E-mail: druscilla80@yahoo.com
Rating: NC17
Distribution: A Witch’s Love and anyone else who has my stuff. All others please ask first.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All Joss’s.
Summary: A spell gone wrong leads Willow and Xander down the wrong path.
Author’s Notes: This one starts out W/X but becomes W/X/S (my new favorite pairing).
Feedback: PLEASE?
Dedication: To my partner in crime – Tienco.
Part 1
Xander looked at the materials laid out in front of him, a small crease appearing on his forehead as he concentrated, trying to remember the name for each one. “Wills…are you sure we should be doing this?”
Willow looked up from her spell book, a glint of happiness in her eyes. “It will be fine, Xan. Either it works or it doesn’t work – no harm done either way.” She flashed him a bright smile and went back to studying the words to the spell. It was something she had come across almost by mistake, flipping through one of Tara’s family spell books one night. A spell to permanently anchor a soul into a member of the living dead. It wasn’t even that hard to do, just required a little help – thus Xander.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t tell the others?” The dark haired youth asked, concern still evident in his face. He trusted Willow with his life – in anything not involving magic, thus his worry on this night. “Wouldn’t it be better to let Giles look over the spell, first?”
The red head sighed, a small amount of irritation entering her normally serene face. “Xander, if you are that worried about it then don’t help. I can always call Tara.”
The boy’s mouth closed with a snap. He frowned slightly, choosing his next words carefully. “I want to help, Wills, I’m just sort of nervous about the whole magic stuff.”
“You don’t trust me…?” Willow pouted, her lower lip trembling slightly. She sighed, pushing away the book. “It can wait until Tara can help me, Xan.” She held out her hand to him, trying to pull him to his feet. “Come on, get up. We can go see a movie or something.”
Xander grinned, trying to push his fears to the back of his mind. This obviously meant a lot to her, him being here for this spell, and he could understand why she didn’t want to tell Buffy or the others – they would just try to talk her out of it. “No, Wills, sit down and get your book. We’re gonna make it so Deadboy can get a happy.”
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Willow held the incense in her hand, chanting the words set forth on the page. Her voice grew louder as the spell progressed, a light wind ruffling her hair.
Xander watched on in mute awe as the spell began to show some signs of working. He threw some more of the herbs Willow had set aside into the small fire glowing in the charred black pot between them. He could feel a breeze blowing around them, though he knew for a fact no windows in the house were open. A lump formed in the back of his throat and for one brief moment he felt fear. He heard Willow’s chanting stop, the spell complete and he waited for any sign that they had been successful.
Out of nowhere the wind picked up, blowing –through- first Xander then Willow before disappearing entirely. The red head dropped the book, clutching her chest and saw her childhood friend do the same. She gasped, taking in a lungful of air. “Are you ok, Xan?”
“Did the spell work?” Xander finally gasped, putting his arm around the red head’s shoulders. He pulled her tight to his body, trying to both stop the chills she was feeling but allay some of his own as well.
“I don’t think so…” Willow whispered, her throat raw. She couldn’t explain what had happened as she completed the spell, but she was sure it didn’t mean a permanent soul for her friend. She sighed, pulling away from Xander. “Oh well. No harm, no foul.” She shrugged, gathering the supplies and placing them back in her bag. “Lets not mention this to anyone, please? They already tease me enough for being a witchy-failure.”
Xander nodded, closing his eyes briefly. Maybe it was the heavy incense in the air, maybe it was just the excitement – he didn’t know which, but he was suddenly very tired. He yawned, helping her get her things together. If he got home soon he could still get a little sleep before Anya came over.
Definitely no reason to mention this to anyone else.
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Part 2
Willow yawned, pushing the thick tome she had been staring at away from her. It was only five in the afternoon yet she already felt as if it was much later. {Just another wacky side-effect of a botched spell,} she thought sadly. The door shut behind her and she looked up, smiling at the newest entrant to the room. “Hey, Xan.”
The boy smiled tiredly at his friend, collapsing onto the couch. “Where’s Buffy and G-Man?”
“Out looking for some sort of crypt,” the red head shrugged. It was odd, but she honestly didn’t care what they were out doing – or even that they needed help. All that she really wanted to do was cuddle Xander and sleep.
{Cuddle Xander?!?} Willow’s higher thoughts shrieked. {Where did that come from?} She looked up at him through her lashed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the sudden discomfort she was feeling. Images of cuddling with the dark-haired friend of her childhood ran through her mind, bringing a sense of completeness to her heart. Her brain couldn’t cope with the where or why of the thoughts. Reasons for why she would be thinking of him in that way again after so long were the last thing on the red head’s mind. The only thing she could really concentrate on, in fact, was Xander.
Who was watching her.
She smiled at him shyly. “Why the stares, Xan?”
Xander shook his head slowly, not quite sure himself why he suddenly couldn’t take his eyes off of the woman in front of him. He licked his lips, trying to phrase what he was feeling in a way that wouldn’t sound weird or obsessive. “Would it sound strange to say that I don’t know? That I feel like I am seeing you for the first time?”
The witch shook her head. “No…doesn’t sound weird at all.” It was as if a part of her was being called by him, to him. She couldn’t deny it, didn’t really want to try to. She stood. “Want to go for a walk? Get away from this stuffy old house?”
He nodded, rising to his feet and offering her his hand. “Sounds good. I’m sure Slutty can do without us for once.” His hand flew to his mouth, eyes wide. “Did I just call her that?”
Willow laughed, squeezing the hand in hers. “I think so. Sounded good though, sort of right in a way.” {After all she is a major slut sometimes.} the red head smirked at her own dark thoughts. “C’mon, lets go take a walk in the park.”
*******
Willow leaned back in her swing, kicking her legs lazily as Xander pushed her into the air. She smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the wind brushing past her face. This was one of the things she missed most about her childhood – trips to the park with Xander – playing until dusk then going home for fresh cookies from her mom.
{Mom was actually around back then,} the red head snorted quietly, almost in disbelief of her own memories. Things had been so much simpler back then. Back before demons and vampires, back before Buffys and Angels…back when it was just her and Xander and Jesse. The three Musketeers.
Xander could see the look of happiness on his friend’s face each time she leaned back and he smiled in an unnoticed response. “Why so happy, Wills?”
“Just remembering the past, before our lives got complicated. Remember when the only thing we were afraid of was your parent’s basement?”
Xander chuckled, stopping the swing when it came back within reach. “That and my parents themselves…”
Willow’s face darkened. She hated to be reminded of the abuse that Xander had suffered as a child – continued to suffer now. He deserved so much better than that. {I wish they would just die!} she screamed silently to her gods. A shiver passed through her as she realized what exactly she had just wished for. Hopefully whatever malevolent spirits that always seemed to be waiting for one to screw up in Sunnydale weren’t listening to that.
She turned, the chains of the swing twisting, so that she could look into Xander’s face. Reaching out a hand, she lightly caressed his cheek, the pull she was feeling towards him stronger with the short distance between them.
“Xan…”
“Shh…” Xander whispered, his hand on her face, echoing the movements she was making on his. He smiled at her, something deep within him recognizing her as someone he could do anything with, be his true self with. She was his other half in every way. But there was Anya…and Tara. He growled softly under his breath, leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips.
Willow felt his soft lips touch hers and she thrilled for one moment, allowing herself to enjoy the contact. But it wasn’t right, they both had girlfriends and this was cheating. “Xander…” She murmured, pushing lightly at his chest. “We can’t do this…Anya and Tara would get hurt.”
“Fuck them,” Xander whispered harshly. “I don’t care about that tramp of an ex-demon as much as I care for you…” His mouth shut with an audible snap. Just where had all these feelings of love and fuzziness for Willow come from all of a sudden? And why was he being so mean about Anya? He stepped back slightly, running a hand through his dark hair. “Sorry…you’re right. I’m just tired and not thinking clearly.”
The red head nodded slowly, standing and giving him a hug. “Its ok, Xan, lets just forget about this. No need to tell Anya or Tara, right?” She gave him a hopeful look.
“Right,” he smiled. The need to be close to her and kiss her again was coming back and he stepped back another few feet. “No need to tell them. Ready to go home?”
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Part 3
Buffy walked into the Bronze, her eyes and ears automatically searching for people she knew. She frowned slightly, spotting Xander and Willow sitting in the back, laughing together. Walking towards them she had a moment to rein in her emotions. Maybe they had a good excuse for ditching research last night. Maybe something important had come up. “Hey guys.”
Xander looked away from Willow, his face darkening slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the unbidden feelings of disgust the blonde was bringing forth in him tonight. “Hey, Buff.” He smiled, the expression obviously strained.
Willow didn’t even bother to look up, her legs kicking absently under the table. She closed her eyes, letting the music from the band wash over her. The past few days had been so tiring, but she finally felt as though she was getting back on track. Being around Xander helped, he seemed to understand exactly what she was going through. On impulse, she reached under the table, allowing her fingers to splay out lightly against the hard muscle of his thigh. She felt him tense slightly before relaxing and knew he wasn’t going to fight it tonight.
“So….” Buffy looked back and forth between the two of them. “What happened last night? We got back and you guys weren’t there researching.”
The red head opened her eyes, the green orbs sparkling with amusement. “We got bored. Went to the park.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Just didn’t feel like researching.”
The blonde’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “You got bored?” She shut her mouth before opening it again. “But that’s your job – research. Its what the two of you do.” She turned slightly, sensing a vampire approaching. When she noticed it was only Spike, the Slayer turned back to the table, waiting on a response from the two people across from her.
“Good morning, mates.” Spike drawled, pulling up a stool at the table. He could feel the tenseness in the air, could see the anger welling up in the two humans he had always considered the tame one of the group.
Willow shivered suddenly, as if a chill wind had blown through her and she felt Xander do the same. She turned to Spike, her concentration momentarily off of the Slayer. “Morning?” She chuckled. “Well I guess it is for you, Blondie.”
“So what’s going on, ducks?”
The red head shrugged, turning back to glare at Buffy. “Slutty here was just telling us our ‘jobs’.”
Buffy’s mouth dropped open, her eyes growing wide with disbelief. “ ‘Slutty’?” Her voice was cold when she could finally speak again. “Willow…what in the hell has gotten into you?”
“Yeah, Wills,” Xander reprimanded, winking at the witch. “*Slutty*? I would’ve gone with *Bitchy* in this case.” He grinned at the outraged expression on the Slayer’s face, placing a gentle kiss on Willow’s forehead.
“You’re both possessed, right?” Buffy mumbled, unbelieving that two of her best friends were turning on her. She took a step back from the table, waiting for any sort of response from them.
Spike looked at the two humans, his own mouth wide open. This was the last thing he had ever expected to see happen between these three. Never in a million years had he ever thought he would see the moron and the witch turn on the Slayer. But here they were, doing just that, and with a flare and finesse he was enjoying. Maybe they were worth getting to know after all.
“Possessed?” Willow smirked. “Yeah possessed by the good sense to see you for what you really are.”
“A vampire fucking, good for nothing, simpering little twit?” Xander chuckled, taking a sip of his soda as the Slayer continued to stare at them in disbelief. “Oh get over it, Buffy. You boss us around, treat us like trash, and expect us not to get pissed? You really are oblivious.”
“That was harsh, Chubs,” Spike snickered. The two humans turned to look at him, equal expressions of shock on their faces. The vampire was the last creature they had expected to stick up for the Slayer. He smirked, winking at them. “She doesn’t shag vampires anymore…just washed up bloody commandos.”
Xander laughed, the sound pure and husky. “You know, you’re right, Junior.” He grinned. “Sorry about that Buffs, I meant to say that you are a washed-up commando fucking, good for nothing, simpering twit.” He turned back to the laughing blonde haired vampire. “Is that better?”
“Much.” The vampire grinned. He watched as the Slayer glared at the entire table one final time before turning on her heel and leaving.
Spike chuckled as the Slayer stormed away from the table. He looked over at the two humans who were still sitting there - the boy whispering in her ear as she laughed about something. "Chubs...I thought you were dating that demon chit."
Xander looked up from Willow, his eyes narrowing. "I guess. Why?"
"Just wondering why you're all touchy-feely with Red there," the vampire shrugged. Something was different about these two, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Oh, lord," Willow groaned, rolling her eyes. "Speak of the bitch and she shall appear." She pointed across the room where an apparently angry former vengeance demon was bearing down on them.
"Lovely," Xander smirked. He didn't even stand as the girl approached, just watched her through hooded eyes.
"Xander," Anya snapped, glaring at him. She didn't even bother to look at the other occupants of the table, ignoring them as usual. "Where have you been?"
"Home? Here? Why?"
"Why?" The auburn haired girl asked. Her eyes bored holes into his, burning with anger. "You haven't called me or come to see me in two days and you are asking me why?"
The young man rolled his eyes, scooting off the edge of his stool and grabbing Willow's hand. With his eyes never leaving Anya's, he leaned down to kiss the red head gently on the forehead. "C'mon, Wills, lets get out of here. I'm suddenly bored."
The witch grinned, caressing the hard chest of the boy she had known her whole life. She licked the edge of his chin before smirking at Anya. "Sounds good to me, Xan. This place just isn't fun anymore."
Spike watched the two leave, the grin on his face growing. Things in Sunnyhell were about to get interesting - he had a feeling. He turned to Anya, chuckling softly.
"So, ducks, guess that means its over between you two."
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Part 4
Willow shivered slightly, drawing her new leather jacket around her. It had been a present from Xander. Part of her wondered where he had suddenly gotten the money to buy the two hundred dollar piece of clothing, while the other part of her couldn't care less. It was all hers now - a present from her lover.
The thought of the dark haired youth who had been the object of her desire for most of her life made her smile as she continued on down the street. She passed by the quiet dorms, knowing that most of the students would be at the frat party. It was where she should have been and she would be meeting Xander there as soon as she was done with what she had to do.
Break it off with Tara.
As she climbed the stairs she wondered when her feelings for the blonde had changed. She couldn't honestly pinpoint the exact moment when being with the sweet girl had started to turn her stomach but it had most certainly happened. Her girlfriend had slowly become not someone she wanted to be with for the rest of her life, but someone she couldn't wait to get rid of.
Taking a deep breath, Willow knocked firmly on the door to Tara's dorm room. She knew the blonde was going to take this badly. Probably cry and ask a lot of stupid questions...then cry some more.
And Willow was looking forward to it.
"Willow!" Tara said happily when the door opened. She reached out to hug the red head, surprised when the girl pulled away quickly. "I didn't think you were coming by tonight...you've been so busy with school lately..."
"Yeah..." The red head smirked, walking into the room and waiting for Tara to shut the door. "That’s sorta what I wanted to talk to you about."
Tara raised an eyebrow, regarding her girlfriend with a confused look. "T..Talk to me about?" The words sent a chill up her spine. What was going on with the woman she had fallen in love with.
"Yeah...you see, I really haven’t been that busy with school," Willow drawled, sitting on a chair across from Tara's bed. She smirked as the now trembling girl sat across from her.
"I...see," Tara frowned, biting her lip. "You just needed some time to yourself? I understand...take all the time you need." She gave the red head what she hoped was an understanding smile, her heart breaking.
"So glad you understand!" Willow cried sarcastically. "Truth is. I don’t need some time to myself...just time away from you." She smirked as the blonde's face fell, tears starting to glisten on her face. "I honestly don't like being alone and, well, Xander said he'd be there for me....and I believe him, after all - he's been there for me every night this week."
Tara gasped, hot tears splashing down her face. How could Willow do this? Break her heart then dance on it like she never meant anything to her. "I...I don't understand..."
Willow nodded, giving her a condescending smile. "I know you don't. That’s okay though, you don't need to." A true smile lit up her face as she turned to go towards the door. "See ya around." Tara's sobs followed her out into the hall and she grinned, closing her eyes and letting the sweet music wash over her senses.
When those sparkling green eyes opened again she was still smiling, her heart light. Anya and Tara were out of the picture. Now was the time for her and Xander to shine.
Sunnyhell was in for a surprise, to be sure.
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Part 5
Buffy crept into the small dorm room she shared with Willow, unsurprised to see the bed made. The red head hadn't come home since the night at the Bronze, nearly four days before. Turning on the light, the blonde quickly strode to the young witch's side of the room, searching for anything that might would explain the drastic change that had overcome both her and Xander.
Her eyes flitted over the stack of spell books perched precariously on the edge of the desk and she lifted the topmost one, flipping through it rapidly. Nothing jumped out at her as something Willow might have tried and she set it aside, grabbing the next.
Halfway through the stack of books, Buffy found what she was looking for. A small leather-bound volume with a velvet ribbon marking a page. She turned to it, holding her breath. It was in another language, one the Slayer was sure she had seen before but couldn't quite place. She fingered the index card laying between the pages, her eyes growing wide with disbelief. Snapping the book shut, the blonde raced out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Giles had to see this as soon as possible.
*******
"Oh, my."
Buffy stared at her Watcher, fear gripping her heart. He had been positively quiet since she had showed him the spell, simply whispering 'oh my' over and over again. "Giles...come on...dish...what’s going on?"
The former librarian paled, turning to his charge. "We need to speak with them right away."
The Slayer nodded. She didn't understand what exactly was so bad about the spell but knew that Giles would explain all in good time. Reaching over to the phone, she dialed Xander's number, holding her breath until she heard the phone pick up. "Xander?"
"No." Willow snapped.
"Willow. Just as good. This is Buffy."
"Gee. Couldn't have guessed." A few neighborhoods over the red head was rolling her eyes, making gagging motions as the Slayer stuttered over her sentences.
"Willow. I know you don't want to talk to me..."
"So why are you calling?"
"Well...." Buffy sighed, trying to remind herself that there must be a good reason why the red head was acting like this. "I was looking through one of your spell books and I found this spell you had marked...it looked interesting...something about a soul restoration...so I took it to Giles and he read it and he really really needs to see the two of you right now."
The blonde waited, listening to the line for any sign of life. "Hello...?"
"We'll be over in ten minutes."
Buffy hung up the phone, the harsh dial tone buzzing in her ear. Hopefully this would explain the whole thing - hopefully she would have her friends back. She turned to Giles, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"They're coming - now what's going on?"
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"So she went through your stuff?" Xander asked, his voice deadly quiet. Dark eyes sparkled with anger.
"Looks that way..." Willow sighed. She kicked at a rock as she passed it, sending the small piece of granite skittering into the grass. "Found the book with the damn spell I botched."
"Baby..." Xander purred, stopping suddenly and catching her arm so that she turned to face him. "Who cares if -we- messed up the spell? What they think of us doesn’t matter. They're -nothing-." He leaned down, kissing her tenderly.
"I know..." The red head chuckled. "But what if that’s the reason we have been like this? You have to admit we've changed since we did the spell....we've been acting different...and us being together...you know that’s new."
The young man's eyes darkened, anger taking over. "So you regret it? Feeling so free? Being happy for once in our lives?"
Willow laughed suddenly, caressing his cheek with her palm. "No baby. I don't regret one moment of it. I feel more alive and free than I ever did. Nothing bothers me anymore...and we're together. The only thing I would ever regret would be that it took a spell to get us this far..."
Xander smiled. "Good. Cuz that’s exactly how I feel." His hands moved to her hips, pulling her body flush against his. He had to admit that the leather jacket he had gotten her looked good on her. Especially with the short skirt and silk shirt she was wearing.
He licked gently at her lips, teasing them open with his tongue as his hands moved down onto her suede-covered butt. As their tongues battled for dominance he felt his already tight black jeans tighten even further - his arousal pushing at them almost painfully. "Do we have to go over there?" He murmured into her lips, his eyes clearly conveying what he would rather do with the time.
She smiled, her small hand reaching between them to rub absently at his cloth-covered rod. "We'd better...or else she'll turn up on our doorstep ready to do an exorcism or something. Lets just go. Deny everything and act all goody-goody again. Maybe then she'll leave us alone for a while."
Xander nodded. "Fine...but afterwards...."
"After that....I'm yours, all night."
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“And you are positive you didn’t do this spell?” Giles asked, for the tenth time. He watched the two youths in front of him.
“Positive, Giles.” Willow smiled. “I haven’t tried any spells in a few weeks, actually. Nothing major.” She licked her lips, grimacing inside for having to be nice to the Slayer and her Watcher. “Why?”
Giles sighed. “It would have explained your recent…behaviour is all. The spell steals the soul of whomever is in the room when it is cast. Piece by piece.”
Xander tilted his head to the side, the goofy smile they had come to know and trust on his face even as his stomach lurched with distaste. “Ew. That sounds…painful.” He smirked, leaning over to kiss Willow’s forehead. “Honestly though, we haven’t cast any spells.”
Nodding almost imperceptibly, Buffy looked at her two former friends seated so cozily on the couch together. “So…if you didn’t cast that spell…what’s with the attitudes lately?”
For a brief moment Willow’s face darkened, her hatred and annoyance with the people in the room overtaking her. Then it was gone, and she was smiling at them as if she hadn’t just had thoughts of killing them. “We’ve just…been going through a lot of changes. Breaking up with our lovers, finally finding each other.” She sighed, giving Buffy her best innocent expression. “We just need some time to find ourselves, find out who we are. We’ve lived in your shadow for the past five years, Buffy…Just understand that we need some time to ourselves now.”
Buffy nodded. It made perfect sense at last. They had been nothing but her side-kicks ever since they met her, fighting to save the world more than any normal teen ever should have had to. They needed to find out who they were, then they would be back to normal. “I understand.” She smiled at the two of them. “You know we are here for you if you need us.”
Willow nodded, standing up and offering Xander her hand. She turned, burying her face in his chest so the other two in the room wouldn’t see her smirk. This had been too easy. Buffy had accepted her explanation without any further questions. “Well, we’d better be going. Plans and stuff.”
Giles watched the two go, not totally convinced of their innocence in the whole matter of the spell. It would require some further research, he was sure.
He just hoped he had that long.
*********
“I’m bored.” Willow sighed, flopping back onto Xander’s bed. She glared up at the ceiling, the frown marring her pretty face. She rolled over, watching as her lover paced the room like a trapped animal. They had spent the past two days blissfully happy in her parents’ house, making love like wild animals in between catching fitful naps. They knew fully well that the spell they had botched had caused this – but neither cared. Happiness had been found in each other’s arms.
“You’re not the only one, baby,” The dark haired man smirked. He sat on the bed next to her, pulling her naked body into his arms. “What should we do about it?”
The red head’s eyes sparkled with the darkness in her heart. “Something involving screaming?”
“I like the way you think. Who’s screaming?” His softly purred words tickled over her ear and she found herself shivering with half-hidden arousal. A moist tongue darted out to lick at her lips and suddenly Xander found himself throbbing beneath his jeans – aching to throw her down and fuck her over and over again.
Willow grinned as her lover moved behind her, wrapping his legs around her and conveniently grinding his erection into her lower back. “Someone deserving….Bitchy?” Her eyes lit up at the thought of making the uppity Slayer bleed. The blonde seemed to have believed them when they said they just needed some time but still, the young witch wanted to make her hurt for using them so callously for years.
“I think the Slayer might be a little out of our league, lover.” Xander whispered into her ear, licking along the lobe with his tongue. He felt her shudder in his arms and knew he was doing something right. Never before had he been with anyone who could complete him the way she did – she was darkness and lovliness all rolled into one attractive package.
“Giles?”
“Then we’d have to deal with Slutty still, baby. Need someone who won’t cause us any grief. Someone who will just lay there and die like they deserve…”
Willow’s eyes flashed. “Your parents…”
Xander sucked in a breath, rolling the idea around in his mind. Make his parents scream and bleed? Make them die at his hands? He knew that he should feel something – anything – about plotting to kill the very people that had brought him into this world. But he didn’t. The part of him that used to think of that as wrong was gone – gone with the breeze that blew through him every day to take another part of his soul with it. Giles had been absolutely right in his translation of the spell – it was taking their souls away. Xander didn’t care though. The only thing that mattered right now was alleviating his boredom.
“My parents?” The young man smirked finally. He tilted his lover’s head back so she could look into his dark eyes. “Sounds like a lovely idea, Wills.”
******
They bought their movie tickets in silence, holding each other’s hands and smiling softly. This was going to be their best night together yet. They just had to play it cool and stick to the plan. Xander looked over at the moonlight shining down on Willow’s face as they walked away from the theater. She was beautiful in this light, the moon’s rays casting her face into shadow’s. It made her hair shimmer like fire and her eyes sparkle like the most clear of emeralds.
“So…alibi is all taken care of..” Willow murmured, oblivious to the adoring thoughts of her lover. She tore off half of their tickets, making it look as though they had actually entered the theater. This was their alibi should anything come down on their heads – they were at the movies. It was even one they had seen together the week before so they were already versed on the plot. By the time they walked back to Xander’s house the movie would be half over. They’d have plenty of time to do what they wanted with his parents before calling the police to report the ‘bodies they had found when they got home from their date’.
Xander nodded, smiling. This would be a night to remember. The night he finally rid the world of those miserable excuses for parents that he had had to deal with his entire life. His cock throbbed within the confines of his jeans as he pictured his father lying in a pool of his own blood – bleeding all over that tacky beige and yellow carpet his mother had installed the year before. No amount of new things ever could seem to make his family more than it was – white trash.
Well now they’d be dead white trash and he’d be free of them forever.
“Xan…der…” Willow cooed, stopping him in the middle of the sidewalk. She walked in front of him, standing on her toes to kiss his soft lips. The dark eyes that had been previously lost in thought softened at the feel of her warm body pressed against him and he moaned out loud, pulling her flush against him.
“Want you so bad, Wills.”
“Does the thought of them bleeding make you hot, baby?” The red head purred. She ran dark red nails down his t-shirt covered chest, pinching roughly at his already hard nipples and making him groan. The hand on her ass pushed her in tighter to his erection and suddenly they were both wearing too many clothes. “Fuck me. Here. Now.”
The only response she got was his lips crashing down on hers. The stubble from his newly-started goatee rubbed abrasively against her soft chin, the slight pain only making her wetter. She felt herself lifted from the ground and carried into the nearest yard. Something rough slammed against her back and she realized without even opening her eyes that he had her against a tree.
Xander pushed up on his lover’s short skirt as he pulled down the zipper on his jeans. His fingers slipped into her already sopping cunt as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her moans deafening in the quiet street. Hopefully no one would come along and see them – that would be a sure way to ruin what was destined to be a great night. He pushed aside her soaking panties and positioned the head of his cock at her slick entrance. Covering her mouth with his own, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt with just one movement.
Willow clutched at the tree behind her, trying to leverage her lover’s rigid shaft deeper into her tight channel. She could feel the bark of the tree digging into her clothes and was glad she was protected by the thick leather of her jacket. She screamed into his mouth as his hands came up to grasp roughly at her silk covered breasts, twisting her erect nipples through the thin shirt. Her clit was throbbing and every time he thrust into her the fabric of his jeans would rub against it – sending her slowly spiraling to the edge.
Xander released his mouth from his lover’s long enough to grunt her name as he flooded her passage with his seed. He reached between them as his cock spasmed deep in her cunt and twisted roughly at her clit, sending her into her own shrieking fit of pleasure. His mouth came down upon hers after the first cry of his name and he swallowed the rest of her moans with his lips and tongue.
Willow sighed, laying her head on Xander’s shoulder and just breathing in the scent of their love making mixed with the leather of her jacket. “MMmmmMMm. If that’s what thinking about killing them does to you then I can’t wait to see what you are like after we actually do it.” She looked up suddenly as a light came on in the house next to them. “Time to get moving lover.”
Xander nodded. He pulled out of her with a small groan and pulled his softening dick back into his jeans. Zipping them up he glanced around warily as his lover adjusted her skirt. With a smirk, the young man grabbed her hand, pulling her down the street.
The fun was just beginning.
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Part 7
Xander’s father was awake when they made it back to his house. Sitting in the recliner, beer in hand, the poor excuse for a parent shot Xander a glare before turning back to his late night television program. The youth barely blinked at the hostile attitude exhibited by this man he was supposed to call ‘father’. This type of abuse was all too normal in the Harris household.
Well tonight he would break that cycle.
Grinning sadistically at Willow, Xander held a finger to his lips, motioning for her to be quiet. He moved to stand behind his father, his breathing light as he contemplated the gutless wretch before him. “Dad-dy…” The youth whispered in a sing-song voice.
“What do you want, boy?” Mr Harris grunted, turning to fix his son with another glare. “Good for nothing piece of trash, interrupting me while I’m watching Jerry. Now what the fuck do you want?”
“To make you scream?” Xander smirked. His hand shot out, sending a right hook across the man’s face. With little more than a groan his dad fell from his chair to the floor, knocking over his can of beer from the small end table as he toppled. Xander stared down at him, feeling nothing but hatred for the man who had made him miserable for the first twenty years of his life.
Willow slid a small dagger from the back pocket of her jeans, holding it hilt first to her lover. She smiled, her eyes as dead as her heart. “Make him bleed for me, Xan?”
“Anything for you, darling,” Xander chuckled. He kneeled down, straddling his father’s lower back, and grabbed ahold of his hair, tilting his head up. He pushed the tip of the blade against the man’s neck, a slow smile spreading across his lips when the overweight bastard started to stir. “Well dad…you always said I was a mistake…” With one sharp slash of his wrist Xander pulled the knife across his dad’s throat, the smile never leaving his face.
The man gurgled, clutching wildly at his throat as he tried to stand. He crashed against a stand of gaudy glass curious, sending some of them crashing to the floor before he, too, fell to the floor. He twitched one last time before laying still, the pool of crimson blood spreading quickly across the dirty off-white carpeting.
“Hello…?” A woman called from upstairs. A hall light went on and Willow looked towards the stairs, hearing the heavy footsteps of who she knew was Xander’s mother. This bitch didn’t deserve to live either. She had sat back and watched her husband abuse her ‘precious baby boy’ for his entire life, never once lifting a hand to try to stop it. She had been just as verbally abusive to him at times, as well – making him feel worthless.
“May I?” Willow purred, stepping close to her lover as she waited for the woman to come into view. She grinned, eyes sparkling with evil, as he handed her the blade. “Thank you…” Her lips met his as his mother reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Oh, Xander, its only you,” the unattractive aging woman sighed, leaning against the railing of the stairs. Her gaze was caught by the sight of her son, kissing the Rosenberg girl. What he saw in that miserable slip of a whore she would never understand. “Xander!”
The dark haired youth pulled away from Willow, seeing the contempt in his mother’s eyes. He smiled softly at her, picturing her death at his lover’s hands as the red head slowly made her way towards her.
“Xander, haven’t I told you about bringing girls over this late at…” Her voice caught in her throat as she finally saw the body of her husband on the floor, the telltale pool of his blood giving her no hope as to whether or not he was alive. She screamed, her hands coming up to her chest in an almost comical parody of a horror movie.
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Boredom.
That was the only reason Spike could come up with for why he was wandering the streets of Sunnydale, heading on a path he knew would take him right to the whelp's house.
It had to be boredom.
It couldn't be curiosity. Nope. He definitely was in no way curious about why Xander and Red had suddenly taken a personality change that scared the hell outta the Slayer.
Ok - maybe there was a little curiosity driving him. The two had started to get under his skin, they were alluring in a way only a demon could understand. In their eyes he could see so much of himself when he was mortal - the darkness that lurked below the surface. Looking at them he knew exactly what Angelus had seen in him so many years ago.
The blonde rounded the corner, seeing Xander's house not too far away. He took a long drag off of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke into the air as he continued on. {Nights are too bloody quiet, recently,} he smirked to himself. Things wouldn't be like this if he didn't have the bloody chip in his head. The city would be on its knees if the bloody Initiative hadn't played God with his effin body. Yep...the town was just too quiet.
That’s when he heard the screams.
Long and clear, the sharp cry of a woman echoed down the quiet street. The blonde's head snapped up and he flicked his cigarette into the street, running towards the noise he could have sworn came from the Harris household.
He listened as the scream came again, sure this time that it had come from the whelp's house. The screams had stopped by the time he pounded up the steps, his hand reaching for the doorknob even as he heard the melodious tinkle of a woman's laughter ring within.
He growled softly, quietly turning the knob on the door. Hopefully Xander wasn't home. Hopefully he wouldn't open the door to see one of the Slayer's pets lying bloodied and broken on the floor. He could enter the home, no problem, his invitation never having been revoked from when he stayed with the boy. He just hoped that he wouldn't hate what he saw when he opened the door.
Twisting the knob quietly, the vampire eased the door open a crack, peeking in. From where he was standing he could see a man's body lying on the floor, the scent of blood heavy in the air from the pool around the rapidly cooling corpse. He could hear someone talking in whispers, and it sounded exactly like the witch. Taking a deep unnecessary breath, the vampire pushed open the door.
"Spike..."
"Junior...."
Spike gaped at the two mortals, wrapped in each other's arms, her skirt hiked above her waist with his hand obviously up under it. She was pushed up against the side of the stairs, a woman's body laying only a few feet away, blood trickling down the stairs in a steady stream.
"Pets?"
Xander smirked, disengaging himself from Willow and walking towards the vampire. Something within him called out to this creature, knew him as a kindred spirit. With a cold grin, the boy pushed shut the door, again locking the world out of the home.
"What brings you to the happy Harris household?" The boy grinned, the smile not quite reaching the darkness of his eyes. He pulled Willow into his arms, leaning her back into his embrace so that she could still see the vampire.
"What in the bloody hell is going on here?" Spike growled, glancing around the room at the carnage. He fixed his gaze on the two humans in front of them, noting their expressions. It was like they didn't care...didn't have any feelings about standing in a room with the dead bodies of the boy's parents.
"This?" Willow smirked. She shrugged. "They were very bad parents."
"And...?" The vampire pushed, wanting to hear what had happened and why they didn't seem to care.
"We killed them."
The blonde's eyes went wide as the simple statement echoed in the air, said by the voice of a woman he had once thought so sweet and innocent it would be a pleasure to corrupt. He waited, wondering if there would be a punch line to the whole situation.
There wasn't.
"You...killed them..." Spike muttered, leaning back against the door. He shook his head, trying to sort through the confusion he was feeling. He chuckled softly, staring at the beauties only a few feet away. "So what are you going to do with the bodies, ducks?"
Xander smiled down at the entrancing creature in his arms. “Ready for this part, baby?”
Willow nodded, a sly smile creeping across her lips. She reached behind her, grabbing something off of the edge of the stairs through the railing. “Spike…do you think you could dispose of this for us? It would save us a –lot- of trouble.”
The blonde looked down at the dagger she was holding towards him, her fingers holding it by the blood-covered blade so he could grab the hilt. “If I do, will you two come by the apartment later to talk?”
“Not gonna run and tell Bitchy, are you?” Xander purred, stepping up behind Willow and wrapping his arms around her waist. He rested his head lightly on her shoulder, regarding the blonde with dark brown eyes. He licked his lips, a part of him craving further contact with the vampire and another part of him knowing without a doubt he wouldn’t hesitate to stake him if he planned on telling the Slayer.
Spike regarded the youths, a small smile spreading across his own cold features. “No. I’m not going to tell the bloody Slayer. Maybe I just want to get to know the two of you better. Seems you might be a whole lot more interesting than I thought.”
Willow nodded slowly, again holding the dagger out to him. She could feel the same pull to Spike that she felt towards Xander. The three of them really were all the same, of like mind so to speak. “Sure thing, Spikey. Get rid of the dagger and we will come by later tonight.”
The vampire took the dagger, grabbing a dirty handkerchief from one of his duster pockets and wrapping it before tucking it away. “Right. I’ll make sure that’s never found again.” He watched in fascination as the red head held up her hand, the tip of her fingers coated in blood. She smiled at him, licking at one delicately. Immediately his cock sprang into attention, straining almost painfully at his jeans.
“Wanna taste?” She held out her hand, offering him the same finger she had just swiped at with her tiny tongue. A genuine smile of passion entered her features as he grabbed her wrist, his pale pink tongue licking gently at the blood coating her finger and she moaned, leaning back into her lover’s embrace. “Such a cold tongue…” She murmured, her eyes sparkling with fire. “I bet that would feel good in hot places.”
Spike growled softly, licking her fingers clean one by one. This was the first time he had been able to taste mortal blood in months and to be licking it from the skin of such an obvious dark goddess was pure ecstasy. Satisfied that he had thoroughly rid her of any trace of blood, he kissed her palm, releasing her hand. He looked up, meeting the brown eyes of the human male with his own intense blue ones. The boy was quite obviously aroused, his eyes darkened with lust.
Xander licked his lips slowly before placing a kiss on Willow’s neck. He stood up straight, moving away from her to the phone near the door. With a sigh and a smirk, he lifted the receiver, whispering, “Show time”, before dialing out.
“Hello?” Xander’s terrified-sounding voice rang out in the room. “My parents…I came home…they’re on the floor…oh my god…there’s so much blood….” He cried, sobbing fake tears into the receiver. “Please…help….oh god….there’s blood everywhere….mom….”
Willow turned to Spike. “You’d better go before the police get here.” She kissed his cheek, pushing him towards the door.
The vampire grinned, amazed at the humans’ ability to mask their true emotions. He had no doubt in his mind that the two would get away clean with the murder. “See you later, luv.” He stepped out of the house, shutting the door behind him and moving away from the house quickly. Already he could hear sirens approaching, moving towards the house. He stepped into the shadows, watching as two squad cars pulled up, officers rushing to the door. Even from a few houses down he could hear the sobs and cries of the two humans, pleading for the officers to help them.
It was only then did Spike realize how much he wanted them.
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Part 8
“Do you two have anywhere to stay tonight. Away from here?” The police woman asked the teens in young adults in front of her with a gentle tone. They hadn’t stopped crying or shaking since finding the bodies of the boys’ parents. She couldn’t understand what they must be going through – finding a loved one brutally slaughtered. It was something she wasn’t sure she could bare and she felt happy that at least they were hysterical messes.
“My house..” Willow whispered, wiping tears from her cheeks. “We can go back to my house…can Xander get a bag of things from his room? If that won’t disturb anything, that is. We don’t want to do anything that will hurt your chances of finding the m…monster that did this….” Her voice trailed off and she allowed herself to sob into Xander’s shoulder.
“Sure thing, hun,” Officer Davis smiled softly. “Roberts, take Mr. Harris downstairs to get some of his things?” The other officer nodded and Xander stood, squeezing Willow’s hand one more time before leaving the room to collect his things.
“Do you think you will find who did this?” Willow asked quietly. “I mean…that’s just scary…that someone could just come in here and….oh goddess….they were his parents! They’re dead….oh goddess….” She tilted her head down, hiding her smile in her hands as she continued to cry convincingly.
“I’m sure we will, Willow.” The officer kneeled before the young girl. How could she tell this petite little thing that most of the murders in this city never were solved? That there were things creeping through the darkness that hunted for innocents like her? She heard noise on the back stairs and looked up in time to see the Harris kid come back in the room. Grief was written clearly over every line of his face and she knew it would take years to erase the emotional scars of just this one night. “Come on. I will drive you two to Willow’s house.”
The two young adults nodded, standing as one and grabbing for each other’s hands. Xander could see that Willow had experienced another episode of ‘hysterical crying’ and fought to hide his smirk. This was too easy. No one suspected that they could even possibly be the ones who had committed such a ‘heinous act of violence’. “Let’s go. I think I need to get some sleep…my head is pounding…”
Officer Davis smiled reassuringly at the young man. “That would probably be for the best.” She patted him on the shoulder reassuringly as she led them out to her squad car. “Trust me. It might not feel like it right now. But this does get easier. One day it will be nothing but a sad memory.”
“I’m sure you’re right Officer.” Xander sighed, the darkness of his front yard hiding his smirk. “I’m sure you’re right.”
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They waited at Willow’s house for half an hour before leaving to go to Spike’s – just to be sure that the police weren’t lurking anywhere nearby. They didn’t feel any fear as they walked through the deserted streets, stopping to kiss more than once on their chosen route. It was nearly two in the morning before they made their way to the bleached blonde’s doorstep, their faces rosy with arousal.
“Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.” Spike smirked, opening the door wide for them to enter. He didn’t miss the heated looks they were giving each other as they sat on the couch. “Wassamatter, ducks? All that killing get you randy?”
Willow grinned. “Actually…yeah…I’ve been all nice and wet since I slit the cunt’s throat.”
Xander chuckled, pulling the red head closer to him. His lips brushed against her ear. “MmM…and that sound she made when she was trying to scream…all that blood pouring down the steps…” He worked a hand slowly up her thigh, gliding up under her skirt. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard in my entire life…”
Spike looked back and forth between the two humans, a smile creasing his features. What had happened to the two little whipped friends of the Slayer they had been? Nothing seemed likely enough to make them turn into cold-hearted killers overnight. “So are you two going to tell me what the bloody hell is going on or are you going to make me watch you shag on my sofa?”
“Wouldn’t make you watch…” Willow pouted. “Might make you join…” She spread her legs, allowing Xander’s hand to work its way further under her skirt. Spike stared in surprise. From his vantage across from the witch it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal in the air and grew hard.
“Not a bad idea, Wills. You, me, Blondie…” Xander purred, his fingers winding lightly through the damp curls of his lover. “But not right now, though. Maybe after we tell him what happened to us? That’s if he –wants- to play with us…”
“Who said we’re giving him a choice? “ The red head cooed. “I say if he protests we just chain him up and use him…”
The vampire sat up a little straighter. “That won’t be necessary, pet. I’m quite willing.” He winked at her. “But the chain idea does have merit…”
Willow laughed. “Then let me tell you what happened so we can get on to more interesting things…” She licked her lips, eyeing the bulge in his crotch. “Basically…there was this spell…I –thought- it was to anchor a soul….turns out…it steals them…piece by piece…”
Xander shivered, listening to the husky tone of his lover’s voice. “Its like a wind blowing through you…and everytime it comes another little piece of your soul is gone. We didn’t know about it until the other day, really. Had no clue at all. Even now that we do know, we don’t care. Buffy and Giles don’t think we actually did the spell – they think we’re just going through some sort of ‘phase’.”
“Phase,” Willow spat, her eyes sparkling with anger. “Little whore. She just couldn’t stand the fact that we’ve changed – that we don’t need her anymore. Self-righteous little slut.”
“Want me to make her bleed for you, baby?” Xander whispered, licking along the edge of her earlobe. “Want me to give you her cold, dead body as a present?” He leaned in, his lips meeting hers as the soft words poured from his lips. Tantalizing statements of the ways he would make Buffy bleed and suffer for her.
Spike watched as the two lovers began to kiss, thoughts of a dead or dying Slayer obviously turning them on further. It all made perfect sense to him now. The way they had gone from upstanding member of the Sunnydale community to America’s most wanted in less than a few weeks. It explained the kinship he felt everytime he got near them – his demon was obviously recognizing their gradual loss of soul and knew they’d make good mates.
His cock throbbed against the inside of his jeans as he watched the two of them battle with their tongues. The display was more than a kiss – it was a desperate mating of mouths as the two humans sought to quench the desire burning within them. With an almost inarticulate moan he released the catch on his jeans, intending to toss off if they wouldn’t let him join in their fun.
“Someone’s feeling left out…” Willow murmured into Xander’s mouth, letting him take a moment to breath. She turned lust-filled green eyes on the blonde, moving towards him in an action that was pure predator. If he had been human Spike would have known fear at that moment – the way that she moved spoke of someone that was capable of hunting down their prey. Licking her lips, the red head dropped to her knees in front of him, removing his hand from the fly of his jeans. “Let me take care of that.”
Spike moaned long and low as her warm mouth encompassed the wide girth of his cock. He felt himself throb in time with the pulse he hadn’t had for well over a century, sending impossibly more blood to his already swollen member. Through half-shut eyes he saw Xander come up behind her, pants falling to the floor in a pile of fabric. He licked his own lips as he saw the human’s rod for the first time, imagining what it would be like to take it in his mouth and suck on it like a lollipop.
Xander kneeled behind his lover, pulling roughly on her ass so that she put it in the air for him, her mouth never leaving the ardent attentions she was lavishing on Spike’s cock. He grunted in satisfaction, grabbing onto her hips with his hands and ramming into her tight cunt with one sure thrust. He heard her moan, setting off a similar reaction in the vampire as the vibrations of her vocalization traveled the throbbing length of the blonde’s cock. With hard thrusts, the dark haired youth pounded into her, slamming his entire length home time and again.
Spike threaded his fingers through Willow’s red hair, admiring its flaming length as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. He growled, meeting Xander’s eyes over the red head’s smooth, pale back. He felt his cock throb impossibly harder as he saw the look of raw lust in the mortal’s eyes. Later he would feel him – feel the tight muscles of the human’s ass clench around him so much tighter than the witch’s mouth could ever do. He tightened his fingers in her hair, guiding her head along its course of lust.
Reaching a hand underneath Willow’s body, Xander strummed lightly at her clit, his primal pounding never ceasing. He grunted, slamming almost painfully into her, the slapping of his balls echoing through the room. He could hear her moaning increase in volume and he sped up the actions his fingers were lavishing on her clit.
Spike pulled down on the beautiful witch’s head, his face vamping out as he shot his cool cum deep in her throat. She swallowed every spurt, licking her lips as she pulled off, rocking back onto Xander’s cock with a throaty moan. Her eyes closed, skin glistening with sweat as she keened with pleasure. “Harder, Xan…”
Grunting, the mortal youth rammed his cock into her. He could feel his balls tighten against his body as his orgasm began to ride up through him. “Wills…coming…cum with me….”
“Yeeessss….” Willow cried out, her body clenching around his spurting shaft as she cried out with release. She felt him shudder as he spilled his seed deep within her core, his body draping over hers as the last moan left his moist lips. “Oh goddess…that was…” She looked up at Spike, sitting on the floor as Xander crawled off of her to lay on the couch. “That was magnificent…” Her eyes shone with a re-building desire. “Spike…you taste divine…”
“Does he?” Xander murmured from the couch. “Remind me to find out after a quick nap.”
Spike snorted, standing and pulling Willow to her feet. He came to stand over the sleepy-eyed mortal man, mock-glaring at him. “No one said you could sleep, Chubs. Get your arse in the bedroom – we’ve got some more shagging to get to.”
Grinning, Xander swung his legs over the side of the couch, following the naked pair into the bedroom. It was going to be a very long night.
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Part 9 coming soon!