Title: Vanilla and Kinks

Author: Witchy Red

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.

Notes: NETHING else refer to previous parts

Willow was so exhausted that she didn't hear the gang coming back in after a few hours of sleep nor did she feel Giles' carrying her to the couch in his office. She slept through the day and into the early evening finally waking up around dinnertime with her stomach growling. Ravenous she stepped out of the library to find everyone back at work. Buffy looked up at her and started to speak but Willow held up a hand.

"Wait, I need food first." She mumbled. Xander hurriedly obliged her by grabbing a piece of piping hot pizza out of its delivery boxing and handing it to her on a paper plate. Willow quickly stuffed the piece in her mouth. She ate half of it before she looked up. Finally Buffy began to talk again.

"We talked to Willy. Something's in town. A demon he thinks. Willy says the demon's been here for a few days but she's staying low. She's here because she needs the Hellmouth's extra power and she heard that there is not one but two slayers here. She was very interested in us. Willy said she has lackeys, a lot of them and that this demon is strong and she's lookin' to get stronger." Buffy said.

"That's all he gave us? Doesn't this demon have a name?" Willow asked.

"That's all he knew, Wills. Believe me. He was telling the truth." Buffy said. Willow sighed.

"Did anyone else find out anything?" Willow asked.

"Creepy demons with lots of eyes were out and about last night. They didn't bother us but they sure as hell were scary. What's with lots of eyes in weird places? That's just unnatural." Xander said.

"Demons with to many eyes? Well, that isn't very helpful." Wesley said.

"Sorry next time we'll ask for a name and number. They were carrying some mean looking swords. Getting chopped into bite size pieces was not on the schedule last night." Xander said a little insulted.

A few minutes later the library door burst open and Spike fell into the room. He was beaten and bloody, barely able to stay conscious. The gang turned to see the blonde collapse onto the floor. Willow let out a small cry and ran over to him. She crouched down next to his body. She motioned Angel and Xander to help her turn him over onto his back. They hesitated until Willow sent them a scathing look. Together they turned the vampire over. He was so injured his body was almost dead weight, no pun intended.

"Spike, are you okay? What happened?" Willow asked while smoothing back his hair, damp and bloody from sweat.

"Demons attacked me. Never seen those buggers before. They came out of nowhere holding these huge scimitars with eyes blinking everywhere." Spike said weakly before passing out.

"He's dieing." Angel said as he crouched beside the fallen vampire. Pain was etched across his face. "He's lost too much blood. Without blood a vampire can't function. They die." Willow looked at Spike and knew Angel was telling the truth. Slowly her resolve face settled into place and she knew what she had to do. Determined she reached down and lifted the cuff of Spike's jeans and pulled out a knife. Ignoring Buffy's sharp intake of breath and Faith's cry of protest, Willow sliced into her wrist across the vein and held it up to her lover's mouth. At first he wouldn't take it. The blood just dripped down onto his lips and over his chin. Willow reached over with her good hand and massaged his throat willing some of the blood down. Finally he started to drink. Greedily he pulled her wrist against his mouth and sucked hard swallowing as much as possible. Willow let him drink until she felt herself becoming weak. Then she tried to pull her wrist back. But the hunger had taken him over and he refused to let go.

"Spike, let go!" Willow said sharply. Angel and the two slayers moved forward to pull her away from the vampire's grasp but it was useless. The hunger had him trapped. Buffy pulled out her stake. "No, stay back. It's okay." Willow said. Buffy hesitated. Willow concentrated on her arm. Slowly her skin turned red, growing hotter and hotter until her blood was practically boiling. It was so hot that it scalded Spike's mouth as soon as it touched. Growling, Spike pushed Willow's arm away and rolled onto his feet.

"Willow?" He said, confused. "What's going on?" Willow crawled over to him and took his face in her hands rubbing his brow until the demon went away.

"You needed blood. I gave it to you."

"No! That's not how. . ." Spike trailed off. He was devastated.

"I know but if I hadn't you would have died." Willow leaned over and whispered into his ear. "I'll let you do it again later."

"Promise." Spike said. He had come back to himself and was now smirking as usual. Willow laughed and threw her arms around him. Suddenly she was crying. Spike wrapped her tightly in his embrace and stood. Willow wrapped her legs around his waist and Spike buried his head into her hair. They stood like that for a few minutes neither aware of the others gaping at them. Finally Giles' cleared his throat and Willow slid down off of Spike but he didn't release her. She turned in his arms and stared at the others.

"I think we should research these many eyed demons. They sound-Icky." Willow said. Her innocent words relaxed the tension in the room and everyone got ready to work. Except for Buffy and Faith. The slayers could only take so much inactivity before they went stir-crazy so they went out patrolling.

Buffy and Faith strolled through Mother of Sorrow's cemetery on the edge of town. They hadn't come across many vampires and there hadn't been any sightings of the demons that had attacked Spike.

"I cannot believe she's with Spike! How could she? He's tried to kill us more times than I can count." Buffy complained. Her face was a mask of hurt and betrayal sounded in her voice.

"She loves him, B. I don't like it any more than you do but she does love him and he loves her." Faith said.

"Like Hell!" Buffy burst out. "There is not way they are in love. It's just sex."

"Willow screwing somebody just because she was horny. Come on. She dumped Oz for him. If that's not love than I don't know what is. Not that I'm an expert or anything. Personally, I'll leave love to you two and keep on with fun no strings attached screwing."

"You are a terminal slut. You know that?" Buffy said.

"Yeah, and you wish you were." Faith said. Footsteps came from behind them and the girls spun around simultaneously. Behind them were three demons carrying nasty looking swords that Buffy recognized as scimitars and Faith as deadly. The demons were the pinky flesh color of newborn mice and had blinking eyes running up and down their arms, over their bare chests and under skin-lined pants to places neither girl wanted to think about. As if they were one entity the demons attacked, weapons raised and a battle cry sounded from their single mouth, almost hidden by the many eyes covering their faces.

"Gross!" Buffy said in a disgusted voice as she blocked slashing blade. "I don't even think plastic surgery is going to help you. That's just nasty."

"They can see us wherever we come from. That kinda leaves out any surprise attacks in the future." Faith said her mind already thinking tactics as she dodged blows.

"Then how about we just use brute strength." Buffy said before going on the offensive and attacking the demon closest to her. The thing easily threw her into a nearby mausoleum. He didn't even seem to notice her. His attention was focused entirely on Faith.

"Can't ever be monogamous. It's always just a little slap and tickle and then on to a new girl." Buffy mumbled as she felt blood running down the back of her head. Grunting a little she stood up and stood near to Faith.

"Well, that worked. Let's hear it for brute strength." Faith said sarcastically.

"Got a better idea?"

"How about weapons?" Faith said and held up a short sword she had pulled from a sheath down her spine. Buffy smiled and quickly grabbed the crossbow she had left on the ground beside Faith.

"Sounds like a plan." She said. Buffy brought up her crossbow, aimed and shot a demon through its heart. Feeling the adrenaline rush she aimed at another. Meanwhile Faith had jumped right into the middle of the group slicing through body parts as she passed. She didn't pay attention to where she cut only wanting to slice and dice as many demons as possible. They fought until their arms were numb and they could barely walk straight but every time they would kill a demon it would stand up again and continue to fight like they had never touched it. Finally Buffy could see it was pointless and called out to Faith.

"Faith, Library, Now!" She shouted. They both took off out of the cemetery and ran toward the high school and the relative safety of the library. If they could reach it they would have a melee of weapons they could rely on to take care of the creepy monsters that were chasing them.

Panting Faith and Buffy stumbled into the library and almost on top of Giles who was kneeling near the counter picking up a fallen book. He jumped up with a startled look and automatically stepped into a defensive stance. His days as Ripper along with his watcher training had instilled in him a great sense of weariness and he almost instinctively knew when an attack was coming. One was on its way to the library, an attack that had two slayers running. This was trouble.

"Gross eyeball demons, coming fast!" Buffy panted at Giles before she followed Faith into the weapons closet. The two slayers threw out weapons to the rest of the gang who had jumped out of their seats. Willow, Xander, and Cordelia all pulled stakes out of their waistbands but Faith just shook her head and pointed to the arsenal on the floor. The stakes were not going to work. Willow kneeled on the floor and began handing out weapons. A short sword was thrust into Xander's hands, a crossbow was tossed to Oz, Cordelia snatched a long bow, and Willow chose an angry looking battle-ax. Giles held his favored sword and the slayers had managed to find matching Katanas, which they were now wielding with scary expertise. Spike and Angel both pulled out lethal looking knives from out of nowhere. They stood in a circle, their backs to each other, their faces searching the edges of the library for enemies. They didn't wait long. The demons burst in from all sides. The slayer's headquarters came alive with the fight. Furniture was smashed, thrown and kicked. Books were sent flying. People and demons crashed into walls, counters, and one another. Metal clashed loudly against metal and slid softly into flesh. The slayerettes and their friends were torn, bloody, and exhausted but their demon counterparts were still attacking strong. They didn't seem to ever slow down and they swatted away everything that was thrown at them like it was no more annoying then a buzzing fly. They had one purpose, to find the slayer. Then Xander lost his weapon. A demon smacked it out of his hand. Frantically Xander searched for something else he could use to defend himself. His hands came up empty. There was nothing around him except for books and splinters of library chairs barely big enough to use as a pencil. Then he spied a small lighter a few feet away. Xander scrambled toward the lighter and snatched it up. He stood proudly by the library stairs and lit it. Brandishing it like a sword he swiped it into one of the demon's path. It immediately caught fire and began to make a loud keening sound like it was in pain.

"Fire!" Xander shouted loudly to his friends. "Fire hurts them!" And it was hurting them, but not killing. Still everyone began to search frantically for fire while still defending themselves. Unfortunately the only one who habitually carried a lighter on him was Spike and Xander was using his. Then Willow felt a foreign power coursing through her. It was the same power that had entered her the other night. And suddenly she had the knowledge. She knew how to get rid of them.

"Enflamare!" Willow screamed above the din. She flung her hands out toward two demons and they caught on fire. She flung her hands in the other direction and took down another one. She continued to turn the demons into fiery ruins of their former selves. The gang stood back and stared at her. Willow's skin had begun to glow. It started at her necklace and then continued down her bodied until she was a mass of silver light. Her hair was blown back by an invisible wind and her eyes had darkened into dark onyx pools. She was a vision of power and magick. Every illusion that she had ever created about herself was stripped free and the world finally saw this young girl for what she was. She was the protector, the giver. She was the physical embodiment of the maiden, mother and crone.

After what seemed an eternity the demons ran out of the library in a fiery blaze their skin melting and their bones popping from the heat. Slowly Willow's skin lost its glow and her eyes became their normal jade green again. She lowered her arms and massaged her shoulders. They ached from having been lifted to long. Willow turned to her friends who were standing behind her near the cage staring at her with awe. Except for Spike, Spike ran quickly over to her and pulled her down into the nearest half broken chair.

"Red, are you okay?" He asked as he smoothed his hands down her arms and over her thighs reassuring himself that she was alive. Spike glared over at the watcher. "What the bloody hell is happening to her?" He growled.

"I'm not sure." Giles stated calmly. "But if I were to take a guess Willow is coming into some hidden power. And if this has to do with her becoming the Huntress then you should expect an increase in power also. I do believe I might have found some answers though." Everyone turned to stare at him. "Right before those things attacked, a small leather bound book slipped out of one of the old watcher's journals. I just got the chance to read the cover. It's Emma Whearden's daily journal and it has the watcher's insignia engraved into it. Emma Whearden was a watcher."