(Fourteenth in the Paradise Series)
Name: Bitch Willow
Email Address: bitch_willow@willowymail.zzn.com
Classification: W/S
Disclaimer: Don’t own Willow, don’t own Spike, don’t own…well, you get the point. I own no one from BTVS. The song is "Freak On A Leash" by Korn.
Summary: Willow is still at Spike’s apartment.
Author’s Note: Takes place during WAH, after Will finds Oz with Veruca. Only Spike is there. (sound of peals of evil laughter)
Something takes a part of me
You and I were meant to be
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me…
Groaning, Spike threw a hand out at his alarm clock, turning it off as quickly as possible. He’d put it on the radio setting, but he had hoped something quiet would come on…something that wouldn’t wake the redhead beside him.
He was lucky, though. She was still sleeping peacefully beside him, wrapped in his arms. Her eyelashes fluttered on her cheeks, and he lips were pouty, swollen by sleep. He brushed a strand of crimson hair out of her face and thought the morning over.
***
Something takes a part of me
Something lost and never seen
Every time I start to believe
Something’s raped and taken from me…
After she had collapsed in his arms, he had drawn her slowly into his home with soft noises and kisses on the top of her head, which had been pressed into his neck. He had sat her on the couch, supplying her with tissues and a cup of cold water, and asked her what happened.
"Well," she’d sniffled after wiping at the tears pouring from her eyes, "I went down to the crypt, where Oz spends the full moons, and…I saw…" A new wave of tears overcame her, and Spike reached for her hand, his concern showing in his eyes.
"It’s all right, baby. You don’t have to go on if you don’t want to."
Willow looked at him strangely. "Why do you keep calling me baby?"
He ducked his head, avoiding her shiny green eyes. "I…do you want me to stop?"
"No," she said quietly. "Anyway, I went down there to give him breakfast, and she was there. The bitch." Her voice was angry, hard. "And I mean that in the literal sense. He said he had no choice. That she would have hurt someone. It was better for him to hurt me? Dammit, I loved him." Almost in a whisper, "He could have told me."
Her voice was low and hurt, almost childlike. Her sentences were jumping all over the place, and no wonder. < That fucking bastard. I’d like to rip his dick off, make sure it doesn’t get him into trouble again. > Although it hurt him to hear that she l…loved the wolf, he just wanted her happy. That was all.
"What are you going to do?" he asked quietly.
She looked up at him, her eyes lacking their usual fire. That scared him. This thing really had her mind-fucked. The prick. "I don’t know. Can I go to sleep?"
He smiled softly at her, his heart aching. His mind blown at the thought of her in his bed. "S’in there," he said, pointing to his bedroom.
She grabbed his hand, then looked up at him shyly. "I meant, with you."
His throat was suddenly closed, dry, but he managed to say, "Alright." She led him into the bedroom.
***
Feeling like a freak on a leash
Feeling like I have no release
How many times have I felt diseased
Nothing in my life is free…
That was how he had ended up in his bed with the most beautiful woman in the world. That was why she was curled up in his arms, for warmth, for comfort.
They hadn’t…slept together, although every inch of his body, including his demon, was urging him to take her, claim her. She was exhausted, for one thing, both emotionally and physically. And even if they had slept together, he knew it would just be revenge. To get back at Oz. And with Willow, he wanted more than that.
< Bloody poof, > he thought to himself with a grin. The girl in his arms began to stretch and yawn. She turned to Spike, and her eyes opened sleepily. "Hi Spike," she whispered shyly.
"Hi pet."
Suddenly, her grin began to fade. "It really happened, didn’t it?" she said softly, searching his blue eyes for comfort.
He nodded, his own smile dimming on his carved cheeks. "Yeh, pet." He sat up, drawing his arm away from her shoulders. Throwing a false grin on his face, he stretched his arms. "So, what’s the deal, pet? You dumping the wolf, or moving onto greener pastures?"
She raised her hand to softly touch his chin. "And are you greener pastures?"
Spike closed his eyes, seeing, even in his mind, her beautiful face. Even with Dru it hadn’t hurt this much. He cleared his throat for no reason other than to avoid speaking. "Uh," he managed at last, "I don’t know. I meant what I said though, Willow," he continued, looking into her eyes. She nodded.
"I know. It’s just…" she shook her head, getting out of his bed and pacing the room, pushing short red strands of hair behind her ears. He felt a rush of cold enter the space she had once filled on the bed, echoing the void he felt inside him.
"I know," he said quietly, turning on his side to continue looking at her. "You love Dog-Boy."
She smiled softly, painfully. "Yeah," she said dryly, "I love Dog-Boy. I just don’t think he loves me."
"He’s crazy if he doesn’t. Besides, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s in love with you."
"Then he shouldn’t have fucked some other girl." He had never heard such a cold tone in her voice. Although he hated seeing her in so much pain, the demon in him delighted in her response, the tone.
Spike nodded noncommittally. Then he got out of bed. "Well, what time is it, luv?"
She looked at her watch. "Five-fifteen."
"When’s sunset?" he asked, going to stand beside her. She looked up at him with her sad eyes, and he ached for her.
"Twenty minutes."
He nodded. "Got any ideas?"
A look came over Willow’s face slowly. Spike didn’t like it. It reflected all the anger, all the pain she was feeling, and none of her usual mercy and weakness for cute little fuzzy things…including her cute, fuzzy little boyfriend.
"We’re gonna do a little spell," she said finally, echoing his words from last year. Spike nodded coldly. She was hurt, and rebounding, and whatever spell she was planning to do to her little bugger of a boyfriend had to be horrible.
But the bastard deserved it.
"Lets do it."
Sometimes I cannot take this place
Sometimes it’s my life I can’t taste
Sometimes I cannot feel my face
You’ll never see me fall from grace…
THE END