Willow sat on her bed as she thought to herself. Thoughts about Spike were
the only thing on her mind. Her and Spike had been "dating" off and on for
about four months. Well, to her anyway. To others it would just be called
raw sex.
It all started after he tried to stake himself the fourth time. She told him that he was such a "big English vampire wannabe who could never rise up to his great grandsire, Angelus, and could never amount to anything" which really made him livid. But instead of ripping her heart out or slicing her neck, even though the pain could have killed him alone from the stupid chip, he kissed her. Hard and rough. There was no love or caring in the kiss, just need and hatred and torment. And ever since then, without any of the scoobies knowledge, she and Spike had been having a torrid affair. That was the only way she could describe it, since none of her past relationships ever consisted of such great passionate sex and just a great physical attraction. But to her this wasn't just sex anymore, he was slowly finding a way to her heart.
The phone rang bringing the pondering redhead out of her daze. She didn't feel like talking to anyone right now, so she decided to just let it ring. The answering machine will take care of the talking. She gasped as she heard who it was. "Baby," his voice was drunken and low, even though the background noise was loud and pungent, suggesting maybe Willie's or even the Bronze. She sat back against her headboard, paying attention to what he was saying. "I can't come over tonight. I'm going down to LA. Going to see a man about a curse." She heard a female giggle and a slap. She could tell it was a vampire slap since the sound of the hand hitting skin was so forceful and loud. She didn't hear him breakdown into pain because of it, nope just the woman who giggled. After that first kiss and the fucking that came afterwards, Willow did a spell that short-circuited the chip in his head. Which mean that he could hunt, kill, plot, torture, and do whatever vampires do without feeling as though his brain was being ripped in two. That was probably her undoing. "I'll talk to you later, pet," he finished and hung up. She just stared at the red light that was blinking and erased the message. No use keeping it. It would only air out her dirty laundry.
She could tell he was cheating on her, not that they were even in a relationship to cheat on, but it was still cheating. The red head knew that while she loved him, he was out fucking and draining. She didn't know how she knew, but she did. The only thing though was that she didn't have any evidence. He was always hiding things behind his eyes. Spike was never truthful with her. He'd push her away after he got what he wanted: release. He was sweet, though. He never hit her, never teased her. Only when she wanted it rough, he was.
The phone rang again. This time it seemed as though the stupid noise was mocking her. She picked up the phone. "WHAT?" she asked impatiently. "Willow?" came a very uptight voice that was laced with tweed and formality. She rolled her eyes. "Yes Giles?" she sighed. She was not in a good mood, to say the least. "Oh, yes, um, could you come by? We have a slight problem." "Sure. I'll be over in a little bit, okay?" "Yes, that would be, erm, wonderful."
She got dressed in jeans and a sweater, the only things that could cover up some of the bites and bruises. They were faded to a point, but she wanted to be careful. Willow Rosenberg was always careful. She smiled as she left her hair down. Spike always said she looked like a goddess wither her fiery hair down. She knew it wasn't true, but it was nice to know that he tried to compliment. Tried to care.
It all started after he tried to stake himself the fourth time. She told him that he was such a "big English vampire wannabe who could never rise up to his great grandsire, Angelus, and could never amount to anything" which really made him livid. But instead of ripping her heart out or slicing her neck, even though the pain could have killed him alone from the stupid chip, he kissed her. Hard and rough. There was no love or caring in the kiss, just need and hatred and torment. And ever since then, without any of the scoobies knowledge, she and Spike had been having a torrid affair. That was the only way she could describe it, since none of her past relationships ever consisted of such great passionate sex and just a great physical attraction. But to her this wasn't just sex anymore, he was slowly finding a way to her heart.
The phone rang bringing the pondering redhead out of her daze. She didn't feel like talking to anyone right now, so she decided to just let it ring. The answering machine will take care of the talking. She gasped as she heard who it was. "Baby," his voice was drunken and low, even though the background noise was loud and pungent, suggesting maybe Willie's or even the Bronze. She sat back against her headboard, paying attention to what he was saying. "I can't come over tonight. I'm going down to LA. Going to see a man about a curse." She heard a female giggle and a slap. She could tell it was a vampire slap since the sound of the hand hitting skin was so forceful and loud. She didn't hear him breakdown into pain because of it, nope just the woman who giggled. After that first kiss and the fucking that came afterwards, Willow did a spell that short-circuited the chip in his head. Which mean that he could hunt, kill, plot, torture, and do whatever vampires do without feeling as though his brain was being ripped in two. That was probably her undoing. "I'll talk to you later, pet," he finished and hung up. She just stared at the red light that was blinking and erased the message. No use keeping it. It would only air out her dirty laundry.
She could tell he was cheating on her, not that they were even in a relationship to cheat on, but it was still cheating. The red head knew that while she loved him, he was out fucking and draining. She didn't know how she knew, but she did. The only thing though was that she didn't have any evidence. He was always hiding things behind his eyes. Spike was never truthful with her. He'd push her away after he got what he wanted: release. He was sweet, though. He never hit her, never teased her. Only when she wanted it rough, he was.
The phone rang again. This time it seemed as though the stupid noise was mocking her. She picked up the phone. "WHAT?" she asked impatiently. "Willow?" came a very uptight voice that was laced with tweed and formality. She rolled her eyes. "Yes Giles?" she sighed. She was not in a good mood, to say the least. "Oh, yes, um, could you come by? We have a slight problem." "Sure. I'll be over in a little bit, okay?" "Yes, that would be, erm, wonderful."
She got dressed in jeans and a sweater, the only things that could cover up some of the bites and bruises. They were faded to a point, but she wanted to be careful. Willow Rosenberg was always careful. She smiled as she left her hair down. Spike always said she looked like a goddess wither her fiery hair down. She knew it wasn't true, but it was nice to know that he tried to compliment. Tried to care.