Chapter Three
Although seemingly sober Spike still drove with his foot on the accelerator pedal pressed firmly against the floor of the car. "Spike please," Willow begged hoarsely, "slow down!" It was their second night on the road to Brazil, Sunnydale was a distant memory and Willow's body was exhausted from the lack of food and sleep. Shortly before sunrise that morning Spike had checked them into a dingy motel where he'd promptly locked the door and tied her to the bed. Willow, who'd been expecting the worst at that point, was relieved when Spike had simply fallen asleep with his head in her lap. But her arms pinioned above her head had been painfully uncomfortable for Willow, and every time she had been about to nod off her head would droop sending a searing pain through her shoulders. Mercifully Spike eased up on the accelerator a bit, although he was still breaking the speed limit by about thirty miles per hour. Willow looked down at her hands, she was sure there were still bits of glass embedded in her skin but she'd been unable to check since Spike had bandaged them up.
"I'll take a proper look at them when we stop next," Spike promised her but Willow shrugged. She was growing used to the sharp twinges now. "Being a vampire isn't as bad as you think," Spike reached over and squeezed her leg, "it really is quite fun." Willow pushed his hand away angrily; the fact that she knew he planned to kill her and that it was just the two of them gave her a new source of courage.
"Please, just let me do the spell. I'm sure it'll win you Drusilla back." She tried to argue but Spike shook his head.
"Drusilla thinks I've gone soft, that your slayer friend has changed me." He spat angrily and rummaged in his pocket for a cigarette; he took his hands off the wheel to light one and took a long drag from it. He flipped the packet open and held it out for her; Willow shook her head and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the smell. Shrugging Spike opened the dashboard and chucked them in. "Think how delighted she'll be when I bring you to her? The friend of the slayer...a witch. She'll have some fun with you love."
"Stop the car." Willow choked, when Spike ignored her she reached out to grab the wheel. "Stop the car!" She yelled, seeing the sheen of sweat on her face Spike pulled the car sharply onto some gravel. Willow had barely unbuckled her seatbelt before she fell from the car and landed on her hands and knees where she threw up in the gravel. Since she hadn't eaten in two days it was mostly bile and her throat burned painfully as she emptied her stomach. She heard Spike's heavy boots crunching on the gravel as he walked beside her and rubbed her shoulders. She accepted the offered hand and carefully stood up, her eyes searched Spike's calm face for some hint of emotion. "You're going to give me to Drusilla?" She said numbly pulling her hand free from his grip and taking an uneven step backwards.
"Not exactly 'give', I think we could have some fun together first." Blood roared in Willow's ears and she shook her head. "Think of what I'm offering you Willow," it was the first time he had used her name and her head snapped up to glare at him. "A good time with me, perhaps you won't enjoy Drusilla at first...but once we give you immortality..."
"No." She shook her head vehemently, "I won't let you." Before Spike could reply she turned and ran. She didn't care that she was dehydrated, starving and weak from blood loss, she told her feet to keep running. She headed in the opposite direction of the way they'd been driving, it didn't occur to her that Spike could simply get in the car and spin it around. The blood roaring in her eyes gradually grew louder, her lungs felt as if they had been doused in petrol and set alight, her legs were growing weak and screamed at her to stop running. She needed to stop to breathe, but she knew if she did Spike would catch her. Keep running, she told herself, just keep running. It didn't occur to her to find something wooden to use as a stake, Spike was too powerful for her to even contemplate staking. She'd dusted a few vampires since she'd grown close to Buffy, but none as strong or as old as Spike.
A cry of pain burst from her lips as she was thrown to the floor, gravel tore into her shirt scraping her stomach, arms cheek and neck. She rolled over trying to shield her eyes from the flying gravel, she bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. Spike straddled her hips and pinned her shoulders roughly to the ground. Too exhausted to argue Willow put up no fight as Spike scooped her up in his arms and slung her over his shoulder, his hand rested on her rear-end and he gave it a taunting squeeze. Ignoring the blood rushing to her head Willow squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She half expected Spike to throw her into the car, instead he was surprisingly gentle as he buckled her back into the front seat. With her eyes closed she could hear the sound of the boot opening and Spike rummaging through whatever it was he kept in the boot of the car.
"Here," his voice was soft and she heard the sound of a plastic seal being broken and a bottle unscrewed. Warm water touched her lips, at first Willow's head moved away from the revolting taste but her body yearned for the liquid. She allowed Spike to hold the bottle to her lips while she drank greedily from it. It was disgustingly warm and had been clearly buried in the boot of the car for some time, but it was the first drink Willow had, had since Spike had kidnapped her. She drank it all without complaint, blushing as Spike used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe her mouth and chin dry.
For a while they drove in silence, Spike relaxed on the accelerator and followed the speed limit for a short while. Willow rested her head against the window and closed her eyes, fear gripped her stomach but she was exhausted and she managed to drift off for a few moments at least. When she woke up the smell of tobacco hit her nostrils, Spike was taking a drag on a half-smoked cigarette. "Those things will kill you," she murmured half asleep forgetting who she was talking too.
"I'm already dead love," but he flicked the rest of the cigarette out the window and blew smoke from the car.
"Spike...please don't give me to Drusilla s – she's crazy." Spike remained silent and Willow rubbed her eyes trying to stem the threat of tears. She loathed herself for crying in front of him like this, why couldn't she be brave like Buffy?
"I haven't decided what to do with you yet love," Spike lit another cigarette and took a thoughtful drag on it. "Well...I have decided on some things," the look he threw her made her heart stop and she twisted her hands in her lap nervously.
"W – What do you mean?"
"I told you in the factory; it's been a long time since I had a woman."
"No," Willow shook her head blushing furiously. "Not that I – I can't!" How could she ever look any of her friends in the eye again if she slept with Spike? How could she look at Oz? This is all theoretical since you'll probably be dead soon anyway. A small voice in her head pointed out.
"You should be thanking me love, I know what you are." Willow's cheeks burned hotter and she unrolled the window to bring some air into the car.
"Thanking you? You're going to kill me!" Willow hissed at him watching the road rush past them in a blur. Ahead she could see a gloomy motel with a neon green VACANCY sign flickering. Spike pulled into the car park without indicating.
"Wait here," he ordered her, "and if you try to run I'll make you beg me for death." Willow unbuckled her belt and climbed from the car in rebellion. When Spike returned he opened the boot, retrieved something and slammed it shut. Taking Willow's hand he marched her down a dilapidated path and opened a door that was in desperate need of a new paint job. The room was small and dank, there was an unpleasant smell and Willow wrinkled her nose in disgust. It smelt as if someone had died in this room, and had been left there for a while. "Bed," Spike ordered and Willow looked at him frightened. Would he really force her to do the deed here? "Relax love," Spike wrapped an arm around her waist and nuzzled his nose against her neck. "I may be evil but I know how to treat a woman, I wouldn't dream of deflowering you here." Willow pushed him away and glared at him, sighing in frustration Spike pushed her onto the bed, the mattress was lumpy and there were suspicious stains all over the covers. Ignoring her cries Spike pinned her wrists above her head and wound a lengthy piece of cord tightly around them and in between the bars of the metal bed frame. "Don't go anywhere," he laughed over his shoulder and left her alone in the room as he went back out into the cool night air. Unsure of what else to do Willow took a deep breath and let out an ear piercing scream.
"Help me!" She screamed, "SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" She wasn't sure if anyone else was even staying in the motel, or if someone would even come to her aide. The door burst open and Spike stormed in, he backhanded Willow across the face and a blinding white light blinded her vision.
"I was trying to be nice," he hissed gripping her hair and pulling her head backwards. Willow opened her mouth to speak, only to find something rough and unpleasant stuffed into her mouth, she tried to cough and spit it out but Spike quickly tied another length of cord between her lips cutting off her cries. Forced to breathe through her nose Willow struggled for air and could feel herself begin to panic. "If I have to turn you here and now I will," Spike threatened and she forced herself to try and calm down. Once he was satisfied she wasn't going to hyperventilate and lose consciousness Spike left her alone in the room once more. Willow sat in the flickering dingy light of the motel room, her wrists ached and she twisted them about desperately trying to loosen the bonds. She wished she had the strength to attempt a spell, but she was too weak to try let alone control it if she did manage something.
Spike returned just before dawn broke, he was carrying two shopping bags one of which held a tantalising aroma. Willow's head lifted ever so slightly and she sniffed the air hungrily. Spike set the bags down on the floor and closed the thick curtains to block out the sunlight; he flipped a DO NOT DISTURB sign onto the outside of the door and locked it before finally turning his attentions to Willow. He pulled her head forward and untied to the cord which held the cloth in place.
"Are you going to shout?" He asked before he removed it, Willow shook her head wildly and took in a deep mouthful of fresh air as the cloth was taken from her mouth. He retrieved the bag with the tantalising aroma and pulled out a burger. He held it to her mouth and Willow shyly took a bite, she was starving and wanted to do nothing but devour the burger, but it was hard to do with her hands still tied behind her head. She blushed as Spike watched her intently, her blush deepened as he offered her his grease covered fingers and she sucked on them hungrily. She hadn't eaten for so long! She still felt ravenous! He took out a bottle of water and unscrewed the lid, this time the water was deliciously cold and fresh and once again she gulped at it greedily making a small mew in protest as he pulled the still half-full bottle from her lips. "Pace yourself," he scolded her gently before touching the neck of the bottle to her lips once more. Willow drank but forced herself to do so slowly. "Your appearance will draw attention to us," Spike stood up and walked into an adjourning room at the sound of running water he returned and emptied the second bag on the bed. It was full of clothes, not clothes that she would have picked out for herself but she was embarrassed to see they were in her size – even the underwear. Spike untied the cords from her hands and rubbed her chafing wrists gently.
"How long are you going to keep me like this?" Willow asked hoarsely hugging herself tightly.
"Until I decide I can trust you."
"I am not going to run away –"
"You have tried to escape twice already, and then you began screaming. Forgive me Willow but I do not believe in taking chances such as these. I want you."
"Then get it over with and kill me now," Willow hissed, "you cannot really think you'll get me to Brazil without it being discovered you've kidnapped me? How do you expect to get me out of the country without a passport?"
"I thought you were the smart one of your friends? Do you think something as small as a passport will thwart me? I have been travelling the world for centuries, how many passports do you think I have owned?"
"None." Willow said stonily and she stood up as Spike took her hand and led her towards the bathroom. He pulled at her jumper but Willow shook her head. "No." She hissed, "I will not undress in front of you – "
"Once I am your sire I hope you'll be more obedient." Spike gripped the collar of her jumper and tore the fuzzy material in half leaving her exposed in her bra. Willow blushed and tried to cover herself but Spike held her arms to her side. "Why are you so ashamed?"
"Why are you doing this to me? You told me you wanted a spell..."
"I changed my mind," Spike shrugged taking her arms and peeling the torn garment from her. "Dru has been having her fun, I think it only fair I have my own and show her I am not soft.
"And if she takes you back? What then?"
"I still have not completely decided what to do with you," Spike pulled her closer and slid his hands on to her hips. His fingers probed beneath the waist band of her jeans and he deftly undid the top button and unzipped them. Willow closed her eyes trying to hold back tears. She had never known humiliation like this in her life. "I have three choices; the first I bring you to Drusilla as a human." Spike's hands skimmed up her back where he unclipped her bra and sent it dropping to the floor. A guttural growl came from deep within his throat and Willow felt a tear escape from beneath her closed eyelids. "I will give you to her as a gift and prove to her just how 'soft' I am not. After that I will sire you, as a reward for your...troubles," Willow flinched as he brushed a hand to her cheek. "My second choice is to sire you before bringing you to Drusilla, the three of us will travel the world together...or perhaps Drusilla will still refuse me. But if she does at least I will have a new companion," when she opened her eyes she found Spike staring at her intently with his demonic face. His yellow eyes stared at her hungrily. "Or thirdly...I sire you and forget all about Dru," he knelt in front of her and pressed his face into her front. The top of his head skimmed her breasts and Willow tried to move away, but his hands clasped her firmly from behind. "I will admit the third option is becoming increasingly tempting," he pressed his lips just above her belly button and began to kiss his way up to her breasts. Teasingly he encased her right nipple with his mouth and gave it a teasing bite; Willow gasped and arched her back at the tormenting mixture of pleasure and pain. Hearing her gasp Spike began to suck on her nipple, while his left hand began to tease her left one. Willow felt moisture rush between her legs and she felt her knees give way. Laughing Spike pulled his head away and trailed his hands to her unzipped her jeans. He pulled them down and Willow stepped from them, covering her breasts with her hands nervously. Spike hovered at the waistband of her panties, his demon face still taunting her. "Are you still going to protest at my claiming your maidenhead?" His words made her feel as if she were a maiden from medieval times, seduced by a some noblemen. Without waiting for an answer Spike tugged her panties off with his teeth and sat with his back against the wall admiring her youthful beauty. "Lower your arms." His voice was commanding and brooked no argument, Willow lowered them to her sides and looked down at her feet. "You are beautiful young lady Willow; you should not be ashamed of your body." Rising to his feet Spike pulled her close and pressed his lips to her mouth. He turned his back to turn off the bath taps and gestured for her to get in. "I will give you thirty minutes, if I sense you are trying something to escape I will come back in." Willow nodded and sank into the bath as he left her alone. She wasted no time in washing the gravel, dust and grime from her hair and skin. She was so exhausted that as she lay back in the bath she felt herself begin to drift off. It wasn't until she found herself wrapped in a coarse towel in Spike's arms that she realised she had drifted off and fallen into a deep slumber. She was filled with regret that she hadn't drowned, but she was too tired to care much.