Willow's Savior
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Joss Whedon does, the lucky guy.
Authors Note: Rated R for a few curse words and talk of sex. About the same as an episode but better safe then sorry. Takes place after Spike got the chip and there is no Tara.
Blood Transfusion
I saw a blonde splotch flash by from the corner of my vision as I curled up waiting for the killing blow to strike. It never came.
After a minute in a prone position on the floor over Spike with my eyes tightly clenched in fright I cautiously looked up after hearing the sounds of a fight. I saw Buffy beating the living snot out of the demon, while trying to use the blade to her advantage. Before long, the only thing left of the demon was a pile of green goop where it's head used to be. After I made sure the others were alright, Xander had already unchained a bruised Anya, and Giles was just starting to get to his feet, my attention focused once again on Spike.
If possible he looked even worse than before. His skin was the color of ash and he was lying in an ever expanding pool of his own blood.
"Giles." I exclaimed panicking, not wanting to touch him lest he turn to dust in my hands. Hearing my cry the others rushed to my side, looking at Spike in disbelief. "Help him."
"The wound is too deep for his natural healing abilities to work on their own." Giles explained, kneeling at Spike's side examining the wound. "He needs blood, and lots of it."
"The butcher." Xander exclaimed, already getting to his feet.
"No time." Giles responded grimly.
"Give me the axe, Buffy." I ordered, feeling strangely determined.
"Wills, you can't." Buffy begged.
"He needs blood now, or he'll die!" I screamed hysterically. "Give me the damn axe."
"I'm afraid that with the amount of blood Spike needs, he may have to drain you to heal." Giles announced.
"Well, we don't have any other options. We have no more time."
"Damn it!" Cursed Buffy, looking faint. "Go first Wills, as soon as you look like you'll pass out, I'll take over."
"Buffy!" I exclaimed. "I don't want you to get hurt too."
"If that's not enough we'll all chip in." Xander reassured me. "The blonde menace just better appreciate it."
I finally agreed looking at Anya and Giles' agreement, I just hoped that everyone made it out okay. Using the enchanted blade to carefully cut my wrist I placed the dripping wound on Spike's closed mouth. The blood just dribbled down his chin with no response from the injured vampire. Grabbing the back of Spike's head I ground his mouth into the wound harshly, ignoring the pain it caused me.
"Damn it, Spike!" I whimpered. "By the Goddess, please drink."
Slowly, so slowly in fact that I didn't notice it at first, Spike began to suckle at the wound. It was the single most erotic feeling of my life. I couldn't take too much of the pleasure/pain before my vision started to blur and I got light-headed. Just as I was about to loose consciousness, I was pulled away and I vaguely felt someone gently wrapping my wrist in cloth. They were saying something, but I couldn't understand due to the pounding in my ears. After a few seconds I closed my eyes and my world fell into darkness.
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Joss Whedon does, the lucky guy.
Authors Note: Rated R for a few curse words and talk of sex. About the same as an episode but better safe then sorry. Takes place after Spike got the chip and there is no Tara.
Blood Transfusion
I saw a blonde splotch flash by from the corner of my vision as I curled up waiting for the killing blow to strike. It never came.
After a minute in a prone position on the floor over Spike with my eyes tightly clenched in fright I cautiously looked up after hearing the sounds of a fight. I saw Buffy beating the living snot out of the demon, while trying to use the blade to her advantage. Before long, the only thing left of the demon was a pile of green goop where it's head used to be. After I made sure the others were alright, Xander had already unchained a bruised Anya, and Giles was just starting to get to his feet, my attention focused once again on Spike.
If possible he looked even worse than before. His skin was the color of ash and he was lying in an ever expanding pool of his own blood.
"Giles." I exclaimed panicking, not wanting to touch him lest he turn to dust in my hands. Hearing my cry the others rushed to my side, looking at Spike in disbelief. "Help him."
"The wound is too deep for his natural healing abilities to work on their own." Giles explained, kneeling at Spike's side examining the wound. "He needs blood, and lots of it."
"The butcher." Xander exclaimed, already getting to his feet.
"No time." Giles responded grimly.
"Give me the axe, Buffy." I ordered, feeling strangely determined.
"Wills, you can't." Buffy begged.
"He needs blood now, or he'll die!" I screamed hysterically. "Give me the damn axe."
"I'm afraid that with the amount of blood Spike needs, he may have to drain you to heal." Giles announced.
"Well, we don't have any other options. We have no more time."
"Damn it!" Cursed Buffy, looking faint. "Go first Wills, as soon as you look like you'll pass out, I'll take over."
"Buffy!" I exclaimed. "I don't want you to get hurt too."
"If that's not enough we'll all chip in." Xander reassured me. "The blonde menace just better appreciate it."
I finally agreed looking at Anya and Giles' agreement, I just hoped that everyone made it out okay. Using the enchanted blade to carefully cut my wrist I placed the dripping wound on Spike's closed mouth. The blood just dribbled down his chin with no response from the injured vampire. Grabbing the back of Spike's head I ground his mouth into the wound harshly, ignoring the pain it caused me.
"Damn it, Spike!" I whimpered. "By the Goddess, please drink."
Slowly, so slowly in fact that I didn't notice it at first, Spike began to suckle at the wound. It was the single most erotic feeling of my life. I couldn't take too much of the pleasure/pain before my vision started to blur and I got light-headed. Just as I was about to loose consciousness, I was pulled away and I vaguely felt someone gently wrapping my wrist in cloth. They were saying something, but I couldn't understand due to the pounding in my ears. After a few seconds I closed my eyes and my world fell into darkness.