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On A Night Like No Other

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, witch."
 
Willow arched one delicate eyebrow at the grumbling vampire sitting cross-legged on the floor with her. "You*volunteered*, Spike." She smirked.
 
"You *volunteered*, Spike," the bleached vampire mimicked, grimacing at the sickly sweet tone he was using. "I'm just here to make sure I don't end up playing with Slutty's tonsils *again*."
 
The red head rolled her eyes. "Don't you have something better to do? I don't need a chaperone. It's Halloween for goddess' sake. I know a big bad vampire like you has to have *something* better to do than baby-sit a novice witch!" She wasn't in the mood for Spike's condescending remarks about her magic. Not tonight. Not ever, really.
 
"OooOo. Touchy, touchy." Spike smirked. "No can do, Pet. I'm staying here with you until you're done with the blasted thing." {At least then I might end up with my lips plastered to yours instead of the soddin' Slayers'.} He thought darkly. Deep in his very being his demon roared for him to finally make a claim on the red headed witch who had captured his very heart over the months they had been forced to work together. "So. . .let's get on with it, Red."
 
Willow nodded. Grabbing a bundle of incense and lighting it, she handed the smoking mass to the vampire. "Here, circle this clockwise in the air."
 
William the Bloody, reduced to a friggin' alter boy for a witch. Spike snorted. Angelus would have laughed his arse off to see this. He twirled the incense in the air, breathing in deep. It was the scent of vanilla and musk and something else he couldn't quite place- scents he generally associated with the witch sitting before him.
 
Closing her eyes, Willow began to chant. This spell would allow her to see into the nether world on this night alone. Only on this night was the veil between the worlds thin enough for her to be able to see into the other side. If only Tara had been here to celebrate Samhain with her- they could have truly worked some real magic being able to communicate with the dead. 
 
But the blonde haired witch had left her two months prior with no more than a 'see ya around'. The red head pushed aside the sadness that always plagued her when she thought of her ex-girlfriend and concentrated on the words in front of her. She hoped to be able to speak with one of the Rom who had originally cursed Angel to try to get a more permanent curse from them. The words of the spell tumbled from her lips as she tossed some powdered crystals into the small bowl of water sitting before her. She took a deep breath, breathing in the heady scent of the incense.
 
"Pet. . .?" Spike murmured. He didn't know what was happening. One minute he had been bored as hell and the next. . .The next he was struggling just to stay seated, his brain reeling as if he'd had entirely too much to drink though he was sober.
 
Willow's eyes clouded over as she looked up at the blonde. She saw the look of worry on his face even as it faded from her view, the world receding into darkness.
 
Then she remembered nothing.
 
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Something was definitely different, Spike decided before he even opened his eyes. The last thing he could remember was feeling lightheaded and then seeing Red fall. Then- nothing. He couldn't believe he had passed out- that hadn't happened to him in longer than he could remember.
 
Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling of Willow's living room with a grimace. His entire body was sore and he could distinctly feel something poking him rather sharply in his back. Smoke was still thick in the air and it made breathing difficulty, causing his lungs to burn each time he drew in a shaky breath.
 
Wait.
 
Breathing?
 
Crystal blue eyes widened considerably as he felt his chest rise and fall with the unconscious effort of maintaining a steady breath. He felt the altogether unfamiliar sensation of fear grip his chest as he raised one trembling hand to his wrist, feeling for a pulse.
 
Thump. Thump. Thump.
 
"Bloody Hell!" Sitting suddenly, the former vampire was favored with a rush of blood to his head, momentarily making him dizzy. This had to be the witch's fault! Somehow she had botched yet another spell and now he was HUMAN!
 
"Mmmm. . ." Willow groaned, slowly opening her eyes to look over at the fuming man sitting close to her. She felt an unfamiliar desire course through her as her eyes roamed his delicious body. She licked her lips, finally raising her eyes to his. A hunger she had never before known swept through her and she felt something snap within her.
 
"Fuck," Spike whispered, looking into the amber eyes of the young woman in front of him. He was human and she was quite obviously a vampire. "Veil between the dead and the living my arse! You switched us, witch!" He glared at her.
 
The red haired vampire stopped in mid-motion, catching herself before she leaned even closer to him. She tilted her head to the side, thinking on what he had said. It was true, she could distinctly remember doing a spell and being human. Then she had blacked out and now. . . She smiled, forcing her demon back and allowing her human face to come forward. "Sorry?"
 
Spike glared at her. Just by her tone of voice he could tell that she wasn't in the least bit sorry. The demon's influence over her was already complete- there was no remorse in her eyes for what had happened. No fear. No anxiety. Just hunger and. . .lust? He swallowed. "Can I take a look at the spell, pet?"
 
"Sure." She picked the spell book up off of the floor, handing it to him and brushing his fingers with hers. Something within her recognized the human in front of her as someone she shouldn't kill- someone that she should get to know better. The part of her that was still Willow Rosenberg wondered briefly if this was permanent. Would Spike let her turn him if it was? She didn't want to spend eternity alone.
 
"Ah. Here you go, ducks." He pointed to a line on the paper. "You must have translated it wrong. Instead of 'on this most sacred of nights let me speak to the dead' you read 'on this most sacred of nights let me be one with the dead'." He arched an eyebrow at her, grinning. "So the whole bloody mess with be done with in the morning. I'll get my demon back. . ."
 
"And I'll be little mousy Willow again." The vampire grimaced. "Oh joy." She stood in one fluid motion, her muscles uncoiling with a grace and power she had never had before. "Well. . .so few hours to have fun. I'd better get started now." She turned, leaving a stunned Spike sitting on the floor as she made her way to the stairs. There had to be something in her closet that wasn't so. . .boring. "Coming?" she threw over her shoulder to the stunned blonde.
 
Scrambling to his feet, Spike followed the red haired goddess up the steps towards her room. She was even more beautiful in this incarnation than she had been as a human, the demon bringing out her more ethereal traits. His eyes roamed to her ass, tight and firm beneath the jeans she was wearing and he found himself aching to run his hands along it. Almost immediately his manhood sprang to attention, wanting that which he was so ardently lusting after.
 
Crossing the room to her closet, Willow opened the doors. Her gaze wandered over the clothing within, heart falling as she realized there was little in there in the way of anything 'daring'. Then she spotted it. The little green slip dress she had bought last time she visited LA. Cordelia had practically forced it into her hands at the time. Now it was looking like her only refuge from the miserable drabness of fuzziness in the closet.
 
Without a second thought the new vampire began to remove her clothing, not caring that there was anyone else in the room with her, much less a member of the opposite sex. Her nostrils flared as she caught scent of something sweet and tangy, hanging in the air. "What is that?" She turned, wearing nothing but her pale pink satin underwear and looked in the eyes of the gaping male sitting on her bed.
 
"What is *what*, ducks?" Spike whispered, trying hard not to stare at her. He couldn't believe that she was standing in front of him, mostly naked.
 
"That smell. It's so sweet. . .almost tangy. . ." Her eyes darkened with lust. "Completely erotic." She felt her demon push forward and licked her lips, her eyes again wandering the body of the blonde in front of her. Her demon seemed to feel a special affinity to him and it didn't help that she had already had 'fluffy' feelings for him before this. Roaming across his crotch, the vampire sucked in an unnecessary breath.
 
"Spikey. . .It's arousal. That wonderful, delicious, utterly seductive smell is your arousal!" She clapped her hands together, grinning at him with childlike glee laced with a sensuousness she had never had as a human. Advancing on him slowly, the red head smirked softly. She ran her hands over her flat stomach and up across her satin encased breasts. "Do you want.this?"

Spike shuddered. "Yes. . .er. . .no. No I don't, pet. Not like this. You aren't yourself." The words were said as a formality, the part of him that was purely male not caring that she wasn't herself. She was here, seductive and almost naked, and that's all that mattered. With the demon coloring her every action and look she was more beautiful than he had ever imagined she would be when he turned her. If he turned her.

"Of course I'm not, *luv*," she drawled, kneeling in front of him. She put her head on his crotch, breathing in the heady scent of his arousal as she rubbed her cheek along his erection.  "I'm so much more than I was. I feel so free. So alive and so wonderful." Her eyes fluttered between gold and green as she tilted her head up to look into his face. A confused expression flitted past the list. "Why aren't you all moaning and whining now that you're soul-having, Spikey? You seem the same."

The former vampire chuckled. "Of course, ducks. I was a mean bloke before I met Angelus." His breath was ragged as she reached her hand up to scratch gently at the jeans covering his quite obviously hard shaft. His chest felt tight with the effort to simply sit there and not throw her down. It was best to hold out as long as possible so that at least, when this was all over, he could protest to her that it hadn't been something he really wanted.

"Did you kill?" The red head licked her lips. Her demon was clammering to be allowed to have its first kill- to taste the rich warmth that a human's blood would bring to her. But there was something else the demon wanted even more- sex. Deep in her mind the demon was whispering delicious hints of what would turn the blonde on- what she could do to highten both his pleasure and her own.

"Yes," he groaned as the zipper was slowly let down on his jeans. He felt her cool fingers brush across his throbbing shaft and jumped slightly. He had never really thought before exactly how cold his body was to a member of the living.

"Did it feel good?" she whispered, her panties soaked through at the thought of not only throwing him down and fucking him but also the thought of him killing. "To hold their lives in your hands and then snuff them out? Like they never meant anything?" She slowly peeled back his foreskin, exposing the sensitive weeping head of his rod. Her tongue snaked out, licking at the drops of pre-cum like a cat licking cream.

"Pet." Spike twined his fingers into the silky red flames of her hair, holding her head down on his cock. He moaned as she began to bob her mouth up and down, taking his entire length with each suckling movement. The coolness was almost too much on his hot length- almost enough to cool off the fire burning deep in his chest from his own arousal.

Almost.

"I need you," Willow murmured, raising her head to look at him.

The blonde nodded, forcing down the thin streak of fear that ran through him at the sight of her true face. He doubted she even realized it had happened and that only excited him more. It meant that she was too far gone in the moment to care about keeping up her human mask. She was ready for him. Tight and wet- ready for him to sink into. He licked his lips once then twice before whispering. "You can bloody well have me, Red."

She was on him at once, pulling his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. It fell to the floor in a ball of cotton, her fingers ripping dangerously at his jeans. Standing, Spike let her pull the pants to the ground, stepping out of them only moments before he was thrown to the bed. He never saw her remove her undergarments before her cool core slid down over his hot shaft.

Willow leaned down, kissing the man beneath her firmly as she began to bounce up and down on him. It was pure ecstasy- the warmth of his shaft as it slid home within her clenching cunt time and again. His hands came up to squeeze at her breasts, harshly pinching at her rosy nipples. "Harder, Spikey, harder."

The former vampire grunted his ascent, grasping her firm breasts with as much pressure as he could. He leaned up, taking one of the pert nipples into his mouth and biting into it with his blunt teeth. She screamed his name, riding him harder as the pleasure-mixed pain washed through her body, spreading out in a hot rush from her aching breasts. Spike moaned, licking at her other nipple before taking it, too, into his mouth. He suckled on it hard before moving his mouth to the fleshy underside of the perfect-shaped mound. He took a piece of her flesh between his teeth, sucking blood to the surface as she continued to ride him as hard as she could.

Willow could feel her orgasm building within her and pushed it back, wanting her lover to cum with her. She didn't know why she felt such a strong bond for him. Everything she ever read about vampires contradicted exactly that- she was supposed to hate all humans. But she didn't hate Spike. Couldn't hate him. It had to be part of the spell, she reasoned, sliding home on his shaft yet again as he squirmed beneath her. She could hear him moaning against her breasts, his mouth working as he sucked her flesh into his eager mouth. Her delicate ears picked up the change in tone as his moans took on a keening quality. Speeding up her movements, the red head heard him tumble into orgasm and, with a cry of her own, she followed, instinctively sinking her fangs into his tender neck.

Spike cried out when the vampire's fangs entered his flesh. He bit down into the flesh of her breast he had formerly been sucking on so diligently. The taste of Willow's coppery blood dripped into his mouth and he licked at the mark tenderly, shooting the last of his warm seed deep inside her cool grasping cunt. Moaning, he pushed gently at her head. "Red. Stop, luv. You're going to kill me."

The red head looked up, her eyes blazing gold as she regarded the blonde looking at her so intently. "Mine?" she whispered, her eyes never leaving his as she bent to lick the last of the blood pooling in the marks she had made. A strange wave of possessiveness washed through her as she looked over him.

"Bloody hell," Spike murmured. She had claimed him. In the heat of the moment the chit had claimed him. There was no telling what that would mean when the spell wore off in the morning- would her claim stay with the dawning light? He smiled softly, looking into her eyes. Better not to think too much on it. What was done was done. "Yours."

Willow grinned lazily, letting her face resume its human façade. "Good," she purred. Her lips met his for another bruising kiss before she rolled onto her back. A nagging pain in her stomach was her first indication that she couldn't lay there for the whole night. "MmM. Hungry, Spikey. Wanna come with?"

The blonde raised himself up on one arm to look at her. Did he really want to go watch her kill? Something he himself couldn't do? Images of her ripping into an innocent's neck flashed through his mind and he sighed, feeling another wave of arousal sweep through him. He needed to get them out of the bed before they ended up shagging again. Not necessarily a bad thing normally- but when a vampire was hungry they could very well kill a living partner in their moment of release without even meaning to. He smirked, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, pet."

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The night seemed to crackle with energy to Willow's heightened senses. She could hear everything around her- from the melodic chirp of the cicada to the whispered undertones of the owls in the trees. She headed towards the Bronze, knowing that even at two in the morning there would be someone hanging around. A pretty girl, a burly man. It didn't matter. They were all food as far as she was concerned. Leaning against a building across the street, she watched as a group of friends left the Bronze. They waved goodnight to the bouncer before hugging each other and splitting up.

Motioning for Spike to follow, Willow made her way in the shadows, staying close to the couple she had decided to stick with. The girl was blonde and petite and the man tall and dark haired. It reminded the red head altogether too much of one bitchy blonde Slayer and her ex-commando of a Farmboy.

This the reason she had chosen them.

Going after the Slayer herself would have been too risky with only one night of pure freedom given to her so she had chosen to simply knock off two of the town's teenage population. It would hurt the Slayer in its own way. Just two more people she couldn't save.

With a grin to the blonde next to her Willow stepped out of the shadows. She made some noise, looking up as if startled. "Oh thank goodness! People!"

The couple turned to look at the red head, inquisitive looks marring their faces. "Can I help you?" the dark haired youth asked.

"My car. . .it has a flat tire." She sighed with mock-tiredness, pointing into an alley. "One street over. I've been trying to find a phone for the past fifteen minutes. The bouncer at that club back there wouldn't let me in. I don't suppose either of you has a cell phone?"

Spike shook his head, keeping to the shadows. The way she played on their emotions was masterful, something he would never have expected from her- even as a vampire. He gazed on in awe as the girl handed her cell phone to her boyfriend, motioning for him to take it to Red. As soon as the man stepped within reach the red head pushed him hard, throwing him back against the nearest building. He watched on as she struck out lightning quick, grabbing the girl by the neck before she could even scream.

Willow sank her fangs deep into the girl's throat, drinking deeply of the blood that gushed forth. She swallowed her first mouthful, moaning as the thick liquid poured down her throat. It was better than anything she had ever tasted before and she instinctively knew that this is what she needed to stay alive and well. This would make her powerful. She heard a rustle behind her and dismissed it as Spike, continuing to feast from the fount at her lips.

"Red!" Spike shouted, watching in horror as the discarded young man rose, brandishing a heavy pipe. He sprinted from his hiding place, throwing a punch across the youth's jaw. "Now, now. It's not nice to hit a lady." The blonde stopped suddenly, understanding dawning through his eyes. "The bloody chip. It's gone. Not working! Something!" He turned to Willow, rolling his eyes when he saw that she was still feeding. Almost as bad as a fledgling, she was. Fishing around in the deep pockets of his duster, the former vampire kept an eye on the moaning body in front of him. He grunted happily, pulling the object of his search from within the leather. With a wicked smile he flicked open the pocket knife, admiring the moonlight as it glinted off of the blade. He knelt, straddling the groggy man. "Now. You just tried to hurt my mate. I don't take kindly to that."

With a savage motion the blonde thrust the blade deep into the young man's stomach, twisting it as it met with his delicate internal organs. The smell of blood and bile hit his nose as he pulled the knife free and he grinned. It had been too long since he had been able to partake of this particular passion- killing a human being. He felt the cool fingers of his lover trail along his neck and knew that she was finished eating.

"Playing?" Willow murmured, watching the young man as he writhed in pain. She could see him trying to throw Spike off, unable to due to the blonde's strength and his own increasing blood loss. She licked her lips at the growing pool of blood.

Spike grinned up at his mate. "Sure am, ducks." He flicked the knife along the man's cheek, a thin red line appearing in the path left by the knife. The man was almost dead, his moan's growing weaker by the moment. With one final twist of his wrist the blonde slit the man's throat, smirking as his remaining blood leaked out onto the street. He stood, sliding the blade back into his duster and kissing Willow roughly on the mouth. No matter what the morning brought- be it chipped or not- he had had this. One more kill in his long life of kills.

Moaning into her lover's lips, the red head pulled him closer to her. Her eyes had already bled to gold by the time they opened again. "Do you want to play some more? Or are you ready to go home?"

It was a hard question. Here he was- able to kill again. And there was his mate- looking absolutely shaggable. He sighed, kissing her as his arousal flared to life again. The choice was made for him- decided by his own rampaging human hormones. At least he'd get to shag the red head a few more times before she regained her senses. Giving her a sly grin he murmured. "Let's go home."

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Willow moaned, placing a hand on her head. The pounding in it certainly wasn't natural. She sighed, slowly blinking open her eyes and looking over at the clock on her nightstand. Noon. She'd only had five hours of sleep. With another sigh she rolled over, looking into the face of the man in the bed with her. Every moment of the night before flooded through her aching head, jostling her into a more awake state. She gasped sharply, recalling every sick and twisted thing she had done in the few hours she had been 'cursed' as a vampire.

Spike slowly opened his eyes, knowing immediately that all was right with the world again. He could feel his demon within him, grumbling for food though he was unsure if it would be of the human variety yet- there was no way to know about the chip without trying to hurt Red. And he didn't want to do that. He looked into her wide open green eyes and forced a sigh through his lungs, waiting for the hysterics to start. "Morning, pet."

The red head closed her eyes, remembering the hours of shagging she had experienced with the blonde. The two people they had killed. Despite everything they had done she didn't feel bad, couldn't feel bad. It was something she didn't understand- the fact that she felt no remorse, only a deep sense of desire. Moaning softly, opening her eyes and looking at him. She let the lust she was feeling show through to him, her voice husky.

"Morning, lover."