The Substitute

Willow sat at the Magic Box, self-consciously tugging down the sleeves of her blouse to cover the bandages on her wrists. The previous evening she spent chained to Spike’s bed had left scrapes and cuts around both wrists, and she was mortified that one of her friends would see them and somehow figure out what she had been up to. She felt ashamed of herself for what she had done. Not only had she blatantly set out to use someone, but she had allowed herself to be used and degraded in return. The worst part though, was that she loved every minute of it. Spike had brought out a part of her that she didn’t know existed. After limping home, she had sat up the rest of the night, reliving the experience in her head, vowing to herself she would never do anything like that again. She felt dirty, and why shouldn’t she? Chipped or not, she had let a soulless vampire blindfold and bind her and then fuck her, and the whole time she was there, helpless, she loved it and wished he would have hurt her a little more.

As Willow nervously worked away at her computer, she tried to push thoughts of Spike and bondage out of her head. She could never let it happen again, and the best way to make sure of that was to avoid the bleached vampire altogether. Of course, no sooner had this thought had crossed her mind than the blonde vamp himself walked through the door, ringing the overhead bell, and drawing her attention right to him. He caught her eyes for a brief second, and then looked away with a bored expression. He went over to the counter, apparently there to purchase something as Anya began to root through the herb supplies. Willow couldn’t help herself as she watched him from behind, her emotions going into overdrive as she was suddenly flooded by her sense of arousal just watching him, which in turn fueled her fear and sense of dread. Unknown to her, Spike could smell this heady combination, and it was feeding his own arouss wes well.

Not paying any attention to what she was doing anymore, the redhead reached out for a nearby book, trying to look busy, clearly flashing her bandages to Xander. Her old friend saw the gauzy wraps on her wrists, and grabbed her hands in concern.

“Will, what happened?!” he asked in a worried tone.

“Uh, um, n-nothing. Nothing happened. I-I fell,” she answered lamely, “You know, I’m not feeling so good. I think I’m going to go.”

Without another word, she shoved her laptop into her bag and limped out of the shop as quickly as possible, not realizing that Spike was following not far behind. When she finally made it home, she forced herself to take a cold shower, in an attempt to get her mind out of the gutter, but it didn’t seem to be helping. Sighing with frustration, she pulled on her Hello Kitty pajamas, and crawled into bed. The whole time, she was unaware of the pair of blue eyes, watching her from the tree outside her window.

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“I’m telling you, Anya, something is seriously wrong with Willow,” Xander said.

“Yeah, yeah, something is always wrong with that girl. Oh no, my werewolf boyfriend tried to eat me and then ran away. Oh no, I did a brainwashing spell on my girlfriend and she dumped me. Oh no, I’m a dark mojo junkie, and I almost killed my best friend’s kid sister because of it. Really Xander, I like Willow, I do, but if I got all worked up every time that girl was in crisis, I’d never have time for anything else, such as planning our wedding…Now, I know you’re set on having the chicken at our reception, but I really think you should consider Keisely livers instead,” Anya saatteatter of factly as she counted up the money from the cash register.

“An, you’re not listening…wait, what? What are Keepy livers?”

“Keisely livers, they’re a delicacy. They come from these little green Keisely demons. I know a guy who can get us a bulk rate on them!” she replied with enthusiasm.

“Um, can I just say ewww, followed by a huh uh. We’re having the chicken. Now, I’m serious about Willow. You didn’t see her wrists. I’m worried that maybe she tried to hurt herself.”

“Well, that’s stupid. Why would someone do that? Especially someone who already has so many problems,” Anya asked, clearly not understanding the reasoning.

“You’re kidding, right? You were a demon for over a thousand years, and you don’t understand why someone would want to kill themselves?”

“No. All those men I killed always seemed pretty upset about losing their lives, and human lives are really short anyway. I don’t understand why anyone would just throw it away.”

“Well, it’s not something I can really explain, but I’m going to head over and talk to Wills. I won’t be able to sleep tonight unless I know she’s okay,” and with that Xander kissed his girlfriend goodbye, grabbed his coat, and left.

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Spike crept through the unlocked window with the kind of stealth that only a vampire can muster. He had been watching the redhead for some time, trying to figure out what the hell he was doing there. He had no particular feelings toward her, but there was something about her that had piqued his interest. He supposed that it was because despite her meek appearance, she was actually a wildcat in the sack, or maybe it was something else, but there was definitely something. No matter, it wasn’t anything he needed to define now, he was here, and he might as well take advantage of it.

Willow woke suddenly to the feeling of a hand being clamped tightly over her mouth. Panic filled her, making it seem as if she couldn’t breathe. She struggled against the body that was pinning her down, her eyes straining to see who was holding her. She felt powerful arms rolling her over, pinning her on her stomach, as she screamed in vain.

“Shut up, and get on your knees,” growled a familiar voice in her ear.

The redhead stilled for a moment, her mind reeling, trying to make sense of what was happening. Spike yanked down her pajama bottoms, happy to see she was wearing no panties, and ran his cool fingers across her firm bottom. Willow shivered uncontrollably with sudden desire. This was wrong on so many levels, but she didn’t care. She pushed her body up until she was on her hands and knees, sighing with pleasure as the blonde vampire buried one hand in her hair, pulling her head back sharply while his other hand freed his swollen cock from the confines of his jeans.

Spike gave a low grunt as he rammed his full length into her. With every thrust of his hips, he would pull back painfully on the handful of red hair. Oddly enough, his chip didn’t activate, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if that was because it wasn’t working, or because she enjoyed the pain. Willow gave a loud moan, pushing her ass back, driving his cock deeper within her.

“Harder…uh…hurt me…please,” she begged, as he pounded away inside of her with increasing force, the friction of their slapping bodies sending delicious tingles through her clit, driving her toward orgasm.

Spike felt himself reaching the edge, and pulled Willow up by the hair, shifting into game face and burying his fangs in her throat. Willow cried out her release as her demon lover furiously pumped his cold seed into her. Both were so caught up in the moment that neither of them noticed when the bedroom door opened, a look of pure shock and horror on Xander’s face at the scene before him.

To be continued…