|
|
I Change but I Cannot Die Series - Longing After Immortality -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: First in the I Change but I Cannot Die Series, sequel to the Bored Series.
Note: Dedication -- To Lora and Kelli who asked for a sequel, and to Charity, my evil muse, who persuaded me!:-)
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything worth owning. The rest is just the dregs from my lowly imaginings.
Willow stared with unblinking eyes at the monitor in front of her. Angel had become quite skilled with the laptop she had sent him several years ago through their mutual contact. He e-mailed her with faithful regularity.
"What is it, baby?" Spike asked from across the room.
She turned to look at him, "Mom's dead. A car accident."
He rose from his chair and walked to her, pulling her up into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Willow," he said.
"She never knew if I were alive or dead. She went to her grave with that question unanswered."
He stroked her hair soothingly, but his body tensed against hers, "She seems to have gotten on with her life quite nicely, all the same."
Willow sighed and rubbed his back, "I forgave her for being a lousy mother a long time ago. She did the best she knew how."
Spike didn't share her sentiment, but refrained from saying so. Willow drew away from him and wandered to the window that overlooked the garden. The moon cast a hazy glow on the slate stones outside, still damp from the rain that had fallen during the day.
Spike studied her in silence. She had grown into a strikingly beautiful, confident woman. It amazed him that she seemed totally unaware of how beautiful she was. He knew when she looked into the mirror, she saw only plain old Willow in her reflection.
He turned to the computer and scanned Angel's message. He stifled a laugh as he read the line about Buffy sustaining a mild concussion when she ran into a big tree branch in the cemetary while on patrol. The slayer had given up the search for Willow a couple of years ago, and it had taken no small amount of persuasion on Spike's part to convince the determined redhead to remain in London.
During the course of the past two months, Angel had begun a gentle campaign to coax them into returning to Sunnydale. The slayer had given up her crusade to rescue Willow. Xander had fallen in love with a young woman who taught English at his former high school. He had immediately lost his drive to get Willow back when the teacher had accepted his proposal.
Although Angel hadn't directly said so, he'd hinted that his relationship with the slayer had become increasingly strained since Spike and Willow's mysterious disappearance five years ago. She couldn't prove it, but she strongly suspected that Angel had somehow had a hand in it all.
Spike was averse to taking Willow back. He had a certain feeling that Angel's motives were more personal than he let on. With the slayer stubbornly positioned on the sidelines of his life, Angel would have had plenty of opportunity to consider his feelings for Willow. Also, Spike was unconvinced that the slayer wouldn't resume her efforts to get to Willow should they return. London had been a welcome sanctuary for the two of them. He was disinclined to give it up.
Willow had turned from the window and was watching Spike with perceptive eyes. He found it oddly unnerving, and at the same time comforting, that she had learned to read him with such accuracy.
"It's time," she said softly.
He looked at her and shook his head, "No, Willow. I won't take you back there. Not in your mortal state."
Willow smiled and crossed the room. She stood close to him, so close he could feel the warmth radiating from her body, hear the gentle beating of her heart. She cupped his face in her hands and drew him down for a sweet, soft kiss.
"I know," she whispered, sweeping her long, coppery hair away from her neck. "It's time."
Spike looked down into her eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty. She stared back at him, still and sure. Spike kissed her hard and deep, pulling her body into his, crushing her against him.
"I love you, Willow," he murmured as his mouth dropped to her neck and his game face emerged.
"I love you, too," she said.
He pierced the delicate flesh of her throat and heard the soft cry that broke from her lips as he carefully drew her blood into his body. He felt her grow limp, and he lowered her to the floor. He raked a nail across his chest and brought her mouth to the bleeding wound.
"Drink, baby," his commanded softly. "Be with me, Willow. Be with me always."
He closed his eyes and ran his hand through her hair as he felt her mouth suckle at the gash on his chest. Lifting Willow's weakened body, he carried her to the bedroom and undressed her. He stripped and laid down beside her on the bed, cradling her in his arms as her heartbeat faded and she exhaled the last breath she would ever need.
Willow awoke to a driving hunger. She turned to find Spike staring down at her naked body, a slight smile dancing across his lips. She moved to sit up, but he threw an arm over her and forced her back down.
"Spike, I need--"
"I know, pet," he whispered. "Come here."
As beautiful a woman as she had been, she was absolutely captivating in her immortal state. Her smooth skin had taken on a delicate whiteness. The warm copper of her hair created a striking constrast against the cold porcelain of her pale face. Spike covered her mouth with his, drawing her tongue between his lips.
He mounted her and drove himself into her with a single, possessive thrust. Willow snarled and arched into him, clamping her pussy around his cock. Spike pounded into her, working her toward her climax. He watched as her lovely features were masked by those of the demon within her. The evil beauty of her vampyric face rivaled that of her human counterpart.
Willow growled deep in her throat as her orgasm gripped her body. Spike brought her head to his neck. Her fangs sunk into his throat, and she drank the rich, sweet blood her body craved.
The sensation of her pussy tightly sheathing his hard shaft while her lips sucked at the wound on his throat sent Spike plummeting over the edge. He roared her name as he came inside her.
Willow lay close to him, her human features in place and a faint amber light gleaming in her eyes. Spike realized her hunger had been diminshed, but not satiated. It had been important to him that her first blood be his. It would strengthen her, strenghten the bond between sire and childe, between lover and loved.
"Spike?" Willow spoke. "I'm still hungry."
"I know, luv. Fancy a stroll through Hyde Park?"
She smiled up at him. He kissed her and pulled her off the bed. He had taught her to desire him first, above all else. Now he would teach her to hunt.
The End
Tell the author what you think: