Shadows in the Night: Chapter 4
by claudia6913
Title: Shadows in the Night
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S
Summary: Willow and Spike are having dreams. What will they do when they figure out who the shadows are?
Disclaimer: Joss and all of them lucky people over there own the characters.
Distribution: NHA, Shades of Grey, redssoulmates, willowsvampires, and all the lists I post to. Anyone else just ask.
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
Feedback: ghoztstarz@yahoo.com I really like this part. Makes the writing and stress worthwhile!
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Chapter 4
"Look Harm, I'm pretty brassed off right now, so if you would take these things off me..." Spike said, growling for good measure.
"No. Not until you tell me why you’re helping the Slayer. For all I know you’ll kill me the second I let you go. Besides, you can't go anywhere right now. It's still daylight," Harmony stated with a nod.
Spike sighed in defeat. 'Might as bloody well tell her the whole sodding story.' "Well Harm it's like this...." Spike went into the whole story of the Initiative, the chip, and coming under the employ of the Slayer. By the time he was done he was exhausted. He hated telling this story. 'I'm the bleeding Big Bad and they took that away from me. Every vamp in town thinks I'm a laughing stock.'
Harmony stood in silence. 'For once,' Spike thought. She didn't know what to say. Then: "George, release him."
"But, Mistress!" Gary protested.
"No buts, just do it!"
Relieved of the shackles, Spike promptly broke the fledgling’s neck. "Stupid bugger."
Harmony just stood there, mouth agape looking at the pile of crumpled bone that was her minion. "Aww, Spiky! What did ya do that for? Now I have to get a new one!" she said, pouting.
"Don't worry, Pet, I'm sure you can find another wanker just as stupid as him." Spike stretched out the kinks the shackles had put in his body. "Right then…where's the sewer access?"
"Eww, sewers! There are none here, Blondie Bear. They’re icky and leave a bad smell around the house."
'You've got to be kidding me,' Spike thought. 'Stupid bint.'
"Ok, so how much longer am I trapped here?" he asked.
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Willow walked around the cemetery wondering where Spike could be. 'If I were a vamp without a bite where would I go,' she asked herself. 'I wish I was with Spike. Whoa! Where'd that come from? Ok, focus Willow. Spike could be hurt. I could tend to him. Ugh, stupid dreams putting stupid thoughts in my head. He would never go for me. He hardly looks at me unless it's at my neck. And besides, he loves Drusilla. Oh Willow, what are you getting yourself into. Doesn't matter right now. What matters is finding Spike. Wonder if Willy has any information.'
With that thought Willow headed out to Willy's. She stopped short of opening the door to the demon bar to collect herself and her thoughts. 'Here goes nothing.' She strode in and up to the bar not looking at the few patrons that graced the back tables.
"Hey Willy."
"Uh, hi. Aren't you a little young and, well, human to be here?" Willy asked. He knew she was the Slayer's friend but he wasn't too concerned since he didn't see the Slayer with her.
"Just here for some information. Do you know where Spike is?" she asked, her eyes never leaving Willy's.
Willy winced at the mention of Spikes name. "No, uh, haven't heard anything."
Willow didn't notice any deceit in the man's eyes, so she took his word for truth. "Ok, well if I don't find him I'll be back. I would greatly appreciate some input then," and with that she left. 'Well, if Willy doesn’t know then it just may be what Giles suspected.'
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"FOUR BLOODY HOURS!" Spike raged. "I have to wait four hours here with you?"
"But Spiky," Harmony cooed, "don't you want to stay here with me and have some fun for old times sake?" She leaned seductively over the couch.
"No, Harm," Spike said exasperated, "I don't want to have any sodding fun with you! All I want is a fag, a pint of O-neg, and a little redhead. So if you'll leave me alone, I will leave at sundown. If you don't I won't hesitate to bloody rip your bloody head off!"
Harmony stood there for a few minutes not believing what she heard. Then she harrumphed and stalked out of the room.
'Bout bloody time the bint left,' Spike thought. 'Now what to do about that dream.' Spike threw himself on the couch and began thinking about a certain redhead that had slinked her way into his dreams. He looked at the clock on the wall. 'Three hours, huh? What the bloody hell am I supposed to do till sundown? There's always the dream. I wonder if she even likes me that way. She's always been nice to me and she's definitely bite-able. And shagable for that matter. Who am I kidding? Vampire remember? She's too sweet and innocent. Perfect for corruption,' Spike thought with an evil grin.
As soon as the sun set Spike was out the door and on his way to his crypt. 'I need some blood first. Then I think I'll go see Red.'
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Willow was on her way back to the dorm when it started getting dark. She was passing by the cemetery when she ran into some one. She jumped back, stake in hand.
"Spike..." she breathed.
"Red, what're you doing out here walking by yourself?" Spike asked.
"Oh, well...," she blushed, "I was, well, looking for you actually. Giles called and said that you didn't stop by after you left my dorm so I got worried and decided to go look for you. But hey, guess I found you. So your ok and Giles was probably right that you got stuck somewhere during the day. So, I feel like an idiot and will be going now," She stopped her babbling and went to walk around him when a cool hand grabbed her arm to stop her.
'She was looking for me?' Spike thought. He gave her a roguish grin and said, "Is that so, Pet?"
Willow blushed again and said, “Yeah, I mean...I know you can take care of yourself but I was still worried. And well...,"
She was cut off by Spike pulling her close to her with one arm around her waist. 'Oh, my...Oh, my,' Willow kept chanting to herself.
Before she could protest Spike leaned in towards her and brushed the barest of kisses across her mouth. Their lips barely touched, an almost chaste kiss-- It left her swooning and weak kneed.
The kiss was all fire and feathers to Spike. He was reeling from just that small brush of her lips. Still inches away from her lips, he opened his eyes to look at Willow. Her eyes were closed and he could hear her heart beating loudly in her chest.
Before she could recover and pull away from him, he kissed her again. More passion and desire resided in this kiss, still soft, languid, and lasting. He slowly ran his tongue over her lips, tasting and savoring them then finally slipping into her mouth. He deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing with each other. It lasted for what seemed an eternity before they broke away from each other.
Willow was breathless. She slowly opened her eyes and stared into the icy blue of Spike's eyes. She couldn't believe what she saw there, want, need, desire, and a little surprise. 'Oh, wow,' Willow thought, 'I just kissed Spike, and it was the best kiss I've ever had.'
Spike backed up from Willow slowly, but still keeping his hand on her hip. He looked into her eyes expecting to find loathing and hate, but found nothing of the sort. She liked it, he could see that. He looked at her lips. All full, red, and looking thoroughly kissed.
"Red, I..." he stammered only to be taken aback by her leaning in for another kiss.
The kiss didn't last as long as the first, but it was no less ardent. When they pulled away Willow's hands were fisted in the lapel of his duster and she was blushing fiercely.
"I...I..." Willow stammered and tried to pull away but Spike's grip on her waist kept her in place.
"Shh, Pet," Spike whispered.
"No, I can't do this. I can't! Let me go Spike!" Willow shrieked and whirled away from him, running for her dorm.
"Bloody hell!" Spike said and stormed off to his crypt.
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Willow got to her dorm and packed a bag to go to her parents house. They were out of town and she needed a place to sit and think without interruptions. 'What the heck was I thinking kissing Spike,' Willow wondered. 'He's evil, and bad, and...and a vampire! I mean, yeah, he's got the chip and all, but that won't last forever.'
She finished her packing and headed out in the night to her parents house. She was shaking. 'I can't believe he kissed me,' she thought and touched her lips. 'Where did he learn to kiss like that? Well, duh, Willow, one hundred and some odd year old vampire…of course he can kiss. But, he's evil, and I kissed him back! Oh no, what am I going to do?'
Willow was lost in her thoughts. Not a good thing in Sunnydale. She didn't notice someone was following her.
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