Shadows in the Night: Chapter 7
by claudia6913
Title: Shadows in the Night
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Joss and Co. do.
Distribution: NHA, SoG, resoulmates, and anyone else I post to. Others just ask.
Summary: Spike confronts Willow about the dreams. They try to figure out a plan to find out what they are, and what to do about them.
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Chapter 7
Spike stomped out his cigarette and jumped off Willow's balcony. He had come back to see Willow but she was asleep. Instead he just listened to her heart beat and her softly whispering his name. It was starting to make him wonder about the chit. This was the second time he'd heard her say his name in her sleep, and not in a 'he's gonna kill me' way either.
Spike headed for his crypt. The sun would be up soon and he needed some blood. Just being around Willow had made his demon cry even harder for it. He got in his crypt, tossed his duster over the recliner, grabbed a bag of blood, and bit into it. His demon only slightly sated, he groaned and laid down on his old mattress to sleep.
Sleep, however, was not being friendly. Spike decided to get up and watch some TV. Grabbing his duster he rooted around in the pockets looking for his cigarettes and lighter. He found a small book. The diary he had taken from Willow's dorm room. He had forgotten all about it.
Instead of television Spike settled down for a good read. Most of the diary contained the normal teenage stuff. Hot boys, which Spike was surprised to see him and Angel listed, school, friends…the usual.
Spike continued flipping through the diary, stopping every now and then when a particular entry caught his eye. He finally got to the passages of the past few weeks. She'd been having dreams. Dreams that sounded a lot like what he was experiencing. She had seen the same shadowy figures. The same elusive kisses and touches that left her wanting more. 'What the bloody hell is going on,' he wondered. 'Red and I are going to have to have a serious talk. As soon as the Slayer leaves her alone for more then two soddin' minutes.'
There were a few other passages that had peaked Spike's interest. Especially the one about the Vampire Willow from an alternate universe. Spike closed his eyes and pictured the innocent redhead in the leather outfit, about which Willow had gone into great detail about in the diary.
Spike slipped easily into sleep with thoughts of a leather clad Willow dancing in his head.
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"Spike, look, you have to see this."
"Red?" Spike asked. He looked around for her and saw her standing in a clearing near a stone table. She was radiant in the moonlight. Her red hair was shoulder length, not as long as he liked it but beautiful none the less. Her hair was set off by her milk white skin and the white flowing dress she was wearing. It was simple, but so like his Red. It looked dazzling on her, all trimmed in green, the same color of her eyes. It caught in the wind in all the right places. He didn't move, he was so enthralled with the image of her. Almost like a nymph she was.
"Come on, Spike. Come see what's in store for us," she said, motioning him to come closer.
He started to tentatively walk towards her, ever the cautious vampire, he searched the surroundings with his senses.
"Luv, what's all this about? Why'd you bring me here?" He was a little apprehensive. She was his Red, but not somehow. He couldn't describe it. Something was just ... off about her, and the place.
He came closer, eying her carefully. She was grinning broadly and looking at him with those huge eyes. He got close enough to a stone table, that was in the middle of the clearing, to see what was on it.
"Oi, what's going on? A spell?"
"Shh, don't worry. It'll be great. I promise," she moved closer to him and brushed her hand along his cheek, then moved in to kiss him lightly on the lips.
Spike automatically deepened the kiss, running his tongue along the inside of her mouth, memorizing every detail, just in case. When he finally opened his eyes he was back in his crypt.
'What the bloody hell was that?' Spike wondered. The sun had come up a while ago. He laid back down and thought about the most recent installment of the dream. Something wasn't right. Usually he could tell when he was in a dream, except that time. That time it had seemed so real. So... vivid. Everything had been normal like he had actually been there, except for the witch. She was herself, but...not. However, there was nothing he could do about it right now. He'd have to wait until sundown to go see Red.
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Willow was just getting up from a nap. Xander had had Anya come over last night to help watch Willow. In the morning they had made her breakfast and made sure she had everything she needed until Buffy was out of class. Buffy was coming over later to check on her.
Anya had told Willow to get plenty of sleep, take bubble baths, and eat ice cream (the chocolate kind) because she’d read somewhere that's what females do in this situation. Well, Willow had taken her up on the nap. Now it was time for the bubble bath.
She filled the tub with hot water and lavender scented oils. Willow also lit a few candles she had sitting around, to complete the whole relaxing atmosphere. Then she disrobed and climbed in. She moaned in pleasure. The bath was just what she needed.
Willow heard Buffy come in just as she got out of the tub.
"Wills?" Buffy called.
"In the bathroom. I'll be down in a minute," Willow called back down to her. She dressed quickly and went down to see her friend.
"Hey, Buff. How was class today?" Willow said smiling.
"Only you, Willow, would get excited about learning what happened in class while you were gone," Buffy said rolling her eyes.
"Did you bring the notes?" Willow asked, ignoring her friends jibe.
"Yes, be grateful. Professor Walsh nearly had me give a complete account of your attack and all details surrounding it."
"Oh," Willow said worriedly, "You didn't, umm...tell her about Spike, did you?"
"What, and try to explain why I haven't brought Hostile 17 in yet? No way Wills!"
"Speaking of Spike, have you seen him lately?" Willow asked tentatively, keeping her focus on the papers Buffy had handed her.
"No, not since the day I found you in his crypt. Why? What's going on?" Buffy asked, concerned.
"Nothing. I just, well, I wanted to thank him, for, you know, saving my life. He didn't have to you know, but he did and I'm grateful. Maybe I should get him something as a 'Thank You' gift or a card. I wonder..."
"Uh, Wills? Are you sure you're ok?" Buffy asked. She was concerned about her friend. This wasn't her usual Willow behavior. Well, ok, admittedly the babbling and the concern for the 'Thank You' gift was pure Willow, but the concern for Spike? Buffy wasn't sure she liked that.
"I'm fine, Buffy. I should really get some of this homework done," Willow said, trying to change the subject.
"You need anything else?"
"No, I’m good. Thanks again."
"No problem! If you need anything don't forget to call Xander or Giles. I've got a date with Riley before patrol. We'll stop by then to check on you, ok?"
"Sure, thanks." Willow sighed as Buffy left.
Willow wiled away the hours by watching TV, cleaning the house, and eating dinner. Giles stopped by once to make sure she was alright. He'd brought her some books too. 'Just to pass the time,' he'd said. She was grateful. So, after everything was set for the night Willow grabbed the books and headed to her room for some reading in bed.
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