Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Rating: PG-13 for now, will probably go up later
Summary: Spike figures out what he needs to get out of his wheelchair.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: winter_spillow, my site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Author's Note: Thanks to velvetwhip, Kat and Lisa Kelley for their wonderful beta skills.
Author's Note 2: I know, it's been forever since I updated this story - if forever means February, that is. If you need a refresher, you can read the first two chapters HERE.
Willow was awakened by something tickling her cheek. No, arm. Or was it her chin? She wanted to swat it away, but as she became more alert, she remembered that her arms were bound above her head. Still, her body tried to move her hand to move away whatever was tickling her. To her surprise, she was able to move her hand to brush against her chin.
Willow's eyes popped open, hoping that being kidnapped by Spike had all been some horrible nightmare. But instead of her familiar belongings surrounding her, Willow was staring into two big, amused, brown eyes.
Drusilla giggled and clapped her hands before picking up the lock of Willow's hair she'd been playing with earlier and teasing her forehead with it again. "There we are now," she cooed. "I was starting to think you were going to sleep the night away. No fun in that now. The night's the time when secrets are revealed and pleasure is to be had."
"W-what are you doing in here? Where's Spike?" Willow glanced nervously around to confirm that her kidnapper was in fact nowhere to be seen. Oddly, she realized that she'd much rather be in his company than alone with this insane vampire.
"My Spike had some business to attend to," Dru seriously said, flopping down on her stomach next to Willow on the bed. "I didn't want you to be lonely when you woke."
As Dru talked, Willow tested her arms' seeming freedom. She soon realized, much to her disappointment, that she was still bound, just with a longer chain that allowed her more movement. She tested the lock, sighing when she discovered that she wouldn't be able to free herself. Not that she thought she would.
"That was very nice of you," she sadly replied, being polite, if insincere.
"Yes, I know," the vampire agreed. "So what shall we do to pass the time?" She looked over at Willow before rising up onto her knees and bouncing excitedly on the bed. "Oh, I know. We'll have a tea party. It's been ever so long since we've had tea in this house. Miss Edith no longer has a taste for it. Would you like that?"
Willow didn't know who Miss Edith was, but she knew she didn't want to know why she no longer liked tea.
"I am kinda hungry," Willow admitted. "Tea would be lovely."
Still bouncing, Dru said, "I knew it. I'll just be a moment."
She rolled off the bed and skipped out of the room. Too soon for Willow's liking, she returned, followed by Celeste with a tray laden with food, and remarkably, tea.
"What's all this?" the redhead couldn't help asking.
"What does it look like?" Drusilla replied. "Now make yourself comfortable. A guest should always be made to feel welcome in one's home. I've always prided myself on being a good hostess."
Celeste set the tray down on the bed between the two women. Willow could feel herself salivating at the assortment of muffins, croissants, fruit and tea. "All this is for me?" she asked in disbelief.
"Well it's certainly not for me," Drusilla pointed out. "Now eat up. Can't have you losing your strength. Need to stay healthy if you're going to make my boy better."
Willow grabbed a croissant and tore into it, taking half of it into her mouth before chewing. She swallowed harshly and lifted a steaming cup of tea to her lips. She sighed in pleasure as the hot liquid slid down her throat.
After she finished the croissant, and was picking at the fruit, Willow worked up the nerve to ask, "Why does everyone keep saying I'm going to make Spike better?"
"Because you are," Drusilla, who had been thoroughly enjoying watching Willow ravenously eat, said.
"But how? Why me?" Willow pressed.
"The stars told me it would be you. Even before the nasty slayer broke my Spike, they whispered of a red haired girl who would be important to our family. And here you are. And you don't even have to lift a finger to return my prince to his former state of glory."
"But then how…?"
"I am a princess," Drusilla confided in a whisper. "My Angel and my Spike worship me as their dark goddess. You shall be my prince's princess. I promise not to be jealous. William's such a passionate creature - full of love and jealousy and pain. But you're going to take his pain away."
Drusilla sat back, daintily raising her teacup to her lips and taking a sip of the liquid inside, which Willow doubted was tea.
The girl didn't know what to think. She was to be Spike's princess? Did that mean he was going to make her a vampire? She didn't want to be a vampire.
"But what am I meant to do? How am I to heal him?" Willow whined, still not understanding what Drusilla was saying.
"By being a princess. You'll be waited on hand and foot. Stay well fed and well groomed, always showing proper manners." Drusilla leaned in close to Willow, finger-walking up her chest to where Spike had bitten her. "Here… or anywhere else he should choose to take a nibble… is how you will heal him."
Drusilla nodded, leaning in conspiratorially. "It's magick."
Willow's eyes widened in fear. Drusilla was crazier than she thought. "N-no it isn't," she insisted. "Nope, no magick. Just plain, old, regular blood. Nothing special about it."
"Ah, but it is," Drusilla sagely imparted. "You may not know it yet, but stardust flows through your veins. The stars told me so themselves. The untouched red tree will be a great power one day. You'll see. Light and dark and bright as the sun, nearly as deadly too."
"But… but I don't want to be dark and deadly," Willow cried.
"No, not yet," Drusilla smiled. "But you will."
"When I'm a vampire?" Willow hesitantly asked.
Drusilla cocked her head to the side, as if listening to a voice that was far away. "Perhaps. That part is unclear. The stars must have some secrets after all." Noticing that Willow stopped eating, she scolded the redhead, "Now eat up."
"I'm not hungry," Willow protested.
"Naughty, naughty, you mustn't lie," Drusilla tsked, wagging a finger at Willow. "Your tummy belies your words."
Sure enough, Willow's stomach was growling still. Glaring down at the offending part of her body, Willow reached for a muffin and began to pick at it.
"Ah, now that's a sight to see," came the welcome/feared voice of Willow's captor. She nervously looked up to see Spike sitting in the doorway, looking at the two women on the bed, amusement clearly written on his face.
"Spike, it's not nice to crash a party uninvited," Drusilla said, rising and moving to sit on Spike's lap.
"It's hardly crashing a party when it's taking place in my bedroom," Spike pointed out. "Were you and Willow having fun? Playing nicely?"
"Oh, yes," Drusilla eagerly agreed, bouncing slightly. "We were having a tea party, with real tea. It's ever so much fun having another princess to play with."
"And you, Willow, were you enjoying the party?" Spike asked, turning to face Willow.
"Well, she brought me food and tea, so I guess so," she uncertainly answered. "Oh, and thanks for the mobility." She raised one arm to show its ability to move.
"You're comfortable then?" he asked.
"As comfortable as a girl can be who's chained to a bed by a vampire," Willow said before she could stop herself, then slapped a hand over her mouth to stop her verbal hemorrhaging.
Spike simply laughed and wheeled himself closer to the bed.
Drusilla stood, knowing her boy needed some time alone with his pet. She retrieved her tea cup and politely excused herself, promising that they would do this again soon.
Willow was relieved that she had left the tray with the food and teapot behind. She nervously took a drink to soothe her suddenly parched mouth as Spike pulled himself up onto the bed next to her. He made himself comfortable before casually reaching over and popping a couple of grapes in his mouth.
"What?" he asked, watching Willow's jaw comically drop open.
"So? You were eating," he pointed out.
"But you're a vampire. Vampires eat people, not food," she blurted out.
"Is that an invitation?" he smirked, eyes sliding to the mark on Willow's neck from the previous night.
"NO!" she protested. "Just curiosity."
"Don't see what the big deal is. I like real food sometimes."
"Stop gawking and eat something. Look at you, all skin and bones."
"I'm skinny. Last time I checked that was a good thing," Willow bristled.
"So it is," Spike agreed, raking his eyes over her form again, drawing a blush to Willow's cheeks. "You know, now that you mention it, I am feeling a mite peckish."
"Mention it? I didn't mention it. You did the mentioning," Willow blustered, frantically looking around the room.
"Right, that I did. Good thing too." Spike scooted closer to Willow and pulled her down slightly so that she was reclining against the pillows. "Now just relax."
"Relax? You've gotta be joking," she mumbled. How was she supposed to relax when she was lying on a bed with a vampire who was about to bite her? Who had told her he was planning on biting her. Relaxing was not an option. But she didn't think resisting was a very good alternative either. It would probably get her hurt much more. She closed her eyes, resigned to the inevitable.
She didn't have to wait long.
Spike enjoyed watching the play of emotions on her face for a moment before seeing her resignation take hold. 'That's my girl,' he thought proudly. 'Not protesting. Soon, she'll be begging to feel my fangs buried in her.'
Slipping into his true face, Spike bent his head to Willow's neck, swiping his tongue over the barely healed bite mark. He smirked at the shiver that shook Willow's slight frame, and did it again, before sinking his fangs into her flesh.
Hot, spicy, powerful – it all hit him at once. Spike didn't think that he would ever tire of tasting this girl. Her blood was like a drug – both the medicinal kind and the high-inducing kind. To heal this way was to become high.
He didn't even notice that he had pulled Willow's body flush against his. That he was now lying partially on top of her. That his arms were wrapped around her body: one around her back, one holding her head steady. He wasn't even aware that her arms had encircled him and she was panting in his ear.
Willow's eyes were staring, unseeing, at the ceiling. This was nothing like the feeding from before. That had been rough and painful. At first, this had been uncomfortable too, and there had been a little bit of pain, but not like before.
Suddenly, she didn't care that she was lying on a bed beneath a man. She didn't care that the wonderful feeling she was experiencing was being caused by a vampire's fangs sliding in and out of her flesh. She only knew that this felt right, and oh so sinfully good. She whimpered slightly, an expression of this unfamiliar feeling trying to make itself known. Only it seemed to make Spike stop.
Spike heard Willow's whimper and reluctantly withdrew his fangs. He carefully licked at the wounds, soothing the broken flesh, lapping up any spare trace of her delectable blood. He finally noticed their position when he tried to pull away, only to find Willow's arms wrapped securely around him.
"You okay, pet?" he softly asked, human mask back in place, as he brushed a strand of hair off of her face.
"Yeah," Willow dreamily replied, forcing her eyes to meet his. She relaxed even more upon seeing his sated expression, somehow pleased that she had put it there.
Before that look of contentment could fall from her face, and before he could stop himself, Spike closed the short distance between them and pressed his lips against hers.