Chapter Five

Angel hung up the phone slowly as the line went dead, he looked up as Buffy walked into the kitchen and rested her head against the fridge. She hadn't been herself since Willow and Xander had gone missing, and when Xander had turned up a day later she had taken the news he'd brought with him pretty badly. "Buffy..." Angel said slowly and flinched as she turned empty eyes towards him, her eyes were normally bright and vibrant. "That was Willow...and Spike," he guided her to the sitting room and sat her on the settee.

"Willow?" Her head lifted in surprise, "is she okay? Is she..." She trailed off unable to bring herself to ask the question she dreaded the answer too.

"She...she sounded terrified, but other than that she's alive." Angel sighed and decided to be blunt, "When they realised it was me on the phone Spike took the phone from her and spoke to me. All I heard from Willow was that Spike was going to do something to her, he said if you don't stop the search for her within twenty-four hours...you'll find her in a less than pristine condition."

"He's bluffing," Buffy said hoarsely. "Xander said he needs Willow for a spell..."

"He could have gotten her to do the spell here...Buffy, Spike is going to kill Willow and I really think he will turn her. She has the potential to be a powerful witch as a mortal, with the right guidance..."

"No!" Buffy clapped her hands over her ears, "stop it! He can't make her into a vampire...I can't...it's Willow!" Tears streamed down her face and Angel enveloped her tightly. "There has to be something we can do..."

"We don't know where she is, at the moment we know they're in the country, but where? If we find them...it'll be too late..." He hated being brutally honest like this. "Buffy...you managed to kill me...you know you have to do the right thing."

"I didn't want too though...and if Willow..." She paused her eyes glazing over as she lost herself in thought. "She gave you your soul back," she whispered. "Angel..." She looked at him pleadingly, "if we could find someone...a witch...we know the spell..." Jumping up she grabbed her jacket and fled from the house.

Rather than leaving the motel the next day Spike decided to remain there and see if Buffy had called off the search, he flipped the old-fashioned TV on and watched the news channels. There was constant footage of Willow's disappearance and she grew sick of looking at herself on the TV. "Please turn it off Spike," she said sitting on the floor hugging her knees to her chest. "Buffy won't have control over who calls the search off; it would have been my parents who reported me missing..." She was terrified he would keep to his threat and go out on a killing rampage. Spike looked at her thoughtfully.

"Then call them. Tell them you're leaving."

"It's not that simple," Willow sighed standing up and pacing the room. "I'm a minor, legally I have no say in my. I can't just ring them up and say I've decided to run away with you, it would still stand as a kidnapping charge. And why would I want people to think I've willingly run away with you anyway?"

"Because the more people who find us the more people I have to kill." Spike pointed out. "Or..." He stood up and pulled Willow close, transforming into his demon face he grinned hungrily at her and pulled her head to the side leaving her neck exposed. Willow cried out in pain and held still, frightened that if she moved an inch he would plunge his fangs into her neck. "I could turn you now, we could take a trip back to Sunnydale and you can tell your friends yourself." He pressed his fangs to her skin and teasingly scratched them along the surface; Willow bit back a sob and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

"Don't." She whispered, the minutes felt as if they were hours but eventually Spike's fangs were replaced with his lips and he gently sucked on her neck while his hands moved beneath her shirt. His fingers were soft and strong, deftly he unclipped her bra and moved his left hand to support her waist and his right to cup her breasts. "Spike," her voice was breathless and she moaned as he began to massage her breast. It was easy to forget who he was when he touched her like this, he wasn't brutal or frightening. He was tender and erotic, with her eyes closed it was easy to block out the thought that this man was her enemy. Her kidnapper. And soon to be her murderer. She lifted her arms above her head as Spike began to pull off her shirt and she made no protest when he swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. Spike was on top of her instantly, his hands resting on her hips as he teased her right nipple with his tongue, Willow bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from crying out. Cold lips touched her own a hand gently caressed her burning cheek.

"You don't have to be quiet," Spike whispered his lips brushing against hers. His left hand trailed down to her jeans and flipped the top button open, "may I?" For a few moments Willow could only stare at him shyly, her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

"We...I...I –"

"I'm not going to do that," Spike promised her kissing her tenderly and running his fingertip ever so lightly across her nipple. Her breath hitched in her throat and she nodded clasping the duvet beneath her hands as Spike drew down the fly to her jeans. She lifted her buttocks so he could pull her jeans and panties down. Kissing her on the mouth once more Spike began to trail his lips along her jaw, her throat, breasts, stomach and finally to her thighs. Willow tensed embarrassed at her position but also burning with curiosity. Her body was singing, every nerve stood on end as if it were being tickled by a feather. Spike placed his thumb over her core and slowly rocked it back and forth, Willow cried out as the pressure built she arched her back and could feel the sheets beneath her hands tearing away from the bed.

"Oh god," she whispered, "oh...Spike," his thumb remained on her core picking up speed and his mouth was suddenly back on her nipple, sucking, teasing and licking with such speed that Willow was practically screaming. She wrapped her arms around Spike's neck holding him closer. "Don't stop," she pleaded, "please." She felt a glorious pleasure erupt from her core, spreading through her body and sending her shuddering over a cliff. She fell back exhausted from the pleasure, when she opened her eyes Spike was staring down at her mesmerised. "S – Sorry," Willow blushed and moved to cover herself but Spike held her arms by her side gently.

"Don't," he whispered shaking his head. "You're beautiful Willow, don't hide yourself from me." Blushing Willow smiled faintly and turned her head; eventually she curled up and drifted into a deep sleep. Her first proper sleep since her ordeal had begun; Spike pulled the duvet over her and watched her deep in thought. He was growing fond of the young witch, he still longed for Drusilla back...but what was the rush? Perhaps a century or two apart from her would make her realise he was far from soft. And if he happened to cross her path with the fried of the Slayer staring at him in adoration...Spike smiled and gently leant down to kiss Willow's temple. "You and me are going to have some fun love," he whispered in her ear.