The Substitute
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Spike(William)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,903
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Missing You
It had been months since Spike left; six months, twenty-four days, three hours, a-n-d nine minutes to be exact. Willow lay on her bed, looking at the clock, just as she had done the night he left, rubbing her wrists compulsively. Her injuries from being bound on their first night together had long since healed without leaving a single mark, but in her mind they were always there.
She had set out to have a little fling. She had just wanted a substitute, something to fill the void in hefe afe after losing Tara and her magic, but things had not gone as planned. Instead she had started something with Spike that was twisted and wrong, and she just couldn’t get him out of her head. In reality they had only been together twice before he left, and yet every moment of every day since, he hadntednted her mind with images of him doing unspeakable things to her, hurting her in the most delicious ways.
Some days she felt like she had lost herself completely and others she felt sure that she had never been the girl she thought she was in the first place. Xander had barely spoken to her since he had found them together. It was easy enough for him to find excuses to keep away from her since he and Anya had been married. However, true to his word, Xander had not told Buffy, or anyone else for that matter, what he had seen, including Anya. Truth was he just wanted to forget the whole thing, but every time he looked at Willow, he would see it all over again and he would just feel sick.
Willow was saddened to think that she may have irreparably damaged her friendship with the man she had grown up with, but if she were to be completely honest with herself, part of her resented him for making Spike leave. In retrospect, it didn’t seem all that important what everyone else thought of her, she just wanted Spike back, wanted to feel his hands upon her once again.
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Spike looked out over downtown Vienna from the plush apartment balcony where he was staying. He had swept a rich socialite’s daughter off her feet days before, and had been enjoying feeding off her and fucking her since then until his plane left. He could have left days before, but arranging appropriate travel plans for a vampire, especially overseas, was tricky at best. But, tonight was to be his last night.
He had come to the city months before, doing a little smuggling of demon larvae and some other, more powerful, black magic ingredients. He had netted a tlittlittle profit to cover the expense of having his chip removed. At first the doctor was rather skeptical; he had done several x-rays and didn’t know if he could remove the device without making the vampire a permanent vegetable, but with the amount of money he had been offered, he was willing to try. The results were mostly positive, all things considered. He didn’t die; obviously, he did however spend a brief period of time as a quadriplegic, which after his previous time spent in a wheelchair, was completely unbearable. If it wasn’t for the doctor keeping him well sedated, he would have gone completely insane. Spike had also lost a great deal of his memories. The doctor thought they would return in time; repair themselves, just as his nervous system had repaired itself. He hoped so, because it was a little confusing only having brief flashes of the past.
One thing he did remember though was the girlh reh red hair. He couldn’t quite recall her name, but he knew she was the reason he had had the surgery. She haunted him and after much mental searching, he finally remembered that she was in Sunnydale, California. He wasn’t sure if he had been to the States before, but he did know that that was where his future lay.
He strolled back into the apartment, making sure to close the drapes behind him. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he made his way to the bedroom where he had left his little blonde toy tied up. From the moment he saw her, he had wanted to hurt her. She reminded him of someone, he just couldn’t place who, but every time he looked at her he felt the burning desire to cause her pain and humiliation.
“Well, my sweet, ready for another go?” he asked.
To be continued…
She had set out to have a little fling. She had just wanted a substitute, something to fill the void in hefe afe after losing Tara and her magic, but things had not gone as planned. Instead she had started something with Spike that was twisted and wrong, and she just couldn’t get him out of her head. In reality they had only been together twice before he left, and yet every moment of every day since, he hadntednted her mind with images of him doing unspeakable things to her, hurting her in the most delicious ways.
Some days she felt like she had lost herself completely and others she felt sure that she had never been the girl she thought she was in the first place. Xander had barely spoken to her since he had found them together. It was easy enough for him to find excuses to keep away from her since he and Anya had been married. However, true to his word, Xander had not told Buffy, or anyone else for that matter, what he had seen, including Anya. Truth was he just wanted to forget the whole thing, but every time he looked at Willow, he would see it all over again and he would just feel sick.
Willow was saddened to think that she may have irreparably damaged her friendship with the man she had grown up with, but if she were to be completely honest with herself, part of her resented him for making Spike leave. In retrospect, it didn’t seem all that important what everyone else thought of her, she just wanted Spike back, wanted to feel his hands upon her once again.
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Spike looked out over downtown Vienna from the plush apartment balcony where he was staying. He had swept a rich socialite’s daughter off her feet days before, and had been enjoying feeding off her and fucking her since then until his plane left. He could have left days before, but arranging appropriate travel plans for a vampire, especially overseas, was tricky at best. But, tonight was to be his last night.
He had come to the city months before, doing a little smuggling of demon larvae and some other, more powerful, black magic ingredients. He had netted a tlittlittle profit to cover the expense of having his chip removed. At first the doctor was rather skeptical; he had done several x-rays and didn’t know if he could remove the device without making the vampire a permanent vegetable, but with the amount of money he had been offered, he was willing to try. The results were mostly positive, all things considered. He didn’t die; obviously, he did however spend a brief period of time as a quadriplegic, which after his previous time spent in a wheelchair, was completely unbearable. If it wasn’t for the doctor keeping him well sedated, he would have gone completely insane. Spike had also lost a great deal of his memories. The doctor thought they would return in time; repair themselves, just as his nervous system had repaired itself. He hoped so, because it was a little confusing only having brief flashes of the past.
One thing he did remember though was the girlh reh red hair. He couldn’t quite recall her name, but he knew she was the reason he had had the surgery. She haunted him and after much mental searching, he finally remembered that she was in Sunnydale, California. He wasn’t sure if he had been to the States before, but he did know that that was where his future lay.
He strolled back into the apartment, making sure to close the drapes behind him. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he made his way to the bedroom where he had left his little blonde toy tied up. From the moment he saw her, he had wanted to hurt her. She reminded him of someone, he just couldn’t place who, but every time he looked at her he felt the burning desire to cause her pain and humiliation.
“Well, my sweet, ready for another go?” he asked.
To be continued…