The Substitute

Spike paced around his crypt in fury. How dare that chit presume to use him! First Buffy, now Red. He was the ‘Big Bad’, was being the operative word. Ever since he got chipped, these stupid humans thought they could make him do anything they wanted, especially Slutty. He still had his pride, you know. The blonde vampire was pulled from his thoughts though when the previously mentioned slayer burst through the crypt door in a rage.

“And just when I thought my night couldn’t get any better,” Spike said sarcastically.

“Tell me why exactly I shouldn’t stake you right now?”

“Stake me for what?!”

“For pushing yourself onto Willow. I saw the way she looked when you left, all crying and messed up. Tonight was supposed to be special for her, and you had to go and ruin that just to get back at me, didn’t you?!” the little slayer raged.

“What?! Hey, she came on to me! I was just helping her home because she hurt her ankle at the Bronze, and then she threw herself at me like her knickers were on fire,” Spike replied incredulously.

“Oh right, like I’m going to believe that. Willow got all dressed up tonight because she wanted to impress some guy she likes. I’m sure ending the evening being pawed by the undead was NOT on her agenda. You were just pissed at me because I told you it was over, so you decided to get back at me by using my best friend.”

“Hey, news flash Slutty, not everything is about you. Why is it so hard to believe that the chit would want me? After all, I was good enough for you. Or is it the thought that I might be interested in someone else that’s got your knickers in a twist? That’s it, isn’t it? You’re jealous!”

“Jealous, hah!” Buffy laughed, trying to cover up how close to the truth that statement was, “Like you mean that much to me! Besides, what’s to be jealous of? If I snapped my fingers, you’d come crawling back to me like the dog that you are.”

That was it, the last straw. Spike lunged forward, grabbing Buffy by the back of the sweater and dragged her toward the open crypt door. She let out a squeal of surprise, but before she could do anything else, he had released his grip, and gave her a solid kick in the ass, sending her flying out the door and sprawling all over the ground.

“And stay out!” Spike bellowed before slamming the door in her face.

“Hey, this is a new sweater!” Buffy complained, but it went unheard through the steel door.

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Willow made her way slowly and painfully toward Spike’s crypt. Her ankle was killing her and she was definitely vamp bait making her way through the cemetery alone at night, but she had to try to stop Buffy from making things worse and she needed to apologize to Spike again. She felt horrible for the way she had treated him. He was right to be angry. She didn’t know what was going on between him and Buffy lately but it was wrong of her to try to use him. She had to find a way to make it up to him, assuming of course she made it to his crypt alive. She clenched the stake in her hand a little tighter, holding a vial of holy water in the other, and continued to limp along as quickly as possible.

She was lucky she hadn’t encountered any vamps along the way, not realizing that Buffy in her rage had all ready tracked down and dusted the three remaining vamps that had been wandering the cemetery. Her stomach felt like it was in her throat as she knocked on the door, a sense of dread washing over her. She waited, but got no response. Cautiously, she opened the door and entered the crypt, calling out for Spike, but still there was nothing. ‘He must be gone,’ she thought, ‘I’ll just have to come back later.’ But then she heard a loud crash from the chamber downstairs and realized he was there after all. She heard another loud crash, and her heart began to pound like a caged animal, he was really mad. But still, she had to do this.

Spike couldn’t believe the nerve of the women in his life lately, he knew Buffy was jealous whether she admitted it or not. A part of him loved the annoying girl, but a bigger part wanted to punish her and Red too for that matter. He may not be able to hurt other humans, but Buffy was fair game now that she didn’t set off his chip. Maybe he should just kill her and be done with it. He threw another empty bottle at the rock wall, finding some comfort in the breaking noise, when a thought occurred to him; why not give those chits a taste of their own medicine. So Red wanted to use him to get over her lover Wicca, fine, he would use her to piss off the slayer. Then, almost as if it was divine providence, he heard the redhead calling to him from the opening to the upstairs.

“Down here, luv, come on down,” he said, trying to rein in his anger so as not to scare her away.

Willow made her way carefully down the ladder, nearly falling twice because of her bad ankle. When she finally reached the bottom, what she saw made her want to climb right back up again. There was broken glass everywhere, glittering in the candlelight. And there in the middle of it was Spike, wearing a forced smile that more closely resembled a grimace. She stood perched on the little pedestal, hesitant to take the last step down.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Spike asked impatiently.

“Um, there’s glass everywhere, and my ankle is still hurt. I don’t want to fall.”

“Bloody hell,” he swore under his breath, walking over to her. “Here, pet, I’ll carry you.”

He swept her up into his arms, holding her close to his chest, and carried her back toward the bed where he set her down carefully. He looked at her bright red tennis shoes that clashed completely with the outfit she still had on, and finally let a real smile slip out. At least she had wised up about the heels. Spike then moved over to a nearby dresser where a glass and a bottle of whiskey were still left standing. He poured Willow a drink, handing it to her, taking the bottle for himself, and sat down on the bed next to her. Willow looked at the drink for a moment in silence before gulping it down in hopes it would boost her courage.

“Spike,” she began tentatively, as he refilled her glass, “I came to apologize. I was wrong for what I did or well, wanted to do to you. I’m so sorry.”

Her sincere apology caught him a bit off guard as he watched her down the second drink, and for a moment the blonde vampire almost decided not to go through with his plan, almost. He leaned over taking her glass and setting it on the floor with the bottle, then sat back up to purr his answer in her ear, running a hand lightly up her arm, making her shiver.

“Forget about it, luv, you meant no harm. Besides, I’ve been thinking about what you said; maybe a fling is just what I need to clear my head of the slayer.”

“W-what? But you were so mad. I thought you’d want to kill me, or at the very least never talk to me again, not…” her voice trailed off as Spike began planting soft kisses down her neck, his hand fumbling momentarily with the ties of her top, finally getting them undone and quickly tossing the small piece of fabric aside.

Willow’s hands instinctively shot up to cover herself. She had been ready to do this earlier, but everything that had happened since then had made her somewhat insecure about whether this was such a good idea. Spike couldn’t help but chuckle at the redhead who was blushing a deep scarlet and trying in vain to cover her pert breasts. He had to admit, while she didn’t have that alluring dark streak the slayer did, she was beautiful. She screamed out innocence, and his demon thrilled at the thought of spoiling that purity. He would twist her and make her a slave to her desires, and then he would delight in rubbing the slayer’s nose in it. With one hand on her shoulder, he gently but firmly pushed her back onto the bed.

“You should know by now, Red, vampires are creatures of passion. We have quick tempers, but it makes us better lovers too.”

With his last words, Spike pulled her arms away from her pink tipped mounds, and began to fondle and caress them until her rosy peaks were hard with arousal and her breath was coming in short gasps. He reached across the bed and grabbed a long scarf. He held it up in front of her face, and looked down into her lust-filled eyes.

“Do you trust me?” he asked in a low sensual tone. She hesitated a moment, fighting with desire to determine if what he was suggesting was safe. His voice was all seduction, but his eyes held something more, desperation maybe, a yearning for someone to believe in him, trust him.

“Yes,” she answered sincerely.

Her answer caught him completely off guard. He had asked on a whim, he never expected her to say yes. Buffy had only consented to handcuffs on one occasion, but she would never allow a blindfold. The little redhead had managed to impress him. Spike slipped the silken fabric around her head and secured it tightly but comfortably, then went to work removing the rest of her clothes. The shoes went first, careful around her injured ankle, then her leather skirt, once again revealing the smiley face panties, and soon they too were gone. Willow lay before him, gloriously naked except for the blindfold, waiting for his touch. The sight of her made him grow incredibly hard, and he quickly shirked off his clothes as well.

He crawled up the bed, placing more soft kisses up her hot flesh, making the pale girl moan and writhe in pleasure. He reached down the side of the bed, and pulled a pair of handcuffs from the box he kept there. Her body tensed momentarily as he cuffed her to the headboard, but he whispered reassurances in her ear, and she soon relaxed again. Spike took another tour of her body, this time licking and nipping his way to her cinnamon curls. He couldn’t believe how wonderful her flesh smelled. It was indescribable, like something sweet and delicious, and he was going to have a taste.

Willow felt reality slip away; she was somewhere else now, somewhere wonderful. Without her sight to distract her, all that was left was the feeling of him making her body sing with delight, intensified by the slight thrill of danger she felt from being bound and helpless. He rolled his tongue around her hard nub, sucking it into his cool mouth, eliciting a moan from the redhead, as he pistoned two fingers in and out of her tight passage. As he continued his ministrations, he brought her to the edge, again and again, until her hips bucked wildly and she was begging for release. But he wasn’t done with her yet; he was enjoying the sound of her begging too much. Willow pulled at her cuffed hands in an unconscious effort to free herself; she wanted to touch him, to force him to finish what he had started. She pulled so hard that the metal had begun to cut into her wrists, making her bleed, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Spike, please…” she begged, her voice cracking with frustration, tears starting to soak her blindfold.

The sound of her pleading combined with the smell of fresh blood and tears finally pushed the blonde vampire beyond his limits of control. Sliding his body forward, he entered her suddenly and fully, making Willow cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He was much too big for her, but he didn’t wait for her body to adjust, as he pounded into her over and over.

Willow’s legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as her hips bucked to meet him thrust for thrust. Her need had never been so great. Soon, she felt the familiar tightening in her belly as her orgasm washed over her, making her cry out again, rocking her body as her muscles clamped around the rigid cock within her. The sensation pushed Spike over the edge after her, his cold seed exploding within her in a cool wash.

When it was over, Spike rolled off of her, pulling her blindfold off and unlocking her cuffs. Willow was panting for breath, her body still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm, as he gently began licking the blood from her wrists. When he was finished, Spike handed the girl her clothes, and rolled over onto his side, pulling the bed covers up over him.

“Don’t forget to shut the crypt door on your way out, pet.”

Willow looked at the vampire somewhat in shock, unsure if she could even walk at this point. However, she did need to get back home; she had an early class in the morning. The redhead dressed in silence and carefully limped her way through the broken glass to the ladder. She gave one last look at the already sleeping form before she made her way up and into the night.

To be continued…