Phase 19
Sunnydale
The Slayer slowly regained consciousness amidst concerned looks and whispered worries. The
team had regrouped at the Watcher's home so she had been placed in Giles' spare bedroom.
Buffy was badly hurt as the vampire's bite had torn at her throat and she had bled profusely
until a healing paste was applied. She had lost a large quantity of blood and would be weak
until her Slayer restoration powers kicked in.
Giles was deeply worried. It had been a bad call and a foolhardy mistake to think that they could
go to the heart of Master's dominion and come back unharmed. Buffy was relatively untried,
having been a Slayer just over a year, and her pride had gotten in the way of her better
judgement. Maybe it was a necessary lesson for her to learn but it had come at a great price:
Spike had been left behind.
In a few short days, the Watcher had been made aware that Buffy and her vampire were strongly
bonded. He and the group had been made privy as to the "unusual" circumstances of their
relationship and they had disturbed him somewhat but it didn't change that Buffy and Spike
loved each other. This was going to hurt her and he had no idea just how she would react.
For the first time the Watcher was at loss for words.
The clear green eyes opened and the unfocused gaze combed over the group trying to find him.
Her search proved futile and she settled her questioning gaze on the Watcher. Giles shook his
head solemnly and realization washed over her. A thin cry emerged from her injured throat and
she turned her face away to hide the trickle of salt from the rest. She didn't want them to see
how much it was hurting her how much she couldn't breathe.
Sensing this, Nancy asked everyone to clear out. They did so more than a little relieved at
escaping the unfamiliar and uncomfortable situation. Only Nancy remained. Buffy turned
towards her and tried to speak but her vocal cords had been damaged. The girl knew what the
Slayer needed to hear.
"We'll get him back, you'll heal and then we'll get him back"
Buffy looked at her and nodded briefly. The tears stopped coursing her face. She would get him
back no matter what she had to do.
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She ran her fingers across the bare expanse of his chest which was narrow but well defined.
They continued up to a pale face that was all sharp planes and a slightly pouting mouth. Dark
lashes framed sky blue eyes. Willow, who hadn't seen daylight in over a year was fascinated by
the shade. The vampiress licked her crimson lips. He was beautiful and now he was all hers.
The chains had immobilized him in a corner of the cage and Willow was taking advantage of the
fact. Xander and the Master had turned the prisoner over to her "care. She had learnt that his
given name was William but that he was going by Spike which was very fitting. He was her pet
and even wore her collar around his thin neck.
"Now puppy, Willow's gonna make you bark" she promised in a honeyed tone, Spike closed his
eyes and set about to endure what was coming.
The onyx perfumed bottle held about three ounces of holy water that Willow kept around to
punish subordinates when they needed it. The crystal stopper was pointed and grooved to hold
as much of the liquid as possible. Willow loved it because it gave her the ability to sear intricate
designs into her victim as they writhed about in pain.
Spike gritted his teeth as she straddled him roughly and balanced her weight on his lower torso.
With expert eyes she accessed the canvas of his chest and slowly drenched the stopper. Spike
held his breath.
She let a single drop fall from the stopper to his sizzle in his chest. The vampire's muscles
clenched at the small preview of what was to come. Willow laughed at his reaction, she liked
the ones that knew how to express their pain. It wasn't fun if they were all stoic about it.
Briefly she wondered what he would do if she just were to tip the entire bottle.
With an almost nonchalant flick of the wrist, she did just that. His screams were very rewarding
and he bucked about trying to dislodge her but the restraints allowed him only the slightest
movement. The smell of burning flesh assailed her sensitive nose as his skin became a puckered
and reddened mass.
"Tell me, does the Slayer make you burn like I do?" the vampiress teased
Spike grumbled deep in his throat at the demon's mention of his love. Willow retaliated by
digging her nails into his wound causing his screams to intensify. She threw her head back in
glee and rode the waves of his pain.
"Ooh puppy, I love the sound of your cries!"
Eventually the screams receded into a few breathless sobs. Spike had unwillingly released a few
tears. Willow caught the salty drops with her mouth, reveling at the taste of his agony.
Disgusted, Spike tried to turn his face away only to incur a vicious slap.
"You will learn never to turn away from me. I want to see your pain, your misery, your tears"
she said harshly.
Spike could only look on, horrified.
TBC.
Sorry for the short chapter but I was very busy this weekend. Will try to update soon.
Sunnydale
The Slayer slowly regained consciousness amidst concerned looks and whispered worries. The
team had regrouped at the Watcher's home so she had been placed in Giles' spare bedroom.
Buffy was badly hurt as the vampire's bite had torn at her throat and she had bled profusely
until a healing paste was applied. She had lost a large quantity of blood and would be weak
until her Slayer restoration powers kicked in.
Giles was deeply worried. It had been a bad call and a foolhardy mistake to think that they could
go to the heart of Master's dominion and come back unharmed. Buffy was relatively untried,
having been a Slayer just over a year, and her pride had gotten in the way of her better
judgement. Maybe it was a necessary lesson for her to learn but it had come at a great price:
Spike had been left behind.
In a few short days, the Watcher had been made aware that Buffy and her vampire were strongly
bonded. He and the group had been made privy as to the "unusual" circumstances of their
relationship and they had disturbed him somewhat but it didn't change that Buffy and Spike
loved each other. This was going to hurt her and he had no idea just how she would react.
For the first time the Watcher was at loss for words.
The clear green eyes opened and the unfocused gaze combed over the group trying to find him.
Her search proved futile and she settled her questioning gaze on the Watcher. Giles shook his
head solemnly and realization washed over her. A thin cry emerged from her injured throat and
she turned her face away to hide the trickle of salt from the rest. She didn't want them to see
how much it was hurting her how much she couldn't breathe.
Sensing this, Nancy asked everyone to clear out. They did so more than a little relieved at
escaping the unfamiliar and uncomfortable situation. Only Nancy remained. Buffy turned
towards her and tried to speak but her vocal cords had been damaged. The girl knew what the
Slayer needed to hear.
"We'll get him back, you'll heal and then we'll get him back"
Buffy looked at her and nodded briefly. The tears stopped coursing her face. She would get him
back no matter what she had to do.
########################
She ran her fingers across the bare expanse of his chest which was narrow but well defined.
They continued up to a pale face that was all sharp planes and a slightly pouting mouth. Dark
lashes framed sky blue eyes. Willow, who hadn't seen daylight in over a year was fascinated by
the shade. The vampiress licked her crimson lips. He was beautiful and now he was all hers.
The chains had immobilized him in a corner of the cage and Willow was taking advantage of the
fact. Xander and the Master had turned the prisoner over to her "care. She had learnt that his
given name was William but that he was going by Spike which was very fitting. He was her pet
and even wore her collar around his thin neck.
"Now puppy, Willow's gonna make you bark" she promised in a honeyed tone, Spike closed his
eyes and set about to endure what was coming.
The onyx perfumed bottle held about three ounces of holy water that Willow kept around to
punish subordinates when they needed it. The crystal stopper was pointed and grooved to hold
as much of the liquid as possible. Willow loved it because it gave her the ability to sear intricate
designs into her victim as they writhed about in pain.
Spike gritted his teeth as she straddled him roughly and balanced her weight on his lower torso.
With expert eyes she accessed the canvas of his chest and slowly drenched the stopper. Spike
held his breath.
She let a single drop fall from the stopper to his sizzle in his chest. The vampire's muscles
clenched at the small preview of what was to come. Willow laughed at his reaction, she liked
the ones that knew how to express their pain. It wasn't fun if they were all stoic about it.
Briefly she wondered what he would do if she just were to tip the entire bottle.
With an almost nonchalant flick of the wrist, she did just that. His screams were very rewarding
and he bucked about trying to dislodge her but the restraints allowed him only the slightest
movement. The smell of burning flesh assailed her sensitive nose as his skin became a puckered
and reddened mass.
"Tell me, does the Slayer make you burn like I do?" the vampiress teased
Spike grumbled deep in his throat at the demon's mention of his love. Willow retaliated by
digging her nails into his wound causing his screams to intensify. She threw her head back in
glee and rode the waves of his pain.
"Ooh puppy, I love the sound of your cries!"
Eventually the screams receded into a few breathless sobs. Spike had unwillingly released a few
tears. Willow caught the salty drops with her mouth, reveling at the taste of his agony.
Disgusted, Spike tried to turn his face away only to incur a vicious slap.
"You will learn never to turn away from me. I want to see your pain, your misery, your tears"
she said harshly.
Spike could only look on, horrified.
TBC.
Sorry for the short chapter but I was very busy this weekend. Will try to update soon.