Title: Dreams of Death
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: NC-17 - eventually
Spoilers: Wild At Heart, Lover's Walk, Graduation Day.
Category: Willow/Spike
Summary: Fate has brought Willow & Spike together… or has it?
Distribution: Fire & Ice Of Sire & Childe, anyone else, ask, and you shall receive
Author's Notes: Something new. Takes place Early Season 4; Spike was never captured by the Initiative; There are some references to a friendship between W/A friendship from season 3.
Dedication: To my girls; Kaitelynn.

Willow prowled through the unfamiliar street with a predatory eye. She watched as the prospective prey scattered about, not knowing death was so close, but yet fearing what hid in the dark.

She smiled wickedly as she saw young couple leave a nearby theater and enter the park. She followed them, hidden in the shadows. When they stopped near a tree to grope one another, Willow approached them.

She had come up behind them before they had even noticed her presence. She pushed the girl to the ground at her feet while she grasped the boy around the throat. She smiled at she saw the fear in his eyes. He began to prey. Willow laughed. "Save your words. God can't help you. No one can." She gripped him tighter to still his movements as her true face came forth. She heard the woman whimper at her feet as she bit harshly into the man's neck, and drained his life away.

When she was finished, she dropped the body to the floor and turned to the girl, whose sobs were becoming louder as she realized her death was upon her. Willow bent down and picked the girl up and through her forcefully against the tree. She laughed as she felt the girls' terror. She bent down, ready to claim her second victim of the evening…

Willow awoke with a start. Her body was incased in sweat. She could still feel the dream surrounding her. She could still taste her victims' blood. She shook uncontrollably as she climbed out of bed. She looked around the room, and found Buffy sound asleep in her bed. She grabbed her robe and left the room quietly, heading towards the bathroom.

Once there, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked exhausted, haggard and worn out. It had been three weeks since the dreams had started and since then not a night had passed without her taking a life… if only in her dreams.

It was terrifying. S he knew that it was more than just a nightmare, more than just a dark fantasy coming to life. This was a sign of things to come. And unless she could stop it, she would do the unthinkable. She would become like them. The creatures the roamed the night.

Spike entered the Mansion and took a look around. He dropped his bag to the floor, and walked through the house, noticing the dust, which had settled over everything.

"Bloody Wanker!" Spike snarled to the empty room. He wanted nothing more than to stake the bastard who'd forced him to return. Spike sighed needlessly. Even as he had the thought, he knew it wasn't true. Despite everything thing that had happened between him and Angel in the past hundred years, he was still his Sire. He would do what he asked. Partly because he was his Sire, and the control that gave him, and partly because he was his only family. His only connection to the past. To what once was.

He was startled out of his inner thoughts by the telephone ringing. "Now What?" He growled into the receiver.

"I see you made it." Angel's amused voice was heard on the other end.

"Bloody Hell, Peaches. What do you want?"

Angel chuckled. "I told Rupert you'd be by after sunset tomorrow. They still don't trust you, so be on your best behavior."

Spike growled under non-existent breath as he recognized the warning tone in his sire's voice. "Fine." He snarled.

Spike hung up the phone before Angel could make any more demands.

He strolled through the house until he had reached the master bedroom and flopped down on the satin sheets and fell into a deep sleep, filled with the dreams which plagued his every sleeping moment.

She was there again, in his dreams. Breathing life where previously there had been none. Everywhere he turned, he saw her. Her fire, her innocence. Her red hair fell around her face like a curtain of blood. He longed to taste her. To claim her, to make her his.

She had haunted his dreams for nearly a year, ever since he had kidnapped her and the moron. He had left Sunnydale then, intent on getting his Dark Goddess back. About halfway to Brazil, the dreams started. At first they only came to him during the day, while he slept, but eventually, all he had to do was close his eyes, and there she'd be, dancing behind his eyes.

He would see her at school, in her classes, at home, on her computer, everywhere she went, he would watch as she lived her life. He saw her lose her virginity to the wolf, and his demon howled in protest. He saw her nearly lose her life at the hands of the mayor. He had stayed away from Sunnyhell, knowing that the closer he was to the creature that plagued his thoughts, the more likely his desires would reach fruition.

The things his demon whispered to him, the thoughts of what he would do once he had her tormented him. He dreamt of the day when she would be his, a creature of the night, like him. But just as his demon tempted him with his carnal desires, another part of him fought against such thoughts. The girl he had been watching, the one who went out of her way to help the Slayer, the one who had befriended his Sire when everyone else had turned there backs, that girl would be gone, and all that would remain would be a killer. He didn't want the killer, he wanted the girl.

Spike growled as she climbed out of bed. He fought against himself, and his thoughts for months, keeping far away for the object of his desire, only to wind up in the one place he could run far away from. The one place he was sure to find her. His passion, his pleasure, his fire goddess. His Willow.

Willow hesitated on the doorstep, unsure if she was making the right decision. Remembering the previous night's dreams, she swallowed her fear and knocked.

After a few minutes, the swung open. Rupert Giles stood there, looking slightly disheveled.

"Willow?" Giles asked, a bit flustered. He stood aside and allowed her to enter. Giles took a glance at his clock, and noticing it was barely eight a.m., he wondered what was wrong. "Is something wrong?"

Willow went to sit on the couch, and then changed her mind at the last moment. She walked around the living room, steeling herself for what she was about to say.

"Giles. I think something is going to happen. To me." She finally sat against the couch.

Giles sat in the chair across from Willow and waited for her to continue.

"I've… I've been having these dreams." She paused and stood up again. "In them, I'm a… I kill people. I'm a vampire." She whispered the last part, not wanted to admit to the feelings she derived from the dreams.

"Dreams? I'm sure there nothing. Just dreams." Giles tried to reassure the girl. He had noticed how pale she looked, and Buffy had told him about how she hadn't been sleeping well. "You probably just need some rest. You haven't been sleeping well, or eating right. When was the last time you ate, Willow?"

Willow's mind flashed to the young man her dream self had drained. She could still feel the power of his blood coursing through her veins. She shook her head at the memory. "I don't know. A day or so, maybe longer." She couldn't really remember the last time she had eaten actual food.

"Well then, that's it. You just need some rest, and some nourishment. Why don't you stay for breakfast?" He asked her as he stood up and headed into the kitchen.

Willow nodded, but felt her stomach lurch at the thought of food. "It's more than that Giles. I can feel things in these dreams. Powerful things. It's like I'm really there. I can feel the lives I take. I can feel the power they give me." She tried to make him understand.

Giles looked up at her revelation, but brushed it aside. "Willow, You're not a vampire. These dreams are just your subconscious' way of dealing with some of the fears you have." HE ushered her back into the living room. "Now sit down. I'll make you some tea. Why don't you lie down, maybe take a little nap, before class?"

Willow nodded and reluctantly lay down on the couch and closed her eyes. She knew that Giles didn't understand. She had been afraid that would happen. She tried to push away her fear, as her body succumbed to sleep.

Willow felt her body tense as she sensed the presence of another. He had come, just as she knew he would. Tonight they would hunt together, kill together. Tonight they would be made one.

Her mate moved seductively towards her, his black duster billowing behind him in the wind. She moved closer, into his arms, and felt his coldness pressing into her. She breathed him in. He smelled of leather, and cigarettes, and death. She relished the feel of him as he nuzzled her neck, nipping along her jugular, where her pulse had once beat beneath the skin. Willow closed her eyes as she felt him pierce her skin, claiming her, making her his. She tilted her head up slightly and made her own claim on him.

The two vampires stood there, in the darkness of the cemetery, claiming each other, exchanging the blood that would form a bond that would last an eternity.

Willow opened her eyes with a snap. She saw Giles bending over her with a cup of tea in one hand and a small plate of food in the other.

"Willow?" Giles spoke softly, not wanting to startle her.

Willow sat up, and pushed herself off of the couch. "I, uh, I have to go."

"Are you sure?" Giles asked, "Maybe you should eat something first?"

Willow shook her head. "No, I'm not hungry." The thought of food made her nauseous. All she could think about was the feel of Spikes blood coursing through her veins.

She could still feel his arms around her, still smell him. He invaded her senses. The scent wafted its way through her very being, claiming her.

Willow ran out of the watcher's apartment. Running from her thoughts, from things she couldn't control. She didn't know what has happening to her, but she knew that whatever it was, was just the beginning.

Willow walked through the streets in silence. She had wandered around all day, thinking about her dreams and what they could mean. She had come up with nothing that made any sense. She was now heading towards Oz's house. She had wanted to see him before the full moon that evening. Things had been strained between them lately. Partly due to her dreams and partly due to the increasing amount of attention he bestowed up Veruca, the singer of a band who frequently played at the Bronze. She didn't like the girl, and couldn't understand what Oz saw in her. They had some sort of connection, she didn't understand.

Willow knocked softly on the front door, and when she received no answer, she entered and headed down towards the basement, knowing that was probably where she'd find her boyfriend.

She was unprepared for the site she found when she entered the basement. Oz and Veruca were clawing at each other animalistically from inside of the cage. They change had already started to over come Oz. Willow noticed that he was not the only one changing. Veruca was also covered in fur, as her body changed into that of a werewolf. She stood there shocked, as she watched the two wolves continue to paw at one another, oblivious to the intruder. Willow turned around and ran out of the house.

She ran as fast as she could, until her legs gave out. She looked up and found herself in the cemetery. It looked remarkably similar to the place where her dream self had claimed Spike as her mate. As all of her thoughts ran together, she realized that what she had felt in her dreams, was a powerful connection to her life-mate. A love born of power, and desire, and things she didn't quite understand. What she had felt for Oz, had dwindled considerable since the clothes fluke. She had wanted so desperately to regain what she and Oz had lost.

Sitting on the ground, in the cemetery, Willow realized that all things happen for a reason. She didn't know what was happening to her. Why her dreams were overpowering her every thought, but obviously she and Oz weren't meant to be. That realization did nothing to lessen her hurt or anger at what she had witnessed.

Willow stood up on shaky legs and dried her eyes of the tears, which had started to fall. She headed towards Giles house, preparing herself for the evening ahead.

"So, where's the Willster?" Xander asked from his place on the couch. He and Anya had just arrived, followed by Riley and Buffy.

Buffy shrugged. "I haven't seen her all day. She was gone when I woke up this morning." She turned towards Giles. "Have you seen her?"

"Well, actually yes. She was here this morning. I'm sure she'll be here soon." He looked at his watch and hoped Willow would hurry. He wanted everyone to be there when Spike arrived.

Willow entered Giles house with a smile plastered onto her face. "Hey Guys." She waved slightly.

"Will! You made it. Now the party can begin." Xander joked.

Buffy turned to Giles. "When will he be here?"

Just as Giles was about to answer there was a knock at the door.

Willow, who was closest to the door, opened it. She felt the oxygen leave her body as she saw Spike standing there. He smirked at her.

"Red. Care to invite me in?"

Willow stood there, too stunned to move. Spike was standing on the other side of the door smirking at her in that way he had. The one that made her insides quiver. She looked him over appreciatively, thankful her back was to the others in the room and hoping Spike wouldn't notice her staring. She raised her gaze to his face. Their eyes locked, and in an instant she saw her own emotions mirrored in his eyes.

"Come in Spike." Giles voice broke the silence.

Willow turned around, confusion on her face, as Spike brushed passed her and entered the house. Willow felt her skin heat up at the slight contact.

"Uh, excuse me. Care to clue in the lay person?" Xander asked from his place on the couch.

Giles watched with trepidation as Spike strolled into the room and flopped down into an empty chair. He noticed with the slightest hint of nervousness how everyone one eyed the vampire warily. Xander was stunned. Anya was curious. Buffy was suspicious. Riley was confused. Willow was frozen, whether in fear or something else entirely, he couldn't be sure. Spike had this amused expression on his face, telling Giles he was enjoying everyone's reactions.

"Well uh, he's here to help." Giles looked to Buffy for assistance. She was the only who had known about Spikes impending arrival.

Buffy sighed. "Angel sent him. He's one of the good guys now."

Spike snorted. "Not bloody likely!"

Willow giggled. Earning a look from everyone in the room. "I, uh, I mean to say that… You're evil." She stuttered realizing he wouldn't like being called a good guy. Her eyes locked with his once again and her breath caught in her throat. "Pure evil." Her mind flashed on her dreams, and she shook her head, trying to will the memories away.

Spike arched an eyebrow, and then turned to the rest of the group, trying to focus his attention everywhere but on the witch who had occupied his thoughts for so long.

Giles turned towards his desk and handed out a couple of books to Xander and Anya. Why don't you look through these, while Willow searches on that… contraption? Buffy perhaps you can take Spike on patrol?"

Buffy nodded. "Come on, Blondie." She stood up, grasping Riley's hand and headed towards the door, followed by Spike.

"So, that was Spike?" Anya stared after his retreating for appraisingly.

Willow felt something deep inside of her spark at Anya's words. It was a feeling like she had never experienced before. Something that overtook her very being, robbing her of rational thought. Jealousy. It was different than anything she had felt before. It was a deep-seated jealousy, which called to a part of her nature she recognized, if only from her dreams.

The emotions she had felt after witnessing Oz's infidelity didn't even come close. That was but a minor prick of pain. This, this was all consuming. She turned her attention towards the door and then back to Anya. Her dream-memories were plaguing her thoughts. She couldn't help but wonder what her dream self would do, given the thoughts entering her mind. She pushed them away, not wanting to witness the carnage that might fallow if her dreams progressed.

"I have to go!" Willow looked apologetically at Giles. "I'll do that research for you from home." She ran out of the house before anyone could stop her.

Anya shrugged before opening the book and beginning to read.

Willow ran as far and as fast as she could. She needed to get away. Away from her thoughts, away from Spike, away from what was happening to her. She slowed her pace as she neared her parents' house. She didn't bother to go into the house, knowing no one was home. Instead she entered the garage and pulled the cover off of her mothers' car. She wasn't supposed to use it unless it was an emergency, but she needed to find out what was happening to her. Giles hadn't believed in her fears. There was only one person left who might.

"So, Slayer, tell me what have I missed? Who's the new bloke?" He nodded towards Riley who was peering into the darkness as if he could see the danger if he looked hard enough.

"Riley," Buffy emphasized his name, "Is none of your business." She stopped and turned to him. "Let's get something straight. You're here, against by better judgment, not for chit chat." She smiled slightly, "What exactly did Angel tell you to get you to come back anyway? I thought you would have been off torturing you're crazy girlfriend."

Spike growled. His relationship with Angelus was complicated and not something he wished to discuss with the Slayer. "Watch it, slayer. You're treading on dangerous ground." He warned her.

Buffy shrugged and turned her attention back to her surroundings, her senses alert for any vampire activity.

"Cordelia, Would you care to explain to me why Laurel Robbins file has been filed under Z?" Angel asked from where he stood over the filing cabinet.

Cordelia was about to answer him when she felt a shooting pain behind her eyes. Her feet gave out beneath her with the force of the vision. The images flashed before her in random fashion. Each was making less sense than the last. When they finally stopped, she looked up to find Angel standing above her with a cold compress and a bottle of imported water.

Angel handed her the water and helped her to her feet. "What did you see?" He asked as he guided her towards the couch.

"Death. Everywhere." She looked up at Angel, with the glazed look of fear in her eyes.

"Vampires?" Angel asked, fearing the worst.

Cordelia nodded. "Willow. She's in trouble. We may already be too late."

Willow knocked on the door once, and waited. When there was no answer, she pushed the door open, and looked around. The office seemed to be empty. Willow sighed and stretched out on the couch to wait. Angel would have to return eventually, and she needed to talk to him. Tell him about her dreams. Hopefully he could help her. She didn't know why, but she felt as if time was slipping away.

She felt her eyelids drooping and let sleep claim her. Instantly she knew she was there again, in the dream. He was here too. She could feel him. He was nearby.

Willow spun around and grinned widely as she saw the Slayer fighting of a trio of Fledges. She giggled at the absurdity of the situation. The young ones believed that could take the slayer. They were wrong. She felt a small twinge of regret as she watched the Slayer finish off the last of the fledglings.

Willow approached the Slayer, keeping to the shadows. "You've improved."

Buffy turned her gaze to the voice but was having trouble seeing anything in the darkness. But the voice was unmistakable. "Willow?" She asked lowering her stake slightly.

Willow laughed at the stupidity. "Slayer, your memory fails you." She spoke mockingly as she stepped out of the shadows, her demon face glinting in the slight moonlight.

"Willow, don't do this. We can help you. We're friends." Buffy pleaded, knowing she couldn't stake the demon, which wore her friends' face.

"You're friend is dead." Willow spat as she grabbed the slayer around the throat, and pushed her to the ground. She climbed over the fallen girl and lifted her up, "I've heard Slayer's blood is divine. Shall we find out?" She whispered into Buffy's ear as she lowered her face and pierced the girls flesh.

The rush was incredible. She could feel the power surging through her veins, making her stronger. She longed to feel the girl's heartbeat stop. She wanted to see her live again, like her. To claim the night as her mistress. To take what she wanted and never look back.

Willow bit into her wrist savagely, enjoying the pain, she lowered the seeping wound to the Slayer's lips…




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