Title: Forbidden
Author: . sLaYeReTTe .
Disclaimer: It wasn't me! Too bad though –chuckle- the praise and thanks goes to Jossy!
Setting: Post – 'Wrecked'
Summary: Willow struggles with addiction, and Dawn, while Buffy struggles with emotions.
Rating: Heavy PG-13 to an R…don't wanna get *busted*
[Chapter 1: Forbidden]
Days had passed. Months maybe. Willow lay stricken in the solitude of her bed, frail body tucked beneath the ivory sheets, consulting the morbid darkness in her gloomy state of depletion. Her hair, remained uncombed, laying in an ample mass of frizz, and tangled locks. Her complexion lacked color, and under her eyes, were large 'bags', indicating the sleepless insomnia she encountered each night. Willow grunted as the faint sound of harmony made itself audible within the listless confinement of her room. The brief sound of feathery pinions flapped relentlessly upon the curtained pane, and Willow emitted a deep sigh, unable to lift herself from the perpetual emaciation which shrouded her life, suffocating the Willow she…and the ones she loved cared for.
There came a knock upon the door, and Willow stirred, praying it would be Dawn.
"Willow?" The door opened, and the slayer walked in, gently securing the entry to its frame and taking a seat on the bed.
Willow sank into the mattress.
"Wills…you haven't been out for days now, and –,"
"It's all my fault," Willow murmured, pallid lips parting slightly in the effort to speak.
"Willow…," Buffy trailed off, unsure of what to say, knowing…it was really her fault.
"I shouldn't have listened to Amy," the girl under the sheets rasped, tone heavy with regret.
"Willow…you didn't know," Buffy consoled her fallen comrade.
"Maybe I did! I had to…the addiction…," Willow began to sob, pale body heaving with grief, and it made Buffy wince at the dolorous sight her friend had grown to become.
"Yes…but you've gone days now without magic…you're already fighting it," Buffy encouraged weakly, grabbing a tissue from the cardboard box.
"So what," Willow shrugged, sagging against the headboard.
"Okay Willow…I just came up to let you know I'm going out on patrol, and I hope it wouldn't kill you to try to get out of bed and make sure Dawn is okay," Buffy said, rising and grasping the door knob.
"Sure," Willow nodded listlessly as Buffy exited, unwilling to stand another minute with the melancholy witch.
* * *
Buffy Summers stalked upon nimble feet, her usual job as 'village sentry' beginning as she made her way through the many rows of aging stones, avoiding treading on the marble tombs which were settled upon the verdant clay. Hands lowered to feel the smooth wood of her weapon of choice, and she carelessly leapt towards the north side of the shady necropolis to commence in Saturday night patrol.
The stake rose, elevated equal to the slayer's pate, twirling within adept digits with the skill and talents of the chosen one. Her entity within the dead realm became noticeable by one, and she gyrated as the acute hearing picked up on the muted rush of footsteps within a distant coppice, and tangle of shrubs. Tenuous limbs slowly delivered the slayer to the emerald brush, stake raised, awaiting the lunge from the hidden nemesis.
The distinct sound of a raged roar filled Buffy's ears, and she ingeniously stepped backwards, as the surge of ebony and peroxide blonde fell in a heap at her feet. Tawny ooids rolled skyward, resentment and disappointment plain on the femme's features.
"Figures," she shrugged, trekking from where Spike lay and towards her post.
"I knew you'd be glad to see me," he said huskily, pursuing the slayer.
"Spike, don't you get it when I say I don't want you around me?" Buffy gyrated upon her heel, orbs gazing with frustration at the admiring vampire.
"Of course I do love," he smiled.
"Really?" She snorted and continued walking from his enticing presence.
"Slayer," he darted in front of her, burly form blocking her hopes of escape.
"Spike, move out of my way," she grumbled.
"Slayer…hear me out," he demanded, stepping to the left as she attempted to rid herself of his looming shadow.
"Buffy…," she winced…and wished he would call her 'Slayer'…for Buffy seemed…all too intimate.
"Buffy…I love you. You know it. But bloody hell! What do I have to do?" He stared down on her, eyes boring into her own as his passionate speech sank into the apathetic brood.
"Spike…I told you…you're a vampire, and I'm a slayer…am I the only one who sees a problem?" She pleaded, wishing he would just let her go before he got to her.
"Yes love…I guess you are," he replied, his gaze softening.
"Spike…I…," she began to lose control…control she had spent gaining and building up in the short period she had been…without the blonde vampire.
He leaned closer, lips grazing hers in a sensuous fashion, and the tedious motion taunted the slayer until she gave in, lips crushing his, sultry spreading quickly with each gentle embrace. Her scent enveloped the vampire, making him a weak. His hands, expert hands desperately slid up her shirt, fingers tracing shapes upon her bare skin, and he was delighted when he felt the raised result of goose bumps, creeping over the slayer.
She shivered, and he pulled her closer, expertly maneuvering the duo towards the security of the brush, and together they tumbled, unfazed from the descent to the pillow of pine needles. Buffy's slim curves nestled tightly within Spike's brawny appendages, her hungry mouth closing in for a craving only he could satisfy, and together they lay entwined within each other's needy grasps, unaware of the movement outside their lair of erotic passion.
* * *
Willow awoke from her nap, cat-like orbs scoring the cavernous realm of her room, and she yawned, lids fluttering slightly as she struggled to regain consciousness. She couldn't quite remember how long ago she had fallen asleep, thus turning to the digital clock on her bedside table for reference. Nine thirty. Willow shrugged and slumped back into the pillows, choking down a sob. She remembered why she was in her room…and why she was feeling empty and resolute. It was all her fault.
Then from retrospect, a reminder. She recalled Buffy leaving for patrol, and asking her to watch Dawn. A tear trickled down her cheek and Willow carelessly wiped it off, sitting alone in the derelict silence of her own room, cogitating what to do.
"Oh," she mumbled, unable to fight the tears any longer.
And then the questions came, flooding her in a cataract of resent and scorn towards herself.
"Why did I have to listen to Amy? Why did I allow it go this far? Why was I so addicted?"
She screamed the interrogation to the walls, which simply creaked their response, and she fell forward in a rush of tears and misery.
There was a knock on the door. Probably Buffy. Willow thought dryly, and did not cease her tears, torso heaving with great chokes and sobs, drenching the quilt and her lips with the brackish taste. Dawn entered, and Willow looked up, taking in the wreck the youth had grown to be in the last few days. Her hair had been brushed, Buffy probably, and it hung from her skull in a thick mane of straight mahogany with a light sheen to it's many strands. Her arm lie cradled in a gauzy sling, lined with fleece and bandaged in alabaster fabric.
"Oh Dawn…I'm so sorry," and Willow lost control, weeping with self-hate, and sympathy for the girl.
"Willow…," Dawn murmured, searching for what she wanted to say.
"Dawn, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry," Willow wailed.
"Wills…I was disappointed. I was mad…and angry…and I don't think I can ever forgive you…but I want you to know…I don't hate you," Dawn whispered hurriedly, eyes averting to the riveted carpet.
"Really?" Willow stalled her blubbering, chin raising ever so slightly, revealing her pitiful complexion and it made Dawn cringe and squirm with guilt.
"Uh…yea…really," Dawn nodded.
"Oh goddess! Thank you!" She resumed crying again, and before Dawn could protest, gingerly embraced the thin teenager, wary of her handicapped arm.
Dawn pulled away and forced a smile, before slowly leaving the anguished Wiccan to replay the scene over and over again in her head, taking and hour to realize the experience was real.
~The End~
[Side notes: So…what'd you guys think? Was it okay?¿ Well I have yet to add the other chapters, so hang in there ^_^ -cheeky grin-]