Trembling from head to toe, Willow stumbled into the bathroom to splash cool water on her flushed face. The remnants of her dream--primarily gut-wrenching fear and anguished loss--lingered and she stared blankly into the mirror.
Desolation filled her at the bleakness of the future. Angelus would turn her, taking from her everything that made her Willow. Would she still love Spike? Obviously, some vampires could feel love, but Spike and Drusilla had fallen in love as demons. Would her own demon be able to love Spike?
Her own demon...
A shudder went through her and her breath caught in her throat as wild emotions nearly strangled her. She didn't want to become a demon!
Spike's hesitant call broke her from her despair and she hurried back into the bedroom. Her lover lay still and pale under the blankets, but his eyes were open and clear. Sitting down on the bed next to him, she took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.
"Is it morning?" Willow nodded. "Where's Dru?"
"She left right before dawn. She said she was going to have a little talk with Angel about leaving you to die."
A smile quirked at the corners of his lips. "My two lionesses." His smile slid away and his eyes focused on her pale face. "Are you really okay with this, luv? With Dru?"
Willow nodded, and flashed him a brittle smile. "It'll be fine. All you have to do is get well. How do you feel this morning?"
"Like shit...but...still here."
"Do you want some more blood?"
"...You fed me last night." His brows furrowed as he remembered vague images from the night before, remembered her orgasming. "Angelus knows."
"It's okay. Everything's out now and...it's okay." She changed the subject, lifting her free wrist to his mouth. "Can you bite or should I go get a knife."
"Is there any of the bagged variety?"
"My blood makes you stronger. It's the benefit of the bond for you. Maybe...maybe Angel's prediction will be wrong if you keep drinking from me."
"He doesn't believe I'll ever fully recover, does he."
"...He's a dickhead. Let's prove him wrong."
Although he smiled weakly, he turned his head, moving his mouth away from the temptation of the blood pulsing beneath the thin skin of her inner wrist. "It's too soon, luv."
"You only took about a cup last night. I can lose another. It's okay, Spike. I want to do this for you."
"All I needed was your forgiveness."
Smiling sweetly, she leaned down and brushed her lips over his. "Drink."
Spike sighed, but when she placed her wrist over his mouth for a second time, he bit into her warm flesh. Moaning softly, Willow tightened her grip on his hand as pleasure hit her. Her body shuddered and her toes curled, then she flung back her head and whimpered his name, as her orgasm zinged through her.
An hour later, Spike slept peacefully, a hint of color in his cheeks, and Willow was finally recovered from her orgasm. Still amazed that just a simple bite could do that to her, she walked up to the big house, hoping to borrow some clothes from Cordelia. She had called her parents and told them she was spending the weekend at Cordelia's, but she didn't want to waste time going home for clothes. The guesthouse was well stocked on toiletries and frozen and canned foods. All she needed was some clean underwear and maybe a t-shirt.
Ringing the doorbell, she waited, then waited some more. Finally, the door was open by a half-awake Cordelia, wearing only a nearly transparent purple robe. At the sight of Willow, she came instantly awake.
"No, he's okay. I...can I borrow some clothes?"
"Oh, sure." She let Willow in, then glanced up the stairs. "Maybe I should go get you some. Stay here."
Willow cocked her eyebrows at the departing brunette, then blushed as she realized Xander must be upstairs.
A few minutes later, Cordelia returned with a tote bag. "There's a couple pairs of panties that I've never worn, and some sweat pants and two tops."
"Thanks...and thanks for letting us stay here." Willow took the bag, then hugged Cordelia, who squeezed her back.
"Everything will be fine."
"Have you heard from Buffy?"
Stepping back, Willow shook her head, worry crossing her face. "I'm going to call her. I hope...I hate him so much."
On her return to the guesthouse, Willow peeked in on Spike, and sighed in relief. He was...still there. Dropping the bag on the floor, she returned to kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing Buffy's number.
"Buffy?" Mrs. Summers cried, picking up on the first ring.
"Um, no, it's Willow, Mrs. Summers." She tried to think of an excuse quickly, her brain panicking at the realization that Buffy hadn't made it home the night before. "Um, she just left Cordelia's."
"Is that where she was all night? Why didn't she call me? I've been going nuts since I woke up this morning. I don't believe she did this..."
"I...um...I'm sure she'll be home soon," Willow finished lamely. "Um...I'll call her later." She quickly hung up, breathing hard, torn between going to the mansion and finding Buffy, and staying to watch over Spike. Feet dragging, she walked back into the bedroom and sank into the chair she'd slept in.
...She couldn't leave him. Buffy...Buffy would be okay.
Buffy woke with a start and blinked into the gloom. As she turned onto her back, her memories returned and she sat up, gasping. A hand found her stomach and pushed her back down.
"Sleep," Angel grumbled.
He growled and caught her hip, pulling her back into his arms. Buffy struggled feebly, then, as her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, realized that Angel was still asleep.
What time was it!? Her mother was going to kill her!
Grabbing Angel's hand, she began to pry his fingers off of her, desperate to get out of there and get home, praying that it was still night, but, from the depth of Angel's sleep, she had a sinking feeling the sun was shining brightly outside.
And her mother was going to kill her...
Finally free, Buffy slipped from the bed, grabbing for the clothes she remembered setting on a chair. Jerking them on, she fumbled for her shoes and ended up on her knees, groping in the dark. "Damn," she bit out as she failed to find them.
"Come back to bed," Angel mumbled.
Ignoring him, Buffy nearly howled in glee as her hand landed on her shoes. Sitting on the floor, she put them on, quickly tying the laces. Grabbing her purse from the chair, she jumped up and ran for the door.
Her hand stilled on the knob as her heart thumped painfully in her chest. As the memories of all the events of the night before swirled in her head, she heard over and over his almost plaintive plea for her to stay.
"It's morning...I...have to..."
The bedside lamp clicked on and Angel sat up on one hip, watching her with burning eyes. Buffy swallowed hard as her gaze drifted down his naked chest to the pool of velvet barely covering him to the waist.
"My mom..." she began feebly.
"You're already in trouble."
She nearly melted at the husky persuasiveness in his voice as he held out a hand to her.
"Come back to bed, lover."
Her hand fell away from the knob.
"I should...call her at least..."
The blanket stirred and the tip of his cock peeked out of the fold, making Buffy's mouth go dry as lust surged through her.
"Okay." Her hands were already on her blouse, unbuttoning it as she spoke. Kicking her shoes off, she wriggled out of her jeans, leaving her in a pair of silky red panties.
Angel kicked the blankets aside and caught her wrist as she reached the bed. With a gentle tug, he pulled her into his arms and his mouth found hers. Buffy straddled his hips, her fingers sliding into his hair, as her tongue slid into his mouth. His hands cupped her bottom, squeezing the plump globes, as he sank onto his back.
Feeling herself growing damp, she rubbed against his erection, making them both moan. Angel ran his lips across her cheek and caught the lobe of her ear in his teeth, nibbling until she squeaked. His hands caressed up her back, then around to her breasts, tweaking the swollen nipples, as her teeth scraped along his carotid artery.
As she touched a nerve, Angel bucked his hips, driving his cock against her. His hands caught the sides of her panties and he pulled them down until she was able to wiggle out of them. Her squirming drove his cock along her wet cleft, making the head bump against her throbbing clit.
Buffy groaned and fastened her teeth in his shoulder, her body shuddering in pleasure.
Angel rolled them, coming to rest between her spread legs. Lowering his head, he captured one of her pert nipples between his lips, worrying it as his fingers caressed the other one. Buffy gasped and arched into his mouth as bolts of pleasure shot through her. Her legs wrapped around his and she ran her feet up and down his calves.
One small hand slid between them and wrapped around his cock. Angel growled and thrust into her hand, his lust evident in his hot eyes as he looked up from her breast.
"I need you inside me," she whispered hoarsely.
"I want to be inside you forever," he growled back, his eyes nearly crossing as she squeezed the tip of his cock as she guided it to her hot passage. As he plunged to the hilt, his mouth caught hers in a voracious kiss that left her breathless and limp beneath his driving body. Angel slid his hands down to her hips and lifted her to meet his thrusts, as Buffy moaned and whimpered, clutching at his broad shoulders.
Tension building inside her, she began to move with him eagerly, her legs tightening around his thighs and her fingers digging into his neck. As he lifted her hips off the bed to slam inside her, Buffy's eyes flew open and she gasped his name.
Their eyes met, burning into each other. Angel's lips drew back, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked in unneeded air, then he cried her name and drove her into the bed.
Exploding into climax, Buffy keened and bucked up against him, forcing his cock deeper inside her with every squeeze of her pussy. Angel growled and buried his mouth in her neck, scraping her flesh with his fangs, as he came in great spurts of passion.
Exhausted, they collapsed together. Angel shifted his torso off her, wrapping his arms around her hips and holding her to him, his tongue licking lightly at the scrapes from his fangs. Buffy's hands ran languidly over his back and she concentrated on the slowing of her pounding heart, a smile on her face. Still intimately embraced, they drifted back to sleep.
An hour later, showered and in clean clothes, Willow dozed on the couch, when a knock came on the outer door. Half- asleep, she stumbled to it and opened it. Giles stood there.
"Hello. Is he...still alive?"
Willow nodded and stood aside, letting her mentor in.
"Is he awake?"
"Um...I don't know. I was asleep. Why?"
"I want to talk to him," Giles replied solemnly. Willow noticed that his hands were clenching and unclenching along his legs and that his face was emotionless...
But his eyes were full of anger and frustration.
"Giles...Please, not now."
"And, if he dies, it will be too late."
Willow paled and took a step backwards. "You blame him."
"He's an adult. Several times over," he added without humor. "He took an innocent girl and..."
"He's a demon," she said softly, in explanation. "And, I wanted him."
Giles gave her a startled look. "Don't you dare try to place the blame on yourself for his seduction of you."
"Okay...maybe at first he did take advantage of me, but...Giles, I'm not innocent anymore, not by a million miles. I've...done things..." She broke off, flushing and dropping her eyes. "We jokingly blame it on the Hellmouth, but...we all had to face and accept things that normal people don't have to deal with. We all...have demons intimately involved in our lives."
"I really have failed all of you," Giles said numbly, sinking down onto the couch.
"No, you haven't!" Willow sat next to him, nibbling at her lip. "We all grew up too fast, but that's not your fault. We'd be dead without you. Giles, please, you prepared us as best you could. We made our own choices."
"You keep saying 'we'."
Willow flushed and knotted her fingers together in her lap. "Um..."
The stern, authoritative tone of Giles' voice made Willow wince.
"Cordelia, I presume?"
"Giles, please," Willow begged, then sighed in relief as Spike called for her.
As she started to rise, Giles placed his hand firmly on her arm. "Stay here."
Willow flashed him a helpless look as he rose and walked into the bedroom. Her knuckles slowly turned white as she stared at her lap, trying not to imagine what was happening in the other room.
End Chapter 9