Look Mom! No Humanities! 3
Title:- see above
Rating:- Pg13
Distribution:- like, take, have, but ask
Ownership:- Once again I am forced to admit that I own none of these characters, no matter how hard I try to pretend I do!
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Willow huddled next to Spike. The house was freezing, she didn't know why she was using Spike to keep her warm since he had no bodyheat, but it worked. A bit. Spike held the girl closer as the thunder grew louder and closer, they were almost at the eye of the storm - or so he'd told her. She was literally sitting on his knee, and the two-faced vampire was enjoying every moment of it, lapping up her fear as if it was blood fresh from the body. His hunger intensified, the smell of her blood filling his nostrils, and the sound of her heartbeat almost deafening.
The wiccan felt very vulnerable, apart from the fact her neck was in point-blank range of Spike's fangs, she was alone with him with no-one to help should the worst happen. She had no weapons handy, no crucifixes - her family being Jewish.
The vampire smiled maliciously and began to kiss her neck, she froze, too scared to pull away. Not that she could if she tried, Spike's arms were wrapped around her shoulders and her waist in a death grip she could never be free of until he let go.
Spike could feel her blood pulsing beneath his lips and heard the rhythm of her heart speed up, skipping a beat every few minutes. He brought his head up to whisper in her ear,
"What's the matter, Pet? Not enough for you?"
Game face on he plunged his fangs into her neck, ignoring her cries of pain as he greedily devoured her life-blood. He pulled away allowing her head to fall limp on his shoulder,
"Not nearly enough."
"Can't find him anywhere. He's disappeared."
Giles looked up from the map of Sunnydale on the desk,
"Speaking of disappearances, where's Willow?"
"She went to the Library to find books on vampire humanity. I guess she went home after."
Giles looked at his Slayer slightly doubtful,
"So she's safe?"
"Should be. Spike's never been invited into the Rosenburg house. Besides, even if he had, Will always does the House Protection spell every time."
Anya scanned the map for the usual demon haunts,
"Spike wouldn't just skip town. He has his reputation to consider."
"What reputation?! The guy's a demon-hunter! I can't count the number of times I've saved his dumb-ass from a gang of thugs!"
"Have you tried Willy's Place?"
"Not yet. I'll go check, even if I have to break a few noses on the way."
The remainder of the Scooby Gang watched the Slayer as she grabbed her weaponry and headed for the local demon bar.
When Willow came round she had been put to bed. Slowly climbing out, she went downstairs, weak from loss of blood. Spike's familiar voice was heard in the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway, trying to hide in the shadows, it was working until he saw her. The vampire was on the phone, no doubt talking to another devious bastard like himself. On seeing Willow, he brought the conversation to an end,
"Sorry Mike, got to go. I have a more pressing matter on my hands. ....pardon?....oh right, see you then."
He hung up, and looked at Willow with concern,
"You should go back to bed, you're not ready to get up yet."
"I'm fine. Nothing wrong with me."
"Oh, sure. Just your body dying and a demon inside you bursting to get out, but apart from that I'd say you were fine."
She stared at him as if he was speaking some alien language,
"Huh? Come again?"
Gently taking her by the hand, Spike led her to the nearest mirror.
"Look at yourself."
He was right, Willow's body was dying. Her lips were so white, they were almost blue and she was sure she could hear a voice in her head.
"You'll feel better when you have a full stomach and no reflection."
"Don't kid yourself Fangboy!"
"Whyever not *Fanggirl*?"
Willow glared at him,
"A this moment in time I hate you, and that's not gonna change when this is finished!"
Spike raised an eyebrow and smiled seductively,
"You may want to re-think that phrase in a couple of hours."
"No I won't, and don't look at me like that!"
"Like what?" He smiled again, grabbed her by the waist, and danced her around the room laughing as she struggled to free herself.
"Let me go you creep!"
"*Creep*?! Is that the best insult you can come up with? You need training my girl!"
Willow kicked and squirmed till she was exhausted. Spike stopped dancing and sat her down on the sofa,
"We should go. It's nearly dawn and we can't go back to the crypt since Little Miss Summers will have twigged by now."
Willow found herself allowing her demon to take over,
"So what do we do?"
"Go ask Willy. Come on."