Title: Dreams of Death
Author: Kylia
Email: kylia_bug@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don't know.
Rating: NC-17 - eventually
Spoilers: Wild At Heart, Lover's Walk, Graduation Day.
Category: Willow/Spike
Summary: Fate has brought Willow & Spike together… or has it?
Distribution: Fire & Ice Of Sire & Childe, anyone else, ask, and you shall receive
Author's Notes: Something new. Takes place Early Season 4; Spike was never captured by the Initiative; There are some references to a friendship between W/A friendship from season 3.
Dedication: To my girls; Kaitelynn.

Angel climbed out of his car wearily. He had just dropped Cordelia off at her house after several hours of research, followed by several hours of searching for a particular breed of demon that had appeared in Cordelia's vision of Willow. They had come up empty on both counts.

Angel had called Giles' to see if he had any relevant information, only to find out that as far as he could tell, nothing was wrong. Angel wasn't so quick to dismiss the knowing in his gut, which told him otherwise. He wanted to discuss the potential problems with Spike, but he had gone on Patrol with Buffy and her Commando, so he would have to wait.

It was situations like this, which had led him to sending Spike Sunnydale in the first place. Something was wrong. He could feel it. It didn't matter that everything seemed fine. It wasn't. Spike knew how he thought. He knew about things, which even the watcher had no grasp of.

Thinking about his childe, he smiled as he recalled Spike's reaction to returning to Sunnydale. He seemed to have mixed emotions. About what exactly, he wouldn't say. But it was apparent that there was something in Sunnydale he both wanted, and wanted to avoid. He wondered what it could be, or if it was a *what* at all.

Angel shook his head at the thoughts, which seemed to plague his exhausted mind. The moment he entered the office he felt the presence of another. He searched the darkness, searching for the intruder, and almost laughed out loud at the irony.

Willow, was sleeping on the couch in the office. He had spent a good portion of the evening trying to gain information on Willow's activities, only to find her snuggled on his couch. Why was she there? He wondered. Just as he was about to wake her, Willow's eyes snapped open, and she shot off of the couch. She looked around the room wildly, as if trying to determine where she was.

"Willow?" Angel asked approaching her.

Willow's eyes darted around the room nervously. "A…Angel?" When her eyes settled on him, she smiled in relief. "Thank Goddess!" She launched herself at the vampire and hugged him tightly.

"Willow? What is it? What's wrong?"

Willow sat down on the couch. "Something is wrong." She told him quietly. "I've been having these dreams. I think they're a warning." She looked into his eyes. "I think they're real."

Willow began to explain her dreams to Angel. When she had finished, Angel sat in silence, contemplating everything she had said.

Finally Angel spoke, "Are you sure they aren't just dreams?"

Willow shook her head vehemently. "Angel, I can feel things in these dreams. What it's like to drain the life out of someone. Feel their blood, as it surges through my veins. The power, the hunger, the need."

She turned to Angel, her green eyes boring into brown. There's something else. It's Spike." Angel looked at her sharply, wondering what he had to do with her dreams.

"He's been in the last few dreams." She paused, not sure how to say what she was thinking. "I think he's having the dreams too."

Angel's response what interrupted by the telephone ringing. He sat there in stunned silence for a moment, before answering.

"Hello?"

"Peaches? Watcher said you rang." Spike's accented voice came through the other end.

"I need you to come here. There's trouble." Angel spoke into the line seriously.

"Bloody Hell! Do I look like your personal slave? You don't own me." Spike snapped.

Angel stepped a little further away from Willow and spoke quietly into the phone, knowing Spike could still hear him. "Willow's here. I think she's in trouble. You both are."

Angel heard a click on the other end before he had finished speaking. He hung up the phone silently, knowing his childe would come. He had been sure when he had told him. He hadn't been sure of much of anything since Willow had shown up. He didn't know what Willow's dreams were about, if they were about anything. He didn't know what her dreams had to do with Cordelia's vision, and he didn't know how Spike fit in. But the one thing he had learned, was that whatever was going on involved both his favorite childe, and his close friend.

"Angel?" Willow spoke suddenly, bringing Angel out of his silent thoughts.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

"If… if these dreams are a sign of what's to come… I don't want to become a killer."

"That's not going to happen. We'll stop this." He told her, hoping he sounded more convinced than he felt.

"And if we can't? What then? Stake me? Could you do that? Could Buffy?"

Angel ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. We'll think of something."

Willow stood up abruptly and made her way to the computer. She tapped on the keys for several moments before going to her bag and fishing out a yellow floppy disk. She returned to the computer and inserted the disk.

"Willow? What are you doing?"

Willow's eyes were concentrated on the computer screen. "The curse. Maybe I can alter it." She looked up at him. "Just in case."

"In case of what?" Spike strolled into the office.

Willow froze. Flashes of her dreams coming back to her. Her heartbeat sped up. It was pounding so hard, she was sure they could hear it.

Spike looked over to the desk, where Willow was hunched over the computer. If he'd had breath, he would have held it. She looked so beautiful, standing there. Her cheeks flushed, heart pounding wildly in her chest. She called to him. He wanted her, desperately. Something inside of him screamed for him to take her, mind, body and soul.

He stalked towards her predatorily. She was staring at him with this look in her. One he had never seen on her, not even in his dreams.

Willow walked out from behind the desk, meeting his gaze. At that moment the world ceased to exist. Nothing was real, except for the two of them. She no longer cared about the dreams; she only wanted the reality. She only wanted him.

Angel watched in stunned silence as his childe and his friend melded together with unspent passion. It took him several seconds before he could shake himself loose from the shock. But as soon as he did, me made his way between the couple, separating them.

He pushed Spike away and growled warningly. Turning back to Willow he spoke. "Willow, are you alright?"

Willow could vaguely here Angel's voice speaking to her. It sounded very far away. Her eyes were glued to Spikes. She could her own desire mirrored in his ice blue orbs.

"Willow!"

Angel's harsh tone refocused her attention. She turned to the dark-haired vampire. "Hmm?" She blinked, her brain losing some of the fogginess, which seemed to envelop it. "What happened?"

Angel ran a hand through his hair and sighed needlessly. He turned towards Spike, who was still staring at Willow, his blue eyes, trailing over her form lustily.

"Spike, go downstairs." He spoke quietly. When Spike didn't move, he snarled. "Now!"

Angel's demand seeped into Spikes mind. He looked at his sire, and saw the warning in his dark eyes. Shaking his head loose from the images of Willow, he turned and headed to the elevator. He didn't know what had come over him. But the moment he had entered the office, and seen her, something had seemed to drive him, control him.

He flopped down on Angel's couch and closed his eyes. He needed some sleep. He hadn't gotten any in several hours. It had been an exhausting day, and he had been ready to crawl into bed when Angel had demanded he come to Los Angeles. Not that he would have refused, at least not if Willow was in danger.

He closed his eyes and let sleep claim him. That's when the dreams came. But these dreams were different than all of the others. These dreams weren't about the present. They weren't about the Willow who sat upstairs with his sire. These dreams were about the future. These dreams were about the Willow that would be. The Willow he would make.

"Angel, what's going on?" She asked nervously. "I don't know who I am anymore. What am I becoming?"

"I don't know." He told her honestly. "But whatever is happening, is happening to you both." He sighed uselessly. "Work on that spell. I'll be back." He grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked curiously.

Angel stopped and turned around. "To find some answers."

Angel entered the underground cavern below the post office. He hoped the oracles would have answers to his questions. He hoped that they would give him those answers.

After performing the small little ritual, Angel closed his eyes. When he opened them, he found himself in the hall he had visited on three previous occasions.

"What have you brought us?" The female oracle asked.

Angel held up his offering. A crystalline bird. It would act as a prism when held up to the light.

The female oracle smiled as the offering flew into her waiting hand. "You seek knowledge." She looked at the bird carefully. "Like this, you wish to know that is. But also like this, you will never see it all."

Angel looked at her in confusion. Trying to understand the oracles was often a difficult task.

"I need to know what is happening to my friends"

The male oracle took a step closer. "Your needs do not concern us."

"She walks the path of darkness, though she is light." The female smiled.

"They will be warriors for our cause." The male oracle spoke.

"Her dreams, how do I stop them? How do I keep them from coming true."

The female laughed while the male spoke again, his voice harsh. "You cannot stop what is to come."

"What is, is meant to be." She spoke soothingly.

"Are you saying that she is supposed to become a vampire? A demon? I won't accept that."

"You have no say in the path that has been chosen." The male waved Angel away.

"You may however, guide her to the peace you seek." The female told him. "She is on the right path. Help her, and her soul shall not be lost."

Before Angel had a chance to form another question he found himself outside once more.

He ran back to his office. If what the oracles said was true, there was nothing he could do. Willow would become a vampire, a demon, like him. But there was still a chance he could save her.

Spike felt it the moment Angel had left. He found himself drawn to the office. He knew she was there, waiting for him. He rode up in the elevator, contemplating what was happening to him. He was beyond the point of caring. His dreams had plagued him for so long, haunted his days. He wanted them to stop. He wanted his sleep to be peaceful. But more than that, he wanted her. She consumed his every thought.

As he walked out of the elevator, he could feel her calling to him, beckoning him to her. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, he could sense it. Whatever was happening was beyond their control.

He watched her as he entered the office. She was working on the computer. She was typing something. After several seconds he heard the printer start up. She looked up at him, her green eyes boring into his. Their depths held the answers to questions he hadn't thought to ask. They were drawn to one another, their bodies screaming for contact.

Willow approached him with desire in her eyes. She pressed her body firmly against his, devouring his mouth with her tongue. She closed her eyes as she felt his lips pull away from her mouth and descent down her throat. She felt a slight shiver as he licked at her neck. She felt him pierce her flesh and gripped his body tighter to her own, silently begging him to continue.

Spike drank the nectar from her body, only vaguely away of what he was doing. All reason had left him. All coherent thought was gone. All that was left was the feel of her in his arms, the taste of blood sliding down his throat, the scent of her arousal as he drained her life away.

When he had nearly drained her dry, he pulled his fangs from her throat. Surprisingly, she wasn't weak. She attached herself to his throat, just as if she knew what was to happen next. She bit his savagely with her blunt teeth. Hard enough to break the skin. She sucked his blood into her mouth, as if it was second nature. She drank hungrily from him, until he gently pulled her away.

Willow looked into his eyes as she licked her lips. She smiled lazily as him and spoke softly before she slipped into slumber. "Goodnight."

Her body became limp in his arms and he picked her up and carried her down to Angel's apartment. He laid her gently down on the bed and watched her sleep. It wasn't until he had been staring at her for several minutes, watching her skin pale ever so slightly, that he realized what he had done.

He paced around the room frantically, trying to figure out what had possessed him to take her life, to make her like him, a killer. She was so much more than that. He couldn't find the answers. He didn't know why he had done what he had done, he only knew that he had, and now she was his, for eternity, and it somehow seemed… right.

The moment Angel entered the office, he knew something was wrong. He could feel it. He noticed that the computer printer was spiting out page after page of something, but Willow was nowhere to be seen.

He ran down to his apartment, fearing gripping him at the thought of what could have happened. When he entered the living room, he found Spike pacing around wildly.

"What happened?" He demanded.

Spike stopped and looked at Angel, confusion in his eyes. "I don't know."

Angel pushed past him and into the bedroom. He saw Willow lying motionless on the bed. She appeared to be dead, but he knew that wasn't the case. He turned towards he closet and started rummaging through his things. "Spike, come here." He yelled. "Help me with these."

Spike entered the closet and saw his sire pulling out a set of chains. He helped carry them over to the bed. Spike secured Willows arms while Angel concentrated on her legs.

"Make sure they're tight." Angel reminded him. Spike nodded but said nothing.

When they were finished, Angel checked the restraints. Satisfied they were secure, he turned to Spike. "How much did you give her?"

Spike searched his mind for the answer. Everything was so hazy. "Enough." He spoke through clenched teeth as he walked back out into the living room and sat on the couch.

Angel sat across from him in a chair. He watched him carefully. Spike seemed to be really upset by the latest turn of events. It was clear to Angel that he had had no control over the events. He was just as confused, if not more so, as Willow had been.

"I'm sorry." The words were so softly spoken, Angel almost didn't hear them.

"It's not your fault." Angel told him.

Spike looked up sharply. "Peaches, in case you missed it, I killed her." There was sorrow in his eyes.

Angel moved to the couch next to Spike. "I know, but this wasn't something you could control."

Spike looked questioningly at his sire. "You found something out?"

Angel sighed needlessly and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I saw the oracles. From what I could gather, this was supposed to happen. They mentioned something about you joining their fight. Both of you."

"Bloody Hell, Peaches." He stood up and started pacing around the room. "Why do they have to include me in this shit?"

Angel shrugged. Spike turned back towards the couch. "Why chain her?"

Angel stood and headed towards the elevator. Spike followed. As they rode up to the office, Angel explained. "She was working on altering my curse. If she finished, we could use it on her."

"Curse her with a soul?" Spike asked cautiously.

Angel stared at Spike, trying to understand how Spike felt about this. "Do you want her soulless?" When Spike didn't answer he spoke again. "You love her." It was a statement, not a question. "Like she is… was."

Spike slowly nodded. It wasn't something he had admitted, even to himself, but it was true. He had fallen in love with her. She had always intrigued him, from the moment he had first seen her, but through his glimpse of her life in his dreams, he had fallen in love with her. She consumed him. And although fancied keeping her with him for an eternity, he loved who she was, not some sadistic murderous version of her.

"Will it work?" He asked quietly.

Angel left the elevator and headed to the computer. He tore off the printed sheets. He looked them over, but they didn't make much sense to him. He headed towards the phone and started dialing. As he waited for someone to answer, he turned to Spike.

"We won't know until we try."




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