Title: Past Imperfect 3/?
"I don't know," Buffy admitted and shot a worried
glance at Xander. "We've been to the factory, the
mansion. I even checked out the tunnels that lead to
the dorm. I'm not saying Spike is all trustworthy or
anything, but I don't think he took her."
"They're both missing. No one's heard a word from
either of them. Even we non-intellectuals can figure
the math on this one," Xander argued.
"I think what Buffy is saying is that they both may
have been taken," Giles explained.
The slayer nodded, "I don't believe Spike just took
off with her. If I hadn't gone to the movies--"
"Wanting a social life doesn't mean you're to blame
for this," Giles stopped her. "Willow was gone when
you got back around midnight, and no one saw anyone
leaving the dorm with her. She must have left on her
own."
"We'll check around town again," Buffy shrugged
despondently.
"You need to get some sleep. You spent all last night
looking for her," Giles said.
"I cut class and got a couple of hours this afternoon.
It'll be sunset soon. If Spike's capable of moving
about, I need to be out where I can see him. Come on,
Xander," she motioned to him as she stood up and went
to the door.
"Let me know if you find anything," Giles requested.
"I will," she promised.
***
"I'm sorry," Willow sighed as she leaned back against
the wall.
"For what, pet?"
"I should have paid closer attention to how I got to
your room. It seemed simple enough at the time.
Something was drawing me to where you were. I found
you almost without having to think about it."
"Your blood in my veins," he told her.
"But that was weeks ago!"
"You drank from me, too," he said.
"Did I?" she asked him, struggling to remember exactly
what had happened that night.
"You must have done. We're lovers. I'm sure I would
have given you my blood in return," he reasoned.
"If you did, why am I not a vampire?"
He smiled and placed his hand against her cheek,
"Because I didn't drain you first. My blood in your
mortal veins creates a bond between us, sweetheart.
That's what drew you here to me."
"How long does this--bond--last?" she asked. "I mean,
it's been three weeks since you--"
"It would easily have lasted that long. I haven't
offered you my blood since then? I'm sorry, baby."
"No!" her eyes flew to his. "I don't need--"
"You don't like it," he nodded. "That's
understandable. But you love me enough to keep that
bond strong by drinking from me."
She gulped as he pulled her closer to him.
"If I had remembered it had been that long, I'd have
offered you my blood last night when we--"
"No, really," she mumbled against his chest. "It's
okay. You were hurt, and I--"
"I'm better now," he smiled. "Come here."
"Spike! Those men. They could come back any time. We
should be trying to--"
"We will," he whispered against her mouth before
drawing her lip between his teeth to suck and nibble
at it.
Willow trembled at the realization of what Spike
intended to do, but she was even more frightened of
fighting him off, frightened of the consequences
should he suddenly remembered they hadn't been
together in the past. She had no idea why his memories
were garbled, and she had no idea what, if anything,
might bring them back into focus. And she couldn't
deny the pleasurable sensation his lips and hands were
creating as they moved over her body. Whether it was
the effect of their bond or something much more
natural, he made her want him as no one else ever had.
Her tongue slid over his as he unzipped his jeans and
freed his hard cock from its confinement. She gripped
his shoulders as he raised her skirt and lifted her
up, pinning her between his body and the wall behind
her. The tip of his shaft brushed over her sex, and
she moaned softly and wrapped her legs around him as
he entered her slowly. Spike's eyes darkened with want
as they stared into hers. His lips danced lightly over
her warm cheek as she panted softly in time to his
rhythm as he pumped into her. He bit into her neck and
held her tight as her sudden climax brought his name
to her lips. Holding her with one arm, he bit into his
wrist and brought it to her lips.
"Drink," the soft encouragement drifted through the
haze in her mind. "I love you, Willow. Be with me."
She closed her eyes and suckled at the gash on his
wrist. He growled and slammed his cock into her,
shooting his cold seed deep inside her as his blood
flowed into her mouth. Pulling his arm away from her
lips, he crushed her tiny body to his as her head
dropped to his shoulder, and she struggled to regain
reality.
She felt gentle fingers stroking her hair as he rocked
her slowly. The wispy fog that had curled around her
thoughts gradually lifted, and she raised her head to
look into the depths of his eyes. He lowered her to
the floor and took the lips that tilted to meet his as
Willow's arms wrapped snugly around his neck.
***
It was well past sunset when Spike pulled open what
seemed like the thousandth door, to be greeted by a
gentle breeze of the fresh night air. Willow squeezed
Spike's hand and smiled happily up at him as he pulled
her outside.
"We did it," she sighed.
"We're not in the clear, yet," he warned her, his
sensitive ears having picked up the sound of tires on
gravel.
He pulled the redhead into the shadows as a pair of
headlights swung around a bend in the road. Two men
climbed out of the car and headed for the door at the
front of the house.
"Come on," Spike said softly and moved toward the car.
He yanked the door open, reached in with one arm, and
leaned on the horn.
"What are you doing?" Willow squealed.
"I want to know who they are and why they came after
me," he answered. "And I bloody well mean to find
out."
Both men came charging back out of the house. The
headlights glimmered off the weapon one of them lifted
to his shoulder.
"Spike!" Willow barked and grabbed his arm.
She hauled him down so quickly, he lost his footing
and landed on his ass on the ground behind the open
car door. An arrow slammed into the window, and he
pulled Willow close to him, shielding her with his
arms from the flying shards of glass. He scrambled to
his feet and flew around the door, nearly running
directly into one of the men. Spike's amber eyes
burned angrily, and his fangs flashed in the
headlights before they sank into the man's throat and
tore open his jugular.
"Spike, they're human!" Willow shouted as she reached
for him.
"You don't have to be unmortal to be a bastard," he
snarled and took off after the second man.
The man turned as Spike gained on him, and he swung
the crossbow at the vampire's head. Spike grabbed it
and hurled it into the darkness, then latched onto the
man's hair and snapped his neck. He returned to Willow
and gently pushed her into the car before sliding in
beside her.
"I thought you wanted answers," she said as she tried
to calm her trembling nerves.
"I got carried away," he shrugged with a small grin
and backed the car around.
He shoved the vehicle into drive and reached for
Willow, pulling her close to his side.
"You're safe now. That's all that matters," he told
her as they sped away from the house.
Author: Ruby
E-mail: ruby_113@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-16
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Summary: Spike has had a slight mental adjustment.
Archive: Charity's site, Willow's Men, Fever of Fate,
and all the rest of my usual haunts.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Dedication: For Jamie. I'm still tapping away.
"Where the hell would he take her?" Giles asked.
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