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Plagued--Why Us? Series - Clowning Around -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Badfic. Willow gets kidnapped by clowns.
Note: Dedication -- For Calie, a response to her challenge.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Willow sat up and slowly opened her eyes. The room was a mass of eerie shadows, the single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling casting a weak glow about the empty room. She attempted to raise her hand to rub the sore spot on the side of her head, only to discover that her hands were tightly bound behind her back. Swallowing hard at the panic that threatened to consume her, she willed her fuzzy brain to think back over the events of the evening.
After having nearly studied herself into a cross-eyed stupor, she had shoved her book away and gone in search of Buffy. At some point in the evening, the slayer must have decided to go out. At any rate, she was nowhere to be found in the small apartment they shared together. The need to get out of the hot, stuffy apartment overrode her more normal aversion to traipsing around Sunnydale alone after dark. Willow closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall behind her.
"Clowns?" she thought to herself. "Were they really clowns?"
She had turned the corner and crossed the street, heading nowhere in particular. She came to a dead stop at the sight of the three figures approaching her. All three were dressed in baggy, polka-dotted outfits, tall, cone-shaped hats, and huge, round-toed shoes. The first of the trio had cartwheeled his way up to her, stopping in front of her, his round, red nose nearly touching her own.
"Hello, little girl," the clown smiled through the heavy make-up smeared over his face.
She whirled around, only to find the second clown, who had circled around her, bouncing on his feet and effectively blocking her path. The moment she turned back to ask the first clown what he wanted, the third of the group had flailed out at her. She heard loud, bubbling laughter just before her world went dark.
Willow started as the door across the empty room slowly creaked open. She huddled against the wall as though trying to disappear into it.
"Willow?" a whispered hissed drifted through the door.
"Spike?" she breathed hopefully. "Spike, is that you?"
The blonde vampire stepped into the light and knelt down in front of her. He turned her enough to reach the ropes that bound her wrists and, pulling a knife from his duster pocket, quickly cut them away. Her trembling hands immediately found his strong arms, and he put his hands on her waist and helped her up off the floor.
"How did you find me?" she asked, never knowing how happy she could be to find herself in the arms of a vampire.
"I followed the--" he stopped and looked down at her, his blue eyes filled with disbelief even as a grin tugged at his lips. "Clowns?"
"Clowns," she nodded. "We have to get out of here."
"You're the only woman I know who could get herself kidnapped by clowns," he teased good-naturedly as he led her out of the room.
"I didn't exactly ask to be kidnapped by clowns," she muttered. "Of all the dark, evil creatures that picnic in this town, I have to get carted off by clowns. Let's not tell Buffy about this, okay?"
"I'll consider it," he answered. "But that would mean you owe me, wouldn't it?"
"Would it?" she squeaked, not entirely liking the idea. Her heartbeat quickened as his arm tightened around her waist and his hand clamped over her mouth. He pulled her back into the shadows as the three clowns entered the far end of the building. Spike felt Willow shiver against him and gave her an encouraging hug. The realization that his arm around her was not really so unpleasant was interrupted by the voice of one of the clowns.
"She's gone!" the clown growled as he eyed the open door behind which the redhead had been imprisoned.
Willow's hand found Spike's, and he squeezed it. The remaining two clowns followed the first into the make-shift prison cell, and the blonde vampire slowly urged Willow along the wall toward the exit.
"There!" an angry voice shouted as Spike tugged open the heavy, wooden door.
Spike flew out the door, dragging Willow along behind him. They ran down the sidewalk and around the corner, only to find themselves facing the clowns they had just left behind.
"How the bloody hell did they do that?" Spike wondered aloud. The first clown laughed coldly and reached for the bright yellow flower pinned to his costume. He squeezed it, and Spike hissed as he felt it spray a liquid over his hand.
"Holy water," he growled.
The angered vampire grabbed hold of the clown by one of the fuzzy buttons on the front of his costume. It came loose in his hand, and he flung it to the ground. The clown lunged at him as another advanced on Willow. Spike swung hard at his attacker, but the blow, deflected by the clown's greasy makeup, merely grazed his cheek. Willow shrieked as the second clown grabbed hold of her arm. She wriggled in his strong grip as his other hand reached around to grab a handful of her hair. She lifted her foot and brought it solidly down on the clown's round-toed shoe. With a loud scream, the clown exploded into confetti-like pieces. Willow gasped and looked over at Spike.
"Their shoes! Spike, stomp on their shoes!" she shouted. Spike, however, had latched onto the red ball of the first clown's nose. It, too, came free in his hand, and the clown popped, like a pricked balloon, into nonexistence.
"Noses work, too," he called back to the redhead.
Willow, however, could not get her hand on the third clown's nose. She groaned as he grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. Spike whirled around to face them.
"All I want is the little redhead," the clown snarled at Spike. "Leave us."
"Like hell, Bozo," Spike sneered. "The little redhead owes me a favor, and I intend to collect."
A strange tingling feeling raced through Willow's body at Spike's declaration. With a quick swipe of his hand, the vampire whisked Willow out of the clown's grasp. She tumbled to the sidewalk as Spike's hand wrapped around the clown's red, bushy hair. The vampire yanked hard and pulled the wig off the clown's head. Willow's eyes widened as the clown disappeared into an ooze of silly-string.
Spike reached down and pulled Willow up onto her feet. She whimpered as his fingers made contact with the bruised flesh on her wrist. He examined it in the dim light of a the streetlamp before raising it to place a cold kiss on it.
"Let's get you inside," he suggested.
Willow, all too willing to take his advice, allowed him to lead her along the street to his apartment. He settled her onto the sofa and left her for a moment. When he returned, he was carrying a cold, wet washcloth which he wound carefully around her injured wrist.
"It isn't too bad," she assured him. "I think it's just bruised."
"Good," he said softly.
"Spike?" she murmured, and his blue eyes found the emerald of hers.
"Thanks."
He smiled and pulled her onto his lap, "You owe me."
"I remember," she nodded.
Her lips parted as his mouth met hers, and Spike explored the warm recesses of her mouth with his tongue. She shivered slightly as she felt his fingers unbuttoning her shirt to lower his mouth to the rounded hills of her breasts. Gently, he pushed her back onto the couch and lowered his body over hers.
"I won't do this if you don't want me to," he told her.
"I want," she admitted. "I have wanted."
"So have I, pet," he replied. "Who knew it would take clowns?"
She giggled, until his mouth found hers. Spike pushed her shirt off her shoulders and removed her bra. Willow lifted her hips to allow him to remove her shorts and panties. The vampire grinned as her eager eyes watched him undress himself before returning to its place on top of her.
"Spike?" she whispered, suddenly uncomfortable. "We could do this in your--"
"Bed?" he asked. "We will, later."
Her shyness vanished as his fingers found the soft folds of her sex and gently opened them to rub against the nub of her clit. She sighed as he massaged the sensitive bud, wetting her, readying her for him. He inserted a finger into her hot channel as his mouth moved to her nipples, teasing and sucking them. A second finger snaked inside of her, and Willow thrust up, eager for this intimate contact.
Spike placed kissed along her breasts and up to her throat as he parted her legs and slowly slid his cock, fully-erect and twitching impatiently, inside her. She pushed into him, and he began a slow, steady pace. Imbedding himself completely within her, withdrawing until only the head of his shaft made contact with her dripping pussy, and returning to the wet warmth of her womb.
Willow's nails raked along the muscles of Spike's bag, urging him, begging him, to take her. He nibbled her earlobe and chuckled as she groaned against his shoulder. His movements quickened, moving harder and deeper inside her until he felt her walls begin to clamp around him. She milked the cold seed from him as her body began to rock with the force of her orgasm, and he growled as he filled her. He kissed her, smiling against her mouth as her tongue darted between his lips, inviting his tongue to do battle with hers. Spike lifted her from the sofa and carried her to the bedroom. He lay down beside her on the bed, and she curled her sated body around his.
"Clowns," she muttered as his mouth traveled along the flat plane of her tummy. "Why clowns?"
Spike's hand moved over the edge of the bed and grabbed hold of the newspaper he'd dropped on the floor during the day. He held it before her as her eyes scanned the advertisement.
"Wanted: Female, between the ages of 18-24, for short-term wig-making position. Red hair, or experience in dying, a must. Apply to Clown Coiffures."
"Wig-making?" she squealed, raising her hand to her head. "They wanted my hair for a wig?"
"Evil, if you ask me," he grinned.
"Obviously," she giggled.
"You're damned lucky they didn't know this was red, too," he told her, slipping his fingers along the red curls between her legs. "I'd never have gotten you away from them."
Willow blushed, and Spike chuckled and kissed her.
"Don't worry. We'll keep it between the two of us. Right about--there," he whispered, sliding his shaft inside her. "Okay?"
"Okay," she smiled and pulled his mouth back to hers.
The End
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