Title: Turbulent Skies
Author: Dana
Content: Death, violence, nudity.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part seven of Willow Mine. Willow happens upon something while
hunting.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
Anticipation of the hunt flowed through her lithe body, all of her senses on
high alert as she swayed among the crowds of teenagers. Blood of the living
pumped in tune with the loud club music, tinged with lust of the young.
Stalking through the dancing bodies, her eyes alighted upon a girl sitting in a
corner. Disgust of how she used to resemble the girl warred with amusement over
the humans obvious dislike of the surroundings. Her lips twitched as she walked
over to the shy creature, giving her a sensual smile she picked up the girl's
hand and pulled her up. Leaning forward, she purred "Come with me, sweet."
Ignoring her victim's confusion, Willow lead the petite teenager out of the
club and into a darkened alley way. Gently, the red head pushed the girl up
against the side of the building. Pale fingers caressed blood filled cheeks as
she kissed trembling lips. Nibbling her way down the creamy column, the vampire
sank her fangs into the skin. Savoring the smell of fear and the flavor of the
blood, she drained her victim dry. Grinning to herself, she let the limp body
drop to the ground. "Thanks for the treat, pet."
Catching a blur of movement out of the corner of her eyes, Willow turned and
narrowed her eyes searching for what had disturbed her. Soft muttering floated
on the wind, filling the empty alley with its sound. Curiously, the ex Wicca
followed the sound to its source. Crawling over empty crates she peered behind
them shocked at what she found. Spike. A dirty, disheveled and starved excuse
for a vampire. Sinking down on her knees she shook him, trying to pull him out
of his stupor. "Spike, you bleached moron, snap out of it."
So many voices screamed at him in his head, laughing at him, accusing him of
horrible things. Things a part of him wished he could pretend hadn't happened,
but they had. Oh how they had happened and he had enjoyed them, reveling in the
blood and oh god, the demon was yelling at him now. Whimpering, the tortured
vampire held his head trying to shake the voices out of it. Struggling up from
the depths of his mind, he sensed something in front of him. Growling, he
pounced on it, fresh blood flooded his senses and the hunger tore at him. Spike
sank his fangs into the flesh, seeking to sate his demon so it would shut up
and leave him alone.
Startled at the sudden movement, Willow growled as she was tackled. Her anger
increased as she felt him trying to feed from her body. Throwing the vampire
off her body she sidestepped him as he launched himself in her direction again.
"You idiot!" Slipping into game face, the red head growled at Spike as she
walked forward and punched him with all her strength. Snorting to herself, she
looked at his unconscious form before muttering to herself. "He's in so much
trouble."
Silently, she debated on what to do. If she left him here he'd probably meet
the sun and then her sire would be upset with her. Her sire, that was the
answer! She'd take the lousy vampire to Drusilla. Decision made, Willow picked
him up and set off to the crypt she and her lover shared.
Sable eyes watched the movements of a rat skittering across the floor, soft
giggles bubbled forth from her as she sang to herself. Pale skin gleamed in the
candlelight and the scent of her bathwater filled the air. Frowning at the
cooling water, she caught the sound of the crypt door being opened and her
senses were flooded as her childe moved through the rooms. Happily, she stood
from her bath before she paused and sniffed the air experimentally, eyes
widening in surprise and trepidation she wrapped a towel around herself and
move into the main room. Sucking in an unneeded breath, she stared at the
vampire lying on the bed. "Spike."
Unhappily, she turned her head to look at her beloved red head. "He's so
dirty." She paused and sniffed the air again before growling softly. "And he
smells of the slayer!"
Sighing heavily, Willow sank into one of the fluffy chairs she and her sire had
stolen from a house after they had killed an entire family off. "I know."
Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her hair untangling the knots she
had gotten from the wind. "I found him like this in an alley, mumbling to
himself. Then he attacked me and tried to feed from me."
Moving to the bed, the brunette vampire brushed the hair out of her eldest
childe's face. Her heart clenched as she got a better look at the scratches and
wounds on his body. Anger flooded through her, she remembered the last time she
was in town; he had offered to stake her. She was his sire and he was going to
stake her for a nasty slayer. Something was off about him, his mind called out
to her, whispering things in her mind that she couldn't make sense of. "Help me
undress him, lovey."
Between herself and her childe, they got Spike undressed and into the bathtub.
Drusilla crawled into the tub behind his unconscious body, holding him up as
Willow washed his body. Humming softly, the dark vampire calmed his troubled
mind. Closing her eyes, she used her gift to sink into his being, searching for
the reason he was different. When she found it she came to herself, shrieking
as she started to cry. "No! He's been taken from me forever! Just like my
Angel."
"Dru, what are you talking about?"
Wailing softly she dropped her head onto the blond vampires shoulder. "He glows
like he did when he was human."
Willow looked back and forth between her sire and her brother, surprise written
over her features as she comprehended what her lover was saying. "He has a
soul?" Frowning, she lifted Spike's body from the bathtub and set him on the
bed before returning to retrieve Drusilla. Cradling the shivering body of her
beloved, she crooned softly, trying to calm her. "Love, it'll be alright."
Kissing the blood tear marks that trailed down Dru's face, she murmured. "We'll
find a way to get him back for you."
"Promise pet?"
"Yes love, we'll find a way. I promise." Kissing the woman in her arms gently,
she sat the dark vampire on the bed next to Spike. Rummaging under the bed, she
pulled shackles from them and chained the blonde vampire to the bed. Softly
whispering an incantation she vamp proofed them, he wasn't going any where when
he awoke. Knowing she had to keep him there while she searched for a way to
turn him back, she turned to Drusilla. "Don't unchain him love, no matter what
he asks."
Nodding sleepily, Drusilla snuggled against the cool body of her ex lover, her
mind already slipping into the land of dreams. A small smile graced her face as
she remembered the glorious bloodshed of the past.
Willow gazed down at her lover before she glared at the blonde vampire lying
unconscious on the bed next to her sire. Unhappiness flooded her as she stalked
out of the crypt. She had a visit to pay to a certain vengeance demon. The red
head would have the information she wanted, and perhaps she'd get a bit of
blood play out of it as well. She smiled, her night was beginning to look up.
With a little more bounce to her step, she made her way through the cemeteries,
the wind playing havoc with her hair as she smiled at the turbulent skies.
Author: Dana
Content: Death, violence, nudity.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part seven of Willow Mine. Willow happens upon something while
hunting.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
Anticipation of the hunt flowed through her lithe body, all of her senses on
high alert as she swayed among the crowds of teenagers. Blood of the living
pumped in tune with the loud club music, tinged with lust of the young.
Stalking through the dancing bodies, her eyes alighted upon a girl sitting in a
corner. Disgust of how she used to resemble the girl warred with amusement over
the humans obvious dislike of the surroundings. Her lips twitched as she walked
over to the shy creature, giving her a sensual smile she picked up the girl's
hand and pulled her up. Leaning forward, she purred "Come with me, sweet."
Ignoring her victim's confusion, Willow lead the petite teenager out of the
club and into a darkened alley way. Gently, the red head pushed the girl up
against the side of the building. Pale fingers caressed blood filled cheeks as
she kissed trembling lips. Nibbling her way down the creamy column, the vampire
sank her fangs into the skin. Savoring the smell of fear and the flavor of the
blood, she drained her victim dry. Grinning to herself, she let the limp body
drop to the ground. "Thanks for the treat, pet."
Catching a blur of movement out of the corner of her eyes, Willow turned and
narrowed her eyes searching for what had disturbed her. Soft muttering floated
on the wind, filling the empty alley with its sound. Curiously, the ex Wicca
followed the sound to its source. Crawling over empty crates she peered behind
them shocked at what she found. Spike. A dirty, disheveled and starved excuse
for a vampire. Sinking down on her knees she shook him, trying to pull him out
of his stupor. "Spike, you bleached moron, snap out of it."
So many voices screamed at him in his head, laughing at him, accusing him of
horrible things. Things a part of him wished he could pretend hadn't happened,
but they had. Oh how they had happened and he had enjoyed them, reveling in the
blood and oh god, the demon was yelling at him now. Whimpering, the tortured
vampire held his head trying to shake the voices out of it. Struggling up from
the depths of his mind, he sensed something in front of him. Growling, he
pounced on it, fresh blood flooded his senses and the hunger tore at him. Spike
sank his fangs into the flesh, seeking to sate his demon so it would shut up
and leave him alone.
Startled at the sudden movement, Willow growled as she was tackled. Her anger
increased as she felt him trying to feed from her body. Throwing the vampire
off her body she sidestepped him as he launched himself in her direction again.
"You idiot!" Slipping into game face, the red head growled at Spike as she
walked forward and punched him with all her strength. Snorting to herself, she
looked at his unconscious form before muttering to herself. "He's in so much
trouble."
Silently, she debated on what to do. If she left him here he'd probably meet
the sun and then her sire would be upset with her. Her sire, that was the
answer! She'd take the lousy vampire to Drusilla. Decision made, Willow picked
him up and set off to the crypt she and her lover shared.
Sable eyes watched the movements of a rat skittering across the floor, soft
giggles bubbled forth from her as she sang to herself. Pale skin gleamed in the
candlelight and the scent of her bathwater filled the air. Frowning at the
cooling water, she caught the sound of the crypt door being opened and her
senses were flooded as her childe moved through the rooms. Happily, she stood
from her bath before she paused and sniffed the air experimentally, eyes
widening in surprise and trepidation she wrapped a towel around herself and
move into the main room. Sucking in an unneeded breath, she stared at the
vampire lying on the bed. "Spike."
Unhappily, she turned her head to look at her beloved red head. "He's so
dirty." She paused and sniffed the air again before growling softly. "And he
smells of the slayer!"
Sighing heavily, Willow sank into one of the fluffy chairs she and her sire had
stolen from a house after they had killed an entire family off. "I know."
Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her hair untangling the knots she
had gotten from the wind. "I found him like this in an alley, mumbling to
himself. Then he attacked me and tried to feed from me."
Moving to the bed, the brunette vampire brushed the hair out of her eldest
childe's face. Her heart clenched as she got a better look at the scratches and
wounds on his body. Anger flooded through her, she remembered the last time she
was in town; he had offered to stake her. She was his sire and he was going to
stake her for a nasty slayer. Something was off about him, his mind called out
to her, whispering things in her mind that she couldn't make sense of. "Help me
undress him, lovey."
Between herself and her childe, they got Spike undressed and into the bathtub.
Drusilla crawled into the tub behind his unconscious body, holding him up as
Willow washed his body. Humming softly, the dark vampire calmed his troubled
mind. Closing her eyes, she used her gift to sink into his being, searching for
the reason he was different. When she found it she came to herself, shrieking
as she started to cry. "No! He's been taken from me forever! Just like my
Angel."
"Dru, what are you talking about?"
Wailing softly she dropped her head onto the blond vampires shoulder. "He glows
like he did when he was human."
Willow looked back and forth between her sire and her brother, surprise written
over her features as she comprehended what her lover was saying. "He has a
soul?" Frowning, she lifted Spike's body from the bathtub and set him on the
bed before returning to retrieve Drusilla. Cradling the shivering body of her
beloved, she crooned softly, trying to calm her. "Love, it'll be alright."
Kissing the blood tear marks that trailed down Dru's face, she murmured. "We'll
find a way to get him back for you."
"Promise pet?"
"Yes love, we'll find a way. I promise." Kissing the woman in her arms gently,
she sat the dark vampire on the bed next to Spike. Rummaging under the bed, she
pulled shackles from them and chained the blonde vampire to the bed. Softly
whispering an incantation she vamp proofed them, he wasn't going any where when
he awoke. Knowing she had to keep him there while she searched for a way to
turn him back, she turned to Drusilla. "Don't unchain him love, no matter what
he asks."
Nodding sleepily, Drusilla snuggled against the cool body of her ex lover, her
mind already slipping into the land of dreams. A small smile graced her face as
she remembered the glorious bloodshed of the past.
Willow gazed down at her lover before she glared at the blonde vampire lying
unconscious on the bed next to her sire. Unhappiness flooded her as she stalked
out of the crypt. She had a visit to pay to a certain vengeance demon. The red
head would have the information she wanted, and perhaps she'd get a bit of
blood play out of it as well. She smiled, her night was beginning to look up.
With a little more bounce to her step, she made her way through the cemeteries,
the wind playing havoc with her hair as she smiled at the turbulent skies.