Bloody Kisses

Title: Bloody Kisses (Prologue/?)
Author: Charity A.K.A. BOB1
Email: charibob@aol.com
Rating: Right now about PG-13 but it is MOST DEFINITELY going to go into NC-17 eventually.
Summary: Willow gets vamped. Spike gets involved.
Disclaimer: The BtVS characters etc. don't' belong to me. They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and anyone else who owns the rights. I'm not making any money off this so please don't sue me.
Distribution: You want it? Let me know and it's yours.
Spoilers: Set after the third season and may possibly get some fourth season references once I actually see some of the fourth season.
Feedback: Loved. Adored. Pretty please?
Authors note: This has nothing to do with the Goddess? series or Forever (both of which have NOT been abandoned and will be continued as soon as I figure out where I'm going with them.)
Thoughts are denoted in [ ]

Prologue

Willow walked aimlessly in a fog of depression. Oz, her cute, sweet, sometimes furry little musician with the ever changing hair, had dumped her. He said that it just wasn't working out anymore. That she had changed too much from the girl he had fallen in love with. [Of course I changed! Everybody changes! It's called growing up. And he changes too. At least my changes don't require cages and tranquilizers!] she thought bitterly to herself.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to notice the sun setting behind her. Not that she would have cared anyway. She couldn't remember having felt this depressed before. Not even the last time Oz had broken up with her after that mess with Xander. At least that time, she had hopes that eventually he would forgive her and she also had Buffy to talk to. Now she didn't even have that. Buffy was still in major angst mode over Angel and didn't have the energy or inclination to deal with other people's heartache. Not that Willow could blame her, not after getting her own dose of angst. But still, it would have been nice to have someone to talk to. [Can't talk to Buffy. Somehow I don't think she'd understand anyway, especially now. After all, she just lost her star-crossed soul mate. All I lost was a boyfriend. Can't talk to Xander. He's a guy. Guys just don't understand stuff like this. He'd probably pat me on the head, say 'that's too bad' then offer me a cookie. Can't talk to Cordelia. She hates me, not that I blame her. I did a bad horrible thing to her and she has every right to hate me. Anyway, she's in LA. Can't talk to Amy. She's a rat and somehow I doubt that the rat perspective is going to help me feel better. Can't talk to Giles. He's a guy too. Plus he's tweedy. Really can't talk to Angel. Not only is he a guy, but he's also going through the whole 'lost my soulmate' thing, which makes my pain look trivial by comparison. And he's in LA too. And even when he was here, it's not like we ever had any serious heart to heart conversations. In fact, we never really had *any* conversations beyond 'where's Buffy?' so that counts him out. I need more friends. Or at least friends who aren't guys or rats or in serious depression mode or hate me. Goddess. I'm pathetic. No wonder Oz dumped me.]

Lost in her own personal misery, Willow failed to hear the footsteps behind her until it was too late. By the time Willow was aware of anything, the vampire already had one arm around her in a death grip and his other hand was tangled in her hair at the back of her head, yanking her head to the side and baring her throat to him. The last thing Willow heard before he sank his fangs into her was "Aren't you a cute little thing? Think I'll keep you."

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Pain.

Blackness.

Hunger.

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There was no question of who she was, *what* she was. Awareness of her new state of being was instantaneous. She welcomed the change, embraced it. She found it hard to believe that she had ever feared becoming one with a demon. She could feel her newfound senses reaching out, exploring her surroundings and reveling in her new status.

This was freedom.

This was power.

And Willow wanted more.

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An hour later....

Willow paced the room. She didn't have any other options. She was locked in. She spent a few minutes poking through the few belongings in the room, trying to learn something about her imprisioner, who she assumed was also her sire. There wasn't much to see. the furniture consisted of a bed a cheap dresser and an alarm clock. The closet and dresser drawers were nearly empty, containing only a few sets of clothing mostly in reds and blacks [How stereotypical!] and nothing else. [Bored! Bored bored bored boredboredboredbored! Now I know why the other vampire me went on a reign of terror. At least it was something to do. I'll have to follow her example. But I'm going to do it the right way. The way that *won't* get me captured by the slayer. But first I need to get out of this stupid boring little room.]

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later.....

She was shedding her absent sire's clothing. She wasn't actually ripping into it, she was just pulling out a thread here and a thread there [Here a thread, there a thread, everywhere a thread thread] At the rate she was going, there would be no useable clothing left by dawn, and yet each article would pass a casual inspection. She looked forward to seeing his reaction when his clothing fell apart around him.

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later.....

The hunger was intense. For a time she had been able to ignore it but her ability to suppress it was gone.

[I'm sinking my fangs into the first thing that comes through that door. I don't care who or what it is.] Willow was growing angrier and hungrier by the second. [Where the hell is my sire anyway? I don't get it. What's the point of turning me and then locking me up to starve? This is senseless. And stupid. And there is no way that I'm going to allow this to happen ever again.] she vowed.

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later.....

The sound of a key turning in the lock alerted Willow to her sire's entrance. Her first reaction to her maker was [Truly unremarkable. I can't believe this piece of *nothing* managed to catch me. I can't believe that I didn't fry him when he first grabbed me. After all, I'm supposed to be a witch. What kind of witch would allow herself to be turned by _this_. Why couldn't I have gotten a powerful sire? Someone worthwhile to spend eternity, or at least a few months with?]

"Well, I see my new childe is awake. Welcome to eternity, my dear."

Internally she seethed in fury. Outwardly she wore an awed expression. [How cliched can he get?] She walked up to him and in her most innocent voice she whispered into his ear "Thank you. I'm hungry now. Can I eat?"

"All in good time, my dear. All in good time. First I think you need to prove that I made the right choice to keep you." he said as he pulled her closer to him.

Willow started nibbling on his ear as she ran her hands up and down his torso. He began to moan in anticipation. [Well, it's obvious that he never gets any. Why oh why did I get stuck with this pathetic lump for a sire? And what idiot would have turned this moron to begin with?] Willow's hands moved lower as her mouth began to give attention to his neck. His moans grew louder when her hands reached his jeans. [Jeez. It's like there's nothing there.] Willow mused as her hands roamed. [No wonder he never gets any!]

After a few moments of this, Willow was sick of the game. She sank her fangs into his neck and drained him dry.

As the dust began to settle, Willow walked out of the room and into the night, eager to explore the countless possibilities that her new existence gave her.

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Part 1

A voice filled with disbelief cut through the night.

"Spike???"

Hearing his name, Spike turned around warily. His last little trip to this slice of the hellmouth had resulted in some of his former minions turning on him and while the fight was fun; he really didn't want to have to relive the experience, at least not yet. He did have a job to do after all.

The other vampire stepped out of the shadows and Spike relaxed. He recognized the vampire and knew he had nothing to worry about. The other vampire was one of Spike's own. He had always been fiercely loyal and he knew that there was no way that he could ever take Spike out if he had even wanted to. He was one of the few minions that Spike was sorry he had lost but with that whole fleeing for his unlife thing while trying to protect Dru and stop Angelus from awaking Acathla, Spike really didn't have the time to collect minions.

"David." The tone in his voice was both cautious and welcoming. He may have missed his old minion, but that didn't mean he was going to welcome him with open arms.

"Last I heard, you were down in Brazil. What brings you back to this neck of the woods?"

Spike studied David for a moment. Seeing nothing but curiosity in his eyes, Spike answered.

"Brazil got old real quick. Dru was nuttier than a fruitcake and I finally got sick of her whining and the misquitos were fucking horrible. The damned bugs didn't care who they ate. There are probably fifty-thousand vampire misquitos down there now. So I came back."

"Why come back here though? There's a whole big world out there."

"Well, I left too many people breathing the last time I was here. It's a mistake that I thought I'd fix."

David let out a small chuckle and replied, "Man, the Mistress is going to love you!"

'Mistress?" Spike raised an eyebrow at that. "Never thought you'd be following some chit."

'Spike," David replied quickly in a serious tone, "believe me when I tell you that the Mistress is very much not just 'some chit'. Things have been going incredibly since she took over and they're only getting better all the time."

"They can't be that much better. After all, that bloody slayer is still around."

"For the moment. The Mistress says she has the perfect way to get rid of her."

"Oh? And how's that?" Spike questioned disbelieving.

"You'll have to ask her yourself. The Mistress doesn't allow us to divulge information."

"Well then, I suppose I should meet her. Size up the competition and all that rot."

"Spike, a word of advice. Don't try to compete with the Mistress. You'll only lose. Trust me on this one."

"We'll see." Spike replied. "Well, are you going to take me to meet her or what?"

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David led Spike to an office building just outside of the city limits.

"Offices?" Spike raised an eyebrow enquiringly. "Why offices? And why out on the outskirts? That's gotta make getting home before sunrise a pain."

David turned to answer him. "We have other lairs. This is just headquarters. And why not offices? There's plenty of room, now that the Mistress had all the windows bricked up. And who's going to look for vampires in an office building? C'mon, the sun'll be up soon. Let's get inside so you can meet the Mistress.

David took Spike inside, passing several guards along the way and brought him to a tastefully decorated waiting room.

"Have a seat, I'll go tell the Mistress that you want to see her." David said.

Spike sat down on one of the black leather couches and watched David scurry through another door. He kicked up his feet on a coffee table as he waited. [Never thought I'd see David working for a woman. Then again, I never thought I'd see a female vampire who could be a master.... except maybe Darla, but she was more content to be led. But most female vamps are just made for their looks, and for the most part turn out to be brainless airheads that couldn't lead a flock of sheep let alone a town of vampires.]

David returned as Spike was musing on the intricacies of female versus vampire nature. He cleared his throat, getting Spike's attention, and when he had it, David sat down beside Spike and handed him a glass of blood.

"The Mistress is involved in something at the moment and doesn't want to be disturbed. She should be done in a few minutes though, and she told me to make sure you were fed and comfortable while you waited."

Spike rolled his eyes at that, but he decided to wait anyway. He quickly drained the glass of blood and he and David talked about old times for a few minutes until another minion hurried into the room and announced that the Mistress would see Spike now.

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David led Spike into a large, lavish room. There was a long, oak boardroom table running through the middle of the room and several expensive paintings adorned three out of four of the walls. The fourth wall, the one opposite the door, was covered by a bank of monitors. The monitors showed different scenes from Sunnydale; the library, the Bronze, the cemeteries and various other places. There was also an upraised dais closest to the bank of monitors and on the dais was an elaborate desk and a leather backed chair that was turned away from Spike and toward the monitors.

"Rather cliched, isn't it? It's like the headquarters of a bad guy from a cheesy spy movie. But hey, whatever works." A female voice floated out from the chair.

[I know that voice! Who the hell is she, and why does she sound so familiar?] Spike thought to himself as David hightailed it out of the room.

"I suppose I should say welcome back Spikey." The chair swiveled around.

"Bloody fucking hell." Spike whispered as he looked into the face of the Mistress, Willow Rosenberg.

Part 2

For the first time in his unlife, Spike was flabbergasted.

"What..when...How?" was all he could manage to get out.

Willow gave a sigh at his inane questions but then answered them anyway.

"What--vampire. You know, one of those soulless bloodsucking fiends. When--about a year ago. And as for the how... Come on Spikey. You're what? Two hundred years old, give or take a few? You should know how it's done by now."

Spike regained enough of his composure to manage to propel himself to a seat and sit down before he did something completely stupid like pass out from the shock of seeing the slayer's little friend turned evil.

Willow let out a light musical laugh at the look of complete and total disbelief on Spike's face.

"What's the matter?" She asked him, "After all, if big bad evil Spike can work for the slayer, why's it so hard to believe that sweet innocent naive little Willow could be a master?"

"It's not that, it's..... Wait a minute, what did you say? Me, working with the Slayer? Not in this bloody lifetime, or any other for that matter!"

"Oh?" Willow raised one delicate eyebrow in disbelief. "So you're telling me that Angelus was hitting himself with a crowbar during that whole Acathla incident?"

"That's different. That wasn't helping the Slayer. That was saving Dru. I wouldn't have done it otherwise. I *don't* help Slayers."

"Spikey, Spikey, Spikey." Willow leaned forward in her chair and fixed Spike with a steely glare. "I didn't get to where I am today by being stupid. I want to show you something. I found it most..... enlightening."

Willow cued something up on the monitors and turned her back on him to watch. Spike's undead heart sank into his stomach as an image came on all the monitors. A very familiar image. His own image. The camera panned back, and Spike recognized the scene. It was set in the library, about a week previously. Spike's dead heart sank somewhere into the regions of his stomach as he watched himself sparring with Buffy and then helping her up after a particularly vicious kick to the side. He then watched himself and the slayer in an animated conversation and the mutual laughter of the people on the monitors was obvious.

Willow turned back to Spike, and steepling her fingers under her chin, she regarded him with quiet intensity.

"Wasn't that sweet? Now the question arises, what exactly should I do with you?" Willow sighed theatrically. "I suppose that I should probably just kill you."

"Kill me? You? Not bloody likely! You're just a fledgling, there's no way you could take me out. Nope, I think it's rather going to be the other way around and I'll kill you instead." Spike jumped out of his chair, prepared to tear the little upstart's throat out. Or at least that was the plan. In reality, he managed to stand (barely) and swayed for a few moments before collapsing heavily into the recently vacated chair.

"Now, Spikey," Willow responded. "You can't kill me. What *would* Buffy say? Killing her best friend when there's a soul restoration spell floating around somewhere is *not* a good way to earn brownie points. Besides, you seem to be having a little trouble standing. How are you supposed to fight when you can't even stand up?"

"What did you do?"

"Well, it could be that I used my witchy powers on you. I am a pretty good witch, if I do say so myself. Or it could be the overwhelming guilt for betraying your own kind to a slayer which probably would violate every principle you had, assuming that you had any to begin with. Or it could be a great disturbance in the Force." Willow gave a small grim and bounced a bit in her chair at that last one. Good Star Wars references were hard to work into ordinary everyday conversation. "But, and I'm just guessing here, that it's probably the drugs that were in the glass of blood you downed a few minutes ago."

Spike's head spun as he tried to throw himself out of the chair and out of the trap that he had so casually walked right into. As he crashed to the floor, he heard Willow calling in minions and telling them to take him downstairs.

[ Bloody hell. I really fucked this one up. ] was the last thought on Spike's mind as the minions started dragging him out of the room and he submitted to unconsciousness.

Part 3

Spike hauled himself back into consciousness slowly. As he awoke, he took in his surroundings feeling totally perplexed and not a little cotton-mouthed. [Must have been some party last night. Too bad I don't remember a bloody thing. Also too bad that I'm not waking up next to a lovely naked pliant woman. Bummer] He had somehow ended up on a cot in a dingy dungeon-like room. He became slightly alarmed to notice that he was in a cage but still acting under the 'wild party' theory, he figured that someone would be along shortly to let him out.

Imagine his surprise when he saw a leather-clad Willow studying him from the other side of the bars.

The memories of the previous evening rushed back at him with the force of a speeding train. [Oh shit.]

"Well well well, lookie what we have here." Willow said, a small satisfied smirk running across her lips. "A nicely trussed up traitor. You know, I've been thinking a lot about what I should do with you. Part of me says that I should just kill you. And most of my minions seem to share that sentiment. But then again, you do have a most delicious accent and those cheekbones are just wicked. Besides, I work hard at what I do. I think I deserve a toy."

"A TOY?!?!" Spike roared in disbelief. "I am nobody's bloody toy and when I get out of here, I'm going to rip you limb from limb, little girl."

A peal of laughter burst from Willow's lips, effectively stopping Spike's tirade in it's tracks.

"See!" She exclaimed in delight. "I'm already amused! Oh, I am definitely keeping you for now."

Spike's eyes narrowed in disbelief as Willow walked the length of the cage, running her fingers over the bars. [ A bloody toy. I think NOT! She's just a fledge, she'll do something stupid soon and then we'll see who the toy is. ] He glared at her in silence as she paced. Willow stopped abruptly and pursed her lips together as she obviously debated something in her head. Finally she seemed to come to a decision and turned to face him, her green eyes piercing him and then lighting up with merriment as she began to speak again.

"Tell me, in all your closeness with Bunny, did she ever mention the other me?" She paused, taking in his perplexed look before continuing. "And Puppy?" Another glance showed Spike to be completely confused. "That's too bad. I'm sure you would have gotten a kick out of it, until now of course. Now I'm afraid that you'll probably be too busy identifying with poor Puppy's situation to find too much amusement in it. Oh well. Too bad."

"What the hell are you talking about? You're starting to sound like Dru now, only you are actually managing to make LESS sense than she ever did!"

"Oh fine! Hurt my feelings. See if you get fed today." Willow replied. "But I suppose I'll tell you anyway. Last year I managed to pull a vampire doppleganger of myself out of another dimension. It turns out that she was turned by the Master, and she had a puppy that she kept in a cage, just like you are now. Imagine, little Willow keeping big bad Angel as a puppy. And now an even bigger badder Spikey puppy! Hmm.... wonder what she would think of this little situation. Maybe I should bring her back and see...." Willow stopped talking as she started thinking about all sorts of new possibilities.

Spike, on the other hand, was starting to panic. The ramifications of his sire being kept prisoner by a Willow-vampire were not good. [ Even if he is all soul-having, Angel is a tricky bastard and there's no way that he would stand to be confined, especially by some little chit. If he could have gotten away he would have, if he couldn't then it looks like I really do have something to worry about. Not good at all. ]

Willow giggled at the stricken look on his face. [ About time he realized what he's up against. This will be even more fun than I thought! Yay! ]

"And now I think I'm going to gloat a bit." Willow stated, waking Spike from his thoughts.

"Gloat? What do you have to gloat about?" Spike asked wearily. Dealing with the little redhead was starting to give him a headache.

"What, besides getting my new toy?" She laughed again. "Pretty much everything. Only a few months old and already I'm the master of a Hellmouth; tell me, how long did it take you to become the master of anything?" Not pausing for an answer, she continued. "I've got a nice, loyal army. And I've already managed to weed out the stupid ones. That's always a plus. Just made a killing in the stock market, don't mean that literally by the way. But money is good. lets me get the few and far between things that I can't simply take. And I've got a lovely plan to destroy poor little Bunny and company."

"And that would be?" Asked Spike, hoping that he could somehow manage to salvage himself from the situation he was in and take the little redheaded brat down.

"Spike, Spike, Spike." Willow clucked at him like a parent scolding a child, "There you go underestimating me again. Have I mentioned that I've seen every single James Bond movie? And let me tell you something, you are no Sean Connery. Hell, you aren't even a Pierce Brosnan. I'm not going to tell you my master plan and then have you manage to escape somehow and manage to thwart it. But I will say this. What Willow givith, Willow can takith away."

With that little bit of cryptic nonsense, Willow turned and walked away.