Fic: Spike Bad (2/?)

[Kris <krismpy@xxxxxxxxx>]

This fic was previously untitled, but I think I
like this title. I don't like to start something
and not finish it, so I did my best to get back
into the zone I was in when I went all crazy and
posted the first part of this. I must say that
it gave me a headache. I'm really interested in
knowing if all you veteran writers out there get
that when working on a piece? It didn't happen
to me during the first part, though; so maybe I
was going to get a headache anyway. :)

Anyway, here's the second part.

Title: Spike Bad (2/?)
Pairing: B/W
Disclaimers: Buffy and Willow and everyone else
in this belong to Joss and
Mutant Enemy.
Spoilers: All of season 6 so far, plus maybe
upcoming season 6 eps. 
Summary: My skewered version of season 6 
Rating: Definitely NC-17 on this part. If you're
sensitive to violent rape I wouldn't suggest
reading the last bit of this part. It's not
overly graphic, but may be too much for some.



Buffy stared out her bedroom window, lost in
thought. She wondered how her life had gotten so
complicated. Ironically, she realized that it
was her death that now made her life such a mess.
She wished for the simpler days of high school
when it was just her, Willow, and Xander; and,
well, of corse Giles as well. Granted, as
teenagers they had more to deal with than normal
kids at that age, but it still seemed simpler
back then. 'Geez, I shouldn't have thought of
Willow. Now I'm more depressed,' Buffy thought. 
Whenever she was troubled back in those simpler
days, the hacker had always been her anchor--a
rock. She remembered how all it took to calm her
was for Willow to enter the same room as
her--just knowing Willow was close by made her
feel like everything was going to be ok; even if
things were bleak, or they were up against some
great evil. Now Willow was that evil, and even
though she hated her for yanking her from heaven,
a part of her still loved her friend.

"Buffy?" Dawn came up behind her, interrupting
her thoughts.

"Yeah?" she replied.

"It's nearly 4:30 in the morning, and you're
still dressed. Have you been to bed at all yet?"
Dawn said.

"No," Buffy said quietly.

"Well, um, maybe you should try to get a little
sleep, you know? Things always seem better in
the morning to me, especially if I've gotten some
good sleep. So, maybe it would help you, too." 
Dawn hated it when Buffy acted like
this--monosyllabic, broody. It was almost like a
darker version of the Buffybot; but whereas the
buffybot had been, well, robotlike in it's
actions, Buffy was almost robotlike in her
interactions. That's what scared Dawn the most.

Buffy looked her sister in the eyes for the first
time since she entered the room and said, "Dawn,
what was Willow like when I was dead?"

"Huh?" Dawn replied.

"Well, it's just that Spike says she's gone off
the deep end, and what used to be her is totally
gone. And I saw for myself how she acted when I
first came back. I overheard her threaten Giles,
she fought with Tara then put a spell on her, and
she was so reckless with her magic; but it just
doesn't seem possible. Used to be I got scared
if her magic went wrong, now I'm scared if it
goes right."

"Why'd you kick her out if you're not sure?" Dawn
asked quietly.

"Because, if she has gone bad, I couldn't risk
her being in the same house with you." Buffy
said. Then she looked away and added quietly,
"Besides, she had no business doing that spell to
bring me back."

"What! How can you say that, Buffy? You were in
hell! How could she not, knowing that? I mean,
if I'd found out you were suffering, I'd have
tried that spell myself."

"Shh, I'm sorry I upset you, Dawn. But that's
just it, none of you could have known whether I
was in hell, or...heaven." Buffy spoke the last
word so quietly Dawn barely heard her. "So, why
do such a risky spell?" 

"Well, I never heard where or how she found out
you were in hell, but Giles said it was probably
a power rush for her." Dawn said.

"Yeah, power corrupts, I know; but it just seems
so unWillowlike. That's why I wondered if you
saw anything different about her while I was
gone?" Buffy said.

"Well, no, not really. At least I don't think
so. She was upset for a while about your death,
but we all were. And, not that she could replace
you, but she was actually the one that helped me
the most. She could calm me down when none of
the others could."

"Hmm, ok, thanks Dawn. You better go back to
bed," Buffy said turning away from her sister to
stare out the window. "It's almost daylight. I
think I'll check to make sure Spike made it in ok
since he patrolled for me tonight, then I'll go
to bed."

"Alright, goodnight," Dawn said tentatively. She
didn't really want to leave, though. This was
the most heartfelt conversation she had had with
Buffy since her return, and wished Buffy would
just talk like this with her some more. But she
recognized that Buffy had gone back to her
pensive mode, and quietly left the room, thinking
Buffy just needed more time to sort things out. 
After all, things were different than before
Buffy had died--Willow was a loose cannon, not to
mention AWOL, Giles went back to England again,
and Tara had just left a note saying she was
leaving. As Dawn crawled back under the covers
of her bed, a thought struck her. 'Buffy finally
had a near normal talk with me, and it was all
about Willow!' A plan started to form in her
head as she slowly drifted off to sleep with a
smile.
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Spike looked up at the sky and realized sadly
that it would be daylight soon. He had been
having so much fun. Just to make sure the slayer
didn't suspect anything about his chip, he'd
staked a couple of newbie vamps earlier that
evening. Then he fed the rest of the night. He
lost count of the number of people he sucked dry
when he'd run out of fingers to count them on. 
He briefly thought about turning a couple of them
for fun, but didn't dare take the chance that
Buffy would run across them and find out it was
him. "Oh, well. It's just as fun to kill them,
too." he said as he drained his last victim, then
snapped the guy's neck absentmindedly--even
though he was already dead. "Boy, am I stuffed,"
he mused.

Just as the sun peaked over the horizon, Spike
entered his crypt, and found Buffy standing
there. "Buffy? What are you doing here?"

"Hi. I was just checking to see how the patrol
went," she said

"Fine," he answered carefully, afraid he'd been
found out.

"Good. Well, then I'll see you later. I know
it's your bedtime, so I'd better go."

"Is there anything I can do?" he said quietly,
sensing there was something up, and hoping he'd
hid his trail of murder and mayhem carefully
enough. He slowly removed his jacket and shook
out the vampire dust, hoping Buffy would notice
it.

"No, thanks," Buffy replied.

"Alright then, if you're sure?" he said.

"Yeah, goodnight, Spike."

"Night." he replied, once again wondering if the
jig was up, but realizing it wasn't Buffy's style
to beat around the bush. If she'd suspected him
of anything, she probably would've beat the crap
out him trying to find out the truth. At least
that's what she would've done before. Now that
she'd returned from the dead, he wasn't so sure,
which was definitely good for him, he thought.
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Willow scrounged around in the dumpster behind
her apartment and finally spotted a badly chipped
bowl. She took it back inside, rinsed it out in
the sink, then filled it with a little milk. She
squatted down and put the bowl of milk on the
floor. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. I've got
some nice milk for you," she said. 

A black cat cautiously poked it's head out from
under Willow's makeshift kitchen table. It
looked tentatively at the bowl, then back at
Willow, and disappeared back under the piece of
plywood that sat on top of two old sawhorses. 
"Fine, have it your way," Willow said rather
disgustedly. "It was your idea to have kittens
inside my wall back there, though. I was only
trying to help." Willow slid the bowl of milk
under the table nearer the wall, then sat down
cross-legged a few feet away waiting to see if
maybe the cat would come out and drink it.

Suddenly Spike burst through the back door,
hunched over with a flaming blanket draped over
his back. Once he was inside and out of all
direct sunlight, he threw the blanket on the
floor and stomped the fire out.

"Spike!" Willow yelped, startled. "What are you
doing here during the day? You're lucky you
didn't burn this whole complex down, it's
definitely not up to specs on the fire code, ya
know?"

"Shut up!" Spike yelled. "Now, I want you to get
me some money before tonight."

"What? How am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know. Go to the bank and freeze
everyone with your magic and take the dough, or
hypnotize a teller into thinking you're making a
legitimate withdrawl, conjure it out of thin air,
or just plain steal it from someone. Makes no
difference to me so long as you get it. Got it?"
he said none too politely. Seeing the look of
reluctance on her face he added, "Or I'll kill
someone. Maybe Xander, hmm? You'd like that
anyway, wouldn't you? Then you wouldn't get your
feelings hurt when they don't invite you to the
wedding since there wouldn't be one."

"Ok, I'll get some. I'll bring it by your place
later." she replied dejectedly.

"No, I'll just wait here and catch some z's. No
sense in me having to go back out, is there?"

Willow shook her head, gathered her stuff, and
walked out the door. "I guess I'll get some from
the bank somehow." she said.

"And remember, if you run into any of your old
cronies, you tell them nothing!" he yelled after
her. "Stupid wench," he said to himself after
she was gone. "You'd think she would've realized
that moving to the other side of town wasn't
going to make things any simpler for herself. 
This town's just too small not to run into
someone sooner or later. Still, when she went
missing after Buffy told her to get out, it made
it easier for me to locate her. She probably
stuck around Sunnyhell just so she could feel
closer to the love of her life." he said rolling
his eyes.

A couple hours later Willow returned. She found
Spike sitting on the kitchen floor with four
kittens in his lap. The all black mother cat lay
dead by his feet. "What've you done? How will
the kittens survive without their mother? 
They're too young to fend for themselves!"

"Don't worry, they'll make nice snacks for some
of my chums at the bar. I coulda used them a
while back when I was there gambling with Buffy,
but it looks like they weren't around yet, then. 

Willow felt sick knowing what Spike intended for
the kittens. "Please, let me take care of them
Spike? I can bottle feed them, and maybe they'll
be ok."

Spike put the kittens down, jumped to his feet,
quickly put his game face on and grabbed her
roughly by the shoulders. "Listen, bitch," he
snarled through his fangs. "Just because these
kittens were holed up here, doesn't make them
yours. NOTHING is yours! Now give me my money
and stop pissing me off or you'll regret it!"

Willow wordlessly reached into her coat pocket
and pulled out a wad of bills and handed them
over to Spike. He counted the wad as Willow
watched nervously. "Is this it? I think you
could've easily gotten more," he said. "Let's
just see, shall we?" He grabbed Willow by the
shoulders once again, spun her around quickly and
slammed her head first into the door frame that
separated the kitchen from the living room. He
grabbed her right arm from behind and yanked it
hard to the left, spinning her around to face
him. He took a step back and delivered a hard
kick to her left knee. As she bent forward to
grab her injured knee, he brought his own knee up
and connected with her nose, effectively knocking
her backwards onto the floor. He proceeded to
rip her clothes off, searching each piece as he
did so. "Aha!" he said, holding up a second wad
of bills. "I knew you were holding out on me!"

"Please," Willow gasped out through her pain. "I
was...only...food...rent," she said.

"You're on your own there," he snarled. "All
this money was mine from the beginning. I told
you nothing is yours. The kittens are mine, the
money is mine, your friends are mine! Even your
worthless cunt belongs to me," he said. And to
emphasize his point, he undid his pants, entered
her forcefully, and began pumping in and out of
her hard, enjoying her cries of pain. He
finished with a grunt, then stood up, refastened
his pants, and said, "Remember, nothing is
yours." 

Willow lay on the floor in agony where he left
her. After a few minutes she summoned enough
strength to roll over. She started to crawl
toward the tiny bathroom of the apartment,
realizing that feat might be impossible since her
right arm was dislocated. But inch by inch she
progressed toward her destination. Once there
she hauled herself to a standing position using
the sink for support, and fumbled through the
medicine cabinet above it. She fished out a
razor blade, and rested her useless arm in the
sink. She felt like she was going to black out
at any time, so she quickly started to slit her
wrist, trying her best to hit the veins with
blury vision. As she started, she said, "Your
wrong, Spike. There's one thing that's mine that
you can't have--my life!"
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TBC









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