Witchcraft
Spoilers- S4- after Doomed
Disclaimer- The Joss God owns it all and controls all. I just borrow the reins.
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Spike slammed the door to Giles' bathroom. He started to pace and ran his hands through his heavily gelled hair.
He couldn't believe this! He just couldn't. It was not possible! This was not happening! He could not have just had a dream about the sodden red-headed, do-gooder witch.
Not that kind of dream anyway. Sure he had the capture, torture, drain dreams but what vamp hadn't? And with the little witch developing her powers, she was smelling sweeter every day.
His nose twitched every time she came near him. She smelled even sweeter than the slayer now and she was addictive, which is why he hadn't said anything to her. If he was inclined to helpful, that was.
There was a knock on the door. "Spike?"
He growled. Damn that woman. First invading his dreams, now invading his space.
His dreams had been changing a lot recently. He would find himself back in the dorm room with Willow on that fateful night. He would tackle her to the bed and instead of the head splitting pain; his fangs would slide into her neck like a hot knife through butter. She would cry out in pain, but that would change. She would stop pushing him away and start pulling him closer; threading her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. Long legs wrapped around his waist and it wasn't long before…
"Spike, please. I really need to-"
Spike shook his head violently, trying to rid himself of the thoughts. He wrenched the door open and growled in the startled witch's face.
"Stop doin' your magic tricks on me, Sabrina. You won't like the result."
Willow stared, wide eyed, as Spike brushed past her and stormed into the living room.
"Geeze, what's his problem?"
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