Dark Cravings -- by Serpentine Malfoy


Part 3

"No you're not!" Willow stood tall, face to face with Xander. "I need you to watch Buffy. You are going to keep her busy and away from Spike and I. I need some answers not Buffy flying at him with a stake!" "But Wills, How a, I supposed to do that. She can rip my throat oout!" Willow didn't back down, she reached over and tokk the second stake from his hand. She placed both stakes in her back-pack.

Looking him in the eye, Willow said,"I don't care how you do it, just do it!" With that Willow turned on her heel and walked to his basement door. She was reaching for the knob when Xander's mind caught up. He ran to her.

"Willow be careful. I don't want to see anything bad happen to you when you see that evil . . ." evil glare from willow, " . . . err Spike." Xander walked her out, giving her a uick hug before she left. As he closed the door he prayed this wouldn't be the last time he saw Willow alive.


Spike continued pacing the floor. He had not been able to get any rest. Every time he tried to his mind kept imaging Willow. He cursed under his breath as he once more tried to rest. With a sigh he flopped into his chair, eyes closed. A place just before sleep took him.


Willow knew where she was going but really didn't want to be ther. She just wished he curious mind would let her rest. But she would be filled with questions until she could finds Spike.

As Willow reached Spike's underground lair she stopped. Pulling one of the stakes from her backpack she slid it in the waist band of her pants. Pulling the sweater over it she gave one final silent plea to the goddess for protection. She walked right in head held high.


Spike's eyes were closed when Willow walked in. She had no idea what to do. Startling the vampire was not her idea of fun. But before she had to further contimplate that, two blue orbs stared at her. A evil smile crossed Spike's face.

"Willow, just what do I owe this unexpected visit?' Spike said this, all the while assumming he must have finally gotten to sleep. This living breathing human wouldn't dare come to his lair iin reality, that sort of thing only happens in his subcounsiouses time to play.

Willow opened her mouth, then abruptly closed it again. Once more she tried to speak but only a feeble squeak escaped her lips. Wringing her hands together Willow stared at Spike. Spike chuckled. She was so cute standing there like a deer in the headlights.

He rose slowly from his chair being sure not to startle her. Once standing her extended his hand to her. She looked at it like a venimous snake ready to strike. "Luv, I am merely extending my hand in a truce, at least for now. Now come sit and tell me why you are here." With that he took another step towards her. She reached her hand to his and shook it.

Spike's mind finally cought up with him, he wasn't asleep and Willow was really here, with her hand in his. Unconsiously his thumb rubbed lightly on the side of her palm, sending a tiny shiver down Willow's back. They both looked down at there joined hands and quickly let go. Spike took Willow's backpack and walked to the table to put it down. While he was doing this Willow, exhausted from first the night before's action, the run to Xander's and trip here, flopped into his chair.

Abruptly she yelped loudly in pain. Spike spun around to see her gingerly reach behind herself and pull a very jagged stske from apparently her waist band. She uncerimoniusly threw it on the table. She looked upa t Spike and turned a shade of pink.

Spike began to laugh, the idea of her sitting on a very pointy stake was infinetly amussing to him. With a little growl from Willow Spike stopped, "Sorry pet, but it was most funny. By the way, don't you trust me?" Spike asked with a sweeping gesture towards the cursed stake. Now it was Willow's turn to chuckle. "Would you trust you?" Willow cocked an eyebrow a him, Spike smiled.

"I supposse not. But do I need to worry about you stakeing me if I blink?"

"No, not if your on your best behavior, I'll be on mine." Willow pulled her knees up on the chair. She placed her chin on her kneecaps, looking at Spike. He pulled another chair up and sat across from her. "Did you come here to take this spell off of me?" Spike asked. His hands lazily splayed on his knees.

"I don't know what is wrong with you but it is not magical, I can tell. I came to see if I could help you. Even though if you an't hurt anyone, we wouldn't have to worry about you hurting someone innocent." Spike hissed, "First off Red, there are no innocents, everyone has a dark side, mine just more vocal. Now to recap, you say you didn't do this to me?"

Willow blinked. "No, Why would . . . Just because I'm a witch you assum, humph!" Willow glared over her knees at him.

With a placating hand gesture spike said, "Okay, Okay! I'm sorry. But if you didn't do it the "commando" idiots must have. Is there anything you can do about it? I am willing to pay you handsomely."

Spike smiled, Willow probably assuned he meant money, but he meant the ultimate gift, immortality. With a twinkle in his eye he watched Willow, she had relaxed a little but not much.

"Well, first am I right in assuming you can't fight anyone?" Spike nodded. Willow began to chew on her lower lip, an action Spike found unendingly interesting. Willow noticed his staring, but did a little staring of her own.

"Do you like me?" Willow blurted out, her mouth had spoken before her mind caught up. Spike looked confused. "I mean like like me? The reason I ask because I have this strange feeling towards you now, but it's ok I'm not you type Just forget about it...." Spike continued to listen to her babble for a few more seconds before he rose from his chair. Willow abruptly stopped talking.

Willow dropped her legs to the floor, watching Spike walk towards her. Fear krept up her spine, ~ What was that look in his eyes? ~ Her breathing quicked as he placed each of his hands on the sides of her chair. He leaned towards her. "I have a question for you?" Willow squeaked. He leaned a little closer to her, Willow was scared but strangely excited as well.

After a pause Willow began to wonder if he would ever ask his question. "May I kiss you?" Willow's eys got really big and only a squeak escaped her lips. Spike was about to lean back assuming he had made a mistake when she leaned forward and put her warm lips to his cold ones.

What started out as a little whisp of a kiss sone transformed into a mind shatteriing experinece. Spike ran his fingers through her short red hair. Willow felt him moan a little as she tentativly ran a hand down his lean hard chest.

Spike boke the kiss only because Willow would soon need to breath. When he looked at her, her faced was flushed and her lips slightly swollen, but what really intrigued him was the sparkle of happiness in her eyes. Spike knew she could see the same in his eyes.

Willow reached a gentle hand to his cheek. She caressed his cheek lightly, he smiled at her, not an evil or mocking smile, but agenuine one.

"Spike, I would like to try something, okay?' Spike cocked a questioning eyebrow at her. "You can't hurt anyone right? What if they willingly let you bite them, you really wouldn't be hurting them so ..." Willow trailed off as Spike just stared at her.

"Luv, are you asking me to bite you? I've never had someone ask to be bitten before, this is bloody bizaree."

Willow looked away. "Never mind, you don't have to try. I'm not bite-worthy, so ..." Spike swept Willow into his arms before she could continue. He kissed her. She put her arms around him. He lightly kissed his way down her slender white neck. He felt her pulse quicken on his lips. She ran her fingers through his very blonde hair. He caustiously changed to his game face.

With one more tenative kiss on her pulse he slipped his fangs into her throat. Willow moaned lightly, the fingers in his hair stopped momentarily as the pleasure his bite was giving her rushed through her. Spike drank the heady elixir of her blood, he had never tasted anyone as sweet yet powerful before.

Spike ran his hands down her sides, hightening the pleasure she was receiving. The contented sighs from her pleased Spike emensily. To Willow dismay Spike stopped drinking, he gently held her waist. A satisfied smile crossed his face. "Well, luv. Guess it works, we'll have to try that again, but first I want to..." A slam behind them stopped Spike in mid sentence. He whirled around quickly putting Willow behind him.

"What are you doing with my boyfriend?" Harmony's face morphed, barring her fangs she leapt at Willow.

End Part Three