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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spike and Jean-Claude were in the sitting room playing chess when Willow and Anita walked in. Spike looked up at the redhead in concern and asked, “So, what did you find out?”

“Oh not much really, just that I’m a magical slut,” she muttered in reply. Jean-Claude took Spike’s momentary distraction to switch one of the pieces on the board. Anita arched an eyebrow at him, but said nothing.

“You’re what?” Spike asked somewhat perplexed.

Willow sighed in frustration. “Nothing. I don’t really want to talk about it.” Given what she had just learned, odds were that Spike would only be upset if she told him. “I think I need some fresh air. I’m going to go for a walk.”

“I’ll go too,” Spike said, starting to rise.

“No, thanks anyway, but I need to be alone for awhile.”

As she left the room, Anita fixed Jean-Claude with a worried glance that clearly said she wanted to talk to him.

“Is everything all right, ma petite?” he asked, trying to read the answer in her eyes.

“I’m not sure. I hope so. Maybe.”

“You do not sound so confident; would you like to talk about it?”

“I can’t. Not now anyway.” She glanced pointedly at Spike indicating that she needed to see Jean-Claude alone.

The dark-haired vampire also glanced over at Spike who was in the process of moving Jean-Claude’s rook, but stopped mid-motion when he felt their eyes on him. He looked up with mock innocence. “I was…uh…well alrigh was was cheating. Big deal, the game’s bloody boring anyway.” Then, rising to his feet, he added, “I think I’ll go up and check out the Circus, leave you two love birds alone.”

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Willow felt the warm night air on her skin and instantly felt better. She had exited the Circus out the back in order to avoid the crowds. If this new power really was touch activated, she didn’t want to risk any casual contact. She hated that her powers were out of control, or more accurately it scared her. She had spent a little more than a year learning to control the magic de hde her so that she wouldn’t hurt anyone, and now it felt like she had just landed back at square one.

No, she reminded herself, this new power was to heal, so maybe she wouldn’t end up trying to destroy the world or anything, so long as she didn’t let this new ability throw off the control on her other magics. In fact, she thought with a smile, this healing thing might not be so bad. After all, healing people, like Marianne, who would die otherwise, had to be a good thing. Of course the wanting to jump their bones part was a little disconcerting, but hey, everything has a price, right?

Having walked until her feet were killing her, Willow wished she could use some of her recuperative powers on herself. Maybe if I just touch myself a little bit…Nah. She saw that she had at some point moved beyond the busy nightclub district and was nearing a small park with a little pond. She gratefully collapsed onto a nearby bench, giving her feet a chance to rest, as she sat lost in thought about her new powers, and the world around her that was so different from her own. Of course she also couldn’t forget about the darkness that was soon coming to devour all of it.

“It’s about time you decided to stop. You were starting to wear me out.”

Willow spun around with a squeal of fright to see Richard standing under a cluster of nearby trees. The shadows danced around him as a breeze gently blew the branches about. For a moment it seemed that he was almost made of shadows himself, but then the moon caught his eyes, changing them from brown to an eerie gold. It was only a brief flash, but there was nothing human about those eyes. Willow tried to swallow down the lump in her throat. She was a seriously powerful Wicca. There was no reason to be afraid of the man standing in front of her.

“Why were you following me?” she asked in what she hoped was a confident voice.

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened before at the café,” he replied, moving to sit next to her on the bench. Willow slid all the way to the other end, leaving plenty of room between them. Richard frowned briefly and said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“It’s nothing personal; I just need some space at the moment. So, not to be rude but can you just tell me what you want so I can be alone.”

“Look, I know Anita doesn’t think I’m a very good pack leader because I’m not comfortable with punishing those who disobey me, and Jean-Claude thinks that I’m not honoring our alliance because I refuse to let him drag my pack into all his petty vampire disputes, but there was something about the way you said that the end of the world was coming that scared the hell out of me, and I need to know, is it true?”

“I don’t know. I think so. From what I feld whd what I’ve heard, it sure seems to have met all the prerequisites for an apocalypse.”

“Okay,” Richard said after a long moment, “When?”

Willow rose to her feet with a slight grunt of pain as her feet hit the ground, and started pacing in front of him. “How should I know? At home whenever there’s an apocalypse there’s usually a prophecy or something to go along with it, and books to help research what is happening. But not here, oh no,” her voice was dripping with sarcasm, “Magical creatures everywhere, and not a single damn book about them. Don’t you people read on this world?!”

Richard raised his hands in a defensive gesture as she turned an angry glare on him. Her power was leaking out all around her, making his skin crawl, his own power rising to the surface in response. “Hey calm down. I read. I’m even a teacher. I’re tre there are books on this stuff somewhere, I just don’t know where. The end of the world doesn’t come up often around here. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just wanted to know…”

Before Willow could stop him, Richard got to his feet and placed a hand on her shoulder. She tried to move away, but it was too late. Her power exploded, fueled by her emotions and the world around her and slammed into him, raising his power in response. For a moment Richard seemed to be fighting it, fear contorting his face. She knew in that moment, stronger than she had felt the power before, she could help him; heal him, and more than anything that’s what she wanted to do.

Willow gently lifted the hand on her shoulder to her lips; eyes locked on his, and kissed his palm. He tried to jerk his hand back, but she had strength like never before and he couldn’t break her grasp. His pulse was quickening, his eyes dilated as his power flowed out from him and into her. She welcomed it like a warm breeze, the smell of the woods overwhelming her senses.

His beast filled her, curling around inside of her with the contentment of a welcome guest. Looking into his eyes, she saw a world of pain, the pain of a man torn in two. Richard hated himself. Despite the act he put on for others, he was just one small step away from being suicidal. He couldn’t accept what he was and because of it, his beast was destroying him like a dog turning on its owner after one too many beatings.

Willow knew that pain, knew what it was like to think you were nothing more than a monster. But Richard wasn’t a monster, he was a werewolf, and that just made him another part of nature. Pulling him closer, she kissed his reluctant lips, and let her power flow through her.

Richard was terrified. He had never been comfortable with the supernatural despite his associations, and here suddenly was this girl who had power far beyond anything he had felt before. He tried to pull away from her, but her strength was surprising, and then she kissed him.

It was just a light brushing of her lips on his, but the instant it happened; her power broke over him like a wave. The world spinning beneath them, he felt as if he could see everything clearly for the first time. Life was exploding all around him and he was a part of that life. There was magic in everything, the sky, the trees, the people, and he was no different from them. All those years he had spent feeling like some sort of freak, a monster, were for nothing because the wolf within him was just another part of the world, natural as can be.

He was privileged, chosen to have the honor of experiencing life through the eyes of the wolf. It connected him to the world in ways that other people would never have the chance to experience. And he had abused that privilege, rejected that part of himself. All the hurt inside seemed to melt away as he realized what a fool he had been, blaming everyone around him for his own misery. For the first time ever, Richard was filled with pure joy at the knowledge that he was a werewolf, but that joy was instantly followed by panic as he realized that he could no longer feel the wolf within him. Pulling away from Willow slightly, he looked at her with horror, wondering what she had done.

“He is inside me,” she answered his unspoken question. “I can keep him if you choose, and you will be simply a man once again.”

It took a moment before he could speak, and when he finally did, his voice was rough with emotion. “All this time I thought it was a burden, but it was a gift. I never realized that it was the wolf that really made me free.”

Willow smiled at him. “I thought you’d say that.”

She kissed him again, this time a passionate exchange. Lips pressing together roughly, tongues exploring, he felt his beast pour back into him like an old friend coming home. And with it, the joy returned. A warmth flowing through both of them carried the passion farther, hands desperately pulling at clothing as the need to feel skin against skin overwhelmed them. Before either of them could think clearly about what was happening, Richard was pushing Willow back onto the soft grass, and covering her naked body with his own.

Their movements were frantic. There was no time for pleasantries. Richard was hard and ready for her, just waiting for that look in her eyes to be sure she was willing. Willow pulled him down for another kiss, as she let her other hand trail down his stomach and brushed it gently against his length.

He groaned with need, pushing her legs apart and quickly filling her. Giving her only a moment to adjust to his size, which she was surprised to discover even topped Spike. He began a steady rhythm as his hands and mouth explored her shoulders, breasts and neck. He paused momentarily when he discovered the fresh bite that marred her white skin, but Willow simply buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him back for another kiss.

As their coupling became more frenzied, the world around them seemed to fill with their magic. Trees that had long since lost their spring blooms burst into beautiful color once again. Birds and small animals that were hearty enough for city life were drawn to their energy and crowded the bushes and trees. Flowers from exotic lands were drawn through the earth by magic and sprung up from the ground all around them, but the lovers were completely oblivious.

Richard and the beast within him moved as one. No longer fighting each other, he had no fear of losing control. For the first time since his change he wasn’t afraid to really be with a mortal woman. He trusted himself and with that trust came unbelievable pleasure that he had been denying himself for so long.

Willow felt the sensation building inside of her, as if she were more than alive, as if she was life, all life. Creation made flesh. It had never been like this before, not even with Spike. Every cell in her body was buzzing with energy, singing with pleasure, until finally when she thought she might scream with the intensity of it all, it hit her like a wave crashing onto the shore. She did scream then, as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, making her body shake uncontrollably.

Richard felt her power reach its peak and it washed over him, dragging him down with her. He let out a spine tingling howl that no human voice could imitate, as he felt his release wash over him and into her. His body trembling as well, he collapsed on top of her, panting for breath, and relishing the sweet breeze that was blowing across their bodies, cooling their heat.

After a few moments of silence, he lifted his head and stared down at her with warm brown eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. Then he kissed her tenderly, a warm fat tear running down his cheek and landing on hers.

“Thank you,” he said.

To be continued…
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