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Soul Bound, Hell Bound

Xander looked at the materials laid out in front of him, a small crease appearing on his forehead as he concentrated, trying to remember the name for each one. "Wills. . .are you sure we should be doing this?"

Willow looked up from her spell book, a glint of happiness in her eyes. "It will be fine, Xan. Either it works or it doesn't work- no harm done either way." She flashed him a bright smile and went back to studying the words to the spell. It was something she had come across almost by mistake, flipping through one of Tara's family spell books one night. A spell to permanently anchor a soul into a member of the living dead. It wasn't even that hard to do, just required a little help- thus Xander.

"Are you sure we shouldn't tell the others?" the dark haired youth asked, concern still evident in his face. He trusted Willow with his life- in
anything not involving magic, thus his worry on this night. "Wouldn't it be better to let Giles look over the spell, first?"

The red head sighed, a small amount of irritation entering her normally serene face. "Xander, if you are that worried about it then don't help. I can always call Tara."

The boy's mouth closed with a snap. He frowned slightly, choosing his next words carefully. "I want to help, Wills, I'm just sort of nervous about the whole magic stuff."

"You don't trust me. . .?" Willow pouted, her lower lip trembling slightly. She sighed, pushing away the book. "It can wait until Tara can help me, Xan." She held out her hand to him, trying to pull him to his feet. "Come on, get up. We can go see a movie or something."

Xander grinned, trying to push his fears to the back of his mind. This obviously meant a lot to her, him being here for this spell, and he could understand why she didn't want to tell Buffy or the others- they would just try to talk her out of it. "No, Wills, sit down and get your book. We're gonna make it so Deadboy can get a happy."

*-*-*-*

Willow held the incense in her hand, chanting the words set forth on the page. Her voice grew louder as the spell progressed, a light wind ruffling her hair.

Xander watched on in mute awe as the spell began to show some signs of working. He threw some more of the herbs Willow had set aside into the small fire glowing in the charred black pot between them. He could feel a breeze blowing around them, though he knew for a fact no windows in the house were open. A lump formed in the back of his throat and for one brief moment he felt fear. He heard Willow's chanting stop, the spell complete and he waited for any sign that they had been successful.

Out of nowhere the wind picked up, blowing *through* first Xander then Willow before disappearing entirely. The red head dropped the book, clutching her chest and saw her childhood friend do the same.  She gasped, taking in a lungful of air. "Are you ok, Xan?"

"Did the spell work?" Xander finally gasped, putting his arm around the red head's shoulders. He pulled her tight to his body, trying to both stop the chills she was feeling but allay some of his own as well. 

"I don't think so," Willow whispered, her throat raw. She couldn't explain what had happened as she completed the spell, but she was sure it didn't mean a permanent soul for her friend. She sighed,  pulling away from Xander. "Oh well. No harm, no foul." She shrugged, gathering the supplies and placing them back in her bag. "Lets not mention this to anyone, please? They already tease me enough for being a witchy-failure."

Xander nodded, closing his eyes briefly. Maybe it was the heavy incense in the air, maybe it was just the excitement- he didn't know which, but he was suddenly very tired. He yawned, helping her get her things together.  If he got home soon he could still get a little sleep before Anya came over.

Definitely no reason to mention this to anyone else.

*-*-*-*

Willow yawned, pushing the thick tome she had been staring at away from her. It was only five in the afternoon yet she already felt as if it was much later. {Just another wacky side-effect of a botched spell,} she thought sadly. The door shut behind her and she looked up, smiling at the newest entrant to the room. "Hey, Xan."

The boy smiled tiredly at his friend, collapsing onto the couch. "Where's Buffy and G-Man?"

"Out looking for some sort of crypt," the red head shrugged. It was odd, but she honestly didn't care what they were out doing- or even that they needed help. All that she really wanted to do was cuddle Xander and sleep.

{Cuddle Xander?!?} Willow's higher thoughts shrieked. {Where did that come from?} She looked up at him through her lashed, hoping he wouldn't notice the sudden discomfort she was feeling. Images of cuddling with the dark-haired friend of her childhood ran through her mind, bringing a sense of completeness to her heart.  Her brain couldn't cope with the where or why of the thoughts. Reasons for why she would be thinking of him in that way again after so long were the last thing on the red head's mind. The only thing she could really concentrate on, in fact, was Xander.

Who was watching her.

She smiled at him shyly. "Why the stares, Xan?"

Xander shook his head slowly, not quite sure himself why he suddenly couldn't take his eyes off of the woman in front of him. He licked his lips, trying to phrase what he was feeling in a way that wouldn't sound weird or obsessive. "Would it sound strange to say that I don't know? That I feel like I am seeing you for the first time?"

The witch shook her head. "No. . .doesn't sound weird at all." It was as if a part of her was being called by him, to him. She couldn't deny it, didn't really want to try to. She stood. "Want to go for a walk? Get away from this stuffy old house?"

He nodded, rising to his feet and offering her his hand. "Sounds good. I'm sure Slutty can do without us for once." His hand flew to his mouth, eyes wide. "Did I just call her that?"

Willow laughed, squeezing the hand in hers. "I think so. Sounded good though, sort of right in a way." {After all she is a major slut sometimes.} the red head smirked at her own dark thoughts. "C'mon, lets go take a walk in the park."

*-*-*-*
 
Willow leaned back in her swing, kicking her legs lazily as Xander pushed her into the air. She smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the wind brushing past her face. This was one of the things she missed most about her childhood- trips to the park with Xander- playing until dusk then going home for fresh cookies from her mom.

{Mom was actually around back then,} the red head snorted quietly, almost in disbelief of her own memories. Things had been so much simpler back then. Back before demons and vampires, back before Buffys and Angels. . .back when it was just her and Xander and Jesse. The three Musketeers.

Xander could see the look of happiness on his friend's face each time she leaned back and he smiled in an unnoticed response. "Why so happy, Wills?"

"Just remembering the past, before our lives got complicated. Remember when the only thing we were afraid of was your parent's basement?"

Xander chuckled, stopping the swing when it came back within reach. "That and my parents themselves."

Willow's face darkened. She hated to be reminded of the abuse that Xander had suffered as a child- continued to suffer now. He deserved so much better than that. {I wish they would just die!} she screamed silently to her gods.  A shiver passed through her as she realized what exactly she had just wished for. Hopefully whatever malevolent spirits that always seemed to be waiting for one to screw up in Sunnydale weren't listening to that.

She turned, the chains of the swing twisting, so that she could look into Xander's face. Reaching out a hand, she lightly caressed his cheek, the pull she was feeling towards him stronger with the short distance between them. "Xan."

"Shh," Xander whispered, his hand on her face, echoing the movements she was making on his. He smiled at her, something deep within him recognizing her as someone he could do anything with, be his true self with. She was his other half in every way. But there was Anya.and Tara. He growled softly under his breath, leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips.

Willow felt his soft lips touch hers and she thrilled for one moment, allowing herself to enjoy the contact. But it wasn't right, they both had girlfriends and this was cheating. "Xander," she murmured, pushing lightly at his chest. "We can't do this. . .Anya and Tara would get hurt."

"Fuck them," Xander whispered harshly. "I don't care about that tramp of an ex-demon as much as I care for you." His mouth shut with an audible snap. Just where had all these feelings of love and fuzziness for Willow come from all of a sudden? And why was he being so mean about Anya? He stepped back slightly, running a hand through his dark hair. "Sorry.you're right. I'm just tired and not thinking clearly."

The red head nodded slowly, standing and giving him a hug. "Its ok, Xan, lets just forget about this. No need to tell Anya or Tara, right?" She gave him a hopeful look.

"Right," he smiled. The need to be close to her and kiss her again was coming back and he stepped back another few feet. "No need to tell them. Ready to go home?"

*-*-*-*

Buffy walked into the Bronze, her eyes and ears automatically searching for people she knew. She frowned slightly, spotting Xander and Willow sitting in the back, laughing together. Walking towards them she had a moment to rein in her emotions. Maybe they had a good excuse for ditching research last night. Maybe something important had come up.  "Hey guys."

Xander looked away from Willow, his face darkening slightly.  He took a deep breath, trying to calm the unbidden feelings of disgust the blonde was bringing forth in him tonight.  "Hey, Buff." He smiled, the expression obviously strained.

Willow didn't even bother to look up, her legs kicking absently under the table. She closed her eyes, letting the music from the band wash over her. The past few days had been so tiring, but she finally felt as though she was getting back on track. Being around Xander helped, he seemed to understand exactly what she was going through. On impulse, she reached under the table, allowing her fingers to splay out lightly against the hard muscle of his thigh. She felt him tense slightly before relaxing and knew he wasn't going to fight it tonight.

"So. . ." Buffy looked back and forth between the two of them. "What happened last night? We got back and you guys weren't there researching."

The red head opened her eyes, the green orbs sparkling with amusement. "We got bored. Went to the park." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Just didn't feel like researching."

The blonde's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "You got bored?" She shut her mouth before opening it again. "But that's your job- research. It's what the two of you do." She turned slightly, sensing a vampire approaching. When she noticed it was only Spike, the Slayer turned back to the table, waiting on a response from the two people across from her.

"Good morning, mates," Spike drawled, pulling up a stool at the table. He could feel the tenseness in the air, could see the anger welling up in the two humans he had always considered the tame ones of the group.

Willow shivered suddenly, as if a chill wind had blown through her and she felt Xander do the same. She turned to Spike, her concentration momentarily off of the Slayer. "Morning?" She chuckled. "Well I guess it is for you, Blondie."

"So what's going on, ducks?"

The red head shrugged, turning back to glare at Buffy. "Slutty here was just telling us our 'jobs'."

Buffy's mouth dropped open, her eyes growing wide with disbelief. " 'Slutty'?" Her voice was cold when she could finally speak again. "Willow. . .what in the hell has gotten into you?"

"Yeah, Wills," Xander reprimanded, winking at the witch. "*Slutty*? I would've gone with *Bitchy* in this case." He grinned at the outraged expression on the Slayer's face, placing a gentle kiss on Willow's forehead.

"You're both possessed, right?" Buffy mumbled, unbelieving that two of her best friends were turning on her. She took a step back from the table, waiting for any sort of response from them.

Spike looked at the two humans, his own mouth wide open. This was the last thing he had ever expected to see happen between these three. Never in a million years had he ever thought he would see the moron and the witch turn on the Slayer. But here they were, doing just that, and with a flare and finesse he was enjoying. Maybe they were worth getting to know after all.

"Possessed?" Willow smirked. "Yeah possessed by the good sense to see you for what you really are."

"A vampire fucking, good for nothing, simpering little twit?" Xander chuckled, taking a sip of his soda as the Slayer continued to stare at them in disbelief. "Oh get over it, Buffy. You boss us around, treat us like trash, and expect us not to get pissed? You really are oblivious."

"That was harsh, Chubs," Spike snickered. The two humans turned to look at him, equal expressions of shock on their faces. The vampire was the last creature they had expected to stick up for the Slayer. He smirked, winking at them. "She doesn't shag vampires anymore. . .just washed up bloody commandos."

Xander laughed, the sound pure and husky. "You know, you're right, Junior." He grinned. "Sorry about that Buffs, I meant to say that you are a washed-up commando fucking, good for nothing, simpering twit." He turned back to the laughing blonde haired vampire. "Is that better?"

"Much," the vampire grinned. He watched as the Slayer glared at the entire table one final time before turning on her heel and leaving.

Spike chuckled as the Slayer stormed away from the table. He looked over at the two humans who were still sitting there- the boy whispering in her ear as she laughed about something. "Chubs. . .I thought you were dating that demon chit."
 
Xander looked up from Willow, his eyes narrowing. "I guess. Why?"
 
"Just wondering why you're all touchy-feely with Red there," the vampire shrugged. Something was different about these two, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
 
"Oh, lord," Willow groaned, rolling her eyes. "Speak of the bitch and she shall appear." She pointed across the room where an apparently angry former vengeance demon was bearing down on them.
 
"Lovely," Xander smirked. He didn't even stand as the girl approached, just watched her through hooded eyes.
 
"Xander," Anya snapped, glaring at him. She didn't even bother to look at the other occupants of the table, ignoring them as usual. "Where have you been?"
 
"Home? Here? Why?"
 
"Why?" the auburn haired girl asked. Her eyes bored holes into his, burning with anger. "You haven't called me or come to see me in two days and you are asking me why?"
 
The young man rolled his eyes, scooting off the edge of his stool and grabbing Willow's hand. With his eyes never leaving Anya's, he leaned down to kiss the red head gently on the forehead. "C'mon, Wills, lets get out of here. I'm suddenly bored."
 
The witch grinned, caressing the hard chest of the boy she had known her whole life. She licked the edge of his chin before smirking at Anya. "Sounds good to me, Xan. This place just isn't fun anymore."
 
Spike watched the two leave, the grin on his face growing. Things in Sunnyhell were about to get interesting- he had a feeling. He turned to Anya, chuckling softly.
 
"So, ducks, guess that means its over between you two."

*-*-*-*

Willow shivered slightly, drawing her new leather jacket around her. It had been a present from Xander. Part of her wondered where he had suddenly gotten the money to buy the two hundred dollar piece of clothing, while the other part of her couldn't care less. It was all hers now- a present from her lover.
 
The thought of the dark haired youth who had been the object of her desire for most of her life made her smile as she continued on down the street. She passed by the quiet dorms, knowing that most of the students would be at the frat party. It was where she should have been and she would be meeting Xander there as soon as she was done with what she had to do.
 
Break it off with Tara.
 
As she climbed the stairs she wondered when her feelings for the blonde had changed. She couldn't honestly pinpoint the exact moment when being with the sweet girl had started to turn her stomach but it had most certainly happened. Her girlfriend had slowly become not someone she wanted to be with for the rest of her life, but someone she couldn't wait to get rid of.
 
Taking a deep breath, Willow knocked firmly on the door to Tara's dorm room. She knew the blonde was going to take this badly. Probably cry and ask a lot of stupid questions. . .then cry some more.
 
And Willow was looking forward to it.
 
"Willow!" Tara said happily when the door opened. She reached out to hug the red head, surprised when the girl pulled away quickly. "I didn't think you were coming by tonight. . .you've been so busy with school lately. . ."
 
"Yeah. . ." The red head smirked, walking into the room and waiting for Tara to shut the door. "That's sorta what I wanted to talk to you about."
 
Tara raised an eyebrow, regarding her girlfriend with a confused look. "T-Talk to me about?" The words sent a chill up her spine. What was going on with the woman she had fallen in love with.
 
"Yeah. . .you see, I really haven't been that busy with school," Willow drawled, sitting on a chair across from Tara's bed. She smirked as the now trembling girl sat across from her.
 
"I. . .see," Tara frowned, biting her lip. "You just needed some time to yourself? I understand. . .take all the time you need." She gave the red head what she hoped was an understanding smile, her heart breaking.
 
"So glad you understand!" Willow cried sarcastically. "Truth is. I don't need some time to myself. . .just time away from you." She smirked as the blonde's face fell, tears starting to glisten on her face. "I honestly don't like being alone and, well, Xander said he'd be there for me. . .and I believe him, after all- he's been there for me every night this week."
 
Tara gasped, hot tears splashing down her face. How could Willow do this? Break her heart then dance on it like she never meant anything to her. "I. . .I don't understand. . ."
 
Willow nodded, giving her a condescending smile. "I know you don't. That's okay though, you don't need to." A true smile lit up her face as she turned to go towards the door. "See ya around." Tara's sobs followed her out into the hall and she grinned, closing her eyes and letting the sweet music wash over her senses.
 
When those sparkling green eyes opened again she was still smiling, her heart light. Anya and Tara were out of the picture. Now was the time for her and Xander to shine.
 
Sunnyhell was in for a surprise, to be sure.

*-*-*-*

Buffy crept into the small dorm room she shared with Willow, unsurprised to see the bed made. The red head hadn't come home since the night at the Bronze, nearly four days before. Turning on the light, the blonde quickly strode to the young witch's side of the room, searching for anything that might would explain the drastic change that had overcome both her and Xander.
 
Her eyes flitted over the stack of spell books perched precariously on the edge of the desk and she lifted the topmost one, flipping through it rapidly. Nothing jumped out at her as something Willow might have tried and she set it aside, grabbing the next.
 
Halfway through the stack of books, Buffy found what she was looking for. A small leather-bound volume with a velvet  ribbon marking a page. She turned to it, holding her breath. It was in another language, one the Slayer was sure she had seen before but couldn't quite place. She fingered the index card laying between the pages, her eyes growing wide with disbelief. Snapping the book shut, the blonde raced out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
 
Giles had to see this as soon as possible.
 
*-*-*-*
 
"Oh, my."
 
Buffy stared at her Watcher, fear gripping her heart. He had been positively quiet since she had showed him the spell, simply whispering 'oh my' over and over again. "Giles. . .come on. . .dish. . .what's going on?"
 
The former librarian paled, turning to his charge. "We need to speak with them right away."
 
The Slayer nodded. She didn't understand what exactly was so bad about the spell but knew that Giles would explain all in good time. Reaching over to the phone, she dialed Xander's number, holding her breath until she heard the phone pick up. "Xander?"
 
"No," Willow snapped.
 
"Willow. Just as good. This is Buffy."
 
"Gee. Couldn't have guessed." A few neighborhoods over the red head was rolling her eyes, making gagging motions as the Slayer stuttered over her sentences.
 
"Willow. I know you don't want to talk to me. . ."
 
"So why are you calling?"
 
"Well. . ." Buffy sighed, trying to remind herself that there must be a good reason why the red head was acting like this. "I was looking through one of your spell books and I found this spell you had marked. . .it looked interesting. . .something about a soul restoration. . .so I took it to Giles and he read it and he really really needs to see the two of you right now."
 
The blonde waited, listening to the line for any sign of life. "Hello. . .?"
 
"We'll be over in ten minutes."
 
Buffy hung up the phone, the harsh dial tone buzzing in her ear.  Hopefully this would explain the whole thing- hopefully she would have her friends back. She turned to Giles, her eyes alight with curiosity. 
 
"They're coming- now what's going on?"
 
*-*-*-*
 
"So she went through your stuff?" Xander asked, his voice deadly quiet. Dark eyes sparkled with anger.
 
"Looks that way. . ." Willow sighed. She kicked at a rock as she passed it, sending the small piece of granite skittering into the grass. "Found the book with the damn spell I botched."
 
"Baby. . ." Xander purred, stopping suddenly and catching her arm so that she turned to face him.  "Who cares if *we* messed up the spell? What they think of us doesn't matter. They're *nothing*." He leaned down, kissing her tenderly.
 
"I know. . ." The red head chuckled. "But what if that's the reason we have been like this? You have to admit we've changed since we did the spell. . .we've been acting different. . .and us being together. . .you know that's new."
 
The young man's eyes darkened, anger taking over. "So you regret it? Feeling so free? Being happy for once in our lives?"
 
Willow laughed suddenly, caressing his cheek with her palm. "No, baby. I don't regret one moment of it. I feel more alive and free than I ever did. Nothing bothers me anymore. . .and we're together. The only thing I would ever regret would be that it took a spell to get us this far. . ."
 
Xander smiled. "Good. Cuz that's exactly how I feel." His hands moved to her hips, pulling her body flush against his. He had to admit that the leather jacket he had gotten her looked good on her. Especially with the short skirt and silk shirt she was wearing.
 
He licked gently at her lips, teasing them open with his tongue as his hands moved down onto her suede-covered butt. As their tongues battled for dominance he felt his already tight black jeans tighten even further- his arousal pushing at them almost painfully. "Do we have to go over there?" he murmured into her lips, his eyes clearly conveying what he would rather do with the time.
 
She smiled, her small hand reaching between them to rub absently at his cloth-covered rod. "We'd better. . .or else she'll turn up on our doorstep ready to do an exorcism or something. Lets just go. Deny everything and act all goody-goody again. Maybe then she'll leave us alone for a while."
 
Xander nodded. "Fine. . .but afterwards. . ."
 
"After that. . .I'm yours, all night."
 
*-*-*-*

"And you are positive you didn't do this spell?" Giles asked, for the tenth time. He watched the two youths in front of him.

"Positive, Giles." Willow smiled. "I haven't tried any spells in a few weeks, actually. Nothing major." She licked her lips, grimacing inside for having to be nice to the Slayer and her Watcher. "Why?"

Giles sighed. "It would have explained your recent. . .behaviour is all. The spell steals the soul of whomever is in the room when it is cast. Piece by piece."

Xander tilted his head to the side, the goofy smile they had come to know and trust on his face even as his stomach lurched with distaste. "Ew. That sounds.painful." He smirked, leaning over to kiss Willow's forehead. "Honestly though, we haven't cast any spells."

Nodding almost imperceptibly, Buffy looked at her two former friends seated so cozily on the couch together. "So.if you didn't cast that
spell. . .what's with the attitudes lately?"

For a brief moment Willow's face darkened, her hatred and annoyance with the people in the room overtaking her. Then it was gone, and she was smiling at them as if she hadn't just had thoughts of killing them. "We've just. . .been going through a lot of changes. Breaking up with our lovers, finally finding each other." She sighed, giving Buffy her best innocent expression. "We just need some time to find ourselves, find out who we are. We've lived in your shadow for the past five years, Buffy. Just understand that we need some time to ourselves now."

Buffy nodded. It made perfect sense at last. They had been nothing but her side-kicks ever since they met her, fighting to save the world more than any normal teen ever should have had to. They needed to find out who they were, then they would be back to normal. "I understand." She smiled at the two of them. "You know we are here for you if you need us."

Willow nodded, standing up and offering Xander her hand. She turned, burying her face in his chest so the other two in the room wouldn't see her smirk. This had been too easy. Buffy had accepted her explanation without any further questions. "Well, we'd better be going. Plans and stuff."

Giles watched the two go, not totally convinced of their innocence in the whole matter of the spell. It would require some further research, he was sure.

He just hoped he had that long.

*-*-*-*

"I'm bored." Willow sighed, flopping back onto Xander's bed. She glared up at the ceiling, the frown marring her pretty face. She rolled over, watching as her lover paced the room like a trapped animal. They had spent the past two days blissfully happy in her parents' house, making love like wild animals in between catching fitful naps. They knew fully well that the spell they had botched had caused this- but neither cared. Happiness had been found in each other's arms.

"You're not the only one, baby," The dark haired man smirked. He sat on the bed next to her, pulling her naked body into his arms.  "What should we do about it?"

The red head's eyes sparkled with the darkness in her heart. "Something involving screaming?"

"I like the way you think. Who's screaming?" His softly purred words tickled over her ear and she found herself shivering with half-hidden arousal. A moist tongue darted out to lick at her lips and suddenly Xander found himself throbbing beneath his jeans- aching to throw her down and fuck her over and over again.

Willow grinned as her lover moved behind her, wrapping his legs around her and conveniently grinding his erection into her lower back. "Someone deserving. . .Bitchy?" Her eyes lit up at the thought of making the uppity Slayer bleed. The blonde seemed to have believed them when they said they just needed some time but still, the young witch wanted to make her hurt for using them so callously for years.

"I think the Slayer might be a little out of our league, lover," Xander whispered into her ear, licking along the lobe with his tongue. He felt her shudder in his arms and knew he was doing something right. Never before had he been with anyone who could complete him the way she did- she was darkness and loveliness all rolled into one attractive package.

"Giles?"

"Then we'd have to deal with Slutty still, baby. Need someone who won't cause us any grief. Someone who will just lay there and die like they deserve."

Willow's eyes flashed. "Your parents."

Xander sucked in a breath, rolling the idea around in his mind. Make his parents scream and bleed? Make them die at his hands? He knew that he should feel something- anything- about plotting to kill the very people that had brought him into this world. But he didn't. The part of him that used to think of that as wrong was gone- gone with the breeze that blew through him every day to take another part of his soul with it. Giles had been absolutely right in his translation of the spell- it was taking their souls away. Xander didn't care though. The only thing that mattered right now was alleviating his boredom.

"My parents?" The young man smirked finally. He tilted his lover's head back so she could look into his dark eyes. "Sounds like a lovely idea, Wills."

*-*-*-*

They bought their movie tickets in silence, holding each other's hands and smiling softly. This was going to be their best night together yet. They just had to play it cool and stick to the plan. Xander looked over at the moonlight shining down on Willow's face as they walked away from the theater. She was beautiful in this light, the moon's rays casting her face into shadow's. It made her hair shimmer like fire and her eyes sparkle like the most clear of emeralds. 

"So. . .alibi is all taken care of. . ." Willow murmured, oblivious to the adoring thoughts of her lover. She tore off half of their tickets, making it look as though they had actually entered the theater. This was their alibi should anything come down on their heads- they were at the movies. It was even one they had seen together the week before so they were already versed on the plot. By the time they walked back to Xander's house the movie would be half over. They'd have plenty of time to do what they wanted with his parents before calling the police to report the 'bodies they had found when they got home from their date'.

Xander nodded, smiling. This would be a night to remember. The night he finally rid the world of those miserable excuses for parents that he had had to deal with his entire life. His cock throbbed within the confines of his jeans as he pictured his father lying in a pool of his own blood- bleeding all over that tacky beige and yellow carpet his mother had installed the year before. No amount of new things ever could seem to make his family more than it was- white trash.

Well now they'd be dead white trash and he'd be free of them forever.

"Xan. . .der," Willow cooed, stopping him in the middle of the sidewalk. She walked in front of him, standing on her toes to kiss his soft lips. The dark eyes that had been previously lost in thought softened at the feel of her warm body pressed against him and he moaned out loud, pulling her flush against him.

"Want you so bad, Wills."

"Does the thought of them bleeding make you hot, baby?" the red head purred. She ran dark red nails down his t-shirt covered chest, pinching roughly at his already hard nipples and making him groan. The hand on her ass pushed her in tighter to his erection and suddenly they were both wearing too many clothes. "Fuck me. Here. Now."

The only response she got was his lips crashing down on hers. The stubble from his newly-started goatee rubbed abrasively against her soft chin, the slight pain only making her wetter. She felt herself lifted from the ground and carried into the nearest yard. Something rough slammed against her back and she realized without even opening her eyes that he had her against a tree.

Xander pushed up on his lover's short skirt as he pulled down the zipper on his jeans. His fingers slipped into her already sopping cunt as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her moans deafening in the quiet street. Hopefully no one would come along and see them- that would be a sure way to ruin what was destined to be a great night.  He pushed aside her soaking panties and positioned the head of his cock at her slick entrance. Covering her mouth with his own, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt with just one movement.

Willow clutched at the tree behind her, trying to leverage her lover's rigid shaft deeper into her tight channel. She could feel the bark of the tree digging into her clothes and was glad she was protected by the thick leather of her jacket. She screamed into his mouth as his hands came up to grasp roughly at her silk covered breasts, twisting her erect nipples through the thin shirt. Her clit was throbbing and every time he thrust into her the fabric of his jeans would rub against it- sending her slowly spiraling to the edge.

Xander released his mouth from his lover's long enough to grunt her name as he flooded her passage with his seed. He reached between them as his cock spasmed deep in her cunt and twisted roughly at her clit, sending her into her own shrieking fit of pleasure. His mouth came down upon hers after the first cry of his name and he swallowed the rest of her moans with his lips and tongue.

Willow sighed, laying her head on Xander's shoulder and just breathing in the scent of their love making mixed with the leather of her jacket. "MMmmmMMm. If that's what thinking about killing them does to you then I can't wait to see what you are like after we actually do it." She looked up suddenly as a light came on in the house next to them. "Time to get moving, lover."

Xander nodded. He pulled out of her with a small groan and pulled his softening dick back into his jeans. Zipping them up he glanced around warily as his lover adjusted her skirt. With a smirk, the young man grabbed her hand, pulling her down the street.

The fun was just beginning.

*-*-*-*

"Do you two have anywhere to stay tonight. Away from here?" the police woman asked the teens in young adults in front of her with a gentle tone. They hadn't stopped crying or shaking since finding the bodies of the boys' parents. She couldn't understand what they must be going through- finding a loved one brutally slaughtered. It was something she wasn't sure she could bare and she felt happy that at least they were hysterical messes.

"My house. . ." Willow whispered, wiping tears from her cheeks. "We can go back to my house. . .can Xander get a bag of things from his room? If that won't disturb anything, that is. We don't want to do anything that will hurt your chances of finding the m.monster that did
this. . ." Her voice trailed off and she allowed herself to sob into Xander's shoulder.

"Sure thing, hun," Officer Davis smiled softly. "Roberts, take Mr. Harris downstairs to get some of his things?" The other officer nodded and Xander stood, squeezing Willow's hand one more time before leaving the room to collect his things.

"Do you think you will find who did this?" Willow asked quietly. "I mean. . .that's just scary. . .that someone could just come in here and. . .oh goddess. . .they were his parents! They're dead. . .oh goddess. . ." She tilted her head down, hiding her smile in her hands as she continued to cry convincingly.

"I'm sure we will, Willow." The officer kneeled before the young girl. How could she tell this petite little thing that most of the murders in this city never were solved? That there were things creeping through the darkness that hunted for innocents like her? She heard noise on the back stairs and looked up in time to see the Harris kid come back in the room. Grief was written clearly over every line of his face and she knew it would take years to erase the emotional scars of just this one night. "Come on. I will drive you two to Willow's house."

The two young adults nodded, standing as one and grabbing for each other's hands. Xander could see that Willow had experienced another episode of 'hysterical crying' and fought to hide his smirk. This was too easy. No one suspected that they could even possibly be the ones who had committed such a 'heinous act of violence'. "Let's go. I think I need to get some sleep.my head is pounding."

Officer Davis smiled reassuringly at the young man. "That would probably be for the best." She patted him on the shoulder reassuringly as she led them out to her squad car. "Trust me. It might not feel like it right now. But this does get easier. One day it will be nothing but a sad memory."

"I'm sure you're right Officer." Xander sighed, the darkness of his front yard hiding his smirk. "I'm sure you're right."

*-*-*-*

They waited at Willow's house for half an hour before leaving to go to Spike's- just to be sure that the police weren't lurking anywhere nearby. They didn't feel any fear as they walked through the deserted streets, stopping to kiss more than once on their chosen route. It was nearly two in the morning before they made their way to the bleached blonde's doorstep, their faces rosy with arousal.

"Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up," Spike smirked, opening the door wide for them to enter. He didn't miss the heated looks they were giving each other as they sat on the couch. "Wassamatter, ducks? All that killing get you randy?"

Willow grinned. "Actually. . .yeah. . .I've been all nice and wet since I slit the cunt's throat."

Xander chuckled, pulling the red head closer to him. His lips brushed against her ear. "MmM. . .and that sound she made when she was trying to scream. . .all that blood pouring down the steps." He worked a hand slowly up her thigh, gliding up under her skirt. "I don't think I've ever been that hard in my entire life."

Spike looked back and forth between the two humans, a smile creasing his features. What had happened to the two little whipped friends of the Slayer they had been? Nothing seemed likely enough to make them turn into cold-hearted killers overnight. "So are you two going to tell me what the bloody hell is going on or are you going to make me watch you shag on my sofa?"

"Wouldn't make you watch." Willow pouted. "Might make you join." She spread her legs, allowing Xander's hand to work its way further under her skirt. Spike stared in surprise. From his vantage across from the witch it was pretty obvious that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal in the air and grew hard.

"Not a bad idea, Wills. You, me, Blondie." Xander purred, his fingers winding lightly through the damp curls of his lover. "But not right now, though. Maybe after we tell him what happened to us? That's if he *wants* to play with us."

"Who said we're giving him a choice?" the red head cooed. "I say if he protests we just chain him up and use him."

The vampire sat up a little straighter. "That won't be necessary, pet. I'm quite willing." He winked at her. "But the chain idea does have merit."

Willow laughed. "Then let me tell you what happened so we can get on to more interesting things." She licked her lips, eyeing the bulge in his crotch. "Basically. . .there was this spell. . .I *thought* it was to anchor a soul. . .turns out.it steals them. . .piece by piece."

Xander shivered, listening to the husky tone of his lover's voice. "It's like a wind blowing through you. . .and everytime it comes another little piece of your soul is gone. We didn't know about it until the other day, really. Had no clue at all. Even now that we do know, we don't care. Buffy and Giles don't think we actually did the spell- they think we're just going through some sort of 'phase'."

"Phase," Willow spat, her eyes sparkling with anger. "Little whore. She just couldn't stand the fact that we've changed- that we don't need her anymore. Self-righteous little slut."

"Want me to make her bleed for you, baby?" Xander whispered, licking along the edge of her earlobe. "Want me to give you her cold, dead body as a present?" He leaned in, his lips meeting hers as the soft words poured from his lips. Tantalizing statements of the ways he would make Buffy bleed and suffer for her.

Spike watched as the two lovers began to kiss, thoughts of a dead or dying Slayer obviously turning them on further. It all made perfect sense to him now. The way they had gone from upstanding member of the Sunnydale community to America's most wanted in less than a few weeks. It explained the kinship he felt everytime he got near them - his demon was obviously recognizing their gradual loss of soul and knew they'd make good mates.

His cock throbbed against the inside of his jeans as he watched the two of them battle with their tongues. The display was more than a kiss- it was a desperate mating of mouths as the two humans sought to quench the desire burning within them. With an almost inarticulate moan he released the catch on his jeans, intending to toss off if they wouldn't let him join in their fun.

"Someone's feeling left out," Willow murmured into Xander's mouth, letting him take a moment to breath. She turned lust-filled green eyes on the blonde, moving towards him in an action that was pure predator. If he had been human Spike would have known fear at that moment- the way that she moved spoke of someone that was capable of hunting down their prey. Licking her lips, the red head dropped to her knees in front of him, removing his hand from the fly of his jeans. "Let me take care of that."

Spike moaned long and low as her warm mouth encompassed the wide girth of his cock. He felt himself throb in time with the pulse he hadn't had for well over a century, sending impossibly more blood to his already swollen member. Through half-shut eyes he saw Xander come up behind her, pants falling to the floor in a pile of fabric. He licked his own lips as he saw the human's rod for the first time, imagining what it would be like to take it in his mouth and suck on it like a lollipop.

Xander kneeled behind his lover, pulling roughly on her ass so that she put it in the air for him, her mouth never leaving the ardent attentions she was lavishing on Spike's cock. He grunted in satisfaction, grabbing onto her hips with his hands and ramming into her tight cunt with one sure thrust. He heard her moan, setting off a similar reaction in the vampire as the vibrations of her vocalization traveled the throbbing length of the blonde's cock. With hard thrusts, the dark haired youth pounded into her, slamming his entire length home time and again.

Spike threaded his fingers through Willow's red hair, admiring its flaming length as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. He growled, meeting Xander's eyes over the red head's smooth, pale back. He felt his cock throb impossibly harder as he saw the look of raw lust in the mortal's eyes. Later he would feel him- feel the tight muscles of the human's ass clench around him so much tighter than the witch's mouth could ever do. He tightened his fingers in her hair, guiding her head along its course of lust.

Reaching a hand underneath Willow's body, Xander strummed lightly at her clit, his primal pounding never ceasing. He grunted, slamming almost painfully into her, the slapping of his balls echoing through the room. He could hear her moaning increase in volume and he sped up the actions his fingers were lavishing on her clit.

Spike pulled down on the beautiful witch's head, his face vamping out as he shot his cool cum deep in her throat. She swallowed every spurt, licking her lips as she pulled off, rocking back onto Xander's cock with a throaty moan. Her eyes closed, skin glistening with sweat as she keened with pleasure. "Harder, Xan."

Grunting, the mortal youth rammed his cock into her. He could feel his balls tighten against his body as his orgasm began to ride up through him. "Wills. . .coming. . .cum with me. . ."

"Yeeessss. . ." Willow cried out, her body clenching around his spurting shaft as she cried out with release. She felt him shudder as he spilled his seed deep within her core, his body draping over hers as the last moan left his moist lips. "Oh goddess.that was." She looked up at Spike, sitting on the floor as Xander crawled off of her to lay on the couch. "That was magnificent." Her eyes shone with a re-building desire. "Spike. . .you taste divine."

"Does he?" Xander murmured from the couch. "Remind me to find out after a quick nap."

Spike snorted, standing and pulling Willow to her feet. He came to stand over the sleepy-eyed mortal man, mock-glaring at him. "No one said you could sleep, Chubs. Get your arse in the bedroom- we've got some more shagging to get to."

Grinning, Xander swung his legs over the side of the couch, following the naked pair into the bedroom. It was going to be a very long night.

*-*-*-*

Darkness greeted Xander Harris when he opened his eyes. It took him a moment to remember where he was. What he had done the night before. His mind reeled with the memories. Fucking Willow, being fucked by Spike. It had gone on for hours, until finally they had collapsed into bed, so tired they simply fell asleep.
 
It had been glorious.
 
In their arms he had been taken to heights he had never known possible. His body was covered in scratches and bites, made by not just Spike but Willow as well. She certainly could be a little hell cat sometimes.  He knew it had to be because of the spell that had been cast, but the two of them called to him in a way he couldn't explain- Spike in a different way. The blonde haired vampire called out to the darkness in him- the part that had been there before the spell ever happened- the part he had locked away from the world for so long.
 
But now it was free to play.
 
Yawning, he stretched, pushing off both the cool and warm arm draped over his stomach. He slid off the foot of the king size bed, hopping slightly on the cold floor as it hit his bare feet. Feeling his way through the darkness, the youth reached the door, opening it and stepping out into the hallway. Early evening light poured through the a small window in one corner of the living room, the last rays of the dying sun filtering through the murky glass. He paused, looking out over the back of the apartment complex. A few children were playing in the complex's plastic maze of slides and swings- laughing and running around as their moms watched on.
 
They were so fragile.
 
He knew it would be so easy to lure one away, take them into the apartment and make them suffer before snuffing out their life. The darkness lurking just below the surface of his eyes longed to make them hurt, scream- to cut off their happiness at its most primal source- their life itself. He had woken up wanting to recreate the feelings he had experienced as he killed his parents. But these kids weren't a challenge. How could they fight back? Defend themselves? They couldn't. They would be even less of a challenge than his drunken father had been.
 
"Couldn't sleep?"
 
Xander turned, a smile creeping across his dark features. He gathered Willow in his arms, kissing her soundly on the lips. "Baby. . .I'm surprised you can still walk today. . ."
 
The red head chuckled, leaning her head against his chest. It didn't bother her in the least that she was standing near a window wearing nothing but the skin her goddess had given her. "I feel absolutely fine. . .not even a little sore." She grinned up at him. "Guess you two will just have to work harder."
 
The young man smirked before turning his attention back to the window. "Later, Wills. Right now. . .I feel the need to cause some damage. . ."
 
She nodded, understanding what he meant. She felt it too- deep within her- the need to bring pain to others. "Want to go out?"
 
Xander nodded, kissing her forehead. "Let's go grab our clothes and get out ofhere. We can leave Spike a note." He smirked, throwing her a leer. "Though I seriously doubt he'll be waking up before we get back."
 
*-*-*-*

"Spiiiiikkeeyyyy."

Spike batted at the warm hand so close to his face, caressing his cheek and arms. His demon was complacent about it, so there was no danger and one deep intake of air confirmed it was merely Willow and Xander.

"See, Wills. Told you he'd still be asleep when we got back." 

The blonde's eyes flew open.  "Out? Where's you go, pets?" He sat up, allowing the red head directly next to him better access to his neck- a zone he had discovered the night before that she loved.

"We got you some takeout," she purred softly into his ear, holding out a hand to Xander. She held the bottle under the vampire's nose, letting him breathe in the heavenly aroma she knew lurked inside. He growled softly and grabbed it from her, demon coming to the front as he began to drink. "You like?"

"Like?" Spike asked softly, bringing the bottle down from his lips. "This is human blood. . .still warm too. It's just gorgeous, pet." He took another long swallow, his golden eyes regarding her sparkling green ones as Xander joined them on the bed. "May I ask where you got it from?"

Xander shrugged, leaning back against the pillows. He draped an arm over the vampire's lap, grinning up at him. "Some woman we ran into on the way home from picking on homeless people."

"Picking on homeless people?" the blonde repeated the words. He placed the now empty bottle on the nightstand, drawing Willow into his embrace.

"Yeah. Playing with them," the witch murmured huskily. "Beating. . .kicking."

"Cutting. . .stabbing." Xander joined in, smirking at the look on Spike's face. "What can we say? Woke up with a need."

"MmmmM," Willow moaned. She moved aside Xander's arm to lay her head in the vampire's lap. "Yeah. . .but fulfilling that need gave me another one." She licked her lips, eyes filled with lust.

Spike groaned as she took his cock in her talented mouth, her tongue swirling around his head. "A demon could get used to this, pets."

"So get used to it," Xander murmured, before making sure there was no further conversation from the blonde.

*-*-*-*

It was dark by the second time Spike woke for the day. He brushed a kiss across each of his lovers' foreheads before slipping gracefully from the bed. Without a sound he grabbed a set of clothes and made his way to the bathroom.

The idea of what would happen when their souls totally left their bodies had been bugging him since the night before. A vampire only lived after their soul's departure because of the demon animating their body. This was, he assumed, the standard practice when it came to *any* creature of the undead status. But his new pets weren't undead- they were quiet totally alive and kicking.

At least for the moment.

Sliding the t-shirt over his head, Spike toed on his boots and grabbed his keys. There was only one person he knew of who would be able to tell him what would happen to the two humans still sleeping in his bed when the spell ran its final course.  Every fibre of his being told him he wasn't going to like the answer.

Losing them just wasn't an option.

Cruising through the deserted streets of Sunnydale, he pondered what had happened. Never before had two humans had such a strong hold on him. They touched a part of him that he didn't want left alone ever again. His demon recognized the darkness in them as his own true mates. They would make such grand childer one day and together the three of them would paint the world in blood. He smiled at the graphic picture the thoughts painted in his head.

One day the world would quake with their passing, he was sure.

Rolling to a stop outside of the Watcher's apartment complex, the blonde stepped from the vehicle. He took his time making his way to the door, knowing he would be greeted by a cool reception. Even after months of helping the 'gang' he wasn't one of them. Nor did he care to be. Not now and not ever.

"Hey, Watcher. You home?" He stepped into the former librarian's home without a second thought- his invitation never having been revoked no matter how many threats he made to their lives. Just another example of how pathetic he had become. But no longer. Not with Red and Xander at his side- with them he doubted he would ever need to fear anyone again.

No one human at least.

He turned his head to the stairs, seeing Giles taking them two at a time in his haste to get down to the first floor. The vampire braced himself for the tongue lashing to come.

And was surprised.

"Spike. Good. Have you seen Willow or Xander?"

The blonde raised an eyebrow. Why was the Watcher inquiring first thing about his lovers? He held back any sharp retorts he might have spoken and simply asked. "Why?"

Motioning the vampire further into the house, the aging Watcher stepped into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of brandy. Only then did Spike notice the empty bottle on the table, along with a half full glass. Obviously something was going on- something pretty bad.

"There was. . .an incident at Xander's house last night," Giles said finally, finishing off the last of the scotch in his glass and replacing it with the newly opened brandy. "No one has heard or seen either of them since."

Spike blinked in shock. So no one knew about their involvement in the parents' death? He wasn't altogether *too* surprised- their acting had been award worthy when the police finally showed up. He took a deep breath, ready to win an award of his own. "They're at my house. Chubs and Red went to a movie and came home and found his folks dead. They didn't want to be alone and didn't know who else to call."

Giles nodded, taking the explanation as it was. He took another long swallow of the alcohol in his hand- reminding himself half-heartedly that there was no need to drink any more, the children had been found. "That's. . .good. They could have called Buffy or I, though."

The vampire shook his head. "Didn't feel like they could. What with the way they've been acting recently. Plus they just need some time to grieve, I think." He gagged mentally on the sugary words coming from his mouth, hoping the man was too far sloshed to notice.

He didn't.

"Well, that's right nice of you, Spike." Another swallow of the drink and the glass was empty- quickly refilled from the bottle of brandy.

"Don't let it get out, mate. Got a reputation to keep up, you know." He smirked as the Watcher almost dropped the glass on its way to his lips. Deciding there was no time like the preset, the vampire cleared his throat. "They did mention something while they were up last night, though. Had me thinking all day."

"What would that be?" Giles tried to sit up straigher and act like he wasn't quite as far gone as he actually was. He set the glass on the table at his right hand, taking his glasses off and wiping them on the edge of his shirt.

"That spell you thought they had done. The one that steals their souls. What would have happened if they had actually done it? I mean- what happens when their bloody souls are gone?"

Giles regarded the vampire with all seriousness, placing the glasses back on his nose. "They would have died," he murmured, picking up the glass again. He pointed to the desk behind him. "You can give Willow her spell book back. Just let her know to never *ever* try that spell. It will kill her and whomever is in the room with her. . .just really slowly."

Nodding slowly, the vampire stood, the words the Watcher had spoken chilling him right through to his undead heart. His pets were dying, right now as he talked to this man. An idea blossomed in the back of his mind, becoming an all out plan as he stood there. "Watcher. I might take the kids out of town for a bit. Let them get away from everything here that reminds them of. . .last night."

"Good idea, Spike." Giles smiled up at him tiredly. He really wished that the annoying blonde would just leave so he could pass out in peace. "You do that."

Spike smirked, recognizing a dismissal when he was given one. Besides, he had two lovely pieces of flesh at home waiting for him. He threw Giles one last grin before starting for the door. "Night, mate."

*-*-*-*

She was dreaming of death.

Red and black, blue and darkest green. All the dark colors of the rainbow danced in glorious radiance behind her eyelids as she played out scenes of destruction in her mind's eye. She could almost feel the warm blood spilling through her fists as she slit the throats of those who came close enough to feel the sting of her blade. With almost perfect playback she recalled the feeling of slipping her knife to the hilt inside her victim's stomach earlier that night.

It was just a dream, she knew, but it felt so real. The smell of the blood as it hit the imaginary sidewalk of her mind, splattering in thick red drops through the cracks and bumps of the imperfect concrete. The wet, thick feel as her knife slid through flesh as clean as through warm butter. The harsh pain-filled screams of the man in front of her as he dropped to his knees.

Wait. . .the screaming was closer than that.

Slowly blinking open drowsy green eyes, the red head focused her attention on her blonde haired lover, standing next to the bed and trying to wake her. He wasn't screaming though, his lips were merely inches from her ear. "What, Spikey? I'm sleepy still. . .we can fuck when I wake up. . ." She tried to roll over, caught when his arm snaked out to grab her.

 "Get up, Red. We need to talk."

"Fine, fine. . ." she grumbled, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. "Should we wake Xander up?"

"No, pet. I want to talk to you first, if I can?"

Willow narrowed her eyes, sliding her naked body from between the sheets to land barefooted on the floor. "What's wrong Spike?"

"Nothing, really, pet. But I need to talk to you." He shut his eyes, praying for strength. "Please?"

The red head took another long look at her lover before walking out to the living room. She flopped unceremoniously into a chair, staring at him with pent up curiosity bordering on annoyance. Why had he pulled her from the warm bed to come to the cold living room? What was *that* important?

"Something's been nagging me since you told me about what happened to you and Xan. . ." the blonde haired vampire started softly, sitting in the chair closest to his lover. "The question of what happens to you when you have no soul to inhabit your body. Nothing left to give you the bloody energy you need to keep going."

It took a moment for the reality of Spike's words to sink in- then the young witch realized exactly what he meant. No further words needed to be spoken as her eyes widened with horror. "So. . .does that mean. . ."

 Spike nodded gravely, his eyes never leaving hers. "Even asked the Watcher 'bout it in a round about way. . .he confirmed. The two of you are going to die when the spell completes." He watched as she seemed to shrink in on herself, her entire pale body trembling with the force of the emotions she was feeling.

"Going to die?" the red head whispered the words to herself. "But. . .that's not fair. . .there's too much left to do." She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood before continuing. "He's wrong. There has to be something. . .some way." Green eyes sparkled with tears. "I don't want to die, Spike. . .I don't want Xander to die. . ."

The vampire nodded slowly. "And I don't want you to die, pet." He took an un-needed breath and met her eyes. "I have a solution. . .if you want to take it."

 She arched an eyebrow, tears stilling. With alert eyes she looked at the taut lines of his face and wondered what he was going to suggest. Nothing too pleasant from his body language. "What is it?"

Licking pale lips, Spike moved to kneel in front of her. He slid his cool hands along the warmth of her thighs, trying to ease both the apprehension she was feeling and that he himself felt. "I can turn the two of you, Red. And then you never have to worry about dying
again. . ." He shut his eyes, waiting for the backlash he felt would be inevitable from his statement.

He knew it wasn't going to come when he heard the sweet pure sound of her laughter trickle across his ears. He hesitantly opened his eyes, staring into the smiling face of his lover. "That's.. . " She laughed, her voice breathy as she struggled to catch her breath long enough to speak. "That's a wonderful idea!"

"It is?" the bleached blonde asked, dumbfounded by the lack of shock shown in the red head's response.

"Yes!" she whispered. "Think of all the killing I can do. . .the men. . .the women. . ." She closed her eyes, licking her lips as she imagined what she would do with the power of a demon at her disposal. Xander would agree, she knew he would. The two of them together with Spike would make the world run red with blood- swim in a pool of crimson life.

Spike snorted with disbelief. Standing, he picked up the slight witch and moved them to the couch, his lips meeting hers for a bruising kiss. "Love the way you think, witch."

She smiled, kissing him again before allowing her face to fall into seriousness. With a slow, deliberate action she tilted her head to the side, baring the pulsing vein of her neck to his mouth. And with another tiny grin, she whispered her last human words.

"Do me, Spikey."

*-*-*-*

Spike watched over the still forms of his new Childer, wondering who would be first to wake. They had been created so close to each other that it was impossible to tell. His own body was reeling from the giving and taking of blood he had experienced with them- giving them a new life even as he stole their old one away.

A wicked smile crept along his lips as he imagined the carnage the three of them would reap throughout the country. The trail of blood they would leave behind them would rival anything he had ever done with Angelus or even Drusilla. They would become legends in the underworld- names to be feared. If he could only get the damn chip out of his head. A dark look passed over his pale features. No doubt his red headed Childe would find some way to remove the chip. There had to be a spell or something and if anyone could do it, it would be her.

A ripple of awareness shot through the blonde's body and he looked over at the two on the bed again, his eyes searching for 'life' in either of their deadly still expressions.  He smiled when he saw it would be Willow- his dark Fire Goddess. Standing, he crossed to the bed, kneeling next to it to look into her pale face as she threw off the last remnants of the death she had suffered through to be at his side.

For all of eternity.

"Spike?" she whispered, not opening her eyes. Things seemed too loud. The sound of him moving to her side had been almost cataclysmic to her new senses. With a hesitancy born of wariness, the red head opened her eyes. Slowly she allowed them to focus on the ceiling, their new abilities giving her liberty to see things she never would have noticed before.

"I'm right here, Red," Spike murmured. He was amazed by her beauty- her true face slipping on in a movement he knew was pure instinct to the younger ones. She would learn to control it soon enough- to blend in with the humanity she cast off. But for now it was entrancing. Her golden eyes turned on him and he could see the hunger within her, eating at her from the inside out though she tried to control it. "How do you feel?"

She licked her lips, running her tongue over the sharpness of her teeth. The idea of trying them out on the next live body she came across flitted through her mind, making her mouth water. "Hungry, Spikey. Very, very hungry."

Spike nodded. "I know, princess. As soon as Xan wakes up we'll go find you something nice and tender to chew on." Again the bond he had with his Childer trembled and he looked over in time to see his male Childe open his eyes. "See? That didn't take long at all."

"Xander," Willow purred, rolling away from her Sire to kiss her brunette lover's lips with passion. Her teeth grazed his lips and the briefest taste of blood danced across her tongue. She growled, fighting the urge to sink her teeth into the boy kissing her. It wouldn't be right to make her first meal off of her mate, no matter what her demon was crying for. "Ready to hunt?"

The dark haired vampire closed his eyes tight before opening them again. Everything was too bright, too noisy to his delicate senses. After a moment the new feelings began to settle in and he was free to answer his red haired lover's question. "Ready as ever, my love." He sat up, pulling her to his bare chest for a kiss born of primal lust and desire.

"Goody." Spike grinned maniacally. He watched them appraisingly as they crawled from bed and picked up their scattered clothing, enjoying the show they were unwittingly putting on for him.

"We won't be able to stay here, you know."

The softly spoken words of his female Childe pulled Spike from his reverie. "Already taken care of, pet." He grinned at her, pulling her flush against his body. "Told the Watcher when I visited that I was going to take you two out of town to 'help you forget the bloody mess of Xan's parent's death'." The blonde haired vampire sighed softly as Xander kissed the side of his neck. "Just need the two of you to decide where you want to go."

Xander smirked as they made their way out of the small apartment. "Anywhere with you two will be perfect."

Willow nodded, giving her Sire a broad grin. "He's right. But I have something much, much better in mind now that I think about it."  She let her voice trail off as they entered the streets of Sunnydale, heading towards the inevitable human infestation at the Bronze. She hummed under her breath, the entire sound that of someone who had a juicy secret or thought and was dangling it for another to grab onto.

"Gonna let us in on it, Wills?" Xander asked at last, throwing his Sire a playful look as he lifted the red head high in the air and twirled her around. The strength of the demon within him was something to truly be proud of and as he looked into the true face of his red haired lover he knew this was somehow his destiny.

Spike grinned, wondering what his devious little witch had come up with already. Something truly magnificent, he was sure. His eyes widened, though, as he heard her sultry sweet voice issue forth an idea he had never once considered- something guaranteed to make their time together the bloodiest history had ever seen.

"I thought we might see what that spell can do to a certain brooding vampire and *his* soul."