Willow and Spike

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:07 am

First half unfortunately has no bondage at all period.

Willow plopped down on the grass beside the picnic table in the park. She knew she had no business being out alone this close to sunset, but she couldn't dredge up the energy to care. Her parents were out of town, again; Buffy was training; Oz was with the band. Willow leaned back on her elbows and watched the sun sinking below the horizon. Some alone
time hadn't seemed such a bad idea, at first, but the evening was becoming interminable.

"I'm *bored*," the thought forced itself from Willow's mouth."Bored, pet?" a familiar British accent spoke from beside her.
Willow started as Spike dropped down onto the grass beside her. She scrambled to find her feet, but Spike grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.

"Relax, Willow. I'm not going to bite," he said.Willow eyed him warily, "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question, love. Or were you planning to add a little zest to some vampire's meal?"
"I couldn't add zest to *anything*," Willow said forlornly.Spike raised an eyebrow, "Don't you believe it, little one." "What's that supposed to mean?" Willow asked."Have you forgotten, pet? *I* haven't forgotten that outburst, the way you stood up to me that night in the factory. That fiery defiance. Your fiery hair." He slipped his fingers through her silky tresses. She pulled away from him, and he caught her chin in his hand. "You'd make a delicious vampire," he told her.

"I think I'll pass," she replied. Spike chuckled, "How about a tasty diversion, then?" Before she realized his intentions, Willow felt Spike's lips on hers. "No--" Willow's words were cut short by the intrusion of Spike's tongue as he plundered her mouth.

He lowered her back onto the cool grass and covered her body with his. Willow had no idea how the vampire's hands could be in so many places at once, but the sensation of his hands caressing her body began to weaken any thoughts of
protest. "Spike," Willow found her voice. "We can't--"

"We are," he told her.

"Not here. What if someone comes?"

"Someone is definitely going to come, love," he promised with an evil
grin.

"Please," she breathed as his mouth found hers once again.

Spike pulled back with a sigh, "Where, then?"

Pushing all thoughts of consequences out of her mind, Willow grabbed his hand.

"C'mon," she said.
***
"You're going to invite me in?" Spike asked skeptically as Willow opened the front door of her house.

"Just tonight and you have to promise to be good."

"Baby, you've never met anyone as well as I am," he promised her.

Willow felt her blushing and swallowed hard as Spike chuckled.

"Come in, Spike," she said and led him inside.

The moment she closed the door, Spike had her in his arms. Buffy would be furious. Oz would never forgive her. But all that mattered to Willow now was the feeling of Spike's hard body pressed against hers, his strong arms pulling her closer to him, his tongue ravishing her mouth. He scooped the tiny redhead up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

"How did you know which room was mine?" Willow asked.

"You have no idea how many nights I've spent on that balcony, thinking about you all alone in this bed," Spike admitted.

Willow looked up at him in a mixture of surprise and alarm. Spike took advantage of her stunned silence to divest her of her sweater and bra with practiced swiftness.

He brought his mouth down to her naked breast and kissed it, teasing the hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth to suckle it gently. Willow moaned and arched into him. Spike unfastened her shorts and removed them, and her panties, in one motion. Willow toed off her sneakers and tumbled onto the bed as Spike all but tore off his own clothes. Her eyes traveled over his muscular body in undisguised admiration. She blushed fiercely as his eyes met hers. Spike laughed softly and joined her on the bed, pulling her body under him.

She felt the hardness of his erection against her stomach as Spike placed soft kisses on her forehead, her jaw line, her earlobe, her lips. He spread her legs with his knee and brought his hand to her opening. She was wet with desire for him. He gently brought her knees up and began to massage her clit with agonizing slowness. Willow gasped at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her body. Spike's tongue sought out hers as he continued the sweet torture between her legs. He brought her to the edge of her orgasm before removing his hand.

"No!" Willow gasped in desperation.

Spike brought his mouth to hers in a hard, bruising kiss as he drove himself fully inside her with one thrust. Willow cried out against his mouth, but he clenched her hair in his hand and forced her head still, deepening the kiss, drawing her senses away from the pain of his hard shaft embedded in her hot, wet channel. His tongue searched her mouth, and slowly her body relaxed and her tongue began to respond in kind as the discomfort was replaced by the exquisite feeling of being stretched and filled by his throbbing cock.

Spike began a slow rhythm inside her, and her body responded naturally, of its own accord. With one hand he continued to tease her clit as he quickened his movements. He felt her stomach muscles tense as her orgasm began to build. As she slipped over the edge, her walls clenched tightly around his rigid shaft, Spike let go and allowed his own orgasm to overtake him, spilling his cold seed deep inside her.

He kissed her, a long, slow, sweet kiss, before removing himself from her. He rolled over beside her and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, love," he whispered as he stroked her back comfortingly.

"It only hurt for a little while," she smiled shyly.

"And then?" his voice teased.

"And then--wow," she breathed.

Spike chuckled against her ear and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "Still bored, little one?" he asked as she snuggled against him.

"No," she smiled. "Not bored now."

"Good," he lifted her chin and kissed her softly. "I think *I* might be, tomorrow night."

"Mmmm....my turn to alleviate your boredom," she grinned sleepily.

"I'll count on it, pet. I'll count on it."
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Willow's back was against the wall, literally. She looked up at the tall young man looming over her.

"What do you mean, you don't have the report? You were supposed to bring it with you tonight," the boy shouted.

"Mike, I told you I didn't think I'd be able to do it! I've been tutoring--"

"I didn't come here to listen to excuses. If I don't get that report, I don't pass the course," Mike growled.

"Why did you wait until the last minute? I don't have time to do the research and the writing now," the little redhead told him.

"If you've got time to prowl around the Bronze, you've got time to write a report," he argued.

"I was supposed to meet someone here--"

Mike grabbed Willow by the arms and pulled her up off the ground, "The hell you are. You're going to get your ass home and get started on that research. That scrawny loser you call a boyfriend can wait."

"Who are you calling a scrawny loser?" Spike asked from behind the boy.

Willow landed on the pavement with a thud as Mike released her and whirled around to face the vampire.

"You're not Oz," Mike stated as he found himself looking into a pair of very evil, very angry, eyes.

"Thankfully," Spike glared at the boy. "Do you make a habit of dragging women into alleys and threatening them, or is this a special occasion?"

"We were just having a little disagreement," Mike answered nervously as he backed away from Spike.

"Is that so? Your 'little disagreement' is over. Willow just won."

Mike raised his hands in surrender, "Hey, whatever you say. I'll leave her alone."

Spike nodded, "Sounds reasonable. If I catch you near her again--"

"No, no. I'll stay away from her. Sorry, Willow," Mike said and made a hasty retreat from the alley.

"Are you alright, pet?" Spike knelt down beside Willow.

"Yes," she smiled weakly.

He helped her to her feet, and Willow winced as she put weight on her left foot.

"Damn. I think I twisted my ankle," she moaned.

Spike grinned at the mild curse. He lifted her effortlessly in his arms and carried her out of the shadows.

"I can walk!" Willow protested.

"Be still, love. Let me play the hero," he ordered.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To take care of that ankle."
***

"I'm sorry, Spike," Willow said.

Spike knelt in front of the sofa in the abandoned apartment house he had discovered one night after he had grown tired of his groveling minions. He gently placed a bag of ice on Willow's ankle.

Spike looked up at her, "Sorry for what, baby?"

"This," she sighed. "It was supposed to be my turn to cure your boredom."

"So far, it's working," he grinned. "What the hell were you doing at the Bronze all alone?"

"I was supposed to meet Buffy there. I went to tell her I couldn't spend the evening out with her. I'd just come outside when I ran into Mike," she explained.

Spike shook his head, "You need a bodyguard."

"Are you offering?" she teased.

He ran his hand up her calf and between her knees, "I wouldn't mind guarding this body."

"You did just fine tonight," Willow smiled.

Spike moved up onto the sofa, pulled Willow onto his lap, and gave her a hard kiss.

"Have I got the job, then?" he asked.

"It's all yours," she replied, looking into his eyes.

He kissed her softly, and Willow opened her mouth, seeking out his tongue with her own. Spike deepened the kiss and moved his hand up under her skirt. He pulled away slightly and looked at her in lusty surprise as his fingers came in contact with the soft curls between her legs.

Willow blushed hotly, "Well! You were supposed to be bored, and I--"

"And you leave me breathless, little one," he told her.

"That's not much of a compliment, coming from a vampire," she grinned.

"No? Let me put it another way," Spike suggested.

Willow suddenly found herself firmly pinned beneath her lover's body. His hands tore away her blouse, sending buttons flying, to discover she wasn't wearing a bra, either. Spike growled low in his throat and nipped carefully at the soft flesh of her breast. Willow moaned and gripped his shoulders in her small hands. She felt his cock harden against her, and her only thought was to have him inside her, now.

Spike removed the rest of her clothing and tugged off his own before bringing his hard, cold body down on her soft, warm one. She opened her legs to him, and he slammed into her wet pussy. Willow's hips rose with his, and she met him thrust for thrust, her walls gripping his hard cock as it drove relentlessly into her. Her orgasm shook her entire body, and she cried out his name. Spike buried his face in the luscious hair at her throat and grazed her neck with his teeth as he came hard inside her.

Spike remained inside her as he gently lapped at the tiny drops of blood on her neck. Willow moaned softly beneath him. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. He pulled away from her and brought her body to rest beside his. Willow panted softly and placed a kiss on his chest. They lay wrapped together in comfortable silence as their bodies relaxed and their senses calmed. Spike stroked her hair and wrapped his arm more tightly around her.

"No," Spike finally spoke, his voice soft and low. "It won't do."

Willow looked up at him, her eyes filled with apprehension, "Why not?"

"You were supposed to cure my boredom," he reminded her.

"Didn't I?" her voice was laced with worry.

"I haven't been bored since I met you, love," he told her as a wicked grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Sorry, pet. You'll just have to try again."

Willow giggled and settled back into his tight embrace. "No one ever called me a quitter. Next time you're bored, you just give me a call."

"Willow?" Spike said after a brief silence.

"Mmmm?"

"I'm bored."
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"Hey, where were you last night?" Oz asked Willow as they sat in the Bronze. "I tried to call you after the band finished. No answer."

"I was studying," Willow explained. "Big paper due tomorrow, lots of research. I turned off the phone."

"Reasonable explanation. I'd better go help the band set up," he gave her a quick kiss.

"Okay," Willow smiled.

"Hello, Willow," Angel appeared at the table and sat down across from her.

"Hi. Where's Buffy?"

"On her way, I guess," he shrugged. "Where were you really last night?"

"What?"

"I overheard you and Oz. You weren't home last night," he told her.

"Yes, I was. I--"

"You were here. At the Bronze. With Spike,"

Willow stared at him in mute shock. Angel covered her small hand with his.

"I saw you, Willow," he continued. "Outside. I was going to intervene, but you certainly didn't seem to be struggling when he grabbed you and carried you off into the darkness."

Willow refused to meet his eyes, "Angel, it isn't what you think."

"Isn't it? It sure looked like what I'm thinking."

"We're friends. That's all."

"Friends," Angel repeated. "Spike doesn't have friends. He has victims, minions, and conquests, but not friends."

"There's a first time for everything," Willow argued.

Angel leaned toward her, "What do you think Buffy is going to do when she finds out you're killing time with a killer?"

"You can't tell Buffy! Please!" Willow begged.

The dark vampire removed his hand from hers and gave her a long look before he spoke, "What about Oz? Do you know what this will do to him? Have you thought about any of this? How far have things gone between you and Spike? He's screwing you, isn't he?"

"That's none of your business!" Willow hissed.

"You're my friend, Willow. Probably the best friend I've ever had. Don't ask me to sit by and watch him destroy you. I can't do that."

"It isn't like that. I swear it! Please, Angel, you're in love with Buffy. You know what it feels like for a vampire and a human to be close," Willow reasoned.

"I have a soul, Willow. Spike is a cold, sadistic bastard. He isn't capable of loving, not the way you mean. Trust me; I've been there."

"Hey, guys!" Buffy called out as she crossed the room. "What are you two talking so seriously about?"

"Who, me? Serious? Never!" Willow exclaimed with feigned cheerfulness. "Well, now that you're here to keep the big guy in line, I should be going."

"I thought you were going to spend some time with us," Buffy replied.

"I have a huge exam on Monday. I need to hit the books," Willow explained. "I'll catch you later, though."

"Well, okay," Buffy said as Willow rose to leave.

Angel leapt from his chair and stopped her at the door, "You're going to him, aren't you?"

Willow sighed, "I'm going home. To study."

Angel shook his head sadly, "I wish I could believe you."

"Believe what you like. I have to go. I'll talk to you later." She pulled open the door and left.

"Yes, you will," he vowed as he watched the door close.

"Angel, what's going on?" Buffy asked after Angel returned to their table.

He took her hand, "Sit down, Buffy. There's something you need to know.
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Spike moved silently behind Willow as she stood gazing around the shadows of the tombstones in the cemetery. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him.

"What are you doing out here?" he spoke into her ear.

Willow recoiled and turned to face him, "Looking for you."

Spike noted the anxious look in her eyes, "What is it, little one? What's wrong?"

"Angel knows about us," she told him.

"He knows--what, exactly?"

"He saw us at the Bronze last night," she answered.

"Bloody hell," Spike murmured. "He's talked to you, then?"

Her coppery hair gleamed in the moonlight as she nodded her head. "I just left him at the Bronze, with Buffy. He's going to tell her, Spike. I know it."

Willow was trembling slightly, and the blonde vampire hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head.

"It's alright, love," he whispered.

"No, it isn't. She'll come after you. They both will. I told Angel we're just friends--"

"But soul boy didn't buy it," Spike guessed.

"No. I'm scared," she admitted.

"I know, baby. I'll take care of it."

"How?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I'll talk to them."

"Spike, you can't! They'll stake you!"

"Not if they want you back," he replied.

"What do you mean?" fear reverberated in Willow's voice.

"Hey," he tilted her chin and kissed her long and deep. "I'd never hurt
you."

Willow put her arms around him and held him close, "I know that. I'm
sorry."

"But they don't," he reminded her. "That's our ace, pet. Come on."

"Where? The apartment?"

"No, it isn't safe there. I'm taking you to the lair."

Willow literally jumped out of his arms, "Are you crazy?"

Spike laughed and pulled her back to him, "Probably. Listen to me, pet. I've set up in an old warehouse down by the river. No one knows about it, not even the slayer. My boys are there; you'll be protected."

"Protected? By vampires?" she squeaked.

"They'll do what I tell them to. They won't hurt you," Spike promised her. "Angel and his blonde bitch will be desperate to get you back, especially if they think you were coerced into going."

"I don't know," she said.

"What's the alternative, love? Give you up? Not bloody likely. Do you
trust me?"

"I shouldn't," she answered. "But I do."

"Alright, then. Come on."

Willow allowed Spike to lead her out of the cemetery.
***
The warehouse was musty and dark. Light emanated from dirty bulbs suspended from the ceiling and pooled about the floors, creating eerie shadows in the sparsely-furnished room. Two burly vampires emerged from one of those shadows and eyed the little redhead with interest. Willow moved closer to Spike, and he curled a protective arm around her waist.

"She's mine, boys," Spike growled. "The first one who lays a hand on her will find himself hanging from the nearest flagpole to be roasted by the dawn's early light. Understood?"

The vampires nodded and backed off.

"Good. Willow's going to be staying here for awhile. She'll be in my room. I don't expect we'll have any company, but if anyone does show up and tries to take her, I want their entrails in a jar."

"We'll keep a careful watch," the taller of the two minions nodded.

"Right. Have you eaten, pet?" Spike asked Willow.

"No. Have they?" she answered.

Spike chuckled, "You're safe here, love." To the two vampires he said, "Get her something to eat. Knock on the bedroom door and leave it in the corridor."

The smaller vampire disappeared into the darkness to carry out his master's orders.

Spike took Willow's hand and led her to his bedroom. He ushered her inside and closed the door. Willow's eyes scanned the room, taking in the burgundy velvet armchair in the corner, the mahogany chest of drawers and king-sized bed draped with a black satin duvet.

Spike moved beside her and ran a hand through her hair.

"Want to try it out, sweet?" he asked as he followed her gaze to the bed.

Willow blushed, "We don't have time."

"We'll make time," he grinned.

He pulled her over to the bed and swept the green sweater over her head, dropping it to the floor. She shivered as his hand cupped her breast and his mouth met hers. He sucked gently on her lip and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.

He felt her warm hands against his cold flesh as she undocked his shirt and worked at the button on his jeans. Encouraged by the moan that issued from his throat, she pulled at the zipper and drew out his stiffening cock. It was Spike's turn to shiver as his lover gently drew her fingers down the length of his shaft. Their hands moved over each other as they quickly undressed one another.

Spike pushed Willow back onto the bed and lowered himself down on her. He propped himself on one elbow as his other hand found the sensitive core between her legs. He gently massaged her clit, readying her body for his. Spike trailed soft kisses down her neck as he entered her slowly, savoring the warmth of her wet channel. He grinned at her moan of desire and began a slow rhythm inside her.

No one had ever elicited the feelings in Willow that this undead man did. She ran her hands down his muscled back and gripped his hard ass, urging him to bring her the release she craved. He increased his thrusts, driving hard inside her. He felt the slight tremble through her body that signaled the fire that was burrowing its way from her pussy through her entire being. Willow gasped as her mind began to spin with the onset of her orgasm. Her pussy clamped around his cock, and Spike growled as the delicious pressure pushed him to the edge of his own orgasm. He came in a single, violent shudder.

Spike drew Willow's arms to the sides of her body and pinned them there. He took her mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue ravished her mouth as he continued to drive into her, placing pressure against her clit. Willow tensed and breathed his name as her orgasm gripped her, driving everything, save the man inside her, from her consciousness.

Spike pushed himself off her and grabbed her in a satisfied embrace, pulling her against him. She was breathing heavily against his chest, and he calmed her with gentle caresses and soft whispers. Finally, she shifted so she was at eye level with him and kissed him slowly.

"No one else could ever to that to me," she told him.

"No one else ever will," he vowed.

He gently pushed her back down onto the bed and tugged at the duvet to cover her naked body.

"I have a vampire to meet," he reminded her as he moved off the bed and pulled on his clothes.

"Spike," Willow reached out a hand to him. He took it and brushed his lips against it. "Please, be careful."

"Rest now, little one. I shouldn't be gone more than an hour or two," he told her. "Don't leave this room, and keep the door locked."

"Alright," she said.

He bent to kiss her before leaving her to drift off to sleep. He stepped into the darkened corridor, where his minion stood waiting.

"See to it that she stays here. Don't let her leave that room under any circumstances," Spike ordered.

"What if she--"

"She won't," Spike snarled, then thought better of that statement. "If she does, stop her. Use force if you have to. But no biting. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
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Spike leaned against the outside wall of the bar and waited. The slayer would pass by here on patrol, and since she'd be looking for more than vampires tonight, he knew she'd have Angel in tow. He heard their hushed voices from around the corner and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Buffy and Angel came to a halt as they found themselves in front of the blonde vampire.

"Spike," Angel hissed. "We've been looking for you."

"I'm touched. I didn't know you cared," Spike replied.

"Where's Willow?" Buffy asked.

"Don't you know? She's *your* friend," Spike answered.

"Damn it, Spike. We know she's been spending time with you," Angel snarled.

Spike smirked, "There's a lot of fire under all that red hair."

"Where is she?" Buffy asked again.

"The way I figure it, if Willow didn't tell you, she didn't want you to know."

"Or she can't tell us. If you've hurt her--" Angel took a step toward him.

"Why should I do that?" Spike inquired.

"To get at us," Buffy answered.

"Don't flatter yourself, Slayer. You're not worth the effort."

Angel reached out and grabbed Spike by the collar, "Answer the question! What have you done with Willow?"

Spike pushed Angel's hands aside, "Well, not quite everything, yet, but we're working on it. She's safe, for now. You're awfully concerned, aren't you, for someone who's shagging the slayer? Oh, sorry, make that past tense. Soul boy isn't allowed to get it up in mixed company."

Angel's fist connected with Spike's jaw. The impact sent him reeling back a pace. Angel grabbed hold of him and slammed him back against the brick wall. Buffy advanced from behind, stake in hand.

"Start talking, Spike," Buffy advised.

"I don't think so. I've got her. Why would I want to give her back?"

"Because she'll stake your dead heart if you don't," Angel answered.

"I doubt that. How are you planning on finding her if I'm gone? No one knows where she is except me--and Willow, but she hasn't the desire to leave. Or the energy. We rather depleted that."

"You and Willow--" Buffy couldn't bring herself to phrase the question.

"Believe me, she was more than willing."

"She'll come to her senses. She'll leave you," Buffy argued.

"She'll have to get past me first," Spike told her.

"Just stake him, Buffy. We'll find Willow," Angel growled.

"With her throat torn out. If I'm not back, the boys will see to it," Spike replied.

"Let him go, Angel," Buffy said.

Angel looked at her in disbelief.

"Let him go. We can't take the chance, not with Willow."

Reluctantly, Angel released his grip on Spike and stepped back.

"If it makes you feel any better, I have no intention of hurting Willow," Spike informed them.

"Unless she tries to walk out on you," Angel sneered.

"Well, I could always turn her instead. She'd make one hell of a vampire," Spike laughed at the pained expression on Buffy's face. "Don't worry, Slayer. I rather enjoy her warm little body."

His admission did nothing to ease the worry in Buffy's eyes.

"As much as I'm enjoying this little chat, I really should be going. I'll give Willow your regards," Spike's eyes danced wickedly.

"Watch your back, Spike, because this isn't over. We'll get her back," Angel spoke through clenched teeth.

"And when we do, you're ashes," Buffy promised.

Spike gave them an amused stare, "I think you'll find Willow has other ideas."
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Sleep had fled Willow, and she was getting restless in the silent bedroom. She moved to the door and tried the doorknob. It was securely locked. A menacing growl from the other side of the door sent Willow scurrying back to the bed.

A few moments passed, and she heard a key in the lock. Spike pushed the door open, and Willow flew to him. He closed the door and took her in his arms.

"Did you find them?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"And?" she pulled back to look into his piercing eyes.

Spike grinned, "They didn't give us their blessing."

"Will they at least leave us alone?"

"What do you think, love? We should be alright tonight. They think I'll hurt you if they try to come after you."

"You wouldn't, would you?" she asked.

"Willow," he whispered against her silky hair. "Do you really need to ask that question?"

"No," she looked down. "It's just--this place is so quiet and spooky. I start having all kinds of dark thoughts."

"You need a distraction," he suggested as he traced her jaw with his finger. "I'll bet I can think of something."
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"I can't believe this is happening," Buffy breathed a heavy sigh as she
and Angel stood on her doorstep.

"Willow's a smart girl. We'll talk to her, make her listen to reason,"
Angel reassured her.

"What if she won't?" Buffy asked.

"Then we'll have to try something more drastic," he answered.

"He'll kill her, or turn her," she stated.

"Not if we get to her first."

"What do you mean? Angel, what are you thinking?" she demanded.

Angel smiled at her impatience, "Spike isn't the only one who can drag her off and hide her away."

Buffy shook her head, "She won't go for that."

"Who said she has to?"

"Kidnap her? Drag her away by force?" Buffy exclaimed.

"If it comes to that, if she won't listen to us. It would be better than letting Spike have her."

Angel watched as Buffy considered the idea.

"Well, maybe," she said.

"I'll make the arrangements, just so we're ready if we need to be. Try not to worry, Buffy. We won't let Spike win."

"I wonder if Willow realizes what a good friend she has in you," Buffy placed a hand against his cheek. "I love you."

Angel clasped her hand in his and kissed it, "Bring her to the mansion tomorrow."

"You think Spike will let her go?"

"I do," he nodded. "He's gotten to her; she's on his side, for now. Besides, people will be concerned if she's missing for very long. He won't want everyone else looking for her, too."

"Okay," Buffy agreed. "I'll get her to your place tomorrow evening."
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"Is it true?"

"Oz!" Willow closed her locker door and turned to face him and Xander, who was standing beside him.

"Is it true, Willow? Are you and Spike--"

"Is he fucking you?????” Xander asked bluntly.

Willow's mouth dropped open and a crimson blush stained her cheeks, "What the hell is this? Is Buffy running around the halls spreading the news to the entire student body?"

"Willow, I don't understand," Oz said with a mixture of pain and disgust. "How could you let him?"

"Oz, I'm sorry if you're hurting, but you know how things have been between us. It's always awkward when you and I are together, ever since--"

"You can't deal with living, breathing guys, so you're going after dead ones?" Xander asked. "What is it with you women and vampires, anyway? Is it their pearly white fangs, their pale complexions, their total lack of decency?"

"Shut up, Xander," Willow snapped. "You've been playing girls, like Oz plays guitar, for years. Why should you give a damn that I'm seeing? You passed me by long ago."

"This isn't you, Willow," Oz's voice was strained.

"Isn't it?" she argued. "I spent weeks trying to make things right between us. Every time I look at you, I see disappointment."

"That's your imagination," he told her.

"Really? I don't think so. I'm tired of should-have-been. Oz, I'll always care about you, but we have to move past this."

"Move past it to what? That bastard?" Xander spoke.

"You know something, Xander? I've just realized I don't give a damn what you think of me. I don't care what any of you think. Spike doesn't judge me. He doesn't try to make me something that I'm not. He likes *Me.*"

"Well, he likes part of you, anyway," Xander's eyes traveled down Willow's body.

"Screw you, Xander," she shot back.

Buffy heard their angry voices from the end of the hallway and quickly made her way over to the trio.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Nothing. I'm leaving," Willow brushed past the two men.

"Wait, Willow," Buffy fell into step beside her. "We need to talk."

"Oh," Willow moaned. "I don't think I can take any more talk. I've heard enough for one day."

"Please, Willow, for our friendship's sake."

Willow gave her a sideways glance.

"Just come with me tonight. Hear Angel and me out. If you still disagree, we'll drop it," Buffy said.

"Okay," the redhead sighed. "If it'll put an end to all of this."

"Thank you," Buffy smiled.
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"You realize this is a waste of time," Willow said as she sat on the sofa in the mansion."Come on, Willow, don't be like that. At least give us the benefit of an open mind," Buffy asked.Willow sighed, "I'm listening."Buffy and Angel sat down on either side of her."I don't know what Spike's motivation is in all of this," Angel admitted. "But I do know that it isn't altruistic. He's after you for a reason, Willow, and you're going to find yourself in the middle of something you can't get out of."

"Why do you assume that?" Willow gave him a cold look. "He can't just want to be with me? I know I'm not the most beautiful person in the world, but I'm not that bad.""That's not what I meant," Angel protested."I don't know what you do mean, and you don't seem to be able to express it. You just keep uttering the same, baseless warnings.""Baseless!" Buffy replied. "This is Spike we're talking about! He threatened to hurt you last night.""What do you expect him to do when you've backed him into a corner? Our relationship is our own business, and only ours. No one asked you to get involved."

Buffy ran a hand through her hair and stood up, "What the hell is wrong with you? I don't even recognize this person.""Willow, would you consider a suggestion?" Angel asked."Depends.""Stop seeing Spike for a couple of weeks, just to gain some perspective. Then see how you feel about him," Angel requested."No!" Willow refused emphatically. "My perspective is just fine. In fact, it's clearer than it's ever been. Our friendship is conditional. As long as I'm good, sweet, dependable little Willow, the stepping stone in the slayer's river, everything is fine. But the minute I decide to do something for myself, I'm scorned.""That's not fair," Buffy told her.

"Like you should talk. I told you this would be a waste of time. You've had your say. I've listened. I'm leaving," Willow rose from the sofa.Angel stood and put a restraining hand on her arm, "We're not finished.""You're not? I am. Leave me alone, and leave Spike alone, too. I may not be able to fight like Buffy, but I will make you regret it if you try to interfere with us again," Willow threatened.Relinquishing all hope of getting through to her, Buffy did something she never, even in her most bizarre dreams, imagined she would. She hit her best friend, hard. Willow collapsed against Angel, and he caught her up in his arms before she hit the floor.

Meanwhile Spike paced angrily back and forth on the cold cement floor in the warehouse. Willow was to have met him across from the bus terminal. He'd waited an hour; she hadn't shown. He'd gone by her house; it was dark and deserted. That had been two hours ago and still there'd been no sign of her. The streets were suspiciously void of the slayer. They'd taken her; he knew it. What he didn't know was *where* they'd taken her.

He'd sent half a dozen of his minions out to scour the town. The first to return with no information had been staked with a nail-embedded plank by his furious master. As the others had returned with the same lack of news, he'd realized it wouldn't be wise to kill all the messengers.

Spike brought his foot up under the low, well-worn table in front of him and sent it flying against the far wall. It clattered to the ground in splinters. "Damn it, Willow! Where are you?" he growled.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Willow and Spike

Postby lonewolfandfriends » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:35 am

Wow that's long
As much as I hate cliffhangers sometimes u just gotta break it up

Re: Willow and Spike

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:56 am

The conclusion.

Voices fizzled through Willow's brain like static from a poorly-tuned radio. She moaned softly at the sharp pain in her jaw as her eyes fluttered open and slowly focused. She was lying on an unfamiliar bed. Buffy was standing over her, with Angel directly behind her.

"What--" Willow's voice was little more than a whisper.

"Shhh," Buffy put a hand on her shoulder. "Lie still. I'm sorry, Willow. I didn't want to do this, but you left me no choice."

Willow attempted to bring her right arm down to her side, only to discover it had been securely manacled to a very sturdy bedpost.

"Buffy, what the hell is going on?" Willow's eyes were filled with confusion.

"I'm sorry," Buffy repeated. "You don't know how sorry. I can't let you go back to him."

Spike, the name ricocheted through Willow's mind. Ignoring the ache in her jaw, she pushed herself up to a sitting position.

"Let me go! Damn it, you have no right!"

"Our friendship gives me the right," Buffy said.

"Like hell it does! We don't have a friendship, not any longer. Get this damn thing off of me!" she rattled at the metal cuff around her wrist.

"Willow," Angel moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "We're not going to let you go. Not until you come to your senses. We can't hand you over to Spike."

Tears of frustration glimmered in Willow's eyes. She looked frantically around the room, "Where am I?"

"Someplace where Spike won't find you," Angel answered.

She brought up her left hand; the fingers curled into claws, and struck out at the vampire's face. He caught her wrist in a steely grip and pulled her into a hard embrace.

"What's happened to you?" Angel said in anguish.

Willow struggled in his arms, "Get the hell away from me! There's nothing wrong with me. You two are fucking obsessed! Let me out of here!"

Angel rose and looked down at the seething girl, "No. You're going to stay put until this is over, which really shouldn't take too long."

He took Buffy's hand, and they walked toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Willow demanded.

"After Spike," Buffy answered.

She and Angel walked out the door and closed and locked it behind them.

"Buffy!" Willow shrieked into the empty room.
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"The slayer and Angel are on the streets," the minion's voice spoke from behind Spike.

His master turned to him, "From which direction?"

"They were first spotted over on South Hill Terrace."

"That road leads out of town," Spike stated.

The young vampire nodded, "It runs past the old train depot. Used to be a good screwing station, but no one goes out there anymore."

Spike smiled, "Get the boys out on the streets. Tell them I want this town turned red. We'll show the slayer and her pussy-whipped boyfriend a little slice of hell. I want them so distracted they don't have time to piss. Move."

The young demon literally jumped in his haste to carry out Spike's orders.

"Hold on, baby," Spike spoke to the shadows. "I'm coming."
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The dust rolled as Spike brought the big, black car to a dead stop. He got out and strode to the abandoned depot. He tugged at the door, and then noticed the obviously new heavy hasp and padlock affixed to the casing just above his head. Spike tightened his purchase on the old, rusting doorknob and tore the door off its hinges.

He moved into the darkness and glanced around the dusty room. His eyes settled on a set of stairs in one corner. He took them two at a time and almost ran head-first into a wooden door situated in front of the top step. It, too, was locked, and Spike lifted a heavy boot and kicked it in.

Willow, having heard the commotion of Spike's rampage, was cowering on the bed. He was at her side in two steps. He gathered her trembling body into his arms and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.

"Spike," Willow breathed against his chest and wrapped her free arm around his neck.

"Shhh. It's alright now. I'm here," his voice was soft and soothing.

He pulled away from her and noticed the iron cuff locked around her wrist. He snarled and reached for her hand. Spike grabbed hold of the wide cuff with both hands and broke it open. Carefully, he took her hand in his. Her wrist was bruised and bloodied where she had struggled against her bond in a futile attempt to free herself.

Spike brought her wrist to his mouth and gently lapped at the blood. Its taste was exquisite. He felt a fire begin to burn in his belly, and his cock twitched with desire.

"Are you alright, loved?" he managed to speak.

"Yes, now. Please, get me out of here," she pleaded.

He drew her mouth to his in a deep kiss, then took her left hand and pulled her off the bed and out the doorway.

"Are we going to the warehouse?" Willow asked wearily as Spike pulled away from the depot.

Her head rested on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her and gently caressed her breast.

"No, we can't. Angel and the slayer will be looking for me. They're bound to find their way to the lair eventually," he explained.

"Where, then?" she raised her head and looked up at him.

Spike placed a kiss on her forehead, "We have to get out of Sunnydale, for the time being, at least."

"What?" she sat up fully. "Are you serious?"

"I am, pet. Do you want to go back there and take your chances with them after what they did to you?"

"No," she admitted. "But my parents--"

"Won't be home for days. You can call, leave a message that you've gone--I don't know where--somewhere to visit a friend," Spike suggested.

"I have friends down the coast. I can tell them I've taken my school work with me. They won't bother to check."

"There you are, then. You up for this, little one?" he asked in concern.

"Yes," she resolved. "But can we stop somewhere soon? I'm so tired."

He tightened his arm around her and grinned, "You'd better sleep now, pet, because you won't be doing much of that after we stop."

Willow chuckled and snuggled back against him, "I'm so glad you found me."
***
Between the two of them, Buffy and Angel had staked 14 vampires in an hour's time.

"What the hell is going on?" Buffy asked as she rested against a lamppost and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her shirt sleeve. "Is this an all-night buffet for demons, or what?"

Angel looked down at her, "I'd say someone is trying to keep us extremely busy."

Buffy's eyes flew to his. "Spike! He's figured out that we have Willow, and he's getting his revenge?" she asked.

"Or he's keeping us occupied while he searches for her," Angel replied.

"He'll never find her. That old building has been abandoned for years. The road is all grown over with weeds. I doubt anyone even remembers it's there," she said.

"You did," Angel pointed out.

"Am I underestimating him?" Buffy cast a worried look at him. "I'm underestimating him.

"Come on, let's go," Angel pulled her away from the lamppost.Several stakings and a mad dash later, they came to a stop outside the depot. Angel stared into the shadows as Buffy breathed heavily beside him. The couple made their way to the decimated outer doorway. They exchanged panicked looks and bolted up the stairs to find the upper door lying on the floor and the room empty, the broken manacle the only evidence that Willow had ever been there.

"He found her," Buffy groaned. "Oh, God, he found her."

Angel pulled her into a fierce embrace and fought back tears as Buffy's spilled down her face.
***
"Willow," Spike whispered into her hears.

She stirred against him, "Hmmm? What is it?"

"The sun will be up in a few hours. We need to get inside."

She roused herself and raised her mouth to receive his kiss.

"We've stopped?" she asked.

"Yeah. We can stay here for the day."

Willow had no idea where "here" was, but she allowed Spike to pull her out of the car. They stood in front of what must have once been a rather impressive hotel. It looked as though its caliber of clientele had slipped dramatically over the years. The white paint on its exterior was coming off in great strips, and two windows at the far end had been boarded up.

"Can we stay here?" she asked. "What about the sun?"

"We can take one of those," Spike pointed at the rooms at the end.

"You think they're available?" she wondered.

Spike shrugged, "Let's find out."

The owner told them that, although both rooms were cleaned and furnished, neither was available to guests. With a bit of cajoling from the charmingly witty blonde man, he finally consented and sent a housemaid to make the bed.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Willow giggled after the maid had left and they were alone in the room. "We've been traveling all night, and your wife is a bear if she's awakened by the sun? I can't believe you actually got him to swallow that!"

"He probably thinks we have some kind of weird fetish," Spike grinned.

Willow blushed at the idea that the portly, balding owner might actually have such thoughts.

Spike laughed at her reaction and pulled her close to him, "What's wrong, love? Never been called a weird fetish before?"

Willow slapped his arm, "Not funny."

"Sorry, baby," he bent to kiss her.

Willow leaned into him and deepened the kiss. Spike lifted her and carried her to the bed. She lay still beneath him as he slowly undressed her. His own clothing followed, and their naked bodies met and wrapped around one another. Her hands played across his chest. He took her uninjured wrist and guided her hand to his hardening cock. His fingers found her clit, and he began to rub against it as she gently stroked him, all the while amazed that she could cause such a reaction from this man.

Her musings were interrupted by the surge of desire Spike's fingers were creating as he teased her. She parted her legs, silently begging him to take her. She whimpered as she felt his cock against her pussy.

Spike brought his mouth down on hers as he entered her. Willow wrapped her arm around his neck, pressing his mouth hard against hers. He began to move inside her, and her body responded in perfect rhythm with his. He tortured her with his slow, deep thrusts, determined to drive all thoughts of the night's distress from the mind of his red-haired goddess.

Willow frantically pushed against him, her entire being focused completely on what his body was doing to hers. Spike sensed her agony and quickened his thrusts. His mouth moved to her hardened nipple, and he nipped at it. Willow gasped as she climaxed. Spike saw her eyes cloud over and felt her hands gripping his biceps before his body succumbed to his own passion and he drove into her, growling as he came.

Willow breathed a satisfied sigh as Spike sunk down beside her on the bed. She rolled into him, and he put his arms around her and rubbed her back. She was exhausted, and her body immediately relaxed as she rested against him and their legs intertwined.

They lay peacefully together for a moment before Spike's soft chuckle broke the silence.

"What's so funny?" Willow asked lazily.

"I was just picturing the slayer and Angel racing around Sunny hell dusting vampires and frantically looking for you," he laughed and pulled her tight against him.

Spike watched as a grin, equally as wicked as his own, formed on Willow's lips. He kissed the top of her head and listened as her breathing took on the slow, deep rhythm of sleep. He loved the feeling of this small, soft woman in his arms.
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Buffy sat in depressed silence. Xander fidgeted uncomfortably across the library table, and Oz stared, with unseeing eyes, into space.

"I can't understand why you didn't come to me," Giles spoke from the door of his office.

"There wasn't time," Buffy sighed. "Everything was happening so fast."

"For all of you? Xander? Oz? Damn it all! I could have helped!" the watcher was as stunned as the young people before him, and he was struggling to maintain his composure.

Buffy recognized his anger for what it was, a means of releasing the horrified frustration at having lost one of their own. She shifted in her chair and looked up at him. He softened at the sadness in her eyes.

"I failed her," she whispered.

Giles placed a hand on her shoulder, "You tried, Buffy. It isn't your fault she wouldn't listen. What I don't understand is why Spike is so determined to have Willow.

"Maybe his electric blanket shorted out, and he needed a new bed warmer," Xander spoke.

Oz looked daggers at him.

"I'm sorry," Xander said. "But what the hell is she thinking? She knows what Spike is!"

"Which only makes this all the more puzzling," Giles responded.

"Angel is keeping his ear to the ground," Buffy told him. "They can't have gotten far last night. They would have to have stopped before sunrise."

"I imagine so," Giles agreed.

"So what do we do?" Oz shook himself from his dazed silence. "Sit around and wait?"

"There's little else we can do at the moment. I've contacted the council, and they've got feelers out. I'm sure we'll hear something soon, either from them or Angel."

Giles hopeful comment did nothing to lift anyone's spirits.
***
Spike watched his little redhead sleeping beside him. He was mildly frustrated at having to flee Sunny dale. It hadn't been part of his plan.

His thoughts drifted as Willow breathed softly on his shoulder. How was it she had come to mean so much to him so quickly? Her fire and innocence had been the initial attraction for him. The certain knowledge that fucking chaste little Willow would turn the slayer inside out had been a definite bonus. And that was precisely what this was to have been--fuck Willow; screw over the slayer; leave Willow. But he'd realized the other night in her bed, as she lay sleeping against his still heart that his original plan had been shot to hell. There was no way he wanted out.

"So, what now?" Spike asked himself. He wanted to get back to Sunnydale. Willow belonged there. Hell, he belonged there. And truth be told, he actually enjoyed warring against the slayer and her wretched vampire. Countless opportunities to rub their noses in his relationship with Willow appealed to his sadistic mind. And when he eventually, inevitably, turned his lover and claimed her as his princess, the slayer would be rattled to her soul. Spike laughed softly at the thought.

Willow stirred beside him, and he pulled her warm body close and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around him.

"The sun will be setting soon," Spike shook himself from his former musings. "Hungry, pet?"

"Starving," she admitted.

"Let's satisfy one appetite first. Then we'll work on the other," he suggested as he moved on top of her and nestled a finger in the soft flesh of her pussy.

"Sounds reasonable," she sighed as she raised one knee, ran her palm down his back to rest on his tight ass, and gripped him hard.

A growl rumbled in his throat, and he brushed her hair aside and nuzzled her neck as he buried his throbbing cock inside her. All thoughts of Sunnydale and the slayer vanished from his mind as his senses were overcome by the scent of the woman beneath him and the feel of her hot channel gripping his cold shaft in unashamed lust.Their bodies moved together seeking the release they each needed.

Neither the vampire nor his lady could foresee the coming events that would drag them back to the Hell mouth.
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The vampire's feet dangled inches from the ground as Angel held him by the neck and shook him.

"What are you doing here?" Angel snarled.

The demon forced his voice through his constricted throat, "I heard you were looking for Spike."

"Yeah? And--"

"I can help," the vampire told him.

"I take it you work for him. Why would you want to help me?" Angel inquired.

"Because I want to see him staked," he gurgled.

Angel dropped the captive to the floor of the mansion and crouched down beside him, his eyes dark and questioning.

"I ran into the most gorgeous woman in the park a couple of weeks ago. All legs and tits, she was--"

"Get to the point," Angel snapped.

"I wanted her, so I turned her. She screwed as well as she looked," the vampire raised a hand and rubbed his aching larynx. "Anyway, we were going at it hot and heavy a couple of weeks ago woke the Lord of Sunnydale from his sleep. He wasn't pleased. He broke into my room, grabbed her by the cant, and tore her throat out. Damn bastard! He's free to hump any female that gets him hard. You find him; you take his red-haired bitch, right?"

Angel growled at the insult directed at Willow. The minion swallowed and scooted back.

"Where are they?" Angel asked.

The vampire looked at him hopefully, "You'll stake him, right?"

Angel grabbed the defector by the collar and pulled him up until they were nose-to-nose.

"Where are they?" he demanded.

"They were headed south, according to a friend, along the expressway. They pulled off at a convenience store to get gasoline. My friend works the night shift there--easy meals. Kind of like drive-through fast food, in reverse," the minion smirked.

Angel was unamused by his attempt at humor, "There are a lot of convenience stores along the expressway."

The vampire shrugged, "I'm not a fucking tourist guide. They pulled in around 3:00 this morning. You figure it out."

Angel tossed the informant aside and rose to his feet, "If you're lying to me--"

"I'm not!" he insisted. "Just stake the bastard when you find him. That's all I want."

Angel turned on his heel and headed for the library.
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"They couldn't have left town much after 1:00" Buffy said as Giles produced a detailed map of Sunnydale and the surrounding areas and unfolded it on the table.

"Two hours," he mumbled. "Let's say 150 miles."

Angel peered over the watcher's shoulder as they scanned the map. Giles trailed his finger along the red line that marked the expressway's route.

"We're lucky," he stated, raising an eyebrow.

"We are?" Buffy moved to stand beside him and looked down.

"The only filling station marked in the area is here," Giles tapped his finger on the filling station symbol.

"No wonder. It's in the middle of nowhere," Buffy said.

"Red Springs," Angel read the name of the town where the station was located.

"I'll get Oz. We can take his van," Buffy said.

"We'll take my car. I want to get Willow home safely, too, you know," Giles replied to Buffy's astonished expression. "It's 9:00 now; we can be there by midnight."

"Let's go," Angel urged.

A shadowy figure waited in its hiding place in the stacks until the three had left the library, and then made a hasty exit.
***
Spike had managed to find a small drug store, where he purchased some hydrogen peroxide, antibiotic salve, and bandages to dress Willow's wrist. He had met an aging widow near her car in the parking lot and had fed from her before he returned to the hotel. Once he was satisfied that Willow's wrist was properly cared for, they went in search of food.

Spike enjoyed watching Willow's reaction as the top-heavy waitress in a short skirt and low-cut blouse leaned a little farther than necessary over the table, giving Spike a good look at her ample cleavage, and placed the plate of food in front of Willow.

"Did you like that?" she scowled as the woman walked away.

Spike grinned, "I'll bet yours taste better."

Willow's blush traveled from her neck to her face, and Spike burst out laughing.

"You'd think I'd know better," she stated.

"You'd think so, pet," he brought her hand to his lips and nibbled at her fingertips.

"Stop that!" Willow ordered, snatching her hand away and casting a furtive look around the empty diner.

"Just you and me, baby," Spike smiled.

"And *her," Willow added.

"Her, who? She doesn't count."

"Oh," Willow grinned. "That's better."

She munched on a French fry and gazed in distaste at the little bowl of lime Jell-O that sat beside her plate. It was a most unappealing shade of green, with a minute dollop of whipped cream sitting forlornly on top.

"Ew, that's disgusting," she moaned.

"Oh, I don't know. I could think of a few tasty uses for this," Spike leaned across the table, scooped up the whipped cream on his index finger, and raised it to her lips. Willow drew his finger into her mouth and sucked the sweet, creamy confection off it. He moaned softly as she licked his finger clean.

"Do you know what you do to me, little one?" his voice was husky.

"What do I do to you?" Willow stared into his eyes.

"I'll give you a demonstration later," he promised.

Willow giggled and reached for another fry, "I'll look forward to it."
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It was the longest 150 miles in the history of human travel. Giles sped toward their destination, paying no heed to the posted speed limit, and praying silently that no policemen were lying in wait along the stretch of road.

"There!" Buffy barked as her eyes caught sight of the exit marker.

Giles veered right and slowed down as they drove into the quiet town of Red Springs. The clock on the dashboard read 11:30.

Angel was the first to notice the familiar black car parked at the end of the hotel. Giles pulled in and stopped.

"I'll go," Buffy said.

"Not alone," Angel told her.

He opened the door and took her hand. Giles sat behind the wheel and waited--and waited--and waited. Finally, the couple emerged from the lobby door and returned to the car.

"He wasn't very cooperative," Buffy explained. "I finally convinced him that I'm Willow's sister, and she's needed at home for a family emergency."

"Are they here?" Giles asked.

Angel shook his head, "He saw them leave about 45 minutes ago. He said there's an all-night diner down the street, within walking distance."

Giles maneuvered the car out of the parking lot and drove the short distance to the diner.

"That's them," Buffy breathed as she caught a flash of red hair from the booth near the window.

Their rescue took on a nightmarish quality as the blonde vampire and Willow stepped out of the diner. A figure moved out of the darkness and stepped into the light of a street lamp.

"Damn," Angel moaned as he recognized the minion he had caught lurking about his mansion hours earlier, and who was approaching Willow and Spike from behind.

Spike's sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of their stalker's footsteps. He whirled around, pushing Willow behind him. Angel scrambled from the back seat of the car and grabbed Willow by the waste, hauling her inside. He slammed the door shut, and Giles stomped on the accelerator.

"Willow!" Spike roared into the night.

Taking advantage of the distraction, the minion produced a stake from his tattered shirt sleeve and flung himself at Spike."Willow, no!" Angel shouted as the desperate woman reached frantically for the door while Giles sped down the expressway. "You'll get yourself killed."

"I don't care!" she screamed.

Angel pulled her forcefully against him and wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. She struggled in his embrace.

"Willow," he spoke into her ear. "Willow, stop. I'm not going to let go of you."

She squirmed futilely against him for several minutes before surrendering to his superior strength.

"Who was that?" Buffy turned sideways in the front seat and looked at her best friend with grave concern.

"One of Spike's boys, or he was," Angel answered.

"The one who told you where to find them," Giles said.

"Yeah. I never considered the possibility that he might trail us," Angel said regretfully.

"Why would he follow you? What did he want with Spike?" Willow's voice was ominously low.

A hesitant glance passed between vampire and slayer.

Angel tightened his arms around Willow before answering her question, "He wanted me to track you two down and stake Spike."

"You bastards! You left him back there! Giles, turn around!" Willow pleaded.

"It's too late," Angel told her. "Spike's gone, Willow. He never saw what hit him."

A pitiful moan escaped from her lips, and she slumped back in despair.

They continued the drive back to Sunny dale in mind-numbing silence.
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After the third consecutive day of Willow's absence from school, Buffy steeled herself and went by her house.

"Hello," Buffy said as her friend opened the door.

The redhead began to shut the door, but Buffy extended her arm and pushed it back open. Wordlessly, Willow turned her back on the uninvited visitor and walked to the living room. The slayer watched her as she sunk down onto the sofa, grief etched across her pale face.

Buffy glanced around the room, "Where are your parents?"

Willow spoke tonelessly, "Away for two more weeks, thank Satan."

"Don't talk like that," Buffy said. "You shouldn't be here alone."

"*You* shouldn't be here," Willow spat. "Get the hell out and leave me alone."

"I'm not going to do that. I care about you. You're my best friend."

Willow's quiet laugh bordered on hysteria, "A friend wouldn't have left him there to die."

"Willow--"

"You're such a two-faced little slut. You fuck your boyfriend, and he turns into the worst monster this town has ever seen. Did I help destroy him? No. I got him back."

"It isn't the same," Buffy argued.

"Of course it isn't; those were your feelings, your grief. When the poor slayer is suffering, hell must be turned upside-down to make it all better."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this. You can't have changed so much," Buffy whispered.

"The only thing that's changed is my vision. The blinders are off. It must drive you crazy to know someone sees you for what you are. Stay away from me--all of you," Willow demanded.

Buffy stood and walked to the door. She looked back at Willow with anguished eyes, "I'm not giving up on you, Willow. I'll always be here for you."

Willow sat in silence until she heard the door close. She buried her face in the sofa cushions as sobs wracked her body.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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