Shadows in the Night: Chapter 5
by claudia6913
Title: Shadows in the Night
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S
Summary: Willow and Spike are having dreams. Can they firgure out why?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Joss, ME, and all of those lucky people do.
Distribution: NHA, SoG, redsoulmates, willsvamps, and anyone I post to, others just ask
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Chapter 5
'She kissed me,' Spike thought. 'What the bloody hell was that all about? I never would have done that if it wasn't for those bloody dreams. Maybe I should go talk to her. Explain that I didn't mean it.'
Spike changed directions, going to Willows dorm instead of his crypt.
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"Stupid vampire with his stupid lips kissing me, and those stupid dreams making me want to kiss the stupid vampire back," Willow babbled aloud to herself. "How does he do that? It's gotta be the duster. Maybe it's enchanted because I've never seen a duster billow like it does on him. And those eyes, they're lethal. All icy blue and cold. But, they weren't cold after we kissed. Ugh, get a hold of yourself Willow."
Willow was so entrenched in her thoughts that she barely heard the twig break behind her. Before she could even turn around to see what it was, an arm grabbed her around the neck and a hand went on her mouth.
"Hey there, Sweetie," the vamp sneered and turned her head for a bite.
'Oh no,' Willow thought. 'Stupid me going out like this, now I'm gonna die.' Willow struggled and looked around for a stick to float into the vamp attached to her neck, but he was drinking too quickly. She was going to pass out. She looked up when she heard a loud roar. "Spike," Willow whispered then fainted.
The vampire looked up, saw Spike and promptly dropped Willow, ready to fight. Spike wasted no time in getting the vampire. He was enraged.
"Never..." punch "touch..." punch "her," stake.
"Red," Spike said as he hurried over to Willow’s limp form on the ground. He listened for a heartbeat. It was there slow but strong. 'She'll live,' he thought. 'Where to take her, though. Can't go to her dorm, not with the Slayer there. Giles wouldn't like me walking in with her like this. I can't bloody well take her to her house. No invite.'
A decision made Spike headed to his crypt. She was still unconscious when he placed her gently on the old mattress. He quickly grabbed a rag and a bottle of whiskey and knelt next to Willow. The bite looked chewed. Spike stared at the little bit of blood that was still seeping from the wound. Without thinking about it Spike bent down and ran his tongue along the bite.
Cinnamon, heat, untapped power, and innocence were infused in her blood. It assaulted Spike, making him gently suck on the bite mark to make more blood come to the surface.
A small moan escaped Willow's lips as she slowly regained conscious-ness. She slowly opened her eyes and took in her strange surroundings and noticed something licking her neck.
"Eeep!" Willow screeched and jumped up as she noticed who was licking her neck. She swooned from standing up to quick. Spike was by her side in a second and gently set her on one of the caskets.
"Pet, you can't get up like that," Spike said.
"Spike...wha?" Willow fell unconscious, again, and Spike caught her, setting her back on the mattress.
He started methodically cleaning the wound with the whiskey-soaked towel. 'Stupid bint,' he thought. 'Walking alone at night in Sunnyhell. She's smarter then that. What the bloody hell was she thinking?'
After he finished cleaning her wound he checked the rest of her for injuries. Spotting nothing but a few bruises and scratches, he laid a blanket over her and laid down. He watched her sleep. The slow movement of her chest as she breathed. The fluttering of her lashes. He entwined his fingers in her hair. 'Blood red hair,' he mused.
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"Giles? Where's Willow?" Buffy asked frantically over the phone.
"Buffy? What? Willow isn't there with you?"
"No, I came in this morning and her bed hasn't been slept in. She didn't go to class. I called her parents house and didn't get an answer. Giles, I don't know where she is. She didn't leave a message. This isn't like her," Buffy ranted.
"No, no it isn't. She was here yesterday afternoon. She was looking for Spike--"
Buffy cut him off, "Spike! I should have known. That's it. No more Mrs. Nice Slayer." She hung up the phone, grabbed Mr. Pointy and headed for Spike's crypt. Buffy fumed all the way.
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Spike was lying next to Willow listening to her heartbeat when he felt the Slayer approach. He hopped out of bed and grabbed a cigarette. He was pacing when she burst in.
"Where is she, Spike?"
"Oi, Slayer, keep it down. Who the bloody hell are you talking about?" Spike asked raising an eyebrow. 'Bloody Slayer,' Spike thought, 'come barging in here like she owns the place. Should just leave me and my Red alone.'
"You know who I mean. Willow. Where is she? What did you do to her?" Buffy advanced on him, stake in hand.
"What makes you think I did anything? Not that I could anyways."
Buffy spotted Willow on the old mattress and went to her. "What did you do, Spike?"
"Nothing for bloody once. I found her. She was attacked. Brought her here and cleaned her up."
"Why didn't you bring her to Giles or me? Why bring her to your crypt. And the answer better be good or I'm bustin’ out the dust pan."
"Crypt was closer and sunup was soon," Spike said irritably. "Y'know Slayer I saved your friend, which is more then I can say for you right now."
"Whatever, Spike," Buffy said and turned her attention to Willow. "Willow? Wills?"
"She isn't waking up anytime soon, Slayer, so you might as well carry the bloody chit home," Spike said. He lit up a cigarette and walked over to his TV. He was making an effort to ignore the Slayer and the warm little redhead she was picking up. He wanted to tend to her. Hell, he wanted to taste more of her. Not just the blood, although that had been bloody magnificent, but all of her.
Buffy muttered a half hearted "Whatever," picked Willow up and walked out with her.
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Buffy got to Willow's house soon after she left Spike's. Willow hadn't come to yet but she was making small noises. 'That's a good sign right,' Buffy thought. She searched through the girl’s pockets looking for a key and finding one. Buffy opened the door and placed Willow on the couch. She stood there looking at Willow for a moment. Guilt was threatening, but her fury at Spike overwhelmed her. Buffy went into action.
Buffy decided to call Giles first and get him to come over to help her. Then she would clean Willow's neck and try to get her to wake up and eat something.
"Giles, I need you to come to Willow's house. She was attacked. I found her at Spike's. She's unconscious," Buffy said in a rush.
"Oh dear. All right Buffy, I'll be there at once," Giles said and hung up.
Buffy searched the bathroom for some rubbing alcohol, gauze, and antiseptic ointment to treat Willow's bite. She had just finished taping the gauze when she heard Giles knocking on the door.
"Giles. And Xander. Come in," Buffy hugged each of them and showed them to Willow who was lying on the couch.
Xander rushed to his best friend. "Wills? Oh my God. What happened? Is she going to be ok? Shouldn't we take her to the hospital?"
"No," Willow rasped. Her throat was dry. "Water."
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