0 comments/ 16183 views/ 2 favorites Spiked Ch. 06-10 By: badgirl298 Both vampires could scarcely believe their good fortune. They both kept looking at her with disbelieving but blissful faces. It was starting to make Willow nervous. Why were they just standing there staring at her? "Uh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea." The captive vampire scowled at his counterpart. "Kiss her, you dolt. What? We're you a bleedin' priest before you were turned?" Spike didn't even have a snappy comeback. "Kiss her." He murmured softly as he reached out a tentative finger and placed it against her lips. She placed a small kiss on his fingertip and Spike sighed. He was going to be so gentle with her that she would never want to leave him. He leaned over and leisurely explored her mouth. The captive vampire was impatient, eager to participate. Spike 2 offered up his bound hands to them. "Unchain me." She lay her head against Spike's chest and bit her lip. "I don't know, I might like bondage." He scowled. She looked at him skeptically. "You won't try to-" "I could never hurt you, pet. Tonight is about you and bringing you pleasure." He looked at his 'good' twin. "Besides, you're knight in tarnished armor will be there." " If you try to hurt her, I'll make you a big pile dust. Handsome face and all." "See?" The other vampire said triumphantly. Willow slid the key out of her skirt pocket and unlocked the vampire's chains, pulling them from his bound hands and arms. He lifted his arms and stretched luxuriously. "Ahh, that feels better." With devilment in his eyes he swaggered over to her and bent to her whisper against her mouth. "And this will feel even better." This Spike's kiss was just as mind melting as the other's but this was had a darker tinge to it. It was hungry and demanding. As he ended his foray in her mouth for the moment, Spike stared into her eyes, a hint of yellow in his eyes. He looked ravenous. . .yet he was maintaining control so he wouldn't frighten her. Her knees wobbled as she stepped back to let him get out of the tub. Then, both vampires closed in on her. Her Spike . . .and he was going to be hers. . . in back and the other Spike in front. "Willow, luv," Spike whispered in her ear as he slid a sensuous hand down her back. "Relax, let us do all the work." Willow shivered as the other vampire spoke up."Not here, mate. We need a bed." "Upstairs." Spike directed. Quickly, they picked her up by her shoulders and feet and rushed her up Giles' stairs to the bedroom. They set her down on the foot of the bed gently, and she moved to a sitting position. She was in the middle of one of those defining moments in her life. Predictable, 'old reliable' Willow was about to have sex with two lustful vampires on a Watcher's bed. She couldn't even contain the sinful grin that spread over her face. She had a dark side alright and this seemed to be feeding into it. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she smiled at both of them and pointed to the tips of her shoes. They were baffled, watching to see what would happen. Slowly, a circling bolt of energy climbed her leg, melting without pain all the clothing it touched. Her shoes and socks were gone, leaving on her silver toe ring. The energy bolt then claimed her skirt, making it disappear in stages. It slowly unraveled, going from a below the knee to a micro mini to nothingness. Both Spikes visibly gulped, eyes riveted on the show. Still clad in her blue satin underwear, Willow watched the beam melt her t-shirt, leaving her in a matching bra. Then the beam hovered at her neck and then began a downward descent exposing her breasts. Both Spikes sucked in an unnecessary gulp of air. It made short work of her panties as well, exposing the thatch of cinnamon curls. Spike 2 hissed as his demon flared, anxious to stake its claim. Spike felt much the same way but was able to mask his demon's desire from the redhead. When they were about to lunge for her, Willow put up a halting hand. "Strip." They both reached for their shirts automatically pulling them up and off. Anything to get closer to her. Two pale, well-muscled chests were revealed. They reached for their pants then, unzipping them and pulling them down and off. Willow's eyes widened, it had been so long since she'd been with a man. She'd forgotten the lean, hard lines of their bodies. Their shafts were engorged with blood, heavy in their arousal. They leaned away from their bodies as if they were reaching out for her, starving for contact. This time it was Willow that gulped, floundering for something to say. "You both don't wear underwear?" "Get's in the way." Spike 2 said with a truly evil grin. His demon howled inside, wanting to taste the redhead. He pounced. Willow was pushed further up the bed with a happy-looking vampire between her legs. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and buried his nose in the sweet smelling curls. She gave a startled gasp. Tara had done this to her before but not Oz. She wondered if a man's tongue would feel different. Willow shook her head, freeing it of thoughts of her lesbian lover. She'd deal with that later. Sensing her distraction, Spike 2 got her attention back with a cool sweep of his tongue between her nether lips. She bit her lips and let out a small gasp. "No, mental holidays, luv. The only thing I want you to think about is this." With that he began to lick her in earnest. Ooh. . .his tongue was different, bolder and a little rougher. The other Spike rolled his eyes and laid down beside her, immediately capturing her rosebud mouth. He knew it sounded foolish, but he wanted to kiss her for hours. Spike wanted to mold her mouth with his own until she couldn't think of another's lips. He wanted to ravish her with his lips until she cried out, begging him to take her and make her his. Willow was pretty sure she was dead and experiencing some kind of hellmouthy version of heaven. Surely, heaving sex with two sinfully attractive vampires didn't happen in a normal heaven, right? Not that she was looking for an afterlife with harps, clouds, and angels. Mmm. . .Angel. . .oooh. . .two Spikes, a Willow and Angel. . .bad Willow! Two Spikes were bad enough. Yes. . .uhhh. . .Spikes. And Spike 2 did look like an angel, she thought as she looked down her body to see him laboring between her thighs. He was one of those depraved fallen ones with tilted halos and 'take me to bed' blue eyes. Yes, he was very. . .uh. . .very. . . .very. . . uhhhh. . . .bad. Willow came with a sort of shattered sigh. Spike released her mouth to suck on her neck, gently nipping her exposed throat. He moved to her left breast, taking a pouting crest into his mouth. She looked down to see a tousled haired Spike lay his head against her belly and regard with her interest. She was still coming, she realized. Little aftershocks that sizzled her senses. "How was it, pet?" "I've never felt like that before." He raised an eyebrow, his lips twisting in a knowing leer. Her Spike looked down at his counterpart. "I'm taking her first." Spike 2 scowled. "Over my dead body." "We're already dead, you stupid git. Now move your arse off of her before I kick it." "Uh, hello? Do I get some say in this?" Willow interjected. "Please stop the 'being dead' talk too, because that is. . .eww. 'Kay?" They nodded reluctantly. Spike 2's fingers were clutching her hips, unwilling to give up his hold. She tried to gently explain it to him. "I want this Spike to be with me first. I think I might. . .I have some feelings for. . .I just want-" Spike almost felt tears come to his eyes. "I feel the same way, pet." She hugged him to her. "Really?" A delighted smile broke on her face. He nodded and then claimed her mouth again. She was his! He was hers! They both thought. Things quickly turned explosive. She pulled her mouth away, sucking in breath. "Take me." Spike 2 reluctantly released his hold on Willow to crawl up beside her. Despite himself, he was moved by their touching scene. He wanted to be loved like that. Willow's eyes were full of devotion, he wished someone would look at him that way. This world's Spike pressed between her splayed thighs. Spike hissed as he lowered himself into her tight, hot depths. She was exquisite, felt like she was made just for him. He plunged deep and once he did, he knew that no one would take her from him. He didn't move, wanting to appreciate this moment. She felt like she was a part of him, she was his now. Forever. Willow felt the same way. This demon had somehow claimed her body, heart, mind, and soul in this one act of possession. She'd never felt this complete before. Never felt so connected to someone. Oz and Tara had just been time fillers until she could be with Spike. She smiled up at him, running a hand over his beatific face. Looking over, she saw Spike 2's expression. He was bewildered by this turn of events. "I'm his." She said quietly. His face fell. "But you are also Spike. I want you too." She slid a hand down his cool chest to cup his aching rod. He shuddered, burying his face in her sweet smelling neck. She began to stroke him in earnest. Spike caught her gaze. "Take him in your mouth." He thrust against her one time, causing them both to cry out. She looked at him once more, a question in her eyes. "I want you to be full of me. He is the only man, I'd share you with. " Spike 2, hearing this, eagerly moved his hips up the bed so that she could suck him. Spike began to pound into her. Willow moved her hips against him, moaning around the other vampire's erection. Spike 2 groaned in low in his throat as her warm little mouth settled on him, up and down. He moved his hands between their bodies and stroked her engorged clit. She was slick and hot with dew, coating his fingers. Willow came first, lifting her hips off the bed. Spike came then, shot his seed deep inside her, morphing as he did so. "Mine!" he roared to himself as well as the other vampire and sank his fangs into her breast. No pain. Spike 2 got the message, there would be no blood play for him with the redhead. Willow sucked harder on Spike's thick member scraping her teeth slightly under his head. She cupped his sack in her hand. He gasped, shooting himself in her hot mouth. She swallowed his seed willingly, loving the taste of him. When it was over, he pulled himself from her mouth and bent to kiss her. She was delicious, tasting of himself and blood from where she'd bitten her cheek when he'd made her come earlier. Spike still suckled at her breast, taking deep mouthfuls of her potent blood. When he couldn't risk taking anymore. He rolled over and spooned up against her back. Spike 2 released her mouth and spooned her front. Willow sighed, so many things were going to change. For the better. All three of them fell into an exhausted slumber. *********Willow 2 woke up with a start. She was still in Spike 2's bed, still clothed in a nightgown. The two Spikes appeared to be arguing furiously. The other Willow was pacing, she stopped when she saw her twin had woken up. "Are you okay?" She asked with concern, walking over to sit on the bed. "Yes, I-I'm fine. But what's going on?" "Are you familiar with the term 'Hellmouth'?" "Yes, Mr. Giles explained it to me." "Good. Did you work with Buffy, too?" Willow asked curious about her other self. Maybe she could take a few short cuts in explaining things if that was the case. "No." She thought a moment. "Giles said she was a Slayer, though. Did you know her?" "We were the best of friends." Willow said, sadness in her voice. She sighed. "But, back to the matter at hand. Good, so you know what a Hellmouth is. Strange things happen on it." "Like vampires and demons?" She looked meaningfully at the two Spikes were still arguing. "Yes." Willow said dryly. "Well, we -- the other Spike and myself, are from another Sunnydale." "Oh, another Sunnydale." Willow 2 frowned. "And you are. . .together?" "Yes, we are." "But he's a demon." Willow 2 said in a hushed voice. Willow patted the other's girl hand and smiled fondly, lost in a memory. "Yes, he is." Willow 2 scowled. "What's wrong with you?" ******* "Trust me on this." Spike blew a ring of smoke. "Kidnaping never works when it comes to human women." "It doesn't?" Spike 2 looked disappointed. " Humans have no sense of romance?" "Fraid not." He bent forward and spoke in a conspiratorial. "They don't even like to be tortured." "They're missing a lot of fun if you ask me." Spike shrugged. "They have strange ways." He looked at Willow. "But sometimes they're not all that bad." "Well, I think it my plan was working justfine until you showed up!" "No, it wasn't, mate. Trust me on that. You know I kidnapped my Willow once , too." "See? It does work. She's with you now." "No, it doesn't work. I nearly ate her." "Stupid sod." " I know." "How did you two know what I was doing anyway?" "Willow and I were watchin' you two in a glass orb of hers and she got right mad. You're lucky she didn't turn you into a toad or something." Spike winced. Spike 2 smiled slyly. "Tell you what, mate. Why don't you go on home and work things out with both Willows." "Over my dead body!" Spike 2 grinned. "Bit late for that, mate." Spike scowled. "Hands off my Willow." He cast a speculative look at the bed where the two Willows were talking. " But I say its high time you shared with me, I shared my Willow with you." "Never gonna happen, mate." ******* "I think you're crazy." Willow 2 insisted. " I don't care how good he is at. . .at. . .things." She gulped. Who knew what would've happened if their counterparts hadn't shown up? What would it have felt like to. . .back to business. "Did you know he has Giles downstairs?" "Goddess! I forgot about Giles." Willow exclaimed. "Yes, he tried to make an escape attempt and Spike 'stopped' him." Willow got to her feet and stomped over to Spike 2 angrily. Without thinking she delivered a stinging slap to his cheek. "You are such a. . .Errrr! I can't think of something awful enough to call you! You're just. . .just. . a bad, bad, bad vampire." she finished lamely. "Ooh foreplay! Knew you missed me." Spike 2 quirked an eyebrow at her and patted his leg. "Sit on my lap and give me a proper kiss hello, pet." "Stop that!" Spike shouted angrily. Willow rolled her eyes. tugged on Spike 2's hand. "Let's go, you're coming with me." The vampire chuckled. "Want me all to yourself, eh? You're an eager little thing." Willow had reached the limit of her patience. She picked him up off his feet by magick, letting him hover two feet in the air. " No, what I am is starting to get cranky. And believe me, you don't want that ." "Of course not, pet." Spike 2 said, relaxing when she lowered him to his feet. "Let's go get Giles." He dutifully obeyed her. Sure is beautiful when she's angry. Spike 2 cast a look at Willow 2 before he left. "I'll be right back, luv." He glared at the other Spike. "You keep your hands to yourself." The two of them exited the room. Willow 2 sat huddled on the bed looking forlorn. It tore at Spike, stirring his protective instincts. "How are you holding up, pet?" "I'm okay I guess." She sighed. "This day just can't get any weirder." "I wouldn't say that if I were you. When you do, it usually does get much weirder." Willow 2 chuckled, disarmed by his humor. " Can I ask you some questions?" Spike nodded. "You and the other me are really together?" "Absolutely." Spike got to his feet and sat at the end of her bed. She tensed but she didn't move away. "I'm in love with her." "I thought demons couldn't love." "Most of 'em can't. Me and the other Spike are special blokes though." Spike wanted the two of them get together. He knew how much he loved Willow, he wanted the other Spike to feel that kind of love. "Why don't you give him a chance? " "Because he kills people? He probably wants to kill me, make me into another demon." Spike laughed, he really doubted Spike 2 wanted another encounter with Vamp Willow. "No, I don't think he wants to make you a vampire, pet." She tilted her head to the side. "Do you kill people still?" "Can't. Have a chip." She frowned. "Long story, pet. Let's just say that it prevents me from killing." " Willow is okay with the fact that you used to kill?" "You might say I'm doing penance for my many sins, fighting the good fight and that rot. " Spike said gruffly. It was obvious to her that he enjoyed what he was doing but couldn't admit it. "And you really love her?" "More than unlife itself." "Hmmm, the other you fell in love with the other me when he visited you." Willow took a deep breath. Say that five times fast! "He must want a replacement." "No, luv, he doesn't'." Spike reached over and cupped her chin. "He loves you, Willow Rosenberg, in all your forms. Its your soul that Spike finds so attractive." "Are you saying that you love me too?" Spike winked at the blushing girl."What's not to love?" ******* "I'm so sorry, Giles." Willow breathed as she untied him and gingerly checked over his wounds. Thankfully, they were minor. "Quite alright." Giles said with quiet self-control. He rose to his feet and rubbed his wrists, they were raw from the ropes he'd been bound with. He looked at this girl. She wasn't the same person, somehow he knew that. This one had power. She was able to get Spike to release him, he almost seemed fearful of her. "Where do you come from, my dear? I'd like the whole story." "I'll tell you all about it, I promise." She turned to glare at Spike 2 who was still furious about all the dust on his carpet. She'd dusted all of Spike's minions with a fireball. "Serves you right, you undead bully." "Did you have to dust them all?" "I left one." Willow pointed to Xander, who stood quaking by the glass doors. "That git doesn't count, he's pretty much useless." "Your lucky I left you that much. " She regarded her old friend. "I just couldn't dust Xander." Then she turned to look at Spike 2. "Actually it had nothing to do with you." "Don't push me, little girl." "Thicken!" The air around the vampire solidified. Willow had created a force field, leaving him blocked in a cube of space. "Wanna finish that threat, Mr. Big and Bad?" Spike 2 growled. "No! Now will you let me out?" She did so and he trudged upstairs behind her and the Watcher. That evening, the Watcher returned home very confused by the encounter but with a great deal of material for entries in his Watcher's diary. He had left Willow 2 in the company of her other self and the two vampires. He'd seen what the girl could do and knew she would defend herself against Spike 2 if need be. Giles knew the other Spike was 'chipped' and therefore harmless. ********* "You have to woo a lady." Spike said to his counterpart. They were in a large room in the Crawford St. mansion. The two Willows were quietly comparing notes on their lives when the two vampires had exited the room. "Wooing? You really are housebroken, aren't you?" "Be quiet, you stupid sod. Just remember who is sleeping with Willow and who is sleeping alone!" "Fine." He was about willing to do anything if it would win him her heart. "What should I do?" "Listen carefully, you've got to have a plan." As Spike began to talk his twin began to smile, she would soon belong to him. ******* Willow was jealous. "You actually went to Oxford?" "Yes, I've been studying there for two years." "Wow!" She scooted closer to the other girl. "Do you have tea time? Have you gone to see Big Ben? Do you know what 'bangers and mash' are?" Willow 2 laughed. "Yes to all three! Willow, it's so much fun there! I'm surprised you didn't go, I really have enjoyed England. But what about you? Where did you decide to go? I'm sure you had lots of offers, too. Was it Harvard? Yale?" She wondered what her life would be like if she'd gone there. Spiked Ch. 06-10 "UC Sunnydale." She admitted. "What's wrong with you?" "Hey! I'll have you know that I-" "No, seriously, what's wrong with you? Staying in Sunnydale. . .AKA demon central. Dating a blood-sucking fiend! Going to UC Sunnydale when you could have gone anywhere!" "I stayed there to fight evil." "No, you stayed here to date evil." "Spike played no part in my decision making process! And who are you to judge my life?" "I'm you!" Willow 2 huffed. "Wouldn't you rather have my life than your own?" "No, I wouldn't want your life. You haven't had the experiences I've had. I've helped save more people than I can count. Increased my witchy powers tenfold. A-And. . . know how many apocalypse I've helped stop? Seven! Count 'em, SEVEN! So, put that in your crumpet!" "What's all the racket about?" Spike asked as he came in the door. He walked to Willow and kissed her upturned mouth. "You alright, pet?" "Fine." She murmured. "We just had a difference of opinion." "And here I thought you girls would be the best of friends." The two witches exchanged sheepish smile and said. "Sorry, Willow." In unison and then they laughed. Spike smiled at both of the two beautiful red heads. Spike 2 walked in the door, he looked nervous. And he was wearing a pair of dress pants and a red silk shirt. He tugged at the collar. Spike glared at him. "Sorry, I'm new to this." He approached Willow 2 carefully. He spread his hands, put a smile on his devastatingly handsome face and asked. "Would you go on a date with me?" Willow 2 cocked her head to the side, studying him carefully. "No." ****** Three cups of tea and two hours later, Willow didn't feel better. She felt worse. Much worse. In fact, she was rapidly escalating into panic mode. Giles, as he liked to be called, listened to the details of her experience with Spike. She had asked him some questions, such as. . .why did Spike call him a 'Watcher'? He had spent some of their time filling her in on what a Watcher and a Slayer were. She had also asked him to go over the finer points of vampirism. Willow found out all the ways to kill them, the different orders or clans, and how one was made, as well as other useful facts. But, by far, the most terrifying information she received was about Spike himself. According to Giles, he was a fierce, master vampire. When he had moved into town, he killed off his rivals and made their minions swear allegiance to him. Since his residence in Sunnydale, the vampire population had gone down a bit because he was concentrating his power. No one but himself was allowed to make a new vampire. He was very powerful, even though he was considered to be young by vampire standards. Spike had even killed two of the apparently superhuman Slayers. Easily. Giles said he was known to be relentless in the pursuit of something he wanted. And right now, he wanted Willow. Willow stood from her chair, too fidgety to sit anymore. "I have to leave, Giles. I'm going back to England tomorrow morning. I never should have come back here, I knew this place is cursed. And I was doing just fine at Oxford, too. Getting good grades, making friends, going about my life. Goddess, I've even grown to like the cuisine. And especially tea time, I love the clotted cream and scones with-" "Willow, you're babbling, my dear. " He said gravely. "You can not leave Sunnydale." She shook her head in denial. "No, you can't. " Giles said firmly. "I understand that you're afraid and your natural instinct tells you to run. But that instinct might get you killed. He'll only follow you there. Spike won't stop until he's got you where he wants you. Or he's dead." "W-what does he want me for? He said he wasn't going to hurt me." "He will hurt you, Willow, he's a vampire -- its his nature. He's a vicious, soulless demon that only thinks of his own pleasures." He took off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. "As for what he wants you for. . . its probably to turn you. From what you've described to me, I think he wants you for his mate." "Mate?" She groaned. "I was afraid you were going to say something like that." Giles clasped her hand in his own. "Let me help you, Willow. I know about vampires, staying with me is your best chance at staying alive." "Thank you, I 'd appreciate your help." She knew that this man was sincere. Willow didn't know enough about demons to fight him all on her own. "I'll stay." "Good. Now, why don't I make up the couch for you for tonight? I don't think you should be outside right now. I can take you to your place in the morning." "Alright." Though, Willow doubted she'd be getting much sleep tonight. ******* A knock on the apartment door woke Willow up. She stared blearily at the clock on the wall. It was 10 in the morning. She and Giles had stayed up until 3 talking and she hadn't gotten to sleep until 5. She padded over in her bare feet to the door, she'd slept in one of Giles' old shirts, it came down past her knees. Willow opened the door to see a man in a delivery uniform standing there. "Miss Rosenberg?" "Uh, yes, that's me." No one but Giles and Spike knew she was here. Willow had a bad feeling. "Sign here, please." He handed her a clipboard. She did so dutifully and then he thrust a long white box into her hands. "Thanks, hope you have a nice day." "Thanks." For bringing me a gift from my demon night stalker! She brought the box over to the couch and sat it down with a thud. She tapped her foot, debating. Should she open it? Yes, if she didn't she'd go crazy wondering what was in it. Willow reluctantly reached for the green ribbon which surrounded the box and tugged at it. "Here goes nothing." She mumbled to herself. She slid off the ribbon and then picked up the edge of the lid gingerly. "So help me, if there is something nasty in here. . .like bugs. Or. . .or. . .or a body part, or something else gross -- I'll curse him. With boils or warts or something." She flipped the lid off to find 12 tiger lilies. And they were beautiful and fresh looking. She reached for the card. It read. . .'These are for you, my Willow, They remind me of you, natural and modest, but unexpected and stunning. Like you. Yours Forever, Spike." Ack! He was good at wooing. Leave it to her, to fall prey to an undead Lothario. It would be easier to get angry if it were something disgusting. Under normal circumstances, this would be squeal-worthy. She would have called her friends and they would have analyzed everything word that he had written and what his choice of flower really meant. A sleepy looking Giles crept downstairs. He was swathed in a thick bathrobe. "Who was that?" "Flower delivery service for me." "Bloody hell." He murmured, moving to examine the box and the note. When he had looked it over, he called the flower shop. The owner said that they had found a note and money stashed in an envelope under the door when they opened in the morning. There were no records of the buyer's address or any other useful information. When he hung up, Giles looked at Willow with a frown on his face, clearly disturbed. "I'm right there with you, Giles." "We'll get you out of this predicament, Willow." "I hope so." She ran a hand through her hair. "Could you run me to my parents' house soon? Everything will look better once I've had a shower and some clean clothes." "Oh, uh, yes of course. Are your parents home, Willow?" "No, they had to leave. I saw them for just a couple of days before they left for a conference in Geneva. They're pretty busy." "I see. Uh, would you consider staying with me? It might not be safe for you to stay there by yourself. We could protect you more easily here, I have weapons and research materials here." "I was hoping you'd offer." She smiled sheepishly. Not wanting to sit around herself, scared silly. ******* As the sun set, Willow watched Giles fill a satchel with an impressive array of weaponry. She was curious, though. "Giles, if the Slayer is supposed to kill the demons. . .why are you patrolling at night?" "Normally, they would. But my Slayers. . .Faith and Buffy. . .they're dead. The new Slayer lives in Cleveland, it has a lot of demonic activity." He sighed. "I was put in charge of the Hellmouth. The Slayer comes here often enough though, to quell particularly difficult situations." There was a wistfulness in his voice. He obviously missed his Slayers. Poor guy. He changed gears rapidly. "I'm going out for a quick patrol. I want you to stay here, don't go outside and don't invite anyone in." She nodded. "Willow?" He asked hesitantly. "How do you feel about research?" "I like it." She said. "I love to find things out." "Then why don't you go over the Watcher's diaries while I'm gone?" He pulled some books from the shelf. "See if there are any weaknesses that Spike might have, or something that might be helpful." "I'm on it." She said, grateful to have something to do. A half an hour later, her eyes were starting to blur. Goddess, Watchers were a long winded. And pretentious. "Willow!" A voice said from outside of Giles door as a knock sounded. Willow flew to the small window by the Watcher's door. "Who's there?" "Wills, its me. . Xander!" In the darkness, Willow couldn't see, but the voice was familiar. She flicked on the light and opened the door a crack. Xander stood on the other side, goofy grin on his face -- just like she remembered. "Xander Harris!" She shouted, a grin spreading across her face. "How've you been?" "Just fine, Wills, and you? How's uh. . .Oxford, right?" "Great. College is going well. How's Sunnydale?" "You know. Chock full of crazy, lots of vamps." "I believe that! Hey, do you remember the Ascension when we were all fighting them?" "Not like I could forget. Wasn't that the weirdest? Staked quite a few vampires that night." He laughed "Most people just hang out with their family on graduation day, take a few pics. Not in Sunnydale though. What's a big life event without a demons showing up?" She laughed, she missed Xander's humor. "It's so good to see you again." Just then, a figure came out of the darkness. A cold arm snaked around Xander's waist and a vampiric face appeared by his shoulder. Another hand settled over Xander's startled mouth. "Spike!" "Hello, pet. Did you get the flowers?" He asked, as if they were talking over coffee in stead of the struggling body of her best friend. "Yes." She said through clenched teeth. "Don't hurt him." "Alright. I'll let him go, if you come outside." "What? No! Don't do this." She cried. "I play to win, pet. Now, come out here or you're little friend might need a transfusion." Willow felt tears begin to flow as she put herself through the invisible barrier. Spike shoved Xander out of the way and grabbed her up into his eager arms "Run Xander!" She screamed. " Tell Mr. Giles, he'll help us." Her dark haired friend smiled as he stood up from the ground. He dusted off his pants. "'Fraid not, Wills." His face morphed into its true state. He was a vampire. "No!" She whispered. "Yes!" He countered. "I've been a dead for about two years now. I was made right after the demon mayor appeared." She'd lost track of Xander during the Ascension, he must've been vamped that night. It's not like they'd been close before that though. The two had a falling out after he started dating Cordelia Chase. Willow had been blindly in love with her best friend and he didn't even notice her. It hurt too much to watch him with Cordelia. They had spoken very little since. She'd written him a couple of times out of nostalgia, but he never responded. And now he was a vampire. "How could you do this to me?" Willow asked, hurt by his part in her capture. His features smoothed out in the familiar lines of Xander's face. He gave her a small smile. "Don't worry, Wills. He loves you, he won't hurt you." Willow could almost believe he was her best friend and not the demon who spoke. "Help me get her in the car." Spike ordered, put off by the youth's obvious closeness to his Red. Willow began to fight wildly, shoving at his chest, raking his neck with her nails and kicking with her legs. He ignored her struggles. Xander took her feet and Spike took her head as they shoved her in the backseat of his Desoto. Soon, the car was roaring down the street. Back to Spike's home. *********** Willow sat in the back seat of the car with her arms folded across her chest and her eyes focused on the scenery that was whizzing by at a frenetic pace. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, she had to get out of this somehow. Willow directed a scowl at the back of demon Xander's head. Logically, she knew that this wasn't her best friend, his soul was long gone. But the betrayal hurt the same. Though she was the one silly enough to believe that he had come looking for her of his own accord. Maybe she had just been hoping he would and just easier to dupe. She had been waiting for him to say that he regretted choosing Cordelia over her and had come to apologize. The younger vampire had closed his eyes as soon as they started moving, he was clearly tired. But Spike was vigilant, watching the road intently and glancing back at her often. The likelihood of escape seemed slim. Well, at least she had some answers now, she knew where Spike was getting his information from. But why would Spike grill Xander about her? She had never met the vampire before. Who did he think she was? Something still didn't make sense. In fact, she was willing to bet that something hellmouthy was going on. Besides the being 'kidnapped by two evil vampires' thing. Even if Spike were to slack off in his observation of her, there was no way out of the car. Both of the locks had been tampered with, they opened from the outside but not the inside. She had surreptitiously tried them. Not that she would be able to get out even if they weren't. Spike was taking them to their destination at a breakneck speed. She'd kill herself if she attempted to jump out. Though, death was no doubt part of Spike's plan for her. Death later was better than death now. "You alright, pet?" Spike asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror. "Fabulous. " She said dryly. Spike was about to say something when she gave him her patented'death glare', he wisely shut his mouth. Willow directed her black gaze down to the floorboard. It was littered with opened cigarette packs, a half-eaten box of Wheetabix, and jagged empty bottle of whiskey , and a couple of comic books. There also appeared to be blood stain on the backseat. She gulped. Then, Willow spied her purse and her books. She snatched them up and held them to her chest like they were a life line. "You took these too?" She'd been too eager to flee the scene of his attack last night to remember to ask Giles to get her things. "I didn't take them, I kept them for you." Spike adjusted the mirror so he could have a better view of her beautiful face. "I thought you'd want something familiar at your new home." "My new home?" This was really happening, it wasn't some bizarre dream. There was no escape. He was probably hauling her off to some goddess- awful crypt he slept in, complete with dead bodies. "You'll love it, Red. I promise." He smiled convincingly, trying to reassure her. Spike hated scaring her but he needed her. Period. Spike needed her, wanted her, loved her. He wasn't going to lose her again. Ever. She would learn to love him eventually. After all, the other Willow adjusted to her demon. Willow took in deep, steadying breath. Once he got her 'home' it would be all over, she knew the sly vamp would probably keep her under lock and key. He probably had minions there to guard her. She had to get out of this before they got home. She needed to find his weaknesses. Stakes. Don't have any. Holy water. Zilch. Crosses. Struck out. Wait a minute. . .Spike wanted her pretty badly, that was obvious. She was a weakness of his. But how could she take advantage of it? An idea came to her. Well, it was better than nothing. She gulped, this would take some courage on her part though. Willow scooted up in her seat and placed her hand on the back of his. Spike's smile widened. "S-Spike?" She said, playing it to the hilt. "Last night, you s-said that you w-weren't going to hurt me, but Giles told me that you w-would." "Why would you believe that silly old tosspot? Pet, if I were only after a meal, I wouldn't have bothered to go to this much effort to get you. You're very special to me." Willow felt tears come to her eyes. No man had ever said that to her. And he said it with such quiet conviction. "I guess that does make sense." She bit the inside of her lip as she thought. In many ways, this was a romantic gesture on the vampire's part. Too bad, she'd end up dead at the end of the evening when he changed her. Yep, time to get back to the plan. She smiled shyly, her hand 'accidently' brushed the hair at the back of his neck. " You really think I'm special?" Spike grinned. All women loved compliments. He had a feeling that Willow needed them more than others. He bet a lot of people had been too stupid to notice how unique she was. "Absolutely. Knew from the first moment that I saw you that you weren't like any other girl I've met." She smiled once more and ducked her head in a charming way, still shy. Spike relaxed a little, it wouldn't be that hard to get her to come around. She was already starting to warm up to him. "Spike, do you know me? Have we met before?" Or are you a loon as well as a bloodsucker? She cuddled up closer to he back of the seat and rested her head, just inches from his shoulder. Spike was having trouble concentrating on the road and her words at the same time when she was so close to him. The idea that this innocent creature would practically snuggle up to him was testing his self control. It was a heady thing for a demon to be given so much trust. He tried to calm down, not wanting to show his demonic visage now. It would only frighten her. "I do know you, pet. You just don't know me." He was afraid to explain too much to her too soon. Especially in a moving car, where he couldn't break the news gently to her. She had accepted the idea that he was a vampire but alternate dimensions might be too shocking this point. Finding out you had a twin was disconcerting under the best of circumstances. "You've been stalking me?" Had he been skulking around her dorm and watching her while she was in England? Giles said he had just been on a recent trip. Oh no! Maybe he had done a spell or something to convince her to come back home. Willow had been plagued with a desire to come here for weeks. She hadn't felt that way in two years, hardly missed the place when she left. She pulled back from him. Spike was bereft at the physical distance she had imposed on them. "No, I promise that I haven't been stalking you. I just can't explain what's going on right now, but I will soon." Willow took a deep breath, forcing down her fears. She would get the information out of him eventually. She had a plan, she needed to stick to it or she'd never be able to get out of here. "Alright. I want to know, but it won't do any good to argue with you right now. " She moved her hand to back of his seat again and brushed his shoulder lightly. Knew she was a smart chit. Spike sighed, letting himself bask in her nearness. He took one hand off the wheel to pat himself down for a cigarette. Blast. "Pet? I know you're not thrilled with me at the moment, but could you get me a cigarette from one of those packs back there?" "Sure." Her demon night stalker had her playing errand girl. Yipee. As she reached for a cigarette, Willow noticed the jagged edges of the whiskey bottle. A weapon. She quickly snatched the cigarette and handed it to him. Spiked Ch. 06-10 "Thanks, pet." Spike took it from her outstretched hand and lit up using the car's cigarette lighter. Willow kept her eyes on the road but let her hand drift down to the floor board, seeking the bottle. Spike's eyes narrowed on her. "What are you doing down there?" Think fast! "I have a pebble in my shoe, it hurts." Damn, now she sounded like a petulant child. "Poor baby."Spike said with no sarcasm in his voice. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Willow's eyes widened at the mental image. Those cool lips drifting over her skin. Him taking her toe in his mouth to suck. She blushed. "Uh, no." Good goddess, what's wrong with me? Spike chuckled, deep and low in his chest. "Let me know if you change your mind." She gripped the bottle in her hand. Now what? If she hit Spike, she'd still have Xander to contend with. And vice versa. She needed to take them out both at once. But that was impossible being one person with one weapon. What could she use to her advantage? Blood. All vampires craved it and Spike wanted her, her blood must be part of that. She knew what she had to do. She set the bottle between her feet, jagged edge up. Gritting her teeth, she grazed her left arm and hissed in pain as the bottle tore into her flesh. "Ow!" Immediately, Xander's eyes snapped open and he vamped out. Spike managed to keep himself from changing. She lifted arm over the seat, exposing the bloody wound to their avid gaze. Spike's mouth went dry. The scent of her blood was overwhelming. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the road. He'd never even had a chance to taste the other Willow's. But here was his witch, offering up her pale arm striped with crimson to him like a gourmet meal. He wasn't the only one she was offering it to. Xander licked his lips, he was still young and had trouble controlling the hunger. He made a grab for her arm but Spike pushed a hand against his chest. Willow saw her golden opportunity. She grabbed the steering wheel and forced the car off the road. Spike and Xander were growling at each other, fangs bared. By the time they realized what she had done, it was too late. They careened across the other line of traffic, narrowly missing a van. Willow ducked to the floorboard, careful of the bottle. They crashed into the ditch. Willow slowly got up and stared at her companions. Xander's head had a nasty wound from where he had hit the windshield. Spike was slumped over the steering wheel. The car was tilted at a crazy angle. Seeing her chance, Will sat down on the seat and then lay down. She put her feet against the side door window and shoved them through, sending sparkling bits of glass flying everywhere. She glanced at the unconscious forms of the two vampires. Good, they didn't wake up. She slowly eased out of the window, managing not to incur another scrape. She looked at the vampires once more. She should stake them while she had a chance. She couldn't reach Xander though, his door was firmly wedged in the ditch. Willow went to a nearby sapling and pulled off a tiny but sharp branch. She stripped it of leaves and then walked back to the car. She put her hand in through Spike's open window and held the stake to his chest just above his heart. The vampire stirred in his slumber. His ice blue eyes opened blearily. "Willow? Pet, are you alright?" Then, he lost consciousness. Willow sighed. She threw her stake to the ground and reached in the car to retrieve her things. She wouldn't be responsible for his death. She couldn't deal with the guilt. She ran off into the night. ******* Half an hour later, Willow was exhausted. She was hopelessly lost, unfamiliar with the new housing developments and streets that had developed in Sunnydale since she had left. And here she was wondering around in the dark with a bleeding wound. Vampire bait. She kept walking down Wilshire Blvd until she reached Shadow Ln. Amy's house was near, just down the block. She began to run again. With a stitch in her side, she reached Amy's place. She ran the door bell and a familiar face greeted her. "Amy!" "Willow! How are you?" "Just fine. Can I come in?' "Of course. Why were you doing outside anyway?" " It's a long story." She sighed. "Good. I love long stories. And, I think there someone here who's dying to see you again." "Who?" "Jesse." Her old friend got up from the couch in the other room. "Wills?" He opened his arms for a hug. "Jesse!" Then remembering Xander's betrayal, she backed away from them both. "Are you guys dead?" Amy and Jesse both shook their head 'no'. She pointed to a mirror on the wall and they both stepped in front of it. Vampire tests were common. "See? We're alive, not vamps." Jesse said. "What's up with all the paranoia?" "I have a vampire stalker." Jesse put his hands in his pants pocket. "That sucks. That happened to Becky Ferguson last year. Remember her from physics class? Oh, and Harmony, too." "Yes, what happened to them?" "They're dead now."Willow frowned. This was not good news. ******* Spike came awake to find his car crashed and his Willow gone. He punched Xander in jaw. "Wake up you silly ass!" "What?" Xander said, rubbing his jaw and moaning. "She's gone." He hissed. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't tried to taste her blood." "Maybe you don't deserve her blood." Spike was seconds away from staking him. "And you do?" "No, I don't either. It's not like you'll win. You think she cut her arm on accident? She's too smart for that, you're out of your league." Spike smiled to himself. Why hadn't he seen it? Willow had sliced her own arm so she could distract them. Clever girl. Little did his witch know that this only made him want her more. He loved the thrill of the chase. And she was truly worthy prey. He licked his lips as he imagined besting her. Let the games begin! ************ "You'll never catch me!" Willow cried, evading his grasping hands. "Care to wager on that, luv?" Spike said dangerously. His naked chest was illuminated by the faint candlelight, his movements deliberate as he pursued her across the darkened living room. Willow took a step back, edging towards the door. One slim hand opened it to admit a sliver of sunlight. "Oh really? I believe I'll take you up on that bet." Spike's hair was tousled, his jeans unbuttoned ; he looked like some randy satyr come to ravish her. He was really beginning to enjoy this. "Do you really think sunlight will save you, my pet? I always take what I want and I want you. " She moved further into the sunlight. Willow's smile was deceptively innocent as if she didn't realize that the blazing light outlined her beautiful body though her nightgown. "And once you get me, what do you plan to do with me?" Spike's mouth went dry as he stared at her. He tilted his head to the side, putting his hands behind his back as continued to stalk his wayward fire goddess. "I could tell you, pet, but I think it'd be more fun to show you." He grabbed her hand, narrowly evading the light, and pulled her into his arms and away from the it's protection. "Wicked girl." He whispered in her ear before he bit her earlobe gently. "I learned it from you." She said saucily. He swatted her behind and then swung her up in his arms, growling playfully. She shrieked as he rushed her upstairs to her room. She couldn't wait, she couldn't remember ever being this aroused. Spike tossed her on the bed. Then he loomed over her, holding both of her wrists in of his large hands. He bent his mouth to mouth her nipple through the sheer nightgown and lapped at it. She bucked against him. "Please," she entreated. H e grinned against her the soft globe of her breast. His other hand skillfully snaked up her inner thigh, teasing her womanhood with soft brushes but not actually touching her. She writhed on the bed and he relented. He reached the apex of her thighs and plunged one finger into her heated core. "Tell me what you want," He asked, sliding his long cool finger in and out in a delicious pace. Willow was mindless, her hips sliding up to take him in deeper. "Goddess," she hissed between clenched teeth. "Tell me, Willow. Tell me what you want." "Inside me, please. Inside." she urged. "You want another finger inside you?" Spike said as he slid another digit in her. She groaned, both at the contact and in frustration . "No! More . . .need more." Spike released her wrists and she grasped the sheets in both hands. He pulled his zipper down and his erection was released, insatiable and hard. He wanted inside her desperately, but he needed her to say the words. "Is this what you want ,pet?" Her glazed eyes lid over him."Yes! Please Spike, I want you inside me. NOW!" Willow wailed in abject need. Spike moaned, nearly exploding from her words. He positioned himself and sank into her to the hilt, grasping her hips. "Willow." Spike muttered, a plea, a homecoming. He never wanted to leave her. Could stay inside her forever, in fact. Together they ground against one another, hips working in a physical poetry of arms and legs. Minds gloriously empty accept for thoughts of each other. Abandoned in their drive for release. Spike slid his hand in between them and inside her, stroking the distended nubbin of flesh lovingly. She came instantly, sending him into his own climax. "Spike!" ******* In the alternate Sunnydale. . . "Spike!" Willow snarled, taking out her frustration on the rocks who dared to be on the sidewalk. She kicked them viciously sending them skittering into the nearest lawn. She had just gotten in touch with her anger and was ready to make Spike sorry he ever decide to go after her. "Stupid (kick), arrogant (kick), male (kick), chauvinist (kick, kick), vampire (kick). She took in a deep breath. That feels better. She looked up at the graying sky, it was almost dawn. She'd spent most of the night talking with Amy and Jesse. They had just dropped her off a few moments ago. The trio had lost track of time, revisiting old memories and catching up with one another. It felt had felt so good to listen to how their lives were going, she'd missed them. Though, they'd all written to each other and made a few phone calls. It wasn't like being in the same room, chatting with each other. She had also debriefed them on her vampire stalker, Spike. They had filled her in on some details about the master vampire. Basically, it was almost the same information that Giles gave her. All they information they had on him were rumors, whisperings of what they'd overheard from vampires. The two of them had been aware of what demonic events occurred in Sunnydale due to the Ascension and Mr. Giles debriefing. When the time had come, Jesse had been glad to leave Sunnydale, hardly coming back at all except for Christmas and other holidays. Amy was attending UC Sunnydale, wanting to work on her magickal skills which were enhanced by the Hellmouth. Willow felt that too, somehow her powers were charged by the unseen forces. She felt more a bit more powerful here. Willow darted up the path that lead to the private courtyard around Giles' apartment. No sooner had she opened the door when Giles came into view. He looked harried and worn as if he hadn't slept much. "Willow!" He pulled her inside and embraced her briefly, then he surveyed her neck for bites. Giles stepped back, embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. Please, forgive me. I thought he'd. . .he'd taken you." She smiled at his stuffiness. "He did take me, but I got away." Willow had made up her mind earlier not to tell Giles everything that happened. She knew he would be upset with for her inability to stake Spike when she had the chance. She knew it was stupid, but when the vampire asked her if she was alright, so concerned about her safety. . .she just couldn't do it'. "Has he had you there all night? Did he. . . did he. . .hurt you, Willow?" "Hurt me? Oh, you mean. . no. . .no, not like that. I got away a few hours ago, right after he took me actually. I. . .uh. . .jumped from his car, and I then I rolled away into the grass. I think his car crashed or something because he didn't follow me. I ran to . . .um. . . Amy's house. I used to go to high school with her. I stayed with her all night. I would have called but I didn't know you're number, it wasn't listed in the phone book either. . . and I thought it was best to stay out of sight until dawn." "Good show, Willow. And of course you couldn't call me when you didn't have the number." He was all Watcher again. " Now, tell me how he captured you in the first place." Giles grabbed up a pot of tea from the stove and poured them both a cup. Willow sighed. Given the Watcher's penchant for details, it was going to be a long morning. ******* " I think you'd better explain yourself." Spike said, glowering at the fledgling vampire. The little twit had come to his attention yesterday when he'd seen him feeding in the park. He remembered seeing him at the other Willow's home and had brought him to his lair to get some information on this world's Willow. Xander hadn't provided much, saying that he didn't know her that well. Spike had known youngman was holding something back but he wasn't sure what. And from what he'd seen last night. . .there was something important the boy wasn't telling him. "How exactly do you know Willow Rosenberg?" "I told you! She was my best friend." "That's not the impression I got. Before Spike had stepped in, the man had looked very friendly with his Red. " He circled the other vampire. "Some people find pain to be a great motivator. No pain , no gain, right?" Spike kicked him in the ribs, sending him sprawling on the floor. When Xander tried to stand up again, the blonde vampire delivered another vicious kick. "In this case, it's your pain and my gain. Now. . .what aren't you telling me?" Xander held his side, gasping. "I'll tell you! She used to have a crush on me but I went out with another girl that she hated." His voice softened. " I lost her friendship by doing that." "You gave up her love for the sake of some silly chit? I should kill you for doing that to my Red." "But?" Spike walked over and grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck. "But. . . I need you to tell me everything you know. I didn't get the whole story last night, we barely scratched the soddin' surface of her life. I want to know what she likes, what she hates. Tell me about her parents, her friends, her childhood. . .leave nothing out. Tell me everything that will let me get to her." ******* "Are you sure you want to do this, Willow?" "I'm sure, Giles. What am I going to do here that would be useful? We've been over the Watcher diaries and haven't found anything useful. Let's see what we can scare out of some vamps about Spike's plans, alright?" "Alright. Stick close to me and be on your guard." With that, she and Giles loaded the equipment in his car and took off to patrol. As they were traveling down the road, he turned to her. "We have to make a small stop, Willow." "Okay." She smiled, he looked decidedly nervous. They stopped in front of a small house on Ravello Dr. "Joyce? Are you there?" A blond woman appeared at the door. She embraced the man and they kissed discreetly. How sweet, Giles had a 'lady friend'. They talked for a few moments and then she waved from the door as he slid in the car. As they drove away, Willow smiled at the women and she smiled back. "Is that your girlfriend, Giles?" "Uh. . .yes, she is." He rubbed one hand with the other on the steering wheel, uncomfortable. Willow knew it was time to change the subject. "So, what demon haunts are we hitting?" "I have several places. I thought we'd start with some cemeteries." "Oh, goody." ******* Giles and Willow were getting very dusty but were no closer to any information on Spike's plans. This was the third cemetery of the night. "Well, looky what we got here." A dopy, middle-aged vampire said as he approached her. "Mmm, redhead. My favorite kind of meal!" Willow grimaced, but persevered. "Do you know a blond vampire named Spike?" The vampire was very intent on getting to her neck, walking towards her purposefully. He was obviously a minion, too caught up in his own bloodlust to even hear her. Willow quickly placed her stake in his chest, pulling it out rapidly. The wind blew away his dust. "Good shot, luv. I didn't like him much anyway." Willow turned to see Spike stepping from behind a tombstone. "Spike. And just what are you doing here? Like hanging out with the other dead folks?" She tapped her shoe on a grave. Her eyes casually glanced over at Giles who was busy dusting a vampire forty feet from her. "Came to see you, of course." His eyes were practically eating her up. "You know you caused me a lot of trouble the other night, pet. I had to turn a mechanic to fix my car." She smiled proudly. "That was kind of fun." "And dangerous. You could've been killed when the car crashed. Or that stupid fledge could've drained you dry if I hadn't been around to stop him." "Oh? And its better to be drained by you? Given the choice, I'll take Vamp Xander. At least I know him. . .or who he used to be." Spike grinned, casually draping an arm across a tombstone. "I don't think you'd choose that git, luv. You're a woman with taste." His voice lowered, laced with intimacy. "Besides, I know you want me. I can make you feel things you've only dreamt of." How does he make his voice sound like that? Kind of a husky purr that dances along your spine. . .Woah! Stay on task, Willow. "Does that line work for you very often?" She tossed her red hair back. "Drunken frat boys come up with more original ones." He chuckled, amused by her quick wit. "I've missed you, pet." "You know what? I'm bored with this." She sprang into action, throwing holy water on his arm. Spike growled, his demonic features coming to the fore. "That wasn't very nice, luv." "Neither am I. I'm sick of this twisted little game you're playing with me." She started to circle him. Spike circled her to, admiring her lithe body. The holy water had hurt, but he'd always craved a bit pain with his pleasure. This was the best foreplay he'd ever had. "Think you can take me, pet?" Willow ignored his innuendo. "I don't want to take you, I'm going to kill you!" She lunged at him but he grabbed the stake from her hand and spun her around, now her back was pressed against his chest. She was breathing heavily from fear and exertion. "I don't think you want to kill me, I think you want to give in to me." "Let me go!" She struggled in his arms but he passed her to two very large vamps who seized her arms. Spike distracted her so she wouldn't pay as close attention to her surroundings. Dammit! Thinking fast, Willow focused on the stake which lay on the ground . It levitated in the air but Spike snatched from her mind's grip. "Tsk, tsk, you don't want to hurt me now, do you pet?" Goddess! "GILES!" She screamed. But he was being loaded into the green van that she was being led to. The two burly minions lifted her inside. Spike climbed in and they screeched off into the night.