Destiny: A Tale of Love and Sorrow

Chapter 10: Dominance

Disclaimer: Yea, it's another chapter, I know I make my readers when I update daily. Right now I'm at work , but I'm writing this every spare moment that I get.

Willow chased her best friend down. It was the second time in one day. He had a considerable lead on her and wasn't slowing down. "Xander." She screamed his name out and he slowed to a stop. He looked behind him, and turned around teary eyed. His face, an expression of a broken man. She had never seen Xander look so hurt. The pain etched on his face was indescribable. She ran straight at him, her long red hair bouncing in the wind. She hugged him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. He brushed the tears off his eyes, which had been threatened to roll down his cheeks.

"Willow. What is it?" He asked, staring deep into her green depths. Suddenly it hit him how pretty Willow was. Her beautiful, long, red hair, and green eyes. Her luscious lips curved up, the pale, creamy color to her skin. God, he come he never noticed before. How could he never notice how beautiful the nerdy girl was? And she was his best friend, God I must be blind, the thought.

"I got something to tell you." She said, tilting her head, and curving her lips up sensuously. He stared at her cautiously. But she refused to let go of his embrace.

"What?" Xander asked curiously. He pulled himself away from her. He looked into her eyes, and her eyes shined bright. The Wicca was so beautiful, she took his breath away, and he just now realized it. Ain't that some shit… he thought to himself.

"Xander, I know you got this huge crush on Buffster, and I know it hurts seeing that she's more into the undead guys. You know Angel and then Spike, so it must really bother you. I worry about her, but she's the Slayer, if she thinks her decisions are the best then we can't judge her, it's her life Xander." Willow said. He nodded and sat down on a wooden bench. He had on blue jeans and a white shirt, with a black jacket over it. On the inside of his jacket was a stake, just in case. Willow had on a short, black skirt. Well short for her anyway, for it came up a little bit above her knees. She had a blue blouse over it and was covered up with a black leather coat. She had a stake in one pocket, and holy water in the other.

"Yeah, I had a crush on Buffy, completely over her now." Xander said, smiling at Willow. Willow smiled at that, and had a mischievous look on her face.

"Really, you're over her?" Willow asked.

"Yeah, why you asking?" Xander retorted.

"Cause I'm interested in you Xander Harris. I've liked you for over three years now, but I couldn't dare myself to tell you, you always into them popular girls who'd do you no good, but I'm not afraid anymore Xander. Not of telling you, nor of what's gonna happen. We've been best friends for a long time, but I've always wanted us to be more than that." She said, finally revealing her feelings for him.

"God, I can't believe it. I must be so blind to not have noticed. Are you still interested in me Willow?" He asked.

"Always will be unless you know I'm gay, and what are the chances of that ever happening?" She replied, her voice full of mirth. She wanted Xander Harris, she had no qualms or any problem with it. She wanted him as her man, she wanted him period. The two virgins look at each other, and then they kissed, tongues dueling it in their mouth like a rerun from Return of the Jedi.

The two began their onward journey to their prospective homes, the two of them burning on the inside from the wanting.

Near Spike's Mansion

He swung his fist hard at Darla, but she sidestepped it and raked her nails across his face. Laughing, she swung her leg out and kicked Spike across the jaw. Highly annoyed and aggravated he charged once more, he would make quick work of Darla; hopefully. He swung with his left, a short jab, but she blocked it, not seeing the lightning fast right hand coming towards her. Unable to block it, the punch connected, blasting Darla right in the nose. She fell backwards, blood trickling freely.

The smell of her blood was enough to send Spike into a frenzied bloodlust, charging at her to pounce on her once more. She rolled out in time before Spike could get her. She stood up and backhanded him, punched him in the stomach, and then gave him a spinning kick. The force of it sent Spike in the air, bouncing off a tree and landing on his back. He roared, and kicked himself back up to his feet. Darla had charged at him, and his foot flew out and kicked Darla across the neck. She spun out, landing hard on the floor.

He jumped on her, straddling her, stake in his hand. His amber eyes shone bright. Before he could stake her, she grinded her sex into Spike. He leapt off of her in anger, and kicked her hard across the ribs. There was a sharp crack, and Darla was breathless, lying against a metal fence, ribs broken. "Don't ever fucking do that again. I don't need Peach's leftovers." Spike spat out vehemently.

"Then why are you with the Slayer?" Darla asked, slowly getting back up to her feet again.

"She retained her innocence, Angel never tasted her, I could bloody tell. You, you're filth, and my great grandmum, that's just nasty and desperate." Spike retorted, sprinting towards her again. She tripped him with the sweep of her leg and Spike fell on his back. Before he could react, she leapt up and was on top of him. She had a malicious grin on her face. "Spike, don't talk to your elders like that." She said, punching him hard across the face.

"Get off me you soddin' bitch." He replied angrily.

She smiled and grinded hard into him. The feeling of her on top aroused him, despite the fact that he hated Darla. But he was still a male, which meant he had a penis. He couldn't stand the thought of even being with her, yet he was hard, because he could make himself believe that the blonde Darla was Buffy. He didn't know how Peaches managed doing her throughout the years. She always pissed him off for fun and now she was trying to make him her undead bitch. Why? Because he had the power, and orgasms were included. But he couldn't allow her to win, that meant Buffy would die, and he couldn't kill her.

Fuck the fact that she'd have been his third Slayer, he cared too damn much to kill her now, she ruined him. She meant too much to him. How could he kill the Slayer now after all that had happened? She had comforted him leaving him with a feeling of peace he hadn't felt since he had been alive with his mom. She had been there while the Master Vampire had been grieving and could of staked him on the spot, but she didn't, instead she gave him what no other woman had done. She gave him peace. I won't kill her… he thought.

"Don't space out on me Spike." Darla said, clawing his face once more, blood trickling down his face. Dark rivulets of blood bled freely and formed a miniscule river falling down his cheeks. Darla leaned in and licked the blood off his face, heightening her arousal. He could smell it in the air, it's essence thick, the arousal so strong it smelled like jasmine. She looked at him cruelly, and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up in the air. "You will be mines Spike, mines to control." Darla said, laughing, her laughter crackling through the air like electricity.

"I don't belong to no one woman." He replied, his leg swinging out and catching her across the face. She spun in midair, back flipped, and landed smoothly on her feet. "You're pretty strong grandma." Spike said, sarcasm dripping off his voice. She scowled and charged, her fist catching him in the stomach, Spike bending over in pain. He fell to his knees, and she went to kick him, but he grabbed her leg. As he went to swing her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, dragging him to the floor with her, his bulging erection, pressed hard against her womanhood.

"That's it Spike, God , you're bigger than Angel." She moaned, sucking at his neck. He nuzzled his lips against her neck, aroused, but denying himself of her vicious pleasures. Fighting very hard against his very nature, Spike elbowed Darla hard across the mouth, instantly she let him go. Spike turned on his heel and ran towards the mansion.

"It's so much better when they run." She said, a sensual smile on her lips. She chased after him.

Spike bursted through his door, and shot through the factory, heading upstairs to his room. Darla gave chase and went through seconds later. She smelled his scent and followed him.

Spike opened the door to his room and locked it. He would not let that bitch Darla get the best of him, he refused to. He lit up a cigarette and pulled on it hard, smoke pillowing the room like a pale cloud. Darla kicked the door open, and closed it behind her. "How sweet of you Spike, you wanted this to be done behind closed doors." She leapt over a chair and strode over to Spike. He blew a smoke ring letting it hit her.

"Spike's it's gotta be done." She said, her arm shooting out, catching his throat. He g asped, forgetting that he didn't really need to breathe, and took the lit cigarette and pressed it against her forehead. She yelled and let him go. The wound was ugly, but it was already healing. She kicked him hard in the stomach and slammed him hard on the floor, his back receiving a flare of pain. She got on top of him and ripped off her blouse. The green blouse landed on his chair. She ripped Spike's shirt off of him, exposing his pale chest. She caught one of his nipples in her mouth and began sucking on it. He moaned arched his back a little. This sign of arousal caused Darla to grin.

She removed her jeans, and took off her panties, her arousal hitting him strong. She unbuckled his pants and took them off. They wrestled on the floor for a bit, completely nude, but Spike fought because the only woman he wanted was Buffy. Yeah he was a male and horny, but what he felt for Buffy was beyond that. He could not let Darla ruin it. Darla gripped his erection hard in her hands and Spike struggled. "Careful I might break it." She said, guiding it to her sex. It was wet, completely dripping with juices.

Spike still struggled against her and she pushed him to the floor, where he lied on his back. She straddled him and sunk herself onto his hard cock. Spike's eyes got watery. "Don't Darla. I can't." He said, but she refused to listen, bouncing away on him. He moaned and laid back, eyes closed trying to forget about everything. She rode him hard for hours until she knew he was going to come. Her fangs glistened and she sunk them into him, sending him on a roller coaster ride of a orgasm. It hit him so hard he spasmed on the floor like an epileptic, his undead seed spilling in her.

She ravaged his throat, drinking his blood greedily. "Admit it Spike, I'm your Master." She demanded, sucking hard.

"No, you bloody bitch." He refused.

She thrusted her hips into him. "Accept it Spike, I own you."

Spike turned his head to the side and he wept.

Minutes Later

He stepped out of the shower, guilt overriding him. He never truly accepted her claim, but she didn't know that, what hurt was that he felt like something was taken from him. He had never bothered to thought of the girls he had raped in the past, not until now.
God, he felt violated. Something had been stolen from him, and now he couldn't have it back. Darla had overpowered him and took what she wanted, and now he was suppose do her bidding. Sod that, he thought.

He'd play Darla's game for a bit, find out what she was trying to do, but the instant an opportunity arose, he'd dust the soddin' bitch. Aggravated, Spike sat on his porch smoking cigarettes drink a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He couldn't forget what had transpired today, everything he had felt for the Slayer, to have it ruined by Darla. How can he be the most dangerous Master Vampire, yet Darla beat him. She beat him. And shagged him against his own will. He couldn't truly complain, it was God telling him he deserved everything he got.

Darla stepped out a few minutes later. She sat next to Spike, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I'm sorry about earlier, but I have to fix you Spike, I can't let you be the Slayer's bitch like Angel." She said.

"Why didn't you go after Angel?" He asked.

"Because first I need the Slayer for what I will do, I will take her life to get Angel's soul out." Darla stated.

"What do you mean?" Spike asked.

"Daddy's coming back." She grinned, kissing Spike on the lips.