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Okay folks, Rod - our beloved listdad - has giving me
permission once again to post a non-B/W pairing on the list. Don't you
guys feel lucky? Tell me what you think.
Shadow
Title: Der Weidedämon (1/?)
Author: Shadowlander Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx – or – Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. Pairing: Willow/Spike – thought I’d mess with a few minds out there on the list. Summary: Rayne is back and he’s kidnapped Willow to do a spell, now There’s a twist. Only Spike objects to Willow being used in a sacrifice and does something about it…and, oh yeah, somewhere along the way Willow becomes a demon. Well sort of…oh just read it. ? Also the title “Der Weidedämon” is German for “The Willow Demon” – so I originally wroteit in German sue me. <rotfl> Archive: The usual places; all others ask first. Spoilers: Spike has lost his bite and is helping the gang…beyond that no major spoilers that I know of. Dedication: To Kimber and Jinn…who put up with my constant plotting no matter how strange I get, and are still willing to talk to me. You’re the greatest…even if I do drive you both nuts most days. ? Der Weidedämon (1/?)
Spike was worried, well maybe not quite worried, more like
irritated
actually. He was a demon. He didn’t get worried, he got irritated. He told himself forcible, scowling for good measure. It was all Red’s fault, she knew she was suppose to bring him some blood while he hid-out in the old Kelly Street mansion from the commando boys looking for him. It wasn’t like he was going to go back to the Crawford Street mansion, too many memories of Dru and Angelus for his taste, and the crypt had proven somewhat unsafe. “Where is she?” he growled prowling the main room like a
caged tiger.
“She should have been here by now.” He added, continuing to stalk through the lower level, trying to contain his growing ‘irritation’. It wasn’t that he cared for the girl. She just served a purpose for the time being while he had the chip in his head. She brought him blood and helped to keep the commando boys away from him, and for that she would get to live once he got that annoying piece of metal out of his head. Well maybe not exactly ‘live’, he would have to turn her once he broke her in properly; make her into his little plaything for all of eternity. He had such big plans for his little Red, couldn’t wait to introduce her to his brand of affection…sure he’ll keep her mortal for a few years or so- just until he had her well trained to his touch, and then…then they would rule the night. He could almost taste all the things he would do to her; as he stripped away her sense of self and remade her into his favourite little fuck toy. Pushing aside such thoughts, he focused on Red’s continued
absence
from his side. Time enough to punish her later once the chip was out of his head. He would have plenty of time then to expresshis displeasure of her willful acts of defiance and of her association with the Slayer twit. Some things would not be tolerated, and once she was his, the Slayer and the moron being two things that would immediately be removed from his presence. **********************
Meanwhile at the Sunnydale Bus Station –
Faith wearily climbed off of the out-of-town bus, trying to
restore
some kind of circulation to her right leg that had fallen asleep somewhere outside of Los Vegas. It was just her luck, the only nonstop bus from Vegas to Sunnydale had to be the oldest, if not the most useless, bus in the history of modern transportation. But ithad been worth the nightmare ride to get back to Sunnydale. She couldn’t explain the sudden need she had developed a few weeks ago to return to the hellmouth. A part her had hoped to never see the misleading little town - with its barely closed gateway to the neither world, or it’s endless supply of vampires and other night creatures - ever again. But fate and two nerve-wrecking prophetic dreams convinced her that she should give up her soul-searching journey and get back to Sunnydale as fast as she could. She just wished she hadn’t of been in Southern Florida when she had gotten the first of the aforementioned prophetic dreams. Shaking her head as she collects her one battered duffel bag,
she
recalled Red’s last email. The one recounting the latest and somewhat undesired addition to the Scooby Gang: one bleached blonde vamp named Spike. Faith wasn’t too sure if she liked the thoughtof a bunch weird of commando groups running lose over the hellmouth. There was too great a chance of Red being picked up by one of the soldier boys one night while she was out saving the world with B. She would just hate to have to break into a highly classified government installation to kill a bunch of people because they had hurt Red. She’d do it, but she was sure she would have at least one or two sleepless hours because of it. ‘Red,’ she thought shouldering her duffel and setting off for
Giles’ flat,
no one knew she was coming back and the walk would do her some good. At the very least it would get her leg to wake up before dark. Before she’d maybe have to do a little slaying. ‘Eight months on the road and I still haven’t figured anything out regarding her.’ She said to herself, shifting the duffel on her shoulder a bit. Shortly after graduation, the dark-haired Slayerhad left town, after talking things over with Wesley, something that she was still a bit in shock over. She had actually gone to her Watcher for advice and the hellmouth didn’t open and suck the entire world into hell. Who would have thought it? Although, there was no wayin heaven - or the hellmouth - that she was actually going to admit that Wes had given her some pretty sound advice. It would offset the whole Slayer/Watcher dynamic for generations and B would never forgive her. While she was no closer to figuring out her relationship with
Red, she
had found a few answers. Like Oz’s death hadn’t been her fault. He’s the one that chose to side with the nut mayor damn near getting Red killed in the process. That she had been defending herself that night she had gone to reason with him; trying to get the cure for whatever it was he had poisoned Fang with. It had taken her six thousand miles and one hell of a barroom brawl to sink that little factinto her thick head. If she had known that was all it would take, she would have stayed in town and torn apart Willy’s a few dozen times. However, she was still no closer to figuring out just where she stood with Red, the one person who had ever took the time to really get to know her, warts and all. She excepted Faith like no other ever had. If she thought Fang and/or B wouldn’t have nailed her hide to the nearest wall, she would have been chasing after Red form the moment she had first seen the quiet redhead in the library. “Oh god, I’m beginning to sound like B!” She swore to herself with mild disgust, deciding that the bus ride had addled her mind somehow if she was beginning to channel the other Slayer. ***********************
Two hours later, Faith found herself at Giles’ front door,
patiently
waiting for someone to answer her knock. The walk from the bus station took a bit longer then she had first thought, but that was only because her leg had refused to wakeup for the first ten minutes. She pulled her wondering thoughts together as the door opened
and
she found herself standing before B’s Watcher…well former Watcher. Although it really didn’t matter, G-man would always be B’sWatcher, just like Wes would always be her Watcher…rather she liked it or not. “F-faith,” Giles said by way of greetings, covering any other
discomfort
he might have had at her unannounced appearance on his doorstep. “G-man,” she replied, once again pushing down her irrational
fear of
librarians. Every since the fourth grade when her class had gone on a field trip to the public library back in Boson, she had had an unexplainable fear of all librarians. It wasn’t something that she could easily explain, but librarians creeped her out more then vampiresor demons ever did. And there was no way in hell she would ever admit to said fear. Although she was certain that G knew all about her little fear, ‘He probably has it written down in that damn Watcher’s diary of his,’ she ruefully thought for the thousandth time. “Oh! Would you please come in?” Gilesreplied after a
moment,
stepping aside to allow her to cross the threshold his mind already working. Taking in her overall appearance as he followed her intothe living room, he noted the worn duffel bag over her shoulder, “I take it you are back from your road trip?” He asked trying to make small talk. “Got to Florida and ran out of coastline,” Faith replied
dropping onto
the couch with a tired sigh. “Figured I’d head back here and see if the place was still in one piece or not.” She couldn’t help but add with a smirk. Running a hand though her dark hair, “I’ve been having a few dreams that pretty much say I have to be here.” She added after a moment, suddenly finding something of real interest on the floor to study. The reaction was almost immediate as Giles shifted fromhost
to
Watcher in the blink of an eye. “Really? Just whathave you been dreaming about?” He asked his total attention focused on her, his mind racing. ‘If Faith is having prophetic dreams, why isn’t Buffy?’ he asked himself wondering if there was something he may have missed with his own Slayer. Taking a deep breath she collects her thoughts for a
moment. The
dream images still making little sense to her even after having two weeks to think about them as she made her way back to California. “Its confusing, I see Red, Fang, and who I think has to be Spike. I just know it’s a bleached vamp with them and…Red is feeding off them.” She says raising her head to stare into his eyes. “But she’s not a vamp…I don’t know how but she’s not.” For possible the first time in his association with thedark
Slayer, Giles
found himself looking into her terrified eyes. Not even when faced with the snake-like mayor trying to kill her, had he ever saw such an emotion ever enter her eyes. And then it struck him: she was not scared for herself, she was scared for another…possibly the one person she held above all else - even herself. She was scared for Willow. “Tell me exactly what you saw.” Giles commanded in an even voice, already well into full research mode. “Not much to tell. I’m in one of the underground lairs,
not sure
where…but Blondie is with me. I think we’re there looking for Red…but I’m not sure.” Faith begins; suddenly getting up to pace the living room restlessly. “Fang and the cheerleader are theretoo…we’re fighting a bunch of vamps trying to get to Red. And there is this human there, never saw him before, but he’s….” she continued, stopping and turning to the still seated Watcher. “He’s the one hurting her…the one I’m going to kill.” She finished coldly, her eyes hard and determined. **********************
About an hour outside of Sunnydale
Angel had the gas pedal planted firmly on the floor as he
drove like a
madman down the highway toward the hellmouth…or in the very least like a vampire possessed anyway. Beside him, Cordelia set ramrod straight in the seat; her eyes focused intently on the road ahead, almost as if she was willing the vehicle to go faster. She had not said much since her mind-shattering headache, a little over an hour ago back in Los Angeles, other then that they had to get to Sunnydale immediately. Willow’s life depended on it. There really hadn’t been anything else to say, not when she
had
recognized a few of the people surrounding the redhead in question. She wasn’t quite sure when Faith had gotten back into town. She knew Willow would have mentioned it in one of the emails the two of them had been sending each other since graduation if she was already there. And so as long as the dark-haired Slayer wasn’t in town, they still had time to save Willow…and kill Ethan Rayne. **********************
Spike was on his twelfth circuit through the lower level of
the mansion
when he heard the front door open. ‘Finally!’ he growled making an immediate course change and heading directly for the main room; he had a redhead to see. ‘Time she start learning her place,’ his demon fumed, ‘chip or no chip she will learn to obey me!’ Only to stop in his tracks as he stepped into the room and found the Watcher and what felt like a Slayer stand there, both looking around intently. “Where’s Red!” Faith demanded taking a menacing step
toward Spike,
immediately recognizing him from her dreams. “Faith, calm down.” Giles interrupted; stepping between
the two
before anything got out of hand. “Spike, is Willow here?” He asked turning his attention to the vampire, trying to remain calm for her sake. Once she was safe he would gladly let the two of them growl at each other all they wanted too. “What?” Spike asked momentarily thrown by the
question. “No the
little chit hasn’t been ‘ere all day…she forgot to bring by my blood.” He continued with an offended look. “You bleached idiot…Willow doesn’t forget things, she’s
missing!” Faith
growled trying to push past Giles and knocksome sense into the vamp. “What!” Spike demanded; his demon pushing forward and
the damn
chip going off in his head at the aggressive turn of his thoughts. No one touched his Red, she was his…or would soonbe once the chip was gone. Then he could claim her and wipeout the bloody Slayer and all her little friends. Forcing down his demon, he tries to calm himself, to think things through until he got his Red back, then he could work on getting back at the dark Slayer. ‘Yes. Get Red back and kill whatever foolish git touched her in the first place,’ he firmly decided. “Enough! This is getting us no where.” Giles
roared; effectively
getting both the vampire and Slayer’s undivided attentions. “Faith tell Spike what you saw in your dreams. Maybe he can recognize the lair you saw.” Giles directed. “And you,” he added letting a bit of the Ripper show through to the vampire. “Shut up and listen, apparently you two are suppose to find Willow together. So do it and not another word about your damn blood or I’ll stake you out to watch the sunrise myself.” He threatened, before taking a seat and waiting for them to get on with their respective orders and find Willow. *******************
Ten minutes after sunset found Spike and Faith prowlingthe
streets
looking for information and ducking any stray commandos they happened across. Giles has retreated back to his flat to gather the rest of the Scooby Gang and organize the search, once he had been certain that Spike and Faith had focused themselves on the task at hand and not arguing with each other. Once the two of them had gotten down to business they had immediately sensed the other’s affection forRed and were willing to put they differences aside until they got her back. ‘At least, I’m not stuck with the blonde twit,’ Spike told
himself
scanning the shadows for anything that shouldn’t be there, like one of the commando boys trying to recapture him. He had more important things to do then put up with their nonsense, and since he apparently had the support of a rather ticked off Slayer, he was pretty sure a few of the commandos would be winding up in hospital if they did try something. End Part One:
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