~*~*Note: Starting here this story is taken over
by Jinni
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Willow stared up at the ceiling of the small guestroom she had been lucky
enough to secure from Cordelia. After spending two hours crying and talking
with Angel and the former cheerleader, she had not been in the mood to go
searching for a hotel. So, instead, Angel had.
And he had taken Spike with him.
The red head rolled over, sighing to herself. This certainly wasn’t the
situation she had thought she would end up in when she had agreed to let Spike
bite her the day before. The thought of being with him for an eternity had
never once crossed her mind when she had been fucking him under the stars. But
that’s where she was now.
Bound to one bleached blonde moron for the rest of her life.
She shut her eyes, trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to once
again spill across her cheeks. How had she gotten herself into this mess?
{Overactive hormones, Willow, always knew they’d get you in trouble.} She
laughed bitterly.
“Wills?” Delia asked quietly, knocking on the open door lightly to gain the red
head’s attention. “Are you okay.”
“Not really…” Willow mumbled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She
felt the bed sink down as the brunette joined her. “Why, Delia….why did he do
this?”
“Is it possible he genuinely likes you?” The young woman asked. She looked down
with worry into the face of the girl she had come to know greatly since
graduating. This was one of her few true friends and here she was, crying over
something no one could really do anything about.
The red head laughed, the angry sound echoing through the small room. “That’s
something I realized when I was talking to you two – he doesn’t really care.
Its all about sex and blood.” Hot, salty tears poured from her eyes and she
closed the green orbs against the now hurtful glare of the overhead lamp. “Anya
said he had been giving off signs before this, but it must have been for the
same reasons – blood and sex.”
“He even scared me, badly, right after our first time together. Chased me
through town like he was going to eat me. I believed him when he said it was
just to make me taste better, though.” She wiped again at her eyes, trying to
dry the tears that seemed to never stop flowing. “I was naïve to think he could
ever care for me. I’m just a walking meal and fuck to him.”
Cordelia nodded. That was about all she expected from the blonde haired
vampire. After speaking with Angel at length about his disobedient Childe in
the past, she knew what the wretched creature was capable of. But even this was
far beyond what she would have guessed he’d do. “Angel called. He and Spike
are going to stay at the hotel tonight so you can have a little time away from
him.”
Willow’s eyes widened. She felt a twinge of loneliness pass through her at the
thought of being separated from her mate for so long. {Not my mate!} she
corrected herself. {Not my boyfriend, not my lover….not my –anything-!} “How
did Angel get Blondie to agree to that?”
The brunette laughed. “You’re assuming he gave him a choice.”
** ** **
Back and forth.
Forth and back.
Angel growled softly as his Childe completed yet another circuit across the
front of the room.
“What?” The blonde sneered, glaring at the creature who had forced him into
this tiny hell of a hotel room for the entire day.
“Stop. Pacing.” The older vampire said through clenched teeth. He watched as
Spike came to a stop in front of him, the smoke from his cigarette wafting into
the air like some sort of dirty halo.
“Or else what? You gonna beat me up –again- you wanker?” The blonde smirked. He
took another deep drag off of his cigarette, holding in the smoke and letting
it warm his dead lungs before exhaling. “Sorry mate – been there and bloody
well done that once tonight. The threat just doesn’t scare me anymore.”
Angel cocked an eyebrow at his petulant Childe. “You should be damn lucky I
haven’t set you out for the sun to take for what you did to Willow. She had no
idea what she was getting into with you and you –knew- it! You used her!”
Spike glared at his Sire, tossing the still smoking but of his cigarette into
the room’s small ashtray. “And she’ll get eternal life out of the soddin’
deal!”
His Sire laughed – the sound harsh. “Eternal life with you? Why in the hell
would anyone want that?”
“I dunno, -Sire-, why don’t you tell me?” He stared at the man who had chosen
him for just that – eternity – and dared him to answer his own question.
Angel sucked in an unneeded breath. “This has nothing to do with me, Spike.”
“No, Peaches, I think it has a –lot- to do with you.” The blonde haired demon
sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to regard his Sire with cold
blue eyes. “Why are you so worried about the chit?”
“She’s my friend…”
“She’s a lot more to you than that!” Spike roared. “Come on! Don’t lie to me. I
can see it every time you look at her! You want her. That is the only effin
reason you are this bloody upset about it. Anyone else you would have lectured
me, counseled the girl and moved on. But not Red, she’s special. You actually
–care- for her! ”
“Wrong.” Angel growled, standing up so that he could glare down at his Childe.
“She is –just- a friend.” {That’s right, try to convince him of that when you
can’t even convince yourself,} his inner voice chided.
“Then back off, Poof. I have claimed the little witch and no amount of your
bullying is going to make be drop it.” The words were as cold and precise as
the eyes staring up at the dark haired vampire. “I –do- care about her, you
know.”
“Oh I know. You love her to death because she is your only source of fresh
human blood.” The older vampire snorted, returning to his chair. “That and
she’s a good lay, right Spike?” Angel felt a twinge of guilt course through him
for the callous statement about the red head he truly did care about more than
he should have.
Spike growled. “Do not speak of my mate like that, Angelus. How I care for her
is none of your concern. She. Is. Mine.”
Angel blinked, shocked by the almost raw emotion he could see in his Childe’s
face. Was it possible that the blonde actually cared about Willow in his own
sick, twisted way? He sighed, expelling the air violently. No. It wasn’t
possible for a soulless demon to care about anything other than where its next
meal was coming from. “Goodnight Spike. We’ll talk about this more later.”
“Like Hell we will, Peaches.” Spike grumbled. He pulled back the sheets on the
bed, noticing for the first time that it was the only one in the room. Groaning
softly, he looked at his Sire. “So where do –you- plan on sleeping, mate?”