Chapter One
He was too close to her neck. Far too close for comfort. "She didn't even love me enough to cut off me hea'," soft blonde hair rested against the shoulder of her pale pink fluffy jumper. Her eyes glanced down to the broken bottle at her feet, it wouldn't kill him but it would certainly hurt him. Enough to get away? The girls green eyes darted over to the door, it wasn't a long distance but there was Xander to think about. Her eyes rested on him, at the pool of blood clotting at his temple. "I haven' had a woman in weeks," when her green eyes rested on her captor a gasp escaped her lips. She knew what he was, had known since she'd first met him. But every time she saw those golden eyes with the black pupils, the scrunched up forehead and nose...the fangs...she felt a sharp stab of terror.
"N – Now just hold on," she cried jumping from the bed and almost tripping over her feet. "I'll do your spell! But there will be n – no bottle in face or...having of any kind!" The golden eyes scanned over her and she suddenly felt inappropriately dressed, as if she were scantily clad and not in loose jeans and a baggy pink jumper. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, her forehead brushed the stiff leather of his jacket and she inhaled a whiff of his scent. Whisky, cigarettes and some sort of cologne. She let out a small whimper and braced herself for the puncture of fangs in her neck, but they never came. The fingers massaged her neck, flexing back and forth as the vampire thought on her words.
"Alright," he finally whispered and released her. "Get started." Green eyes looked at him fearfully as he nodded his head towards the equipment on the bed.
"I – I'm not a real witch you know. I – I don't know if this is going to work right away." Her eyes quickly flicked up, she spied him through the cobwebs on the post of the bed. He left hand lounged against it casually holding his weight as he leant towards the right.
"Well if at first you don't succeed I'll kill him and you try again." The vampire's right hand gestured to the unconscious boy on the bed and he smiled, almost warmly, at her. Her throat tightened and she looked at Xander. She couldn't be the cause of his death. He was her best friend, the boy who'd stuck with her when she was renowned as a loser! He'd probably be far higher up the social hierarchy if he'd ditched her back in elementary school. She quickly scanned through the bits the vampire had collected, there wasn't enough there. Shit. She thought in a blind panic.
"This isn't enough." She finally managed to squeak.
"What?"
"Well...there are other ingredients." Her body trembled as the vampire strode around the bed towards her. Towards me...not Xander! He can't kill Xander for this, it isn't my fault! "And there's a book...a spell book, this isn't it and I need it..."
"You've got it though? At home?" The vampire's voice was almost desperate as he stepped up to her, barely a foot apart.
"Not at home...I left it somewhere..." He close beside her, his nose gently sniffing at her hair. His hand reached out and took one of hers that had clutched a raven's feather. His fingers were cold and hard with calluses. She felt his index finger and middle finger cover the inside of her wrist where her pulse lay. She could feel her pulse beating rapidly, she was aware of it on the inside of her wrists, her thumbs and most terrifyingly her neck. She turned her head away trying to keep her neck covered with her shoulder length red hair, anything to keep him from seeing it.
"Where?" Good question. She thought, where had she left the book? "Where is it Willow?" The hand gripping her wrist tightened and she cried out as she felt her bones cracking beneath the pressure.
"At school!" She cried dropping to her knees in pain, she screamed at the sound of snapping and a pain like fire shot up her arm. Spike continued pressing down on the broken limb and tears blurred her eyes. "Stop, please stop!" She screamed and kicked one of her legs out under his. The vampire fell back with a startled shout but managed to break his fall; Willow cradled her hand and knelt beside the bed tears blurring her eyes. "Spike please, I'll help you get Drusilla back but let Xander go." The blonde vampire looked at her as if in a trance, he began sniffing the air resembling a cat sniffing a piece of meat been taken from the oven. He crawled over to Willow, his face no longer human but that of his true monstrous self. He sniffed at her hair, her face and finally her neck.
"The blood of an innocent," he whispered huskily slowly pulling away from Willow and staring at her as if intoxicated. "You will help me get Drusilla back...but I have a better idea love." He bit down on his wrist and tore the skin away, Willow watched in disgust as crimson liquid burst from the wound. With a cry she found her mouth forced down onto his wrist, the blood washing down her throat. She tried to pull her head away but Spike held her head there firmly with his other hand, gently stroking her hair as she did. "There's a good girl," he cooed, "jus' a little don' worry I won' turn you. Yet." When he was sure she'd taken enough to heal her wrist he pulled his wrist away from the girl's mouth and pushed her to the floor. She moved to wipe her mouth, to cleanse herself of the blood, but before she could Spike crushed his lips against hers and pulled her close. He couldn't help himself. He really hadn't had a woman in weeks, and the sight of her with blood smearing her mouth was erotic for him at the moment. He looked at the boy unconscious on the bed and sneered with loathing. "She thinks I've gone soft...you and your bloody friend here...because of you and the slayer." He shook his head and laughed; pushing himself to his feet lithely he looked down at Xander and laughed. "The jumper...take it off." He nodded at the fuzzy jumper she wore, Willow looked at him as if he had gone crazy.
"What?" Spike pulled her to her feet and she yelped as her wrist was knocked against her leg, she could feel the bones melding together but it was painful. At least when he had broken it, it had snapped quickly. This was agonising.
"Take. It. Off." Spike hissed and she looked at him frightened.
"What are you going to do?" She didn't need her shirt off to do a spell. She knew Xander liked to look at the pictures and engravings of semi-naked women...but they hadn't had to have been naked! In fact she was sure those engravings had been done that way to appear more erotic!
"Don' worry love I'm no' gonna rape you. I need you innocent." This didn't comfort her in the slightest; carefully she first shrugged her left arm free and then carefully pulled her right arm from the jumper. Spike pulled it over her head, his eyes focused on her upper body for almost a full minute. She wore a plain white bra; there was nothing sexy or erotic about it. It was purely functional. But he felt himself growing hard at the sight of her apple sized breasts filling the cups. "Sit on the bed. Back against the post." Willow did as she was told and bit back a yelp as Spike pulled her hands behind her back, she felt him wrap the jumper around her wrists as a makeshift rope. "This won' take long," he promised her. He looked down at Xander and drummed his fingers against the post that Willow was bound too thoughtfully. "Which do you think the slayer would loathe more? Finding him dead...or finding him undead?"
"NO!" She cried shaking her head, "Spike don't!"
"This is exactly why Dru left me!" Spike laughed and shook his head, "of course I've gone soft! Two slayers I've killed...yet with that blonde bimbo..." He shook his head and hoisted Xander from the bed, the boy's head rolled back but still he didn't wake. Willow pulled at the jumper which held her in place and tried to kick out but Spike moved away from her legs and buried his fangs into Xander's throat. He could feel the boy's heartbeat beating against his chest and he used that as a judge when to stop. Willow's screams fuelled him on, he could feel his erection tightening and he forced himself not to give into bloodlust. Kill. Kill. KILL! The demonic voice in his mind screamed, it was the voice that took over all vampires when they first woke up. Only the ones who learned to master the voice would live. Spike had mastered it long ago. He pulled his fangs from Xander's neck and tore into his wrist once more, the youth put up no resistance as his blood flowed down his throat. Willow was still screaming and he dropped the boy in a heap and advanced on the screaming girl, he could see her heart beating and he straddled her menacingly, his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them hard. When he pulled them away she had a bloody handprint, one of Xander's blood and one from his own wrist. He backhanded her across the face sending her head smacking into the bedpost. Her screams ceased as she fell into a dark void.
Quickly Spike laid the boy out on the bed so that his neck was hidden. If the slayer found him before he woke up then maybe he would kill her first. He hoped not though. The bitch was his. He untied Willow and slung the girl over his shoulder, dropping her shirt to the floor he contemplated dropping her bra there as well. That would drive the slayer insane. He'd murdered one of her friends and violated the other – and those were only the things she knew off! He decided to let Willow have a bit of modesty though, besides he didn't want to spoil her. Not just yet.
