Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ Enter Spike Stage Right ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

When Willow goes "Bronzing" With Buffy and Xander, and Angelus is too busy to go and keep an eye on her he sends Spike...and Spike uses the opportunity to get a "feel" for the chit that has his Grandsire so obsessed...

Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2007 | Pages: 6 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 438 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I don't own anything BtVS

M action soon to come...just not in this chappie

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Dru clapped her hands merrily as she sang with Miss Edith. According to the doll everything was going to plan. While Mummy was still frightened of daddy, she hadn't revoked the invitation to her house again, and it'd been a couple of nights since he'd started visiting her—spending all the night with her.

Dru knew that she should be jealous that her daddy was giving so much attention to some one other than her, but she was too excited to be so. Plus, this was her mummy, she was the exception to the rule.

Giggling at the thought that she would soon have a mummy to sing to her, brush her hair, and have tea with, the vampire sang louder and with more gusto.

“What has you so excited luv?” Spike asked from where he was playing Solitaire by himself. He didn't know what to think of the girl Angelus was so interested in, but at least something had happened to have Angelus feeding him his blood, and now Spike was well enough to get out of the wheelchair, and walk normally.

“The stars are singing beautifully in my ear.” Dru sang, clapping her hands to the beat of whatever music only she could hear. “They sing that mummy and daddy will soon be together.”

“Together biblically?” Spike snorted, unable to believe that his sire hadn't gotten that far as yet. What had they been doing all these nights if not having sex? “You sure of that luv?”

Ignoring Spike once more, Dru sang merrily with Miss Edith, who too, had decided that Spike's question merited no answer.

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Buffy was getting suspicious.

She hadn't come out and said it, but Willow could sense the way her friend watched her—as if worried. The redhead sighed as she typed on her computer. She couldn't continue to blow off her friends every night just because Angelus wanted her to. They were becoming suspicious that she was hiding something, and plus, she missed them!

“I don't like the fact that when you're on that thing you get so absorbed you don't even notice me.” A cool voice said from her bed.

Looking up in surprise, Willow blanched and then blushed when she realized that Angelus had somehow entered her room and lain on her bed without her even knowing. The knowledge didn't sit well with her. “Um—h-hi Angelus.” She stammered, per usual. “How long have you been there?”

His scowl deepened. “You didn't know I was here.” It wasn't a question. It was an accusation deepened by him narrowing his eyes.

“Sorry?” Clearing her throat, she quickly logged off of the computer and slowly made her way to the bed to sit down next to him. From the night after she'd had to invite him again to save her life, he'd told her straight out that she was his and that he liked to have her near.

She looked away though, he pulled her down so that she was lying against him. Willow's cheeks burned as she felt his steel body behind hers. While he'd kissed and touched her in the most intimate of ways and places, he hadn't taken her as yet, and she was still unused to having a man touch her like this.

A man? You mean a vampire. You know, immortal leeches?

But try as she might, Willow couldn't compare Angelus to a leech. And if she did—he was the sexiest leech in history.

Bad thoughts. You shouldn't be thinking those things about your best friend's boyfriend!

She frowned, wondering if Buffy and Angel—Angelus—were still technically an item. It wasn't as if Angelus had broken up officially with the blonde after having returned.

Oh God. I'm an adulterer.

“What's on your mind, little one?” Angelus asked as his fingers treaded through her long locks.

And once again she was dumbstruck at the thought that the Scourge of Europe, the monster of countless people's nightmares, could be so nice. He hadn't tried to rape her or even torture her.

Then again, maybe he was performing a subtler type of torture. Every night he came to her and they'd end up on the floor, against the wall or on her bed, his mouth and hands torturing her slowly. He started a fire in her that grew in strength with each lick against her nether lips, or each flick of her clit, and then, when she felt as if she were about to explode, he'd pull away.

It was agonizing.

So yeah, scratch that. He'd been torturing her night after night.

“I'm going Bronzing tomorrow night.” She'd decided to tell him and not ask, because surely if she did, he wouldn't let her go.

“Oh you are, are you?” His voice was calm yet with a hint of annoyance.

It wasn't a wise thing to annoy a cold-blooded murderer.

She gulped, deciding to risk it. “Yes, Buffy is beginning to suspect that I'm keeping a secret from them and if I cry off another night out then I won't put it past her to show up unannounced just to try and figure out what it is that I'm hiding.”

“You know, this wouldn't be a problem if I just killed her.” He said as if they were discussing boring politics.

She stiffened in his arms. Kill Buffy? No!

He growled. “Are you going to tell me not to kill the Slayer?”

The redheaded hacker hesitated, knowing that the wording would have to be perfect for him not to grow insanely angry with her. “I—I can't tell you what to do Angelus.” She whimpered at the strength he placed in his hold. “But I'd be happier if you didn't kill her. She's my friend.”

“And you belong to me.”

Automatically, Willow's hand went to her throat. While it didn't own the claiming bite, he'd come close to doing it every night he visited, and every night she was filled with a mixture of glee and disappointment when he returned home and left her neck unscarred by his fangs.

He chuckled against her throat. “I don't even have to look in your face to know what you're thinking.”

Her hand fell quickly form her neck and she silently berated herself for being so transparent. “How are Spike and Dru?” She stirred the conversation onto what she hoped was a safer subject. She'd been surprised to hear that they were back in town, and that Spike had become an invalid after a church fell on him.

“Spike's a pain in the ass as usual and Dru's been asking about you. She wants to know when I'm going to bring you to the mansion.”

Willow's blood ran cold. Her? Go to a mansion filled with minions, two Master Vampires and an insane vampiress? Oh no. Not happening.

But of course, she didn't say that. “Oh.” She didn't want to know what he'd answered to that question.

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“I'm so glad you're coming with us!” Buffy told Willow happily the next night as they headed towards the Bronze. To Willow's surprise, Buffy and Xander had hitched a ride with Oz, and they came to pick her up in Oz's van instead of walking to the Bronze as they usually did.

“Yeah Wills.” Xander announced from where he sat. Cordelia hadn't come tonight, though she wouldn't tell them why. “It's been like forever since we've been together.”

“Don't exaggerate Xan.” Willow rolled her eyes from where she sat in the front passenger's seat. She tried keeping her gaze away from the ever watchful Oz, and watched the scenery as they drove towards the Bronze. If she'd known that Buffy and Xander were planning on hitching a ride with Oz she would have told them that she'd meet them there instead of going with them.

Her frown darkened as she searched their surroundings for any sign of either Angelus or his minions. The vampire didn't bluff, and she knew that Oz could be in grave danger for having given her a ride—and she wasn't exactly safe from Angelus' wrath either.

Stomach killing her with nerves, she nearly missed what Buffy was saying.

“He's not exaggerating actually, and that's a first!” She announced. “We hardly see you anymore Wills.” She frowned. “What have you been up to lately?”

Warning bells rang in her ears. “Uh, nothing really.” Willow lied. “Just updating my online diary and whatnot. Also, I have been thinking on writing a book maybe, about our adventures.” She winced when she remembered that Oz was with them, but he didn't seem to realize that she was speaking about Slaying adventures and not the normal teenaged type.

“Oh.” Buffy said softly. “That's-uh-interesting.”

“Writing a book?” Xander exclaimed, not as tactfully as Buffy. “Willow, that's boring! No one reads nowadays anyway!”

“I like to read.” Oz cut in, sending Willow a shy look. “I'd like to read your book whenever you've finished it.”

And Willow felt worse and worse for lying to her friends and to Oz. “Uh, sure. You'll be the first to red it.”

“Thanks.” His smile was pure happiness.

Xander and Buffy dominated the conversation after that, and when they reached to the bronze, Willow quickly thanked Oz and hurried out of the van, positioning herself between Buffy and Xander, praying that Angelus wouldn't make an appearance that night.

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Oz's band was playing, and Willow couldn't have been happier. The Dingoes were great, and that way she didn't have to avoid the cute guy like the plague.

Buffy and Xander were off dancing…well…Buffy was dancing and Xander was doing some odd sort of chicken-like movements which she guessed could pass for dancing if you tilted your head and squinted very hard while watching.

“You smell like the mutt, luv. You should be glad Angelus had something he needed to do tonight and delegated the Willow-sitting to me.”

Looking at the blonde vampire, currently smoking a fag as he sat down across from her, Willow blinked. “S-Spike?”

“Mum.” He returned with a cheeky smile.

“Mum?” She parroted for lack of a better comeback. “Um, Spike? What are you doing here? If Buffy sees you—and aren't you supposed to be in a wheelchair?”

“That Poof just loves to tell everyone about the wheelchair, doesn't he?” Spike muttered to himself before looking back at Willow. “I'm on Willow-duty.”

“Willow-duty?” Despite herself she was intrigued.

“Yep, dear old daddy has someone keeping an eye on you all the time. Minions during the night, other demons throughout the day. You piss, he knows about it.”

Wincing, Willow couldn't believe it. “B-but why?”

Yet Spike wasn't listening to her, he was sniffing the air around her, and eyeing her exposed neck critically. “You smell like the mutt and you have not bite mark? What the bloody hell have you and my Sire been doing these last couple of nights?”

“I don't think that's any of your business William.”

Now he winced at hearing his name. “Spike. The name's Spike.”

“I liked your old name better.” She told him, wondering where this bravado was coming from. “William Ashton. It sounds romantic in a Shakespearean way.”

“Considering the faggot's work I don't think I'm complimented.” The blonde vampire muttered darkly. “I thought you were smarter than this.”

“Than what?” Purely amazed at how unafraid she was of the vampire who'd tried to kill her before, Willow leaned forwards on the table.

“I'm sure my sire told you to stay away from the wolf.”

“Wolf?” Willow frowned.

He suddenly broke out in a large smile. “He didn't tell you then, did he?”

“Tell me what?” She was growing exasperated with the handsome English bloke.

“The werewolf that nearly attacked you that night? It's the mutt.” He motioned with his chin to the stage, where Oz was singing a ballad that had the girls swooning.

It took a moment for Willow to understand what Spike was insinuating, and when she did, she blanched. “Good God!”

“He has nothing to do with it.” Spike assured her. “So tell me, mum, why did you risk the Poof tearing you apart only to come here to watch others dance?”

She blushed, looking away. “I—I figured Angelus wouldn't like it if I danced with someone else—and that he might follow me. And even if he didn't, that he'd be able to smell them on me as he had Oz.”

“I knew you were the smart one.” Spike chuckled, snuffing the fag against the table. He got up and grabbed her hand, pulling her up with him and on the dance floor.

“W-w-what are you d-doing?” She stammered as he took them to the corner most distant from the Slayer and Xander, and placed an arm around her waist.

“Dancing. You should try it sometime.”

Yet still she hesitated. “Bu-but Angelus--.”

“I'm his grandchilde.” Spike told her. “And I'm supposed to make sure you're safe.”

She hesitated only a moment before deciding that if angelus grew angry with her she could always just lay the blame on Spike, so she danced with him. Beat after beat, song after song.

At first she did so tensely because she kept looking around to make sure that neither Buffy nor Xander could see her. Spike had taken care of that and kept maneuvering them suavely throughout the crowd to keep them as hidden from the slayer as possible.

Realizing that Spike was taking care of her, Willow relaxed completely and began to enjoy herself. She realized that she hadn't had this much fun in a long time, as she and Spike danced and talked to each other over the music.

Suddenly another ballad began, and Willow gulped when Spike held her close and they began to sway softly together. She laid her head against his chest, where his heart should be, and was fascinated with the proof that it truly didn't beat.

“I finally understand him, luv.” Spike whispered into her ear.

“Huh?” She asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

He smiled t her. “Never mind.” They continued until the song ended, and then he pulled away. Holding her hand to his forehead, he then brought it to his lips and kissed it before backing away and melting into the crowds.

Surprised and a little disappointed that he'd left her, Willow didn't notice Buffy until she spoke.

“Here you are!” The blonde exclaimed. “I saw you dancing with someone. That's a first! I couldn't really see him good at all though, there were too many people all around us. Was he handsome?”

Looking in the direction that Spike had disappeared in, Willow nodded. “Very.”

“Yay!” Buffy giggled as she looped her arm around Willow's. Anyone who looked at the blonde wouldn't believe that she was the Chosen One. “You're going to have to tell me all about him!”

Groaning silently, Willow allowed her to lead her off of the dance floor and back to the tables.

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After making sure that Willow was home safe, Spike returned to the mansion on Crawford Street. He didn't go to see how Dru was doing, as he normally would. He didn't have the head to talk to his dark goddess at the moment.

Sitting by the fireplace, looking into the flames, he thought things over. He finally understood what it was that his sire saw in the young mortal girl. She was beautiful, smart, and uncommonly witty.

She'd make a fine addition to the family.

And she beats by far that bitch Darla.

“I smell her all over you.” The voice was soft yet menacing.

“Did what you said sire.” Spike didn't look up from the fire. “Kept an eye on her until she got home safe and sound. We spoke and danced together too. Thought it'd be better for her to dance with me than the other blokes in the Bronze.”

Angelus, returning from the meeting he'd been having with some demons, sat next to Spike, watching him intently. “And?”

“And I have one question.”

Angelus nodded. “Go on.”

Turning to look at him for the first time since he'd entered, Spike raised an eyebrow, smirk growing on his handsome face. “When's she joining the family?”

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