POSSESSIVE BELONGING

DISCLAIMER: None are mine, only the plot as weak as it is!

SPOILERS: Halloween in series 2, but some of the events are changed.

PAIRING: W/S

FEEDBACK: Only if you wanna, but I would appreciate it! J

DEDICATION: To everyone at BBF list for being nice to me, you know who you are! J .

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a challenge response as feeble as it is, I have writers block and I desperately want rid of this, so I am aware that this sucks, just don't flame me. I also know that I have totally glossed over the whole Dru thing. So sue me!!

(At the point in the episode where Willow leaves the library and goes in search of Buffy and the others to warn them Spike is on his way.)

"Find her!" Willow stopped as she heard the familiar British accent. "The bloody slayer is around here and I want her blood." She saw a group of demons, most obviously were children who had been turned into their costumes. In the middle of them was one blonde vampire. Spike. He turned to look at her, a slow grin formed on his face. "Well, look whatwe have here." He slowly stalked over to her. Gathering her strength she stood her ground, she knew that he couldn't hurt her, but he didn't know that. "One of the slayers little toys, and all dressed up just for me, how nice." He touched his chest where his dead heart didn't beat. "I'm really touched pet I am."

"Yeah well that's all you'll touch."

"Oh feisty little one we have here." He began to walk around her admiring the curve of her back and the exposed flesh thatwas normally covered with the fuzzy sweaters. "Maybe I'll decide who and what I touch luv."

"Maybe? But not this time." She remained still scared despite the fact he couldn't hurt her.

"Oh but I don't think so." He raised his hand to touch her face and it passed right through her. "What the...?" He struggled to keep his footing. Willow beamed at him.

"Ghost, I'm a ghost. You can't touch me. Oh I played you mister big bad vampire." Spike glared at her.

"Find the others and kill them *slowly*" He ordered over his shoulder, his eyes still on the red head in front of him. "This isn't finished pet." He spun on his heels and followed his new minions.

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(At the abandoned warehouse. Spike is about to enter it.)

"Go, go." Xander shouted as he futilely held on to the door trying to stop Spike's entrance a moment longer.

"Xander it's no good." Willow said next to him.

"Look lady it's all I can do, you got any other ideas?"

"Yeah." She looked at him. "Go, go with the others, I'll stop Spike."

"I don't like this."

"Look if I fail you're all going to die, if I don't try you're all going to die. Do you need more of a choice?"

"Fine lady. Good luck. Come on cat woman." Xander left taking Cordelia and Buffy with him.

The doors burst open and flew through Willow. She stood facing Spike. "We meet again." She smiled despite the situation. He stared at her.

"You can't bloody stop me, I can walk right through you." He stepped forward and half-passed though her. "What the &?"
He tried to pull himself all the way through her but was stuck. His body began to convulse as the ghost of Willow began to disappear.

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(Spike is holding Buffy down in the warehouse. Inside Spike he's having his own fight.)

Willow looked around. She saw Buffy lying on a stack of boxes, turning her head she saw Angel being held by minions, and Xander struggling to be free, and then Cordelia looking like she wished she was any where else but there. Looking back Willow saw her own hands. Wait they weren't her hands, they were Spike's. She was in Spike's body. The demon was fighting her, trying to keep control of Spike, but she had to win, she had to save her friends. She saw Buffy, the slayer. Part of her wanted to let Spike win, she felt his need, his drive in sole purpose, to kill, to drink the merry blood of the slayer. No, they weren't her thoughts, Buffy was her friends, Buffy was the protector, she had to save her. It all rested on her. She had to reach out with her mind and pull Spike's hand away from Buffy's next, had to move his head back and put his fangy teeth back into his own mouth. She reached, she pulled, she fought with the demon.

Spike looked at the slayer, he felt dazed, like he was being pulled apart from the inside. He felt some sort of purity in him, some innocence that he hadn't felt in a long time, it was fighting his demon, it was stronger than he had ever been, it was winning. Suddenly there was a fist in his face and he fell back. The slayer was hitting him; she was not longer helpless. He stumbled, he looked around, his sire looked at him, he saw a look in his eye that he hadn't seen in a long time. There wasn't the hatred he had thought would be there seeing as he had just tried to kill his girlfriend. There was something else. There was&worry? Concern? Why the hell was he looking like that? Desperately trying to gather his bearings Spike stumbled out of the building.

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(Willow's house)

Willow was roused awake from her light sleep with a gentle tapping on her French window doors. < Who is it? Buffy is with Angel. > Slowly she got up and went to the window. Slowly opening the door she gasped.

"Hello luv."

"What are you doing here?"

"Thought I might like to *come in*" He stressed with a wicked smirk.

"I can call Buffy and she'll be here in five minutes."

"Aww, now that's not nice."

"What do you want Spike?"

"I told you. I want to *come in*" He smirked again when he realised that she finally got the meaning of the words.

"Why? So you can kill me? I dont think so." She stepped back from the door.

"Oh, not so tough now you're not a ghost." He pushed against the invisible barrier on the door. He demon was screaming out for her, wanting to touch her like it had before. He wanted to touch her, to have him calm her; he needed that peace he felt for a moment earlier that night. "You know what happened don't you?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, don't tell me you can't feel it." He pushed once again on the barrier. "You touched me when you 'possessed me', the demon needs you to calm it, you need the demon to bring out that fire I know is in you, I've seen it, felt it, touched it. I need it again." He heard her heartbeat sped up, he held eye contact with her, silently begging her to let her, let him make her feel how he felt.

"S,...so you're begging, not very becoming for William the Bloody is it?" At his growl she stepped further back, his eyes flashed yellow. A part of her reacted to this, she couldn't stop herself, she stepped forward and lightly touched his face. The growling stopped and Spike closed his eyes contentedly. She couldn't stop herself, she was screaming out to herself that she needed him that she needed the completeness that came with him, she needed him. "Come in." She whispered the words. As soon as they were out of her mouth Spike practically fell on her as the barrier vanished that he was leaning against. His arms went around her waist as he held her.

It was like a dream. As if a new part of her very being was guiding her, taking over and claiming Spike as hers, just as she knew Spike was claiming her. He hadn't spoken a word but she knew. She could feel his contentment. His lips gently brushed her neck and she moaned. Her fingers entwined in his blonde hair urging him closer. "What's happening?" She asked, she wasn't fully aware that her lips had moved, that it was her voice that had spoken, but she heard it all the same. Spike pulled away and looked into her emerald eyes.

"The demon in me loves the innocence in you."

"You love me?" She asked shocked.

"He does. I," He caressed her face smiling. "I love the fire in you, want to take away the innocence."

"Oh."

"Oh? Is that all you can say?" He removed his arms from her body, he felt like he was being torn apart as he did it but he did it.

"Well." Willow smiled and stepped forward. "Why speak when we can be doing so many other things." She captured his lips pushing him backwards in the process.

"The fire and the innocence, so intoxicating." He mumbled around her mouth as he allowed her to push him onto the bed and straddle him.

Clothes began to fly, moans filled the room. Willow continued to dominate Spike.

"Oh no Red not this time." Spike pushed her away. He saw the confused look on her face. Suddenly it was replaced with joy as he flipped them over so he was on top. "It was your turn last time, now it's mine." He rained kissed down her neck, her breasts and stomach. Willow arched against him.

"Spike." She pleaded.

"Who'd have thought this would be how I would end the day." He said into her belly button as he continued his passionate assault on her. "I never knew what it was like to truly belong," He added looking up and moving further up her body until his lips nearly touched her. "until I found you." He kissed her, and in the same moment entered her. He swallowed her scream of pleasure pain and they both savoured the overwhelming passionate feeling of belonging.

The End