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A/N: Whee!!! People reviewed!!! I promise, the story will eventually develop. but thank you!!! (So I'm just a wee bit giddy.)
Part 2
A half broken armchair went flying across the crypt and into a wall. It was nighttime but he couldn't even go out and scare people because that damned slayer would probably stake him... Damn this life, er, unlife rather.
"Bollocks, bollocks, and more bollocks."
Spike was bored. Now that he had that bloody chip in his head he couldn't even have a good nights fun without having volts of electricity rack his brain. Even a few harmless thoughts couldn't be enjoyed without doubling over in blinding pain. So now, he was reduced to watching soap operas and throwing old furniture around. He'd thought about cutting the damned thing out himself but the lack of reflection in the mirror made it a little tricky.
"Oh well, no point in staying in this dump."
He thought looking around his quote unquote home.
"But what to do, what to do. Passions won't be on until tomorrow."
Knock, knock.
"Oh who is it now?!"
"Umm. It's me Willow? You know. In case you wanted a taste of human blood every now and then?"
(I wonder if she'll let me bite her. Nah. Probably some twisted little joke. Just because this fucking chip is in my head doesn't mean I'm a little plaything for your enjoyment you sick fuck. Though Friday was rather nice. Willow in that lovely little outfit. Emphasis on little. Might as well let her in and find out.)
"Were you planning on leaving me out there all night?" She didn't know why she was there, she felt sorry for Spike. Now she was beginning to feel sorry for herself. After last Friday, Spike kept staring as he were waiting for the right moment to take her and have his way with her. (Not that that would be a bad idea. Stop it Willow!)
"It's not like you need an invitation or anything. Planning on letting me have a taste of that magical blood of yours?"
"I was being polite. Go to hell Spike."
"OK, going from 'I'm being polite' to 'Go to hell.' Bit hypocritical aren't we?"
"I just came because there was just a lot of blood from the blood drive, and I figured, 'what's one missing pouch?' and decided to give it to you. If you don't want it though."
"Now Red, I'm deeply touched. Thinking of little old me. As for goin' to hell, why bother when I've got lovely Sunny D? "
(My god,) thought Spike, (she's got a great ass. ) With that he turned his head slightly to gain a better view. She was wearing her Willow trademark baggy pants. Still, as hot as she was, he would have preferred to see her in that gorgeous skirt and those hot little pumps. And unless he was mistaken, he could smell blood. How cruel, to smell such sweet, rich blood and know full well he couldn't have a ruddy drop. Poor little chit doesn't even know it either. (Damn it. )
"Oh, and Spike, I warmed up the blood so drink it quickly, I mean, unless you have a microwave hidden around here- were you just staring at my ass?" As she turned around she saw that the chipped vampire had his head at her waist level. If it hadn't been for his vampiric reflexes he probably would have toppled over on himself. Very not-Spike.
"What the hell you talking about Red? You sound surprised." He said as he managed to say and raise his eyebrows a few times suggestively. Still, as he tried to stand upright his eyes froze just below her neckline. "You should've worn the outfit you wore last Friday. A much better show than this."
"Spike! You pig! And that was just a bet, Buffy has a sick sense of revenge.'" She saw where his eyes fell and immediately covered her chest with her arms.
"Eh. I've been called worse things. Oh c'mon Red! Not even a li'l look see? I mean you practically plastered yourself onto me and was licking everything and being all sorts of naughty." Spike had regained his overbearing confidence and smirked at her.
(Why the hell is Spike looking at me like that? It's nice someone looked at me for a change. It's not stinking fair, Buffy got all the guys.) Granted she couldn't think of one relationship Buffy was in that was "successful" but still... Willow thought (Wonder what he'd look like shirtless. No! Bad Willow, no! You will not think of Spike like that. Not a bad mental image though. OK, hello! What ever happened to being sane and not going for vampires? I will NOT pull a Buffy and sleep with a vampire. Ok, how do I manage to go from 'Spike's hot' to 'I won't screw Spike?')
(Wonder why Red's squirming like that. It'd be great to see her squirming under me. Spike! You will not fall for some mousy slayerette!)
"Well, I'll see you later Spike. And in the mean time take a cold shower!" (Oh my goddess I can't believe I told him that. Ok running out now. Gotta leave before the color of face matches my hair.)
"Only if you're there Red." (Christ no. ) Spike looked down to check just incase his speculations of Red had caused any actions down south. (Thank god nothing happened. I've gotta get out of here. Willy's will be good. Cor, what kind of self-respecting pub names themselves "Willy's" is beyond me. But before that one quick stop in the shadow of Willow, can't let anything happen to her. Since when did I care so much 'bout the Slayer's best friend? Oh well. good excuse to stare at her ass without her knowing.)
As Willow was walking through the cemetery she though to herself, (Oh goddess. Shirtless Spike?! What the hell was I thinking? But his icy blue eyes. that slender body.Probably has a nice cool six pack. Probably not a bad package either. Bad, bad, bad, Willow! Wait what was that? ) Even as she fantasized about a half naked Spike she heard twigs snapping behind her.
(Ugh. Dammit. I'm not even drunk and people can hear me. Crap. Time to drop the protective vamp bit and head straight for a pub. From being the big bad to stalking the slayer's best friend. Yep, all he needed now was some hair gel, peachy little skulk, and a cave man brow and he'd be the stupid poofter.)
Get a hold of yourself Rosenberg. Your losin' it. Speaking of losing it. Wonder Spike's like after losing his pants. Ah!!! Willow, Stop!
She decided to just to Xander's and see if he was up for a movie.
"I should get the Rocky Horror Picture Show and watch that with Xander. Yeah that's pretty safe. No more mentally stripping Spike."
Even as Spike was making his getaway he heard Willow talking to herself. (Was she really talking about mentally stripping me? Well, I guess I've got a bigger chance than I thought.)
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Again, when Willow waved to Daniel, he pretended that he couldn't see her. Stupid guy. Every time Willow approached him, he'd run off in the opposite direction as if his life depended on it. Did she always drive guys away? Oh well. Nice thought though, that a hot guy would want her.
To lighten her mood and so she wouldn't bother anyone with her sullenness Willow concocted a potion that was supposed to act as an emotional booster. Yup, this should have picked up her broken bits of pride and dignity off the floor and attempt to put them back together with happiness for glue.
(This should go off without a hitch.) Willow thought to herself. Then she heard a nasty little voice go off in her head.
(But still, this is Willow here. Stages of emotional distress and complicated spells are always ensued by mayhem of sorts.)
(Shoo! Go away you pesky self-consciousness! How can this possibly go wrong? It's just an itty-bitty potion. )
(Suit yourself.)
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(Ok Willow, you can do this. you've done this before. You can go over there and just hand Spike his blood and immediately run out! But the cramps! Ya should've just bought another bottle last month. You should just stay at home with your new friend Mr. Hot Water Bottle. It's not fair, why am I making excuses to see Spike? I just hope that stupid potion won't go all kooky. I feel ok.)
"Hey Wills!" Xander said and he could have sworn that Willow jumped nearly a foot off the ground.
"Hey Xander!" Was all Willow to manage from her position of being crumpled on the ground. Jumping into the air while experiencing severe cramps weren't something that should be done, even with adult supervision.
"You ok? Have you been taking those caffeine pills again? You know how jumpy you can get."
"Nope! I'm fine. Hey Xander, could ya do me a favor and give Spike this packet of blood today? I don't think I can."
"You're gettin' sick of Captain Peroxide too eh? I do not see why you're this nice to the guy. I mean he did and still does probably plan on killing us all one day. So yeah, mutual feelings here Wills. But for the sake of my Willow I'll sacrifice-"
"No, it's not that it's just. It's kinda... You know. cramps. bad moods. Need I go into further detail?"
"Ok, over share there Wills. I'll go. Bye Willow! I. um. hope you feel better.!
"Sure Xander, thanks!"
(Ok, Xan, you can do this.) Xander was contemplating whether or not going to Spike's crypt would without the violent urge to stake the bleached menace. (After all it wasn't like Spike could defend himself. Thank god for the twisted minds of government geniuses.) he thought
"Anyone home?" Xander called into the empty crypt. "Spike~ come out, come out, wherever you are~ fine then. Starve to death."
"What the bloody hell are you doin' here whelp? I though Red was comin' by." If Xander had been paying a bit more attention he would have noticed how whiny Spike was, however all Xander wanted was to get out of this place and back to cartoons.
"Nope, Willow is experiencing. um. how do I put this lightly. ok, what she said was. oh yeah. chocolate. cramps. and then some other stuff. I think."
"What? Chocolate cramps? Has that witch gone insane? No lemme guess. Another one of her spells went wonky? Is the stupid chit covered in like chocolate or something because she tried to take a shortcut while baking?"
"Wha.?! Spike. you're like an overgrown two year old.She's having that time of the month thing goin' on." Xander was embarrassed that he was actually blushing at this.
"Bloody hell, what the hell are you goin' on about you stupid whelp?!" Spike was growing more and more irritated with the boy by the minute. It was bad enough that HE showed instead of Willow.
"How thick are you Spike? God! She's experiencing her menstrual cycle! Would ya like me to spell it out for you too?!"
"Oh. Well, why didn't ya just say so? No need to get all angry pet."
"Shut up Spike. And NEVER refer to me as you just said air quote 'Pet.'" Xander threw him the pouch and left the crypt muttering to himself how they should have taught health classes in the 1800s.
As Xander left all Spike could do was just start rolling around laughing. He finally figured out what Xander was talking about, and he enjoyed seeing the boy so angry... As for Willow, he knew she hadn't lied to Xander because he had smelled the blood yesterday. He chuckled a little more to himself.
(Must have quite an impression on the girl. Well after all I am the big bad.This merits writing in my journal.)
As Spike was writing of his past couple of days, he heard the soft footsteps outside of his crypt and he knew that it was probably Willow that had decided to come over. Right before she walked in, he carefully hid his journal in a dark corner of his crypt and kicked a few spider webs over it to assure its safety from anyone's wandering eyes. He didn't need her reading about his private life. People these days were violent enough as it was. Not that he thought that it was a bad thing but he didn't want to have Willow read of his sexual escapades with Dru and slayings of Slayers, after all, her best friend, Slutty, was a slayer herself. Then there were those pesky love poems and bits he'd written about her since Friday.
"Um. Hey Spike." Willow was mentally kicking herself for even being here but she was sure Xander would do something stupid. Yep, now only ten more times and she might believe that story.
"Hey there luv. Fancy a snog?" (OK, where the bloody hell did that come from? I wonder if vampires can stoned. There was that one time I bit a flower child at Woodstock and stared at my hand for hours.)
Spike was broken from his thoughts reverie when he heard Willow babbling. It was a shame she was in sweats just now. (What in the world was she taking out of that bag of hers?) He wondered.
"Ha ha Spike. I know I sent Xander over but I wasn't sure if he'd dump it outside or not. And since you have the bag of blood it looks like her didn't. Ok then I'll be going 'cause I did what I came to do. I came to check up on how Xander did. Bye Spike. Oh yeah, want this one too? I brought it in case Xander didn't give you the first one. But I guess I was just being stupid. Ok I'll being leaving you to you're lonesome." (Why is that I always babble when I'm nervous? Goddess, I said the same thing like five times just now.)
"Anytime luv. Anytime. Do you always babble so much? I mean that in the kindest way possible- " (I swear to god, one time. One bloody fucking time seeing this chit in a leather outfit and I'm just itching to get her into bed. Since when the hell am I nice? Especially to people I used to regard as happy meals with legs? Speaking of legs. this girls got killer legs. )
"Sorry, it's just, never mind. See ya around Spike." As Willow rushed out of the crypt in embarrassment, she forgot to notice that she left her bag there. It was curious that she didn't come back for it a while later. Not that Spike minded, the bag smelled of Willow and he took the time to give the bag a once over before attempting to give it back to her. Oh, he didn't take anything from the bag, nope; this bag was going to be given back to Willow with everything attached and intact. Not one thing missing. Now if Spike could say that to Willow with a straight face.
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It was nightfall the next day er, night and Willow was nowhere to be seen at Spike's crypt. And a certain vampire was running out of patience.
"Damn it where the bloody hell is that stupid witch?!" Spike was seething because it seemed now that he'd been forgotten and this vampire did not deal well with rejection.
(You know you could go over and give the bag back Spike.)
"I am not losing my mind. I am not losing my mind. I am not talking to myself."
(You are so. Just admit it you bleeding ponce.)
"I can't hear it. I can't hear it. I can't hear it. I can't hear it."
(You melodramatic idiot. You're not insane. Well, you sort of are. But not worth the institution space. Just go over there and hand over the bag and attempt to be humane about it.)
"Fine. Cor, if Dru were here right now."
(You know what you could do and maybe get on Red's good side? There was a bouquet of flowers near the headstone of the angel. You could take those with you. )
"And why, pray tell, would I do that?"
(You said so yourself the other day, 'they're beauty reminds you of Willow.')
"What the hell?! 'it's beauty reminds me of Willow?' Yep. you've got Witchy on the mind haven't you?"
"She did have a nice shaped arse and her looks weren't awful either. Her skin radiating warmth."
"Hey, since when did you become and out loud voice? I thought you were just in me head."
"Shut up Spike. Back to Willow-- "
"And next stop people: Pansyville! I believe you decided to get off here Spike. Or do you prefer being called William? William the Bloody Awful Poet?"
"Shut up! Might as well kill off a few demons. work out some issues that way."
"And now you've gone Freudian. great.god Spike. you're losin' it here. and over a mortal!"
"Oh shut the fuck up!" he yelled as the remainder of the broken armchair went flying into a wall.
"Spike? Are you talking to yourself? I mean if your busy I'll come back later. Seeing as you seem quite engaged in your own conversation." Willow had finally gotten the courage to go back and take her bag back from Spike but when she walked inside she heard voices in the crypt. Not wanting to disturb anything the vampire was doing she stood there and listened all the while chastising herself for eavesdropping. At first she thought that there was more than one person in the crypt but as she listened, both sides were from Spike. Spike was insane sort of. She wanted to be at home though because another cramp was searing through her insides. (Goddess, now he's going to hate me because I was listening. Who is he talking about anyways?)
"Bloody hell! How long have you been standin' there Red?" he'd almost fallen over in shock when he saw Willow there. Spike did well to cover the panic sweeping his entire body through sarcasm and him not being able to blush helped too, but nothing would help if she had heard him. What if she heard the whole thing? He could say that he was talking about Buffy, but he had distinctly said 'Witchy' Damn it. That was the last conversation he'd have with himself until he got locks for the bloody place.
"Well are you just gonna stand there like some idiot or was that your whole plan? To come over and bore me to a second death?"
"Would a little kindness be that beneath you? Wait. this is Spike. what the heck is Willow thinking? Spike being a decent person really would bring about the end of the earth." even Willow was shocked by her comeback. She'd never been known for her sarcasm, she was Willow after all. the person that still called people 'poopheads.'
"Congratulations Willow! A successful sarcastic comment! And tomorrow's lesson'll be cryptic messages with a dash of disdain! Tell me if we're moving too fast!" Beneath his snide remarks Spike was really intrigued. He knew that the girl had a tendency to repress the more passionate of her emotions but this was the first time it had actually come out, and he liked- no loved what he saw. He knew that by next week, hell, tomorrow his curiosity in her would turn into a full-blown lust for her is she kept this up. Of course this had nothing to do with the fact that he could yet again, smell blood and he had resist some serious issues to keep from vamping out. Even when they'd first met, she'd stood out past Zapper and Slutty. Buffy was just another Slayer and Xander was just the pathetic lackey. Willow, as much as she had seen and done, however, still managed to maintain her innocence. It was that very innocence most vampires lusted for. Also, she had power and passion that he could see just below the surface waiting to come up. He knew he was making her uncomfortable assessing her like she was a treat he couldn't have and he relished that as well.
"Spike. why are you staring at me like that?" Willow saw how Spike was staring her. Though it was nice to have someone want her for a change but she didn't like the way Spike was licking his chops like she was some doggy treat.
"Hm? Oh, nothing pet. Came back for your bag eh?"
"Yeah. You didn't do anything weird to it did you?" She was sick with worry yesterday when she forgot her bag. (So much for my plan of starting the conversation and subtly getting to the bag.)
"Aw, one brief shining moment of an interesting person and it's gone. You've gone and replaced that spitfire with that odd little hacker duck again. Poor Spike's got nuthin' to do now luv!" He decided to test how much the witch was interested and got up to light a cigarette all the while showing his arse off as much as humanly (well, demonly) possible.
(And now he's just plain teasing me!) Willow thought as she saw Spike deliberately shake his ass in front of her. (What the hell am I supposed to do? Well, I could just stare and enjoy the show but- No buts! You will NOT be turned on by the very guy who has repeatedly threatened to kill you and everyone you care for!)
Satisfied with the horrified yet mesmerized look Spike got from Willow, he left her hanging and whispered huskily into her ear.
"If your goin' for discreet, ya might wanna try a tad harder Red. Remember a vampire's sense of smell is one of the best there is." He finished by tapping his nose and licking his lips which only suggested what he could be thinking of.
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A/N: Whee!!! People reviewed!!! I promise, the story will eventually develop. but thank you!!! (So I'm just a wee bit giddy.)
Part 2
A half broken armchair went flying across the crypt and into a wall. It was nighttime but he couldn't even go out and scare people because that damned slayer would probably stake him... Damn this life, er, unlife rather.
"Bollocks, bollocks, and more bollocks."
Spike was bored. Now that he had that bloody chip in his head he couldn't even have a good nights fun without having volts of electricity rack his brain. Even a few harmless thoughts couldn't be enjoyed without doubling over in blinding pain. So now, he was reduced to watching soap operas and throwing old furniture around. He'd thought about cutting the damned thing out himself but the lack of reflection in the mirror made it a little tricky.
"Oh well, no point in staying in this dump."
He thought looking around his quote unquote home.
"But what to do, what to do. Passions won't be on until tomorrow."
Knock, knock.
"Oh who is it now?!"
"Umm. It's me Willow? You know. In case you wanted a taste of human blood every now and then?"
(I wonder if she'll let me bite her. Nah. Probably some twisted little joke. Just because this fucking chip is in my head doesn't mean I'm a little plaything for your enjoyment you sick fuck. Though Friday was rather nice. Willow in that lovely little outfit. Emphasis on little. Might as well let her in and find out.)
"Were you planning on leaving me out there all night?" She didn't know why she was there, she felt sorry for Spike. Now she was beginning to feel sorry for herself. After last Friday, Spike kept staring as he were waiting for the right moment to take her and have his way with her. (Not that that would be a bad idea. Stop it Willow!)
"It's not like you need an invitation or anything. Planning on letting me have a taste of that magical blood of yours?"
"I was being polite. Go to hell Spike."
"OK, going from 'I'm being polite' to 'Go to hell.' Bit hypocritical aren't we?"
"I just came because there was just a lot of blood from the blood drive, and I figured, 'what's one missing pouch?' and decided to give it to you. If you don't want it though."
"Now Red, I'm deeply touched. Thinking of little old me. As for goin' to hell, why bother when I've got lovely Sunny D? "
(My god,) thought Spike, (she's got a great ass. ) With that he turned his head slightly to gain a better view. She was wearing her Willow trademark baggy pants. Still, as hot as she was, he would have preferred to see her in that gorgeous skirt and those hot little pumps. And unless he was mistaken, he could smell blood. How cruel, to smell such sweet, rich blood and know full well he couldn't have a ruddy drop. Poor little chit doesn't even know it either. (Damn it. )
"Oh, and Spike, I warmed up the blood so drink it quickly, I mean, unless you have a microwave hidden around here- were you just staring at my ass?" As she turned around she saw that the chipped vampire had his head at her waist level. If it hadn't been for his vampiric reflexes he probably would have toppled over on himself. Very not-Spike.
"What the hell you talking about Red? You sound surprised." He said as he managed to say and raise his eyebrows a few times suggestively. Still, as he tried to stand upright his eyes froze just below her neckline. "You should've worn the outfit you wore last Friday. A much better show than this."
"Spike! You pig! And that was just a bet, Buffy has a sick sense of revenge.'" She saw where his eyes fell and immediately covered her chest with her arms.
"Eh. I've been called worse things. Oh c'mon Red! Not even a li'l look see? I mean you practically plastered yourself onto me and was licking everything and being all sorts of naughty." Spike had regained his overbearing confidence and smirked at her.
(Why the hell is Spike looking at me like that? It's nice someone looked at me for a change. It's not stinking fair, Buffy got all the guys.) Granted she couldn't think of one relationship Buffy was in that was "successful" but still... Willow thought (Wonder what he'd look like shirtless. No! Bad Willow, no! You will not think of Spike like that. Not a bad mental image though. OK, hello! What ever happened to being sane and not going for vampires? I will NOT pull a Buffy and sleep with a vampire. Ok, how do I manage to go from 'Spike's hot' to 'I won't screw Spike?')
(Wonder why Red's squirming like that. It'd be great to see her squirming under me. Spike! You will not fall for some mousy slayerette!)
"Well, I'll see you later Spike. And in the mean time take a cold shower!" (Oh my goddess I can't believe I told him that. Ok running out now. Gotta leave before the color of face matches my hair.)
"Only if you're there Red." (Christ no. ) Spike looked down to check just incase his speculations of Red had caused any actions down south. (Thank god nothing happened. I've gotta get out of here. Willy's will be good. Cor, what kind of self-respecting pub names themselves "Willy's" is beyond me. But before that one quick stop in the shadow of Willow, can't let anything happen to her. Since when did I care so much 'bout the Slayer's best friend? Oh well. good excuse to stare at her ass without her knowing.)
As Willow was walking through the cemetery she though to herself, (Oh goddess. Shirtless Spike?! What the hell was I thinking? But his icy blue eyes. that slender body.Probably has a nice cool six pack. Probably not a bad package either. Bad, bad, bad, Willow! Wait what was that? ) Even as she fantasized about a half naked Spike she heard twigs snapping behind her.
(Ugh. Dammit. I'm not even drunk and people can hear me. Crap. Time to drop the protective vamp bit and head straight for a pub. From being the big bad to stalking the slayer's best friend. Yep, all he needed now was some hair gel, peachy little skulk, and a cave man brow and he'd be the stupid poofter.)
Get a hold of yourself Rosenberg. Your losin' it. Speaking of losing it. Wonder Spike's like after losing his pants. Ah!!! Willow, Stop!
She decided to just to Xander's and see if he was up for a movie.
"I should get the Rocky Horror Picture Show and watch that with Xander. Yeah that's pretty safe. No more mentally stripping Spike."
Even as Spike was making his getaway he heard Willow talking to herself. (Was she really talking about mentally stripping me? Well, I guess I've got a bigger chance than I thought.)
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Again, when Willow waved to Daniel, he pretended that he couldn't see her. Stupid guy. Every time Willow approached him, he'd run off in the opposite direction as if his life depended on it. Did she always drive guys away? Oh well. Nice thought though, that a hot guy would want her.
To lighten her mood and so she wouldn't bother anyone with her sullenness Willow concocted a potion that was supposed to act as an emotional booster. Yup, this should have picked up her broken bits of pride and dignity off the floor and attempt to put them back together with happiness for glue.
(This should go off without a hitch.) Willow thought to herself. Then she heard a nasty little voice go off in her head.
(But still, this is Willow here. Stages of emotional distress and complicated spells are always ensued by mayhem of sorts.)
(Shoo! Go away you pesky self-consciousness! How can this possibly go wrong? It's just an itty-bitty potion. )
(Suit yourself.)
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(Ok Willow, you can do this. you've done this before. You can go over there and just hand Spike his blood and immediately run out! But the cramps! Ya should've just bought another bottle last month. You should just stay at home with your new friend Mr. Hot Water Bottle. It's not fair, why am I making excuses to see Spike? I just hope that stupid potion won't go all kooky. I feel ok.)
"Hey Wills!" Xander said and he could have sworn that Willow jumped nearly a foot off the ground.
"Hey Xander!" Was all Willow to manage from her position of being crumpled on the ground. Jumping into the air while experiencing severe cramps weren't something that should be done, even with adult supervision.
"You ok? Have you been taking those caffeine pills again? You know how jumpy you can get."
"Nope! I'm fine. Hey Xander, could ya do me a favor and give Spike this packet of blood today? I don't think I can."
"You're gettin' sick of Captain Peroxide too eh? I do not see why you're this nice to the guy. I mean he did and still does probably plan on killing us all one day. So yeah, mutual feelings here Wills. But for the sake of my Willow I'll sacrifice-"
"No, it's not that it's just. It's kinda... You know. cramps. bad moods. Need I go into further detail?"
"Ok, over share there Wills. I'll go. Bye Willow! I. um. hope you feel better.!
"Sure Xander, thanks!"
(Ok, Xan, you can do this.) Xander was contemplating whether or not going to Spike's crypt would without the violent urge to stake the bleached menace. (After all it wasn't like Spike could defend himself. Thank god for the twisted minds of government geniuses.) he thought
"Anyone home?" Xander called into the empty crypt. "Spike~ come out, come out, wherever you are~ fine then. Starve to death."
"What the bloody hell are you doin' here whelp? I though Red was comin' by." If Xander had been paying a bit more attention he would have noticed how whiny Spike was, however all Xander wanted was to get out of this place and back to cartoons.
"Nope, Willow is experiencing. um. how do I put this lightly. ok, what she said was. oh yeah. chocolate. cramps. and then some other stuff. I think."
"What? Chocolate cramps? Has that witch gone insane? No lemme guess. Another one of her spells went wonky? Is the stupid chit covered in like chocolate or something because she tried to take a shortcut while baking?"
"Wha.?! Spike. you're like an overgrown two year old.She's having that time of the month thing goin' on." Xander was embarrassed that he was actually blushing at this.
"Bloody hell, what the hell are you goin' on about you stupid whelp?!" Spike was growing more and more irritated with the boy by the minute. It was bad enough that HE showed instead of Willow.
"How thick are you Spike? God! She's experiencing her menstrual cycle! Would ya like me to spell it out for you too?!"
"Oh. Well, why didn't ya just say so? No need to get all angry pet."
"Shut up Spike. And NEVER refer to me as you just said air quote 'Pet.'" Xander threw him the pouch and left the crypt muttering to himself how they should have taught health classes in the 1800s.
As Xander left all Spike could do was just start rolling around laughing. He finally figured out what Xander was talking about, and he enjoyed seeing the boy so angry... As for Willow, he knew she hadn't lied to Xander because he had smelled the blood yesterday. He chuckled a little more to himself.
(Must have quite an impression on the girl. Well after all I am the big bad.This merits writing in my journal.)
As Spike was writing of his past couple of days, he heard the soft footsteps outside of his crypt and he knew that it was probably Willow that had decided to come over. Right before she walked in, he carefully hid his journal in a dark corner of his crypt and kicked a few spider webs over it to assure its safety from anyone's wandering eyes. He didn't need her reading about his private life. People these days were violent enough as it was. Not that he thought that it was a bad thing but he didn't want to have Willow read of his sexual escapades with Dru and slayings of Slayers, after all, her best friend, Slutty, was a slayer herself. Then there were those pesky love poems and bits he'd written about her since Friday.
"Um. Hey Spike." Willow was mentally kicking herself for even being here but she was sure Xander would do something stupid. Yep, now only ten more times and she might believe that story.
"Hey there luv. Fancy a snog?" (OK, where the bloody hell did that come from? I wonder if vampires can stoned. There was that one time I bit a flower child at Woodstock and stared at my hand for hours.)
Spike was broken from his thoughts reverie when he heard Willow babbling. It was a shame she was in sweats just now. (What in the world was she taking out of that bag of hers?) He wondered.
"Ha ha Spike. I know I sent Xander over but I wasn't sure if he'd dump it outside or not. And since you have the bag of blood it looks like her didn't. Ok then I'll be going 'cause I did what I came to do. I came to check up on how Xander did. Bye Spike. Oh yeah, want this one too? I brought it in case Xander didn't give you the first one. But I guess I was just being stupid. Ok I'll being leaving you to you're lonesome." (Why is that I always babble when I'm nervous? Goddess, I said the same thing like five times just now.)
"Anytime luv. Anytime. Do you always babble so much? I mean that in the kindest way possible- " (I swear to god, one time. One bloody fucking time seeing this chit in a leather outfit and I'm just itching to get her into bed. Since when the hell am I nice? Especially to people I used to regard as happy meals with legs? Speaking of legs. this girls got killer legs. )
"Sorry, it's just, never mind. See ya around Spike." As Willow rushed out of the crypt in embarrassment, she forgot to notice that she left her bag there. It was curious that she didn't come back for it a while later. Not that Spike minded, the bag smelled of Willow and he took the time to give the bag a once over before attempting to give it back to her. Oh, he didn't take anything from the bag, nope; this bag was going to be given back to Willow with everything attached and intact. Not one thing missing. Now if Spike could say that to Willow with a straight face.
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It was nightfall the next day er, night and Willow was nowhere to be seen at Spike's crypt. And a certain vampire was running out of patience.
"Damn it where the bloody hell is that stupid witch?!" Spike was seething because it seemed now that he'd been forgotten and this vampire did not deal well with rejection.
(You know you could go over and give the bag back Spike.)
"I am not losing my mind. I am not losing my mind. I am not talking to myself."
(You are so. Just admit it you bleeding ponce.)
"I can't hear it. I can't hear it. I can't hear it. I can't hear it."
(You melodramatic idiot. You're not insane. Well, you sort of are. But not worth the institution space. Just go over there and hand over the bag and attempt to be humane about it.)
"Fine. Cor, if Dru were here right now."
(You know what you could do and maybe get on Red's good side? There was a bouquet of flowers near the headstone of the angel. You could take those with you. )
"And why, pray tell, would I do that?"
(You said so yourself the other day, 'they're beauty reminds you of Willow.')
"What the hell?! 'it's beauty reminds me of Willow?' Yep. you've got Witchy on the mind haven't you?"
"She did have a nice shaped arse and her looks weren't awful either. Her skin radiating warmth."
"Hey, since when did you become and out loud voice? I thought you were just in me head."
"Shut up Spike. Back to Willow-- "
"And next stop people: Pansyville! I believe you decided to get off here Spike. Or do you prefer being called William? William the Bloody Awful Poet?"
"Shut up! Might as well kill off a few demons. work out some issues that way."
"And now you've gone Freudian. great.god Spike. you're losin' it here. and over a mortal!"
"Oh shut the fuck up!" he yelled as the remainder of the broken armchair went flying into a wall.
"Spike? Are you talking to yourself? I mean if your busy I'll come back later. Seeing as you seem quite engaged in your own conversation." Willow had finally gotten the courage to go back and take her bag back from Spike but when she walked inside she heard voices in the crypt. Not wanting to disturb anything the vampire was doing she stood there and listened all the while chastising herself for eavesdropping. At first she thought that there was more than one person in the crypt but as she listened, both sides were from Spike. Spike was insane sort of. She wanted to be at home though because another cramp was searing through her insides. (Goddess, now he's going to hate me because I was listening. Who is he talking about anyways?)
"Bloody hell! How long have you been standin' there Red?" he'd almost fallen over in shock when he saw Willow there. Spike did well to cover the panic sweeping his entire body through sarcasm and him not being able to blush helped too, but nothing would help if she had heard him. What if she heard the whole thing? He could say that he was talking about Buffy, but he had distinctly said 'Witchy' Damn it. That was the last conversation he'd have with himself until he got locks for the bloody place.
"Well are you just gonna stand there like some idiot or was that your whole plan? To come over and bore me to a second death?"
"Would a little kindness be that beneath you? Wait. this is Spike. what the heck is Willow thinking? Spike being a decent person really would bring about the end of the earth." even Willow was shocked by her comeback. She'd never been known for her sarcasm, she was Willow after all. the person that still called people 'poopheads.'
"Congratulations Willow! A successful sarcastic comment! And tomorrow's lesson'll be cryptic messages with a dash of disdain! Tell me if we're moving too fast!" Beneath his snide remarks Spike was really intrigued. He knew that the girl had a tendency to repress the more passionate of her emotions but this was the first time it had actually come out, and he liked- no loved what he saw. He knew that by next week, hell, tomorrow his curiosity in her would turn into a full-blown lust for her is she kept this up. Of course this had nothing to do with the fact that he could yet again, smell blood and he had resist some serious issues to keep from vamping out. Even when they'd first met, she'd stood out past Zapper and Slutty. Buffy was just another Slayer and Xander was just the pathetic lackey. Willow, as much as she had seen and done, however, still managed to maintain her innocence. It was that very innocence most vampires lusted for. Also, she had power and passion that he could see just below the surface waiting to come up. He knew he was making her uncomfortable assessing her like she was a treat he couldn't have and he relished that as well.
"Spike. why are you staring at me like that?" Willow saw how Spike was staring her. Though it was nice to have someone want her for a change but she didn't like the way Spike was licking his chops like she was some doggy treat.
"Hm? Oh, nothing pet. Came back for your bag eh?"
"Yeah. You didn't do anything weird to it did you?" She was sick with worry yesterday when she forgot her bag. (So much for my plan of starting the conversation and subtly getting to the bag.)
"Aw, one brief shining moment of an interesting person and it's gone. You've gone and replaced that spitfire with that odd little hacker duck again. Poor Spike's got nuthin' to do now luv!" He decided to test how much the witch was interested and got up to light a cigarette all the while showing his arse off as much as humanly (well, demonly) possible.
(And now he's just plain teasing me!) Willow thought as she saw Spike deliberately shake his ass in front of her. (What the hell am I supposed to do? Well, I could just stare and enjoy the show but- No buts! You will NOT be turned on by the very guy who has repeatedly threatened to kill you and everyone you care for!)
Satisfied with the horrified yet mesmerized look Spike got from Willow, he left her hanging and whispered huskily into her ear.
"If your goin' for discreet, ya might wanna try a tad harder Red. Remember a vampire's sense of smell is one of the best there is." He finished by tapping his nose and licking his lips which only suggested what he could be thinking of.
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