Phase 20
He learned to fear the sound of her voice. It was the only stimulus besides pain that she allowed
him.
His underground cell was always pitch black and tomblike in its silence and she would come
from the shadows to torture him further. The vampiress' heartlessness knew no limits and the
extent of her creativity was impressive. William the Bloody would have bowed down to her
cruel streak as it exceeded his own during its heyday. As the recipient of her 'favors' he wasn't
inclined to bow down so much.
Spike tried to hold on. He kept his mind on the Slayer and her memory comforted him through
the worst of Willow's punishments. Buffy loved him and nothing could touch him, at least that
what he believed.
Willow went from holy water to fire and relished every minute of it. He suffered through her
attentions stoically although sometimes he could not stifle his cries of pain. His tormentor
cruelly laughed at his reactions which shamed him terribly as he'd never been the victim before.
She fed him very little so that he barely had energy to stand even if he could with the chains. His
face and body grew gaunt and deep shadows bordered his eyes so that they looked bruised. He
also slept constantly which was a blessing considering his situation. The image of his beloved
Slayer comforted him in dreams. Spike could taste her through the silvery tang of his own blood
and the familiar pounding of her heart calmed his fears however briefly, yet his dreams could not
protect him from the evil incarnate that was the former Willow Rosenberg.
The vampiress' actions were based on her constantly changing whims. Some days she wanted to
see him bleed and his body was lacerated by heated blades, other times she preferred the sound
of his bones cracking and the heavy steel tools got a workout.
But the very worst was when she used her magick...
Spike was in the near-catatonic state he went to escape from the aftermath of his torture
sessions. His blue eyes were hidden behind exhausted lids and he had stopped breathing in order
to keep his fractured ribs from jabbing into his lungs. He tried to recall his lover's touch but it
was proving to be more difficult with each passing day. A tiny part of him wondered if she had
forgotten him or thought that he wasn't worth risking her life for.
His internal reverie was broken by the sound of his cage door being opened. He responded by
shutting his eyes and turning his head towards the wall. He was still so tired from their last
"session"... Couldn't she spare him at least once?
The still unseen figure crouched before him and his sensitive nose caught a whiff of vanilla
musk. His eyes snapped open immediately.
It was HER....the same sweet, imperfect face and golden tresses. Her green eyes were full of
concern for the broken body before him. He wept in relief even as his cracked lips formed a
crooked smile.
"You...c...came" he managed to say.
She nodded and returned his smile. With her fingertips she lovingly traced the contours of his
face. Spike gave himself to the sensation knowing that he was safe. His angel had come to
deliver him from hell. He sighed in pleasure, it was over and he had survived.
The heavy chains that held him down prevented him from throwing himself at her. She made no
move to release him from his restraints but he didn't care as long as she was there.
"Buffy...I held on...for you. I knew that you wouldn't forget me just like I wouldn't forget you"
he whispered lovingly.
She answered his words with a searing but soft kiss. Spike responded in kind but was startled
when her teeth bit down on his tongue hard. Blood pooled inside his mouth instantly and he
pulled back.
The blond hair had become a richer red and the warmth in her eyes froze to black ice. The
smile had also taken a shadowed tilt.
His blue eyes darkened with hurt as he realized that he'd been taken. Hope had returned to his
heart and was summarily crushed by the vampiress' dark artifice. His frustration was great and
he wanted to cry but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
"Bitch" he murmured
He was rewarded with a hard slap across his bruised face.
"Don't ever call me that you worthless refuse. You are so blind in believing that she will come
for you. Don't you get that she was using you? You're nothing more than a pet-vamp and she
isn't gonna risk her hide to get you back"
Her words tore at his insides. If he had been strong he would not have paid any heed but it had
been weeks of pain and loneliness that resulted in a weakened body and spirit and it was the
beginning of doubt.
Willow did not stay long after that. She had accomplished what she had set to do and left the
barred enclosure knowing that she was close to breaking William the Bloody.
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Buffy Summers felt a sharp pain settle in her chest that robbed her of her breath and made her
lose her footing. The Watcher looked over he concernedly.
"Buffy?"
The Slayer shook her head and raised her hand to prevent him from coming closer. This
feeling...it wasn't physical...it went soul deep. Then she knew.
Spike
"Oh God...My God." her desperation was etched in her words.
Giles did not have to know the reason of her suffering to comfort her. His strong arms went
around her as she gave rein to her fear and her loss.
TBC
Author's note: Sorry that it took so long but I've been beyond busy. I will try (emphasis on try)
to update in a more timely manner but can't make any promises. Thank you for reviewing. I am
thrilled to have surpassed 50 reviews and because I am in the favorite author's list for 14
fanfiction.net readers (Yay). So keep the reviews coming and hopefully I will be able to break a
100 eventually.
He learned to fear the sound of her voice. It was the only stimulus besides pain that she allowed
him.
His underground cell was always pitch black and tomblike in its silence and she would come
from the shadows to torture him further. The vampiress' heartlessness knew no limits and the
extent of her creativity was impressive. William the Bloody would have bowed down to her
cruel streak as it exceeded his own during its heyday. As the recipient of her 'favors' he wasn't
inclined to bow down so much.
Spike tried to hold on. He kept his mind on the Slayer and her memory comforted him through
the worst of Willow's punishments. Buffy loved him and nothing could touch him, at least that
what he believed.
Willow went from holy water to fire and relished every minute of it. He suffered through her
attentions stoically although sometimes he could not stifle his cries of pain. His tormentor
cruelly laughed at his reactions which shamed him terribly as he'd never been the victim before.
She fed him very little so that he barely had energy to stand even if he could with the chains. His
face and body grew gaunt and deep shadows bordered his eyes so that they looked bruised. He
also slept constantly which was a blessing considering his situation. The image of his beloved
Slayer comforted him in dreams. Spike could taste her through the silvery tang of his own blood
and the familiar pounding of her heart calmed his fears however briefly, yet his dreams could not
protect him from the evil incarnate that was the former Willow Rosenberg.
The vampiress' actions were based on her constantly changing whims. Some days she wanted to
see him bleed and his body was lacerated by heated blades, other times she preferred the sound
of his bones cracking and the heavy steel tools got a workout.
But the very worst was when she used her magick...
Spike was in the near-catatonic state he went to escape from the aftermath of his torture
sessions. His blue eyes were hidden behind exhausted lids and he had stopped breathing in order
to keep his fractured ribs from jabbing into his lungs. He tried to recall his lover's touch but it
was proving to be more difficult with each passing day. A tiny part of him wondered if she had
forgotten him or thought that he wasn't worth risking her life for.
His internal reverie was broken by the sound of his cage door being opened. He responded by
shutting his eyes and turning his head towards the wall. He was still so tired from their last
"session"... Couldn't she spare him at least once?
The still unseen figure crouched before him and his sensitive nose caught a whiff of vanilla
musk. His eyes snapped open immediately.
It was HER....the same sweet, imperfect face and golden tresses. Her green eyes were full of
concern for the broken body before him. He wept in relief even as his cracked lips formed a
crooked smile.
"You...c...came" he managed to say.
She nodded and returned his smile. With her fingertips she lovingly traced the contours of his
face. Spike gave himself to the sensation knowing that he was safe. His angel had come to
deliver him from hell. He sighed in pleasure, it was over and he had survived.
The heavy chains that held him down prevented him from throwing himself at her. She made no
move to release him from his restraints but he didn't care as long as she was there.
"Buffy...I held on...for you. I knew that you wouldn't forget me just like I wouldn't forget you"
he whispered lovingly.
She answered his words with a searing but soft kiss. Spike responded in kind but was startled
when her teeth bit down on his tongue hard. Blood pooled inside his mouth instantly and he
pulled back.
The blond hair had become a richer red and the warmth in her eyes froze to black ice. The
smile had also taken a shadowed tilt.
His blue eyes darkened with hurt as he realized that he'd been taken. Hope had returned to his
heart and was summarily crushed by the vampiress' dark artifice. His frustration was great and
he wanted to cry but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
"Bitch" he murmured
He was rewarded with a hard slap across his bruised face.
"Don't ever call me that you worthless refuse. You are so blind in believing that she will come
for you. Don't you get that she was using you? You're nothing more than a pet-vamp and she
isn't gonna risk her hide to get you back"
Her words tore at his insides. If he had been strong he would not have paid any heed but it had
been weeks of pain and loneliness that resulted in a weakened body and spirit and it was the
beginning of doubt.
Willow did not stay long after that. She had accomplished what she had set to do and left the
barred enclosure knowing that she was close to breaking William the Bloody.
###################
Buffy Summers felt a sharp pain settle in her chest that robbed her of her breath and made her
lose her footing. The Watcher looked over he concernedly.
"Buffy?"
The Slayer shook her head and raised her hand to prevent him from coming closer. This
feeling...it wasn't physical...it went soul deep. Then she knew.
Spike
"Oh God...My God." her desperation was etched in her words.
Giles did not have to know the reason of her suffering to comfort her. His strong arms went
around her as she gave rein to her fear and her loss.
TBC
Author's note: Sorry that it took so long but I've been beyond busy. I will try (emphasis on try)
to update in a more timely manner but can't make any promises. Thank you for reviewing. I am
thrilled to have surpassed 50 reviews and because I am in the favorite author's list for 14
fanfiction.net readers (Yay). So keep the reviews coming and hopefully I will be able to break a
100 eventually.