Chapter Two

"If she's dead I-"

"She's not dead you moron."

"Or undead –"

"She's not a vampire, yet." Willow felt cold hands beneath her shoulders and her head lolled back slightly, "see? She's breathing and she has a pulse. For now." Willow tried to move, to shake her head or to make some sort of protest, but her body felt as if it was made of stone and all she could do was lie there.

"I'll kill you!"

"I wouldn't make threats if I were you, you couldn't protect your little redhead in the classroom after all." The hands gently lowered her back down and Willow felt strong fingers wind themselves in her hair. Desperately she tried to remember what had happened; where was she? Who was she with? And why did her neck hurt so much?

"Buffy will find us. She'll kill you."

"I don't intend on hanging around long enough for Buffy to find me. I've got a trip to Brazil," the cold voice was slightly slurred and Willow suddenly remembered what had happened. Spike wanted her to do a spell, but in the end he'd bitten her. So why was she still alive? "And when she finds you...I doubt she'll even recognise you." The voice thickened and Willow knew Spike's handsome face had transformed into his demonic one.

"Don't," she whispered weakly, her mouth felt dry and full of stones. She tried to sit up but her stomach rolled in protest and waves of dizziness washed over her. Spike placed a hand on her shoulder firmly pinning her down. When she managed to force her eyes open she found Spike staring down at her, his face was still transformed into the hideous demon but his golden eyes stared at her curiously. Fighting back a scream Willow forced herself to timidly look him in the eyes. "Please just let us go, we won't tell Buffy you're here."

"Sorry love, but I have plans for you." Willow's eyes flicked over to Xander who was sitting with his back against one of the bed posts, his arms behind his back. He was glaring at Spike with loathing and fury.

"I'll do the spell," she whispered thickly, "I said I would b – but..."

"You wanted to do the spell on your terms." Spike's face relaxed and he trailed his fingers along her jawline and down to her throat where he left them resting lightly against her jugular. Their eyes locked and Willow felt terror rise up in her as she noted the look of lust in his eyes. Carefully Spike lifted her up and rested her chin on his shoulder; she could see Xander behind him watching them closely. Spike pushed back her hair from her ear and kissed it tenderly. "It's been centuries since I tasted the blood of an innocent," he whispered and Willow felt her cheeks burn with humiliation at his hidden meaning. "You and I are going to travel to Brazil together; you'll help me win Dru back. And if not...well at least I'll have a new companion." Tears cascaded down Willow's cheeks and she shook her head.

"No," she looked at Xander who returned her look of desperation with one of confusion. "Please no, you'll really ruin my life just to get back at Drusilla?"

"I'm evil love, it's what I do." Spike pulled away from her ear and smirked at her.

"Please," Willow shook her head trying to stop the flow of tears. "I don't want to die, please...let me try the spell but please...not that." Spike released her and paced around the room eyeing the two teenagers hungrily, Willow pulled her knees to her chest and hugged herself tightly. Xander was still looking confused and he alternated between glancing at Willow and their captor.

"Trust me love, when it's done you'll thank me. You'll be powerful; your little abilities will grow tenfold." Suddenly he pounced on her gripping her wrists tightly as she futilely struggled to free herself from his grip. "You'll be strong." He laughed cruelly at her attempts to push him away.

"No!" Xander finally clicked on to what Spike was saying and he struggled against the bedpost but his hands were firmly tied with cord. Spike ignored him focusing his attention fully on Willow; he cupped the back of her head holding her in place as his mouth lowered onto hers. She could hear Xander's furious cries from behind Spike and she forced her eyes tightly shut to avoid the look of disgust on his face. Spike's right hand encased both of her slender ones preventing her from pushing him away, the hand at the back of her head relaxed slightly and gripped her in a more tender motion. Willow tried to remain unresponsive, but as Spike's tongue gently probed itself inside her mouth she felt herself automatically respond. She had only ever kissed Xander and Oz, she felt embarrassed and inexperienced as Spike's tongue sought out her own. She could feel her cheeks warm up, what was she supposed to do? Satisfied that he had her under his spell Spike gently released her hands and lowered Willow so she was lying back down on the bed, his lips never left hers as he straddled her and clasped her hands above her head. All the time Willow kept her eyes firmly shut, not wanting to see the look of lust and power in Spike's own dark eyes.

"Leave her alone!" Xander cried out hoarsely, only once she felt Spike's weight lift off her completely did Willow dare to open her eyes. He was looking down at her hungrily and she carefully sat up and hugged her knees to her chest once more. Tears shone in her eyes and she looked down at the grubby mattress unable to look at either Spike or Xander.

"At least let Xander go...you didn't want him in the first place, it's my fault he's here." She whispered, she could feel Spike's eyes burning into her and when she glanced up he nodded.

"The sun will be setting soon, as soon as it's down we leave." He slipped from the room leaving the two friends sitting in silence.

"I'm not leaving you with him Willow," Xander said darkly as she slid across the bed and inspected the cords that held his hands together.

"You have too," she pleaded with him, "how can I escape if you're with us? He'll use me to keep me in line." She didn't really believe she had a chance of escaping, but she had to try and convince herself she did. "Xander...he's going to make me a vampire," her hands trembled and tears flooded her eyes once more. "You have to warn Buffy! She can stop him..." Futilely she tugged at the cord trying to loosen it but Spike had used his vampire strength to knot it impossibly tight. She looked around for something to cut the bonds with and found shards from the glass bottle he'd threatened her with earlier. She hacked at the cord ignoring the glass biting into the palm of her hand and drawing blood. As soon as Xander's hands were free he wrapped his arms around Willow tightly, she returned the hug not noticing the blood from her hands smearing the back of his shirt. "Please don't let him make me a vampire." She whispered into his shoulder, "I can't become that...I don't want Buffy to have to drive a stake through my heart..." She burst into sobs and Xander stroked the back of her hair comfortingly.

"Come on," he pulled Willow to her feet and led her from the room. "Let's leave now, before he comes back." It was a useless escape but Willow didn't have the heart to point this out. Xander took her hand, a startled cry escaping him as he felt the slick blood between them. "Willow –"

"They'll be fine," she glanced down at her hands to see shards of glass glittering up at her. "We'll waste time if we look at them now." She winced as she clenched her fists, feeling the glass bite further into her palms. Xander wrapped an arm around her shoulders and propelled her forwards. The sky outside was rapidly darkening throwing shadows across the dank and already poorly lit corridors of the abandoned factory. "This way," she pointed to a corridor going left and the two teenagers broke into a run. They were so close to the battered doors that Willow held her palms out, expecting to feel the cool metal beneath her hands within seconds. Instead she was yanked back roughly by Xander as Spike appeared from nowhere blocking their path.

"I didn't think you would be this eager to leave love," he teased, "the suns not quite down yet." His nose lifted as he sniffed the air, like a cat sniffing for the source of food. Willow crossed her arms over her chest, firmly pressing her hands to her sides to try and stem the flow of blood which Spike was obviously smelling. Without a word to either of them he strode forwards, Xander tensed and moved into a defensive stance, but before he could react Spike whipped his right hand into the side of his neck sending the boy crumbling unconscious. Shrugging off his leather duster Spike ripped his red shirt off and tore it into strips.

"What are you doing?" Willow asked as he grabbed her arms and pulled her hands away from her sides.

"I took enough blood from you last time, anymore and you'll die." He answered stiffly as he wrapped the strips of shirt across her palms. "I ain' done with you yet love, not by a long while." When he looked up at her, his demon face was on and Willow cried out as he forced his mouth onto hers once more. His kiss this time was far from gentle, it was rough and painful, his fangs scraped along her tongue hard enough to draw pain but not enough to draw blood. Grabbing her by the scruff of her neck Spike forced her from the factory and back into the front seat of his car.

"What about Xander?" She asked fearing the worst for her friend.

"He'll come around in a few hours; I'm hardly going to drop him on the front step for your Slayer friend to find. By the time she finds out what happened to you we'll be far from this miserable state." Spike gripped her chin and smiled lustfully at her, "and you'll be mine."