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
Hours later, in the Sunnydale high school library, Willow closed the book she was reading and dropped her head onto the cover. She was exhausted and they hadn't found anything. Willow looked up at her friends. Xander was stuffing Twinkies down his throat and getting crumbs all through the pages of the book he was looking through. Faith was listening to music on her headphones, bopping her head to the beat and flipping through pages so fast Willow was sure she had given up on research a while ago. Both of the watchers were still holed up in Giles' office going through the forbidden watcher's diaries. Willow didn't have the heart to tell them that she had stolen and read all of them ages ago and knew there was nothing in them. Lastly Cordelia was, surprisingly, the only one still avidly researching. She was searching a website that Willow had logged her onto. Her hair was pulled up high and her face was set in a frown. Willow could tell she wasn't having any luck either.
"Ok guys. Enough. We aren't going to find anything tonight. Let's try again tomorrow." Willow announced to the room.
"Are you sure, Wills? We can be here all night enjoying the research fun." Xander asked her.
"Yeah, Willow, it's not like most of us have lives. Ah-hem, Xander." Cordelia said from her place at the computer. Xander threw her a "hey" look but kept his mouth shut for once.
"No, that's okay. We can do this tomorrow night." Willow said. Then she waved her hands in front of the slayer sitting next to her trying to get her attention. Faith finally looked up and shouted loudly.
"What?"
Willow made gestures with her hands telling Faith to take the headphones off. When she did Willow answered her.
"We're done for tonight. Let's go."
"Ice! I'll walk you home." Faith said. She jumped off the table and walked out of the library. Willow looked at Cordelia and Xander. Do either of you need an escort?"
"No, I have my car. I can give Xander a lift." Cordelia said.
"Yeah, Wills. Go ahead and catch up with Faith. I'll tell Giles and Wesley we're outty." Xander told her.
"Okay, see you guys tomorrow." Willow said and hurried to catch up with Faith.
Willow walked home quietly listening to Faith ramble on about some vampire she had dusted earlier that evening. She was pretty much tuning her out. Willow had much more important things to talk about.
"Faith," She interrupted suddenly.
"Yeah."
"Remember the other day on the lawn when you were telling Buffy and I about your date?"
"Yeah."
"Well, hypothetically, what if there was someone new but. . . he wasn't really my type? What if you guys didn't approve? Would you trust my judgment enough to leave things be?"
"Willow, I'd trust you with anything. You're probably the most reliable out of all of us."
"What if he was kind of not on our side?"
"You mean what if he was evil? Well, would he hurt you?"
"No, not ever! I mean hypothetically."
"Of course hypothetically. Would he hurt any of us?"
"Not if I asked him not to."
"Then go with your gut and the rest of us will just have to deal with it." Willow smiled at the slayer's blunt answer. She could always depend on the truth with Faith. Whether she wanted it or not.
"Thanks." Willow replied. They reached her house and Willow turned around. "And thank you for walking me home."
"Sure, no problem. Want me to come in for a while?" Faith asked. Normally Willow would have jumped at the chance to spend more time with the brunette but tonight she wanted company of a different sort and he would be there any minute.
"No, I'm really tired. I'm just gonna go to bed." Willow said and found she didn't have to fake a yawn. She was tired.
"So, would this hypothetical guy be a good lay?" Faith asked mischievously before she turned to leave. Willow blushed bright red. Faith loved it that she could still do that.
Willow walked through each room of her house turning on lights or lighting candles. She was weirded out by everything that was happening to her and the light was comforting. In her bedroom she slipped into a silk nightshirt and robe that her parents had brought back for her the last time they had gone to China. It was the last time they had remembered that she might enjoy a gift from their travels. Now they barely remembered to call and tell her when they were leaving one country and heading to the next.
Willow climbed back down the stairs and seated herself in her dad's study. She sat in front of the fireplace lighting it with a thought. Her magick had grown so much in the past year and she felt so powerful since she put on Emma Whearden's necklace. It filled her with a newfound reserve and strength.
Willow sat in front of the burning fire for what seemed like hours just thinking. Thinking about her parents, her friends, Spike, and of course the coming apocalypse or whatever that she had found in her attic. She sat there until a knock at the front door broke the spell of the warm fire and disquieting thoughts. Willow stood slowly and stretched before making her way to the door. She knew who it was and knew he could take care of himself out in the dark for a few minutes while she oriented herself. Finally after the third knock she reached and opened the door.
"I was coming." She said teasingly as she smiled up into ice blue eyes. Spike smiled slightly. His annoyance leaked out of him. She always did that. He could never stay mad at her.
"I'm impatient, Luv. What can I say?" Spike replied but Willow wasn't paying any attention to him. Her eyes were focused on something behind him. Spike turned to see what was so interesting on a deserted street at 3 o'clock in the morning. A gang of vampires advancing on them was what was so interesting. Spike growled. He was not in the mood to play nice with the newly arrogant. He could see they wanted a quick meal and couldn't tell he was a vampire. Well, couldn't tell until he slipped into his game face. They immediately began to apologize and back up. This girl was already dead and served with a side of lemon. They apologized until one of them recognized the vampire and that the girl seemed to not be afraid of him.
"Spike playing house with a human? I never thought I'd see the day." The vampire spoke up. Spike picked him easily out of the crowd. He had long greasy hair and a big mouth.
"You still haven't but I could help you with that if you still want to." Willow piped in sarcastically before Spike could say anything. The vampire laughed.
"Sugar, the only thing you're gonna help me with is a meal. I bet you'd taste sweet, like honey." The vampire just didn't know when to shut up. Spike roared and leapt at the vamp. Always ready for a fight the greasy haired punk already had his guard up. They fought for several minutes before Spike tore his head off, literally, and the guy turned to dust. The rest of the vampires jumped into the fray. Willow looked on from the porch a slight smirk on her face. Enough she thought. She was tired and wanted to go to bed. Then she knew what to do. She knew how to kill all the vampires without killing Spike. She knew how to do it with out lifting a finger. Without raising her voice Willow called out a single word into the air her necklace swirled with colored fog and a blinding light blasted out from it to surround Willow. Then all of the vampires exploded. Spike stared in front of him. Confusion etched his face and he looked at her.
"What just happened?" He asked her.
"I have no idea."
"You have some idea. That, whatever that was, has something to do with what you wanted to tell me right?"
"It might. I don't know. Come inside and I'll tell you everything I know." Willow told him. Spike sighed and shook his head. He hated mysteries. But still, he followed the love of his unlife back into her home. Hopefully she would clear this up fast. He was seriously horny.
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
Hours later, in the Sunnydale high school library, Willow closed the book she was reading and dropped her head onto the cover. She was exhausted and they hadn't found anything. Willow looked up at her friends. Xander was stuffing Twinkies down his throat and getting crumbs all through the pages of the book he was looking through. Faith was listening to music on her headphones, bopping her head to the beat and flipping through pages so fast Willow was sure she had given up on research a while ago. Both of the watchers were still holed up in Giles' office going through the forbidden watcher's diaries. Willow didn't have the heart to tell them that she had stolen and read all of them ages ago and knew there was nothing in them. Lastly Cordelia was, surprisingly, the only one still avidly researching. She was searching a website that Willow had logged her onto. Her hair was pulled up high and her face was set in a frown. Willow could tell she wasn't having any luck either.
"Ok guys. Enough. We aren't going to find anything tonight. Let's try again tomorrow." Willow announced to the room.
"Are you sure, Wills? We can be here all night enjoying the research fun." Xander asked her.
"Yeah, Willow, it's not like most of us have lives. Ah-hem, Xander." Cordelia said from her place at the computer. Xander threw her a "hey" look but kept his mouth shut for once.
"No, that's okay. We can do this tomorrow night." Willow said. Then she waved her hands in front of the slayer sitting next to her trying to get her attention. Faith finally looked up and shouted loudly.
"What?"
Willow made gestures with her hands telling Faith to take the headphones off. When she did Willow answered her.
"We're done for tonight. Let's go."
"Ice! I'll walk you home." Faith said. She jumped off the table and walked out of the library. Willow looked at Cordelia and Xander. Do either of you need an escort?"
"No, I have my car. I can give Xander a lift." Cordelia said.
"Yeah, Wills. Go ahead and catch up with Faith. I'll tell Giles and Wesley we're outty." Xander told her.
"Okay, see you guys tomorrow." Willow said and hurried to catch up with Faith.
Willow walked home quietly listening to Faith ramble on about some vampire she had dusted earlier that evening. She was pretty much tuning her out. Willow had much more important things to talk about.
"Faith," She interrupted suddenly.
"Yeah."
"Remember the other day on the lawn when you were telling Buffy and I about your date?"
"Yeah."
"Well, hypothetically, what if there was someone new but. . . he wasn't really my type? What if you guys didn't approve? Would you trust my judgment enough to leave things be?"
"Willow, I'd trust you with anything. You're probably the most reliable out of all of us."
"What if he was kind of not on our side?"
"You mean what if he was evil? Well, would he hurt you?"
"No, not ever! I mean hypothetically."
"Of course hypothetically. Would he hurt any of us?"
"Not if I asked him not to."
"Then go with your gut and the rest of us will just have to deal with it." Willow smiled at the slayer's blunt answer. She could always depend on the truth with Faith. Whether she wanted it or not.
"Thanks." Willow replied. They reached her house and Willow turned around. "And thank you for walking me home."
"Sure, no problem. Want me to come in for a while?" Faith asked. Normally Willow would have jumped at the chance to spend more time with the brunette but tonight she wanted company of a different sort and he would be there any minute.
"No, I'm really tired. I'm just gonna go to bed." Willow said and found she didn't have to fake a yawn. She was tired.
"So, would this hypothetical guy be a good lay?" Faith asked mischievously before she turned to leave. Willow blushed bright red. Faith loved it that she could still do that.
Willow walked through each room of her house turning on lights or lighting candles. She was weirded out by everything that was happening to her and the light was comforting. In her bedroom she slipped into a silk nightshirt and robe that her parents had brought back for her the last time they had gone to China. It was the last time they had remembered that she might enjoy a gift from their travels. Now they barely remembered to call and tell her when they were leaving one country and heading to the next.
Willow climbed back down the stairs and seated herself in her dad's study. She sat in front of the fireplace lighting it with a thought. Her magick had grown so much in the past year and she felt so powerful since she put on Emma Whearden's necklace. It filled her with a newfound reserve and strength.
Willow sat in front of the burning fire for what seemed like hours just thinking. Thinking about her parents, her friends, Spike, and of course the coming apocalypse or whatever that she had found in her attic. She sat there until a knock at the front door broke the spell of the warm fire and disquieting thoughts. Willow stood slowly and stretched before making her way to the door. She knew who it was and knew he could take care of himself out in the dark for a few minutes while she oriented herself. Finally after the third knock she reached and opened the door.
"I was coming." She said teasingly as she smiled up into ice blue eyes. Spike smiled slightly. His annoyance leaked out of him. She always did that. He could never stay mad at her.
"I'm impatient, Luv. What can I say?" Spike replied but Willow wasn't paying any attention to him. Her eyes were focused on something behind him. Spike turned to see what was so interesting on a deserted street at 3 o'clock in the morning. A gang of vampires advancing on them was what was so interesting. Spike growled. He was not in the mood to play nice with the newly arrogant. He could see they wanted a quick meal and couldn't tell he was a vampire. Well, couldn't tell until he slipped into his game face. They immediately began to apologize and back up. This girl was already dead and served with a side of lemon. They apologized until one of them recognized the vampire and that the girl seemed to not be afraid of him.
"Spike playing house with a human? I never thought I'd see the day." The vampire spoke up. Spike picked him easily out of the crowd. He had long greasy hair and a big mouth.
"You still haven't but I could help you with that if you still want to." Willow piped in sarcastically before Spike could say anything. The vampire laughed.
"Sugar, the only thing you're gonna help me with is a meal. I bet you'd taste sweet, like honey." The vampire just didn't know when to shut up. Spike roared and leapt at the vamp. Always ready for a fight the greasy haired punk already had his guard up. They fought for several minutes before Spike tore his head off, literally, and the guy turned to dust. The rest of the vampires jumped into the fray. Willow looked on from the porch a slight smirk on her face. Enough she thought. She was tired and wanted to go to bed. Then she knew what to do. She knew how to kill all the vampires without killing Spike. She knew how to do it with out lifting a finger. Without raising her voice Willow called out a single word into the air her necklace swirled with colored fog and a blinding light blasted out from it to surround Willow. Then all of the vampires exploded. Spike stared in front of him. Confusion etched his face and he looked at her.
"What just happened?" He asked her.
"I have no idea."
"You have some idea. That, whatever that was, has something to do with what you wanted to tell me right?"
"It might. I don't know. Come inside and I'll tell you everything I know." Willow told him. Spike sighed and shook his head. He hated mysteries. But still, he followed the love of his unlife back into her home. Hopefully she would clear this up fast. He was seriously horny.
