Title: Vanilla and Kinks
Author: Witchy Red
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them
Distribution: Bloody Kisses, NHA, fanfiction.net
Summary: Willow finds out the family secret (Willow/Spike)
Rating: R
Later that night Willow, dressed in sweats, climbed up her attic stairs. She was out of white candles. She was hoping there were still some up here, leftover from Hanukah. She searched through the holiday stuff but couldn't find any. Willow began to look through the boxes nearby. Halfway around the attic Willow came across an old chest. It was small, only about one foot across and six inches deep. The box was cedar and very plain except for an intricate design on the lid. It was a woven pentagram. Willow was shocked to see something with a pentagram on it in her house that didn't belong to her. Her parents were strict Jews. Willow tried to open the chest but it wouldn't open. It was stuck or something. She pulled at it but nothing happened. She turned it over looking for a hidden latch or something. That was when she saw the inscription. It was in a language she had never seen before but the characters were familiar. They were Greek. It was just the words that she was unfamiliar with. Willow started to sound it out.
"Allah M-mdrah Saltise Am-Amerou" The lid popped open. Willow's smile was a very relieved one. It was just an unlocking spell. Willow turned the chest back over and peered inside. There was a necklace laying in it on a bed of velvet. It was an antique silver chain and hanging from it was a teardrop stone that Willow couldn't recognize. Willow unlatched the necklace and slid it from its bindings. She couldn't help herself. The beauty of the necklace pulled at her. She slipped the necklace on and fumbled for a minute with the clasp. When it was on, Willow looked down and noticed a scrap of paper peaking out from beneath the velvet. She pulled the velvet out of the box and placed it next to her. Inside the box was a folded slip of paper. Willow gingerly picked up the antique paper and unfolded it. It was a letter. Written to her. Willow sat back in shock. The paper must have been at least one hundred years old. How could it be written to her? Willow began to read the letter.
To my precious Willow,
If you are reading this now then the Blessed Goddess has deemed you are now old enough to except your destiny. I don't mean to sound melodramatic but you have a long battle ahead of you. I have foreseen that you will do wonderful things with your life. It is now time to tackle the hardest task you have ever had to do. I have looked and seen that you are friends with the chosen one. You are also now her link to the Powers That Be. But that is not all. You are the protector of all that is Magick. You have in part already taken on this role but now you will receive help and guidance. You may choose one to fight with you. This one will not be chosen with your head but with your heart. This one must be dark to counter your light. He/She must also be your match, heart and soul. The Hunter and the Huntress. Together you will be unstoppable.
There are fierce battles ahead. The Whisper will be released and all Magick will be consumed. Be ready.
May the Goddess keep you safe
Emma Whearden
May 16 1786
Willow carefully placed everything back in the box and closed the lid. She heard the suction as the box was locked magickally once again. The spell hadn't been used up. That was interesting to know. She would have to analyze it later. Willow carried the box down the attic stairs and into her room. She placed it on the bed and turned on her laptop. A low ding announced that she had email but she ignored it and typed in one of her favorite demon search engine's web address. The site popped up and she typed in Huntress. There were 600 sites that came up. It was too broad of a category. Willow pictured the letter in her mind and instantly she thought of a name, Emma Whearden. Willow typed it in and two websites came up. Willow clicked on the first one, Famous Wiccans of Centuries Past. A biography loaded onto the page about Emma Whearden. Willow scanned it quickly. Emma Whearden was a Wiccan soothsayer who lived in England during the burning times. She was said to have had tremendous precognetic powers and people would come from all over the world just to ask her about the future. She was captured and tried as a witch in April of 1786. During the trial she wrote every day in a small journal. She was burned in June of 1786. Her Journal was found a few years later and given to her only daughter, Mary. Mary never revealed what it said to the pagan community or to the general public but it was rumored that the journal was a recount of the horrible dreams that Emma had while in prison, dreams of Hell on Earth, Magick engulfing the world. They also said that in the dreams was a young girl, a fighter, and that she would restore balance.
When Willow finished reading she leaned back and gave herself time to digest what she had just read. It hadn't told her a whole lot about what the letter had meant but it gave her some insight to the person who wrote it. Willow spent the next three hours searching the web for more information. She fell asleep in front of her computer and didn't wake up until her alarm went off the next morning.
Willow hurried into school just as the first bell rang. She was late. She had never been late before. Willow quickly ran to her first period class and quietly snuck in. Mr. Pyzon barely glanced at her as he droned on about the Spanish American War. As Willow took her seat, Buffy, in the seat in front of her, turned around and gave her a concerned look. Willow shook her head and mouthed the words later. Buffy didn't look satisfied but she turned back around and started to take notes in her notebook.
After class Willow wouldn't say anything to Buffy until they reached the library where they found Giles and Wesley. Willow called them over to a table in the middle of the room and pulled out the small chest from her backpack. She placed it on the table and whispered the words to unlock it. Wesley gasped in amazement when the box popped open.
"I found this in my attic last night. I opened it and inside was a necklace and this letter." Willow said. She lifted the letter out from under the velvet inside the box and then lifted the necklace off of her neck. Giles picked up the letter. His eyes rushed across the paper. Buffy read it over his shoulder and her mouth dropped. It was a prophecy of some kind and it was about Willow.
While they poured over the letter Wesley picked up the necklace. He studied the drop of stone hanging from the chain.
"Dragon's Heart." Wesley whispered. His eyes widened in wonder and surprise. Everyone turned to look at him. He looked up and explained. "The stone, it's called a Dragon's Heart. They're very rare and have many magickal properties, including being able to store a person's soul or a witch's magick."
"I've heard of those. I thought they were purely myth." Giles said.
"So did I. But it seems that we were mistaken." Wesley whispered. He turned it in his hand and a whirlwind appeared inside the stone. "It has been activated." He said. Buffy, Willow, and Giles turned to look at him.
"What do you mean by activated?" Willow asked.
"There is magick inside, powerful magick."
"Do you think it could be Emma Whearden's?" Willow asked.
"Possibly. I just don't know Willow." Wesley told her.
"Perhaps we should have a research session tonight." Giles said.
"Gee, you think?" Willow said sarcastically. Then she smiled to soften her sharp words. She was frustrated and taking it out on Giles.
When Willow left Giles and Wesley got to work researching. They scoured through books all afternoon but could not find a reference to a Whisper or to Emma Whearden. Giles finally got out the watcher's diaries hoping something would be in them. They studied until the first of the Scoobies showed up, Xander with snacks.
One by one the gang gathered into the library all wondering what was going on. Willow was the last to arrive except Buffy, who was on patrol. Willow rushed in her hand on her necklace and her backpack flying behind her. She muttered an apology to Giles and sat down at a table.
"So what's the what, G-man? How come we're here?" Xander asked after a few moments of silence. He was becoming quite impatient.
"What? Oh, um I believe that Willow should explain." Giles said somewhat distractedly. He was paging through a book looking for a reference to The Hunter. Willow's head flew up and a slight panic flooded her eyes. She didn't want to lay her problems out for everybody to see. She knew that they all needed to find out what was going on but she thought Giles was going to tell everyone. Willow could see that he was too distracted to explain anything to anybody. So she cleared her throat and began to tell the slayerettes what had happened. When she was finished Xander reached over and grabbed a book his face showing no emotion except resignation.
"I guess that means we research." He said. Then proceeded to stuff a Hoho in his mouth and bury his nose in the book at the same time. Willow looked at him in amazement. This didn't at all faze him. She was practically freaking out. Something was going to happen to her and she didn't know what. How could he just take it in stride? She hated when something unexpected happened.
Faith noticed that Willow was a little high-strung about this whole Huntress thing.
"Wills, don't worry. We'll figure it out." She told the nervous redhead.
"How can I not worry? Something's going to happen to me and I can stop it. I don't even know what it is."
"I don't think it's anything bad. Maybe you just get to be superhuman like B and I. That would be cool. We could go kick ass together."
"Willow, think about it. We'll finally have a girl with brawn and brains out there. Unlike the chosen two." Cordelia said to her.
"Oh, yeah, Miss I'm-a-cheerleader, ever hear of the pot calling the kettle?" Faith sniped back.
"What?" Cordelia asked her, confused. Then, disgusted, she dismissed her with a wave of a hand and turned back to Willow.
"If you suddenly become supergirl you'll have some major things going for you, brains, magick, and strength. It'll be a total asset. I won't ever have to patrol again." Cordelia continued.
"Cause you patrol so much now." Faith said, sarcasm evident in her voice. "Are you sure you even know what patrolling is?" Cordelia ignored her and began to research. Faith turned back to Willow.
"Don't worry so much, Willow. Everything's going to work out. It always does. The apocalypse has been stopped plenty of times. In case you haven't noticed we aren't all dead or demon slaves."
"I wish I had your confidence." Willow said. She shook her head when she saw Faith open her mouth to respond and wandered off into the stacks in search of a book.
"Apocalypse, apocalypse, how can we have so many books on the apocalypse?" Willow muttered to herself.
"Because it's such a popular theme, Luv." A voice said from behind her. Willow gasped and whirled around a stake already in her hand. She barely stopped herself from staking the blond man standing behind her.
"What are you doing here?" Willow hissed. "Faith's down there and if she sees you you're dust."
"Red, I've killed two slayers. Not really shaking in my boots here." Spike answered with a smirk.
"Two! Faith's killed hundreds of vampires. Not liking your odds. Especially when you add in Xander and Giles. And if you keep pissing me off, me!"
"Okay, okay. I just wanted to see if you're coming over tonight." Spike said in a placating voice. He stepped toward her and brushed a hand down her arm. When it slid over her belly Willow sucked in sharply. When it traveled around to grip her ass and pull her tightly against him she let the air in her lungs out in one sharp breath and almost passed out. He held her so close. His hard shaft was pressed against her thigh, his chest brushing her breasts and his mouth just a breath away. He bent his head forward and brushed her lips lightly with his, once, twice. Then he captured them in a soul-searing kiss. His lips slanted over hers, his tongue forced entrance past her lips. She clung helplessly to his shoulders feeling herself become lost in him. When his hands traveled lower onto her ass and brushed between her legs, Willow groaned. Then Spike pulled back and stilled his hands. Willow whimpered and pushed against him.
"Are you coming over tonight, Luv?" He asked. He slowly began to stroke one finger between her legs. He could feel her swollen nether lips through her drenched khaki's.
Willow shivered. She couldn't think straight. What did he just say? Did he say anything? Why had he stopped kissing her? Her head was dizzy and her eyes were blurry. She knew he had said something. She had to snap out of this. What was he doing to her? Willow shook her head and stared up at him.
"I'm sorry what?" She asked. Spike smirked but had the intelligence not to laugh.
"I asked if you were coming over tonight." Spike repeated.
"I can't. We have to research. Apocalypse and some other stuff about me that I really need to tell you. But I can't now. Can you come over my house early in the morning, before sunrise? You can stay in my basement for the day if you're there after dawn."
"I'll come." Spike said. Normally he would have pressed the issue of her coming over to his house but he could see something serious was bothering her.
"Are you okay?" Spike asked Willow. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stared down at her worried expression. Willow smiled at him sadly and hung her head.
"I just feel like no matter what we do it never changes and we get screwed in the end. I feel like I'm becoming, not immune, but disillusioned maybe? Like nothing can surprise me because I'm expecting the worst. I feel like a cop with too many years on the job. Only, I've seen more death than a cop and I'm barely eighteen." Willow said then she sighed. "I gotta get back and you should get going. They're gonna start wondering where I am. Next thing we know they'll have a search party up and ready to come find lost Willow in the stacks." Willow laughed bitterly at her own joke and stepped out of Spike's arms. She tilted her head and he leaned down to deliver one last chaste kiss before turning and disappearing out into the dark. Willow slowly walked down the stairs. Her head still spinning. He was the only person that had ever affected her like that. With Oz it was comfortable and safe, with Xander it had been childish and giddy but with Spike it was passionate, exciting and a little dangerous. Well, more than a little dangerous. He was what Willow had been dreaming about her entire life and she had fallen head over heels in love with him. Oh, Goddess.
Author: Witchy Red
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them
Distribution: Bloody Kisses, NHA, fanfiction.net
Summary: Willow finds out the family secret (Willow/Spike)
Rating: R
Later that night Willow, dressed in sweats, climbed up her attic stairs. She was out of white candles. She was hoping there were still some up here, leftover from Hanukah. She searched through the holiday stuff but couldn't find any. Willow began to look through the boxes nearby. Halfway around the attic Willow came across an old chest. It was small, only about one foot across and six inches deep. The box was cedar and very plain except for an intricate design on the lid. It was a woven pentagram. Willow was shocked to see something with a pentagram on it in her house that didn't belong to her. Her parents were strict Jews. Willow tried to open the chest but it wouldn't open. It was stuck or something. She pulled at it but nothing happened. She turned it over looking for a hidden latch or something. That was when she saw the inscription. It was in a language she had never seen before but the characters were familiar. They were Greek. It was just the words that she was unfamiliar with. Willow started to sound it out.
"Allah M-mdrah Saltise Am-Amerou" The lid popped open. Willow's smile was a very relieved one. It was just an unlocking spell. Willow turned the chest back over and peered inside. There was a necklace laying in it on a bed of velvet. It was an antique silver chain and hanging from it was a teardrop stone that Willow couldn't recognize. Willow unlatched the necklace and slid it from its bindings. She couldn't help herself. The beauty of the necklace pulled at her. She slipped the necklace on and fumbled for a minute with the clasp. When it was on, Willow looked down and noticed a scrap of paper peaking out from beneath the velvet. She pulled the velvet out of the box and placed it next to her. Inside the box was a folded slip of paper. Willow gingerly picked up the antique paper and unfolded it. It was a letter. Written to her. Willow sat back in shock. The paper must have been at least one hundred years old. How could it be written to her? Willow began to read the letter.
To my precious Willow,
If you are reading this now then the Blessed Goddess has deemed you are now old enough to except your destiny. I don't mean to sound melodramatic but you have a long battle ahead of you. I have foreseen that you will do wonderful things with your life. It is now time to tackle the hardest task you have ever had to do. I have looked and seen that you are friends with the chosen one. You are also now her link to the Powers That Be. But that is not all. You are the protector of all that is Magick. You have in part already taken on this role but now you will receive help and guidance. You may choose one to fight with you. This one will not be chosen with your head but with your heart. This one must be dark to counter your light. He/She must also be your match, heart and soul. The Hunter and the Huntress. Together you will be unstoppable.
There are fierce battles ahead. The Whisper will be released and all Magick will be consumed. Be ready.
May the Goddess keep you safe
Emma Whearden
May 16 1786
Willow carefully placed everything back in the box and closed the lid. She heard the suction as the box was locked magickally once again. The spell hadn't been used up. That was interesting to know. She would have to analyze it later. Willow carried the box down the attic stairs and into her room. She placed it on the bed and turned on her laptop. A low ding announced that she had email but she ignored it and typed in one of her favorite demon search engine's web address. The site popped up and she typed in Huntress. There were 600 sites that came up. It was too broad of a category. Willow pictured the letter in her mind and instantly she thought of a name, Emma Whearden. Willow typed it in and two websites came up. Willow clicked on the first one, Famous Wiccans of Centuries Past. A biography loaded onto the page about Emma Whearden. Willow scanned it quickly. Emma Whearden was a Wiccan soothsayer who lived in England during the burning times. She was said to have had tremendous precognetic powers and people would come from all over the world just to ask her about the future. She was captured and tried as a witch in April of 1786. During the trial she wrote every day in a small journal. She was burned in June of 1786. Her Journal was found a few years later and given to her only daughter, Mary. Mary never revealed what it said to the pagan community or to the general public but it was rumored that the journal was a recount of the horrible dreams that Emma had while in prison, dreams of Hell on Earth, Magick engulfing the world. They also said that in the dreams was a young girl, a fighter, and that she would restore balance.
When Willow finished reading she leaned back and gave herself time to digest what she had just read. It hadn't told her a whole lot about what the letter had meant but it gave her some insight to the person who wrote it. Willow spent the next three hours searching the web for more information. She fell asleep in front of her computer and didn't wake up until her alarm went off the next morning.
Willow hurried into school just as the first bell rang. She was late. She had never been late before. Willow quickly ran to her first period class and quietly snuck in. Mr. Pyzon barely glanced at her as he droned on about the Spanish American War. As Willow took her seat, Buffy, in the seat in front of her, turned around and gave her a concerned look. Willow shook her head and mouthed the words later. Buffy didn't look satisfied but she turned back around and started to take notes in her notebook.
After class Willow wouldn't say anything to Buffy until they reached the library where they found Giles and Wesley. Willow called them over to a table in the middle of the room and pulled out the small chest from her backpack. She placed it on the table and whispered the words to unlock it. Wesley gasped in amazement when the box popped open.
"I found this in my attic last night. I opened it and inside was a necklace and this letter." Willow said. She lifted the letter out from under the velvet inside the box and then lifted the necklace off of her neck. Giles picked up the letter. His eyes rushed across the paper. Buffy read it over his shoulder and her mouth dropped. It was a prophecy of some kind and it was about Willow.
While they poured over the letter Wesley picked up the necklace. He studied the drop of stone hanging from the chain.
"Dragon's Heart." Wesley whispered. His eyes widened in wonder and surprise. Everyone turned to look at him. He looked up and explained. "The stone, it's called a Dragon's Heart. They're very rare and have many magickal properties, including being able to store a person's soul or a witch's magick."
"I've heard of those. I thought they were purely myth." Giles said.
"So did I. But it seems that we were mistaken." Wesley whispered. He turned it in his hand and a whirlwind appeared inside the stone. "It has been activated." He said. Buffy, Willow, and Giles turned to look at him.
"What do you mean by activated?" Willow asked.
"There is magick inside, powerful magick."
"Do you think it could be Emma Whearden's?" Willow asked.
"Possibly. I just don't know Willow." Wesley told her.
"Perhaps we should have a research session tonight." Giles said.
"Gee, you think?" Willow said sarcastically. Then she smiled to soften her sharp words. She was frustrated and taking it out on Giles.
When Willow left Giles and Wesley got to work researching. They scoured through books all afternoon but could not find a reference to a Whisper or to Emma Whearden. Giles finally got out the watcher's diaries hoping something would be in them. They studied until the first of the Scoobies showed up, Xander with snacks.
One by one the gang gathered into the library all wondering what was going on. Willow was the last to arrive except Buffy, who was on patrol. Willow rushed in her hand on her necklace and her backpack flying behind her. She muttered an apology to Giles and sat down at a table.
"So what's the what, G-man? How come we're here?" Xander asked after a few moments of silence. He was becoming quite impatient.
"What? Oh, um I believe that Willow should explain." Giles said somewhat distractedly. He was paging through a book looking for a reference to The Hunter. Willow's head flew up and a slight panic flooded her eyes. She didn't want to lay her problems out for everybody to see. She knew that they all needed to find out what was going on but she thought Giles was going to tell everyone. Willow could see that he was too distracted to explain anything to anybody. So she cleared her throat and began to tell the slayerettes what had happened. When she was finished Xander reached over and grabbed a book his face showing no emotion except resignation.
"I guess that means we research." He said. Then proceeded to stuff a Hoho in his mouth and bury his nose in the book at the same time. Willow looked at him in amazement. This didn't at all faze him. She was practically freaking out. Something was going to happen to her and she didn't know what. How could he just take it in stride? She hated when something unexpected happened.
Faith noticed that Willow was a little high-strung about this whole Huntress thing.
"Wills, don't worry. We'll figure it out." She told the nervous redhead.
"How can I not worry? Something's going to happen to me and I can stop it. I don't even know what it is."
"I don't think it's anything bad. Maybe you just get to be superhuman like B and I. That would be cool. We could go kick ass together."
"Willow, think about it. We'll finally have a girl with brawn and brains out there. Unlike the chosen two." Cordelia said to her.
"Oh, yeah, Miss I'm-a-cheerleader, ever hear of the pot calling the kettle?" Faith sniped back.
"What?" Cordelia asked her, confused. Then, disgusted, she dismissed her with a wave of a hand and turned back to Willow.
"If you suddenly become supergirl you'll have some major things going for you, brains, magick, and strength. It'll be a total asset. I won't ever have to patrol again." Cordelia continued.
"Cause you patrol so much now." Faith said, sarcasm evident in her voice. "Are you sure you even know what patrolling is?" Cordelia ignored her and began to research. Faith turned back to Willow.
"Don't worry so much, Willow. Everything's going to work out. It always does. The apocalypse has been stopped plenty of times. In case you haven't noticed we aren't all dead or demon slaves."
"I wish I had your confidence." Willow said. She shook her head when she saw Faith open her mouth to respond and wandered off into the stacks in search of a book.
"Apocalypse, apocalypse, how can we have so many books on the apocalypse?" Willow muttered to herself.
"Because it's such a popular theme, Luv." A voice said from behind her. Willow gasped and whirled around a stake already in her hand. She barely stopped herself from staking the blond man standing behind her.
"What are you doing here?" Willow hissed. "Faith's down there and if she sees you you're dust."
"Red, I've killed two slayers. Not really shaking in my boots here." Spike answered with a smirk.
"Two! Faith's killed hundreds of vampires. Not liking your odds. Especially when you add in Xander and Giles. And if you keep pissing me off, me!"
"Okay, okay. I just wanted to see if you're coming over tonight." Spike said in a placating voice. He stepped toward her and brushed a hand down her arm. When it slid over her belly Willow sucked in sharply. When it traveled around to grip her ass and pull her tightly against him she let the air in her lungs out in one sharp breath and almost passed out. He held her so close. His hard shaft was pressed against her thigh, his chest brushing her breasts and his mouth just a breath away. He bent his head forward and brushed her lips lightly with his, once, twice. Then he captured them in a soul-searing kiss. His lips slanted over hers, his tongue forced entrance past her lips. She clung helplessly to his shoulders feeling herself become lost in him. When his hands traveled lower onto her ass and brushed between her legs, Willow groaned. Then Spike pulled back and stilled his hands. Willow whimpered and pushed against him.
"Are you coming over tonight, Luv?" He asked. He slowly began to stroke one finger between her legs. He could feel her swollen nether lips through her drenched khaki's.
Willow shivered. She couldn't think straight. What did he just say? Did he say anything? Why had he stopped kissing her? Her head was dizzy and her eyes were blurry. She knew he had said something. She had to snap out of this. What was he doing to her? Willow shook her head and stared up at him.
"I'm sorry what?" She asked. Spike smirked but had the intelligence not to laugh.
"I asked if you were coming over tonight." Spike repeated.
"I can't. We have to research. Apocalypse and some other stuff about me that I really need to tell you. But I can't now. Can you come over my house early in the morning, before sunrise? You can stay in my basement for the day if you're there after dawn."
"I'll come." Spike said. Normally he would have pressed the issue of her coming over to his house but he could see something serious was bothering her.
"Are you okay?" Spike asked Willow. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stared down at her worried expression. Willow smiled at him sadly and hung her head.
"I just feel like no matter what we do it never changes and we get screwed in the end. I feel like I'm becoming, not immune, but disillusioned maybe? Like nothing can surprise me because I'm expecting the worst. I feel like a cop with too many years on the job. Only, I've seen more death than a cop and I'm barely eighteen." Willow said then she sighed. "I gotta get back and you should get going. They're gonna start wondering where I am. Next thing we know they'll have a search party up and ready to come find lost Willow in the stacks." Willow laughed bitterly at her own joke and stepped out of Spike's arms. She tilted her head and he leaned down to deliver one last chaste kiss before turning and disappearing out into the dark. Willow slowly walked down the stairs. Her head still spinning. He was the only person that had ever affected her like that. With Oz it was comfortable and safe, with Xander it had been childish and giddy but with Spike it was passionate, exciting and a little dangerous. Well, more than a little dangerous. He was what Willow had been dreaming about her entire life and she had fallen head over heels in love with him. Oh, Goddess.
