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I don't own Buffy and Company. They belong to Joss
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copyright infringement is intended. Author's Note:
Thoughts are indicated by . This is my first fanfic, so
be kind. Enjoy!
Part One
The moon
shone brightly in the cold night, illuminating the
skeleton- like trees along Inferno Boulevard. Though the
main strip of Sunnydale was usually busy during the day,
it was dead during the night. Literally. But no vampires
were out at the moment. At least, she hoped there
werent any.
Willow
shuffled down the boulevard, skipping every few steps to
keep herself warm. The weather was abnormally cold and
the pretty redhead picked up her pace, determined to get
home without becoming an icicle. Being used to the
California sunshine did have its disadvantages. Any drop
in the thermometer was harsh. The midnight air was
positively chilly to her.
"I
wish I hadnt stayed so late," Willow said
softly.
She was
alone on her walk home. The group had been at the
library, researching the current monster-of-the-week and
what kind of havoc he would wreak on the town. Buffy and
Xander had been more of a hindrance than a help; they
werent exactly big in the study department. So they
had left early, leaving Willow with Giles. The two had
gone through the bookshelves until 11 oclock when
Giles, obviously exhausted, had fallen asleep. She had
sent him home, only after assuring the Watcher she would
be fine. Willow had started to gather her things around
midnight, realizing her mother might wonder where she
was. Then she had begun the creepy journey home.
Ordinarily,
being alone didnt bother Willow. It had simply
never occurred to her to be scared. Crowds were actually
more frightening to the shy girl; she tended to get lost
in them. But lately, the things that went bump in the
night were beginning to wear on her.
Crack!
Willow
whirled around to see a branch break off a nearby tree.
She exhaled a breath she didnt know she had been
holding, and chuckled at her jumpiness. The wind blew her
hair around her face and eyes, blinding her momentarily.
Willow brushed it away and hastened her stride, eager to
get to her warm, safe house.
Willow
repeated the mantra in her head again and again, trying
to calm herself. The soundless night was spooking her.
Willow
began listening to her footsteps, realizing something was
wrong with the sound. She stood still for a moment, then
dismissed her apprehension and resumed walking. The sharp
fall of her steps echoed loudly, then a second set joined
in time with hers. She stopped again.
"Hello?"
she called softly.
she
thought, scolding herself.
A cruel
laugh came from behind her. "Wheres your
Slayer, little one?" The mellow, sexy accent
identified her stalker and Spike emerged from the
shadows. His game face wasnt on, but the glint in
his eyes indicated it was near the surface.
"Oh,
no," Willow whispered, trembling at the sight of the
Billy Idol look-alike. He approached her, his nonchalant
saunter completely unnerving. The moon glinted off his
peroxide-bleached hair and his pale face, making him look
even more sinister than usual. He smiled in recognition.
"Ah,
the pretty redhead from Halloween. What was your costume
that night? A temptress, or perhaps a hussy?" He
looked her up and down, surveying her sensible knit shirt
and printed skirt. "I liked you better that way.
There was so much more to see."
Willow
wrapped her arms around herself protectively. Tears
began to fill the young girls eyes.
Spike saw
her teardrops glistening and laughed triumphantly. The
vampire touched her arm lightly, running his fingers down
the length of it. Willow wanted to shake him off, but
found that she could not move.
"Yknow
what?" Spike murmured. "Ill have such fun
telling the Slayer about you. How you screamed for your
life, and screamed for her to save you."
She
finally found her voice. "I wont give you the
pleasure," Willow declared bravely. But as his face
neared her throat she whimpered, giving away her fear.
Spike pulled away and stared into her eyes. He chewed his
lip, hungrily gazing at her neck.
"Oh,
youll scream all right. Youll be just like
all the others." Laughter crept into his voice
again. "And this time I get an added bonus, with you
being the Slayers best friend and all. Cant
you imagine her getting sloppy following the death of her
dear, innocent friend? Easy pickings from the Slayer tree
after that."
"Buffy
will avenge me. Shell slam a stake right into your
chest. Then its Poof! Spike goes bye-bye."
Willow decided that if she was going to die she might as
well get some kicks in. Since it looked like the Slayer
wouldnt be able to rescue her this time.
"This
isnt a bloody novel, little girl," he said,
sneering. "Your friend wont save you."
Willow
exposed the smooth paleness of her throat. "I
dont expect her to," she said sadly.
Spike
stepped back, utterly surprised by her submission.
"Youre ready to die?" He was stunned. She
stared at him coolly, concealing the terror she felt. His
eyes narrowed and he huffed like a child who hasnt
gotten his way. "Youre taking all the fun out
of this, Willow. You just dont understand the hunt,
do you? Its exhilarating."
Willow
closed her eyes and sighed. "Im tired of the
game, Spike. Get on with it."
The
vampire leaned to her neck and hovered there. Willow
prepared herself for the bite, the blood loss, the death.
Instead of pain, she felt something unexpected.
A kiss.
Spike
grazed her neck with his lips, then cupped her face in
his hand. The evil smile returned, and his eyes
glittered.
"You
want a game, then? Lets play."
Her eyes
widened with fear. She had readied herself for death.
What was he doing now?
"Sweet
dreams, Willow."
All too
late Willow saw his fist flying towards her face. As it
made contact, she begged with her last conscious thought,
remembering a childhood prayer.
Willow
fell to the ground with a thud. Spike stood over her and
studied her fiery hair with a strange expression.
Stooping to the ground, he picked her up in his arms and
cradled her tiny body.
"Now,
what shall I do with you?" he mused. "You are a
rather lovely girl, arent you? So pale, so
exquisitely...fragile." He shifted her in order to
carry her easier, and with that began walking in the
direction of his lair.
The first sound Willow heard upon awakening
was the soft crackle of candles. Cautiously she opened
her eyes, wincing in the dim light. Her head throbbed
slightly.
Her
surroundings were totally unfamiliar.
The room
she rested in was draped in black and white. Pristine
tulle flowed off the black wrought iron bed in which she
lay. The four posts of the bed stretched above her,
gleaming dully. A mirror on the wall, framed by black
iron, was smashed, the reflective surface hanging on just
barely. Willow sat up in the bed and lightly moved her
fingers across her battered face, estimating the damage.
After glancing in the mirror she realized that Spike
hadnt given her much more than a bruise on the side
of her forehead. Thankful, she pulled back the white
satin sheets and swung her legs to the floor,
simultaneously smoothing the wrinkles from her dress.
Willow
stood abruptly, ignoring the wave of dizziness that
passed over her. She moved closer to the mirror and
studied what she could of her reflection in the
splintered glass. The dress was long and black, made of
glossy silk and a chiffon overlay. It had a high empire
waist that flattered her tiny figure immensely and short
sleeves which exposed her pale arms. Hanging from a
silken ribbon a cameo nestled itself in the hollow of her
throat. Her auburn hair was piled up in a similar style
as she had worn it on Halloween, but with old-fashioned
twist to it. A pair of long, black gloves were on the bed
stand next to her. She stared at herself in the looking
glass a moment longer, then slipped the gloves on her
delicate hands and buttoned them up. She turned once more
to the mirror. She looked just like someone in a
painting, pale and beautiful.
Suddenly
soft music drifted through the air. The sound was silvery
and extremely melancholy. Willow put on a pair of dainty
black slippers that lay on the carpeted floor and began
to leave the room. Something on a nearby table caught her
curious eyes and she paused. A vase filled with roses had
grabbed her attention. But they were no ordinary roses.
They were black. The blossoms were strangely beautiful;
each petal looked like the shining feathers of a raven.
Willow plucked two from the vase, breathed in their sweet
aroma, and left the room.
The next
chamber was a drawing room decorated in black and red
satins. A piano was in one corner; that was the source of
the music. Spike sat on the bench, his fingers softly
caressing the keys, making the instrument sing.
The
redhead walked towards the vampire noiselessly, searching
for a stake or something similar to end him with. He
continued to play, oblivious to her presence. He was too
wrapped up in the song. The melody was haunting and
strangely familiar to Willow. She stopped her prowling,
trying to place the song.
"Do
you know it?" Spike asked quietly, not bothering to
look at her. His manner didnt seem threatening at
all. In fact, he seemed cordial. The vampire kept on
playing the song.
"Its
Chopin, isnt it? One of the nocturnes," she
replied timidly.
The last
few notes danced off his fingers. He turned to her, his
expression surprisingly kind. "Correct. Number 2 in
E major. I dont suppose you took me for a pianist.
You probably thought I was always a monster."
"Well,
yes," she whispered. Willow averted her eyes, hoping
she hadnt angered him. "What do you mean to do
with me? Why did you dress me like this?" She was
testing the waters, hoping the shark wouldnt bite.
Spike
stood slowly, deliberately trying not to startle her.
Willow backed away and tripped on her long dress. She
started to fall backwards but Spikes arm shot out,
steadying her. Willow dropped the roses in surprise and
crushed the fragile petals underfoot, shaking visibly at
his cold touch. His face fell slightly.
"You
dont trust me."
Despite
her growing fear she laughed wildly. "You knock me
out, kidnap me, are probably going to kill me, and now
you want my trust? Youre the last person I would
ever trust."
He
chuckled, embarrassed. "I dont suppose
Ive been very pleasant with you. I do apologize,
for everything. I promise to be nice from now on."
"I
didnt think nice was even in a vampires
vocabulary. Its it all just blood and mayhem,
right?" Willow instantly regretted her words. The
last thing she wanted to do was mention blood to a hungry
vampire.
A look of
anguish crossed his pale face. "There used to be
love and companionship. But not anymore."
Even
though Willow was determined to hate Spike, the grief in
his voice made her disgust of him lessen slightly.
"Wheres Drusilla? Isnt she your
girlfriend?"
Spike
bowed his head. "She, uh, she..." He
couldnt seem to get the words out. Finally he did.
"She wasted away. My Dru is gone. One morning I woke
up and she was dead. An ironic choice of words, eh?
Shes been dead for 100 years, but two weeks ago she
died again as I slept beside her."
Willow
couldnt really feel remorse over the dead vampire. What was disturbing her was that Spike, one
of the worst vampires she had ever seen, was almost
crying. She looked down at her clothes and realization
hit her like a fist.
"This is her dress, isnt
it? Is that why you put me in this? To feel close to her
again?" The fire of her hair matched her growing
temper. "Im not a doll."
"Im not using you as
one. And yes, it is her dress. But Willow, have you seen
how beautiful you look?" He hooked his hand under
her arm and led her to a nearby mirror. This one, unlike
the mirror in her room, was not smashed. Spikes
image did not reflect in the glass.
"Do you see it? The fire in
you, it makes you glow." Spike stood behind her, too
close for comfort in Willows opinion. He was inches
from her neck. "Its lovely, Willow."
She held her breath, frightened of
his nearness. Looking in the mirror was too weird when
she couldnt see him in it also. Especially since
his hands were on her shoulders and his coat brushed
against her back.
"Please let me go," she
gasped. Willow could feel him grinning and a quiet laugh
escaped from his throat. "I want to go home."
Her voice sounded very childish.
He let go of her, but not because
of her request. He was about to pull her small body
closer when she made a run for it.
Kicking his shins, Willow ran out
of the drawing room as fast as her legs could carry her.
She raced through an assortment of beautifully decorated
rooms, but did not see them. Her eyes were only looking
for one thing. A door to the outside. Freedom.
Finally fate smiled upon the
smallest Slayerette. A door at the end of a long hall was
just the thing she was looking for, and she dashed to
its safety. She tried to kick off her slippers in
order to run better, but that was her mistake. She
stumbled and fell bodily on the thick Oriental rug.
Spike entered the hall and smiled
victoriously. While he walked slowly towards her, Willow
attempted to get up, to get away. Pain shot through her
ankle and she moaned in agony and frustration. She
watched his eyes drift over her and she slid over to the
wall, cowering in fear.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
Spike towered over her, gazing at
her with an amused expression. "You shouldnt
have run away. That was a very naughty thing to do,
Willow."
"Just let me go home,"
she whispered desperately.
He looked as though he was
pondering the idea, but then he smiled gravely and shook
his head. "This is your home now."
Willow shuddered and leaned against
the wall, burying her face in her hands. Her sobs filled
the quiet flat.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah, Mom?" The Slayer
yawned, not at all pleased to be awake. It was Saturday,
for goodness sake. The day to sleep in. She turned over
and hid her head under the blankets, trying to give her
mom a subtle hint: Im sleeping. Go away.
"Honey, Joan Rosenburg is on
the phone. She wants to talk to you."
Buffy sat up in her bed, fully
awake now. "Mrs. Rosenburg?"
Joyce Summers nodded. "She
sounds worried, Buffy. I hope it isnt something
about Willow. Shes such a sweet girl."
"I hope Willows okay,
too," Buffy said somberly. She leaned over and
picked up the phone beside her bed as Joyce left the
room.
"Hello? Mrs. Rosenburg?"
"Buffy, do you know where
Willow is?" Mrs. Rosenburgs voice shook with
tears. "She didnt come home last night."
"I havent seen her since
9 oclock. Did you call Xander?" A sense of
dread was beginning to come over the Slayer.
"He was the first one I
called. And he hasnt seen her either. Where is my
little girl, Buffy?" The distraught mother was
starting to sound hysterical.
"Have you called the police
yet?"
"They wont do anything
until shes been missing for 24 hours. What am I
supposed to do? Sit here and wring my hands with worry?
Shes just a baby; she could be out there all alone
somewhere and frightened. Who made the 24 hour rule,
anyway? What if 24 hours is too long? They need to find
her now. They need to bring my baby home."
Mrs. Summers poked her head into
the room. "I was listening. Tell Joan Ill be
over there in a minute. Im sure she needs someone
around right now."
Buffy smiled at her mother.
"Mrs. Rosenburg, my mom is on her way over.
Ill call around and see if anyone knows where she
is. Im sure shes okay."
The blonde talked to Willows
mother a minute longer, then disconnected the call and
dialed Giles number.
"Hello?" he answered
distractedly. The Watchers nose was stuck in book.
He was blindly trying to grab his teacup without glancing
up from the book.
"Giles, Willow is missing.
When did you see her last?"
Giles fingers slipped and hit
the cup, spilling the brown liquid all over the table and
the book. He was so surprised that he didnt notice
this atrocity upon his precious volume.
"Willows what?"
"Missing. She didnt come
home last night. Didnt you take her home after your
study-thon?"
"No, she stayed late." He
sounded embarrassed. "I fell asleep, so she told me
to go home. I thought she would be fine..."
"I hope she is," Buffy
replied. "But this isnt like Willow at all,
staying out without telling someone. Im getting the
feeling that shes is in a whole mess of
trouble."
Willow shifted in
her bed, trying to find a comfortable position. Her ankle
was swollen and bruised, and currently being elevated on
some pillows. Spike was an attentive nurse; she had to
give him that much credit. But Willow decided that the
only reason he was caring for her was that he didnt
want damaged goods for dinner.
His words from earlier were tearing
at her mind. "This is your home now," Willow
repeated softly. She didnt want to know.
Spike hadnt spoken much after
he chased her down in the hall. He had simply picked her
up, taken her into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed,
and once he had attended to her ankle, left her alone.
She hadnt tried to open the door yet, but she was
pretty sure he had locked it behind him. She was trapped.
And becoming totally stir crazy.
Willow had been locked up for who knows how long and had
discovered early on that there were no books, television,
and worst of all, no computer. She didnt even know
what time it was. There were no clocks in the room. There
wasnt even a window she could stare out of.
Although she would be doing a lot more than staring. She
would be getting out.
Click. The lock snapped and the
door creaked open. "Willow?" Spike walked in
and sat on the end of the bed. "How are you
feeling?"
She glared at him hatefully and
didnt answer. He sighed and began to get up, but
Willow grabbed the hem of his black leather coat.
"What do you want me to say?" she cried
angrily. "Oh, I feel fine, even though you
have me locked up in here. I just want to thank you for
scaring me to death; its been the highlight of my
short life. Im starting to wish you would
just kill me. Id rather be dead than
imprisoned."
Spike smiled. "Now
theres that fire; it lights you up. Everyone
Ive ever found amusing has had a little spark to
them. Its what I look for in a person."
Willows small face looked thoroughly confused and
uneasy. He sighed. "Dont you realize how fun
it could be?"
"What are you talking about?
What could be fun?" Willow asked.
"Us." The vampire knelt
on the bed, forcing her to lean away from his advancing
body. He touched her face softly, trailing his fingers
over the bruise he had inflicted. "I really am sorry
about hitting you." Willows doe-eyes were
terrified. "You still think Im going to kill
you. I promise you, I wont." His lips rushed
to hers, engulfing them in a passionate kiss. When he
finally pulled away she was breathless. "I may give
you another life, though. My kind of life."
Spike got up off the bed and walked
out the door, leaving it open for her to follow. Willow
touched her lips, hardly believing what had just happen.
She glanced at the open door, then gingerly got up and
followed the vampire.
Limping, Willow moved once again
into the drawing room. She spotted a small sofa and sat
down, wincing because of her swollen ankle. Spike smiled
at her presence and crouched down in front of her.
"I could give you eternal
life, little one. You would live forever." He took
her hand tenderly and held it. "I can tell that
youre alone, Willow. So am I. Even when Dru was
still here I was alone. Do you know what its like,
being with someone who is absolutely mad? It tears at
your you, Willow, and never stops its torture. I may be
considered dead but I can still feel. Each day she would
become a little more insane and bring me down with her. I
watched her slow death, and I thought I would go crazy,
too. I loved Dru, but she was killing me."
Willows heart ached for him. He sounded so
vulnerable, so...human. Spike saw this compassion in her
eyes. "But if you joined me, that would never
happen. Because you wouldnt be like Drusilla. You
would be perfect, as you are now."
"I wouldnt have a soul,
though." She questioned him with her eyes. "How
can you live that way?"
"Youve been lied to,
Willow. It isnt as horrible as it sounds. We
arent necessarily evil, just different. Vampires
simply dont have the morals that humans do.
Thats all." He saw her reservation and
dismissed the subject. "Do you play?" he asked,
indicating the piano.
"Um, a little," she
replied shyly. "But not very well."
"Come then, show me your
talent." Spike picked her up, considering her ankle,
and sat her on the piano stool. "What do you
know?"
"Just the regular songs that
one learns at lessons. Im really not that
good."
"I doubt that. But Ill
teach you some." The vampire covered her hands with
his own and pressed her fingers to the keys. With his
arms were around her, he guided her fingers to the song.
The music floated off their hands through the still air.
"I thought you might learn
Chopins nocturne," he breathed in her ear.
"I love this song." His lips were lingering by
her pale neck, but she was no longer afraid. Willow
closed her eyes and leaned against him, swaying softly to
the aria. Spike kissed her throat and she turned to meet
his lips, but he nuzzled her head away, wanting her to
continue the song. She complied.
Finally Spike pulled her fingers
from the keys, breaking Willow from her musical reverie.
He turned her to face him and gazed into her eyes.
"Do you think you could join me?" He stroked
her hair and smoothed out the few flyaway strands. She
opened her mouth to answer but he stopped her with a
kiss, caressing her face lightly. He looked incredibly
forlorn when he drew away. "Im so alone,
Willow."
"Spike, I dont belong
here. And I love being alive," Willow murmured.
"I could make you belong
here," he said, not unkindly. "You could be one
of us."
She cringed slightly, despite his
gentle tone. "Ive been taught to hate your
kind, Spike. You cant expect me to change my mind
so quickly. You make your world sound so beautiful, but
how do I know if it really is? Ive always been the
kind of person who never believes anything until she sees
it. Yet if I see the world through your eyes, there would
be no going back. I dont know if I could do that.
Even if you do drive a hard bargain by filling my head
with music and beauty."
Spike smiled sadly. "Will you
think about it? Sleep on it, that kind of thing?"
"Yes, I will," Willow
replied. "But can I ask you something? A
request?"
"Of course you can." He
was becoming increasingly compassionate. "What do
you want?"
"Can I call someone?" she
asked slowly. Instantly Spike looked as though he had
been betrayed. "I wont tell them where I am, I
promise! People will be looking for me if I dont
let someone know Im okay." Willow carefully
leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the corner of
his mouth. "Every moment more that I stay here, with
you, makes me want to remain."
"All right. But dont
tell anyone where you are. Do I have you word?"
"Yes." Her face shone
happily. "Do you have a phone?"
"This way, pet." Spike
picked her up again and carried her into his bedroom.
Willows body became rigid with tension as soon as
they entered the dark chamber. He noticed this and
laughed, amused by her bashfulness. "Im not
taking you in here to deflower you, Willow. The phone is
beside the bed. Ill leave you to make your
call."
"Oh." She sighed in
relief. Spike set her gently on the bed and left her
alone, lighting one candle to illuminate the room. Willow
picked up the phone and dialed the number she knew best:
Buffys.
End Part One
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