she pouted. The woman had had a heart attack from fear. She let the body drop to the floor as she heard the curtain pulled back. She felt his presence before she saw him. She turned around, her golden eyes meeting the blue eyes of her sire. She smiled as her human features returned.

Spike noticed the dead bodies and grinned. "Feel better, pet?" He held a hand out for her to take and led her out of the compartment and back to their own cabin.

"Yes much." She smiled. "Where are we going?"

"Anywhere you want, luv. But first, I have some business to attend to in Brazil."

Willow nodded her understanding and then stopped, suddenly remembering that they had left Sunnydale.

"You didn't kill the Slayer?" She pouted. "I wanted to play."

Spike chuckled. He had been right about her. She would be his equal. "No, Red, I didn't kill the Slayer."

"Can we go back?" Her eyes sparkled at the thought of what she would if they returned to her former home.

"Yes, but not now. You're not ready yet. But soon." He flopped down on the make shift bed in the cabin, exhausted.

He hadn't slept in what seemed like days. Not since he had awoken in that underground lab. He closed his eyes, only to open them in surprise when Willow's cold lips were crushed his, her tongue delving inside, fighting him for dominance. Their kiss seemed endless, neither needing to breathe. Finally Spike pulled away and looked into her mischievous eyes.

"Kitten wants to play?" He flipped them over until she was under him and then stood up, divesting himself of his clothes.

Willow's eyes raked over his body hungrily. Her desire for this man, her sire, was unparalleled. Her feelings for Oz seemed like a distant memory. Someone else's life. It was. She wasn't the same person anymore. Hell, she wasn't even a person anymore. She was a creature, like the one before her now. They were the same, eternal.

She tore her clothes of her own body, eagerly anticipating the union that was sure to follow. She was achieving something in death that she had dreamt about in life. She was whole now, complete, without the burden of life to weigh her down.

She growled at her sire as he bit down on her breast harshly. She reveled in the pain and pleasure his act gave her. Digging her nails in his cool flesh, she pressed his body closer to hers as the smell of his blood assaulted her.

They attacked each other hungrily, a mass of arms and legs, their passion growing with each passing second. Their demons coming to the surface as they each succumbed to their desire, each claiming the other in a blinding fury.

Willow pulled her fangs away from her mate's neck as he did the same. The feel of his blood in her mouth while he drank of hers had brought on the most forceful orgasm she ever had the pleasure of experiencing. She had milked him dry with a forcefulness she didn't know she possessed. It only made him cum harder. She groaned as she felt another orgasm peaking as he started thrusting inside her once again. She matched him in his frantic rhythm. Her vaginal walls clenched violently around him as he bit into her breast once again, sending her over the edge. She came screaming his name.

Their golden eyes met, briefly before both resumed their human masks. Spike kissed her deeply, tasting his blood on her lips. He cock sprang to life inside her. Willow pulled her lips away and grinned wickedly.

"You up for another round, old man?"

Buffy slumped on Giles couch. "She's gone. Oh god, what if she's dead, or worse?"

"I'm sure she's fine. She probably just needed some time alone." Giles reassured his Slayer.

Buffy nodded and then gasped as another thought came to her. "What if those guys got her? The commando's from the dorm the other night?"

"Buffy, you said you that they left. Didn't even get close to your room. I'm sure its fine. Maybe she's at her parents house?"

Buffy relaxed and nodded once again. "Yeah, maybe." She didn't want to believe that anything had happened to her friend. She didn't want to face the fact that she might have failed.

"Now what about Spike?" Giles asked, hoping to change the subject.

"What about him?" Buffy asked absently.

"Xander said he was back in town. Have you seen him?"

Buffy shook her head. "No, and neither has Xander. Harmony told him that he was back, but I don't trust her. She probably made it up. Spike wouldn't be stupid enough to come back here, not after the last time I kicked his ass."

"No, I suppose not." Giles agreed, hoping that Harmony had made it up. With Buffy concerned over Willow's apparent disappearance, she didn't need the distraction.

He wasn't concerned. It hadn't been that long since Spike had left Sunnydale after the fiasco with the ring of Amarra. He had no doubt that Spike would be back, but he didn't think it would be so soon, especially if he had heard about the group of commandos roaming around at night, do God knew what. And as for Willow's disappearance, he believed they would find her at her parent's house, drowning herself in self-pity. He did feel bad for the girl, but her constant depression had started to grate on everyone's nerves. It would be better for everyone if she just got over it and moved on. But if she couldn't do that, it would be better for her to be depressed away from Buffy. It was dragging the Slayer down. And with the unknown threat these commando's placed, she needed to be completely alert, and ready for anything.




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