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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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It was shortly after sunset when Jean-Claude and Asher arrived at the hospital to check on the status of the small redhead. Asher wore an expression of distaste, overwhelmed by the scent of illness and death. He glanced over at Jean-Claude and saw a similar expression.

It didn’t take superhuman abilities to sense the tension in the air when they finally reached their destination. Spike was positioned by the bed clinging to Willow’s hand, and didn’t even look up at them when they entered the room. Anita was pacing with a look somewhere between concern and irritation.

“It’s about time you two got here. What took you so long?” she growled.

“The sun has only just set, ma petite. We came as quickly as we could.” Jean-Claude moved to stand in front of her, and carefully pulled her into an embrace. It was always risky trying to comfort the small fiery woman. Often times she needed it, but she was still likely to pull a gun on you if you tried. This time it worked, and she gave herself over for a moment to the strength of his arms.

Asher watched the pair with longing in his eyes before interrupting. “How is she?”

Anita pulled hef awf away reluctantly and busied herself smoothing out invisible wrinkles in her jacket and skirt. “She slipped into a coma a few hours ago. The doctors said there was some hemorrhaging in her brain, but they think the bleeding has stopped. They don’t know if she’ll ever wake up, and if she does they’re pretty sure she’ll have brain damage. They were surprised she lived at all.”

The sound of soft sobbing filled the room then, as Spike broke down. He had only just found the beautiful redhead, and already he had lost her. The pain was too much for him to bear.

Anita looked at him sympathetically, shaking her head. It wasn’t the first time today the blonde vampire had lost control of his emotions. “If only she could use her healing powers on herself, maybe there’d be some hope…”

“What healing powers?” Jason asked from his spot by the window.

All eyes turned to Anita. “She has a way of channeling energy to heal. I’m not sure exactly how it works, but she used it to heal Marianne. I doubt it will work now though, I think she would need to be at least conscious,” she said with defeat.

Suddenly Jason rushed over to the small dark-haired woman, with a triumphant grin. “What about your healing powers? You could call Raina’s munin!”

Anita’s jaw tightened with dread. It was possible that it could work, but it was risky. Her ties to the pack and her powers as a necromancer gave her the ability to essentially call up the spirit of the former werewolf Lupa, Raina, and use her abilities to heal. The problem was that Raina could be unpredictable at best and had a tendency to cause more harm than good.

When she was alive Raina had been a sexual sadist, and she wasn’t much better now that she was dead. Still, with Willow in a coma, and unable to heal herself, what did they have to lose? Something had done this to her, something deadly. Assuming it was the Dark Mother, Willow may have had another dream, may have learned something useful. Besides, Anita knew she had to try to help her if she could. Despite the obvious differences in their personalities, they really had a lot in common, and Anita felt an affinity toward her that was stronger than what she generally felt toward another woman.

“Someone shut the door, and I’ll give it a try,” she said, moving toward the bed. She motioned for Spike to move away. He hesitated, but eventually yielded.

Taking deep breaths Anita did her best to concentrate. She had spent a great deal of time with Marianne working on finding a balance with Raina. The trick was, in return for her healing abilities, Raina demanded payment of some kind, generally in the form of blood or sex. Anita hadn’t used the power to heal a woman before, and was concerned that her lack of attraction to the same sex might block the process, but typically Raina wasn’t so picky, plus Willow liked women as well, so hopefully it would be enough.

Spike tried to stop her at first when he saw her tugging Willow’s hospital gown down just past her breasts. “What are you doing, you daft bint?! You want her to catch cold as well?” He started to yank the fabric back in place to keep her modesty intact. He knew Willow would not appreciate a room full of veritable strangers staring at her naked flesh.

Anita shot him a dark scowl. “Look, pal, if you think this is fun for me, think again. I’m just trying to help your girlfriend here, and I’d appreciate it if you would get out of the way.”

“I don’t bloody think so. Dark mojo is what got her into this mess in the first place,” he replied, clinging to the redhead more possessively.

“A little help here, guys, before I have to shoot him or something,” Anita sighed with exasperation. Jason and Jean-Claude moved forward to pull Spike back so she could continue.

Jason, holding the frantic vampire with a firm hand on his shoulder, leaned closer so he could explain without distracting Anita. “She’s going to try to help her, but skin to skin contact is essential for it to work. Just try to stay calm, big guy, Anita knows what she’s doing.” Spike looked more than a little bit doubtful, but he no longer tried to interfere.

Hopping up onto the bed to straddle the small redhead, Anita was reminded of the first time she had called up Raina’s munin to heal. It had been Nathaniel then, with his long auburn hair, a few shades darker than Willow’s. He had also been lying in a hospital bed, and closing her eyes, she was almost able to picture that it was him beneath her.

Slowly stroking her hands through Willow’s soft hair, she lowered her face so she could take in her scent. The familiar musky fragrance of the weres was missing, but there was something almost spicy. It was the smell of magic. Slightly intoxicating, she could feel the faint power lying dormant and it called to her. It brought forth Raina like a warm wave washing over her. A bright bubbling laughter rolled out of her throat, and a vicious grin split her face.

Jason felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and his skin start to crawl. He hated it when Raina came out. He had too many horrible memories of all the things she had done to him while she was still alive. But, at times she could be useful, and if she had the power to heal Willow, any amount of discomfort was worth it.

Anita let Raina take control, sliding her face down the hollow of Willow’s throat and farther until it was buried between her pert breasts. Then, turning her head to the side, she took one pink nipple in her mouth and bit it, hard.

Willow’s power flared to life, but unlike before with her connection to Richard, her power did not mix with Raina’s, it rejected her. In fact, the force of that repulsion was enough to throw Anita off onto the floor.

Anita rose quickly. Raina was still controlling her, and her rage at losing her prize was clouding out everything else. If she couldn’t have sex, then it would be blood. But the moment she tried to get close again, Raina’s destructive nature clashed with the life-affirming force of Willow and sent her flying again, this time all the way across the room.

Raina was livid, and wanting to kill someone. Unfortunately, at that moment a duty nurse, who had likely come to investigate the racket, walked through the door. In a flash Anita was on her, biting and tearing at her throat. The nurse tried to scream, but Raina clamped one strong hand over the woman’s mouth. She was having far too much fun satisfying her blood lust with the terrified nurse, savoring the hot liquid that was flooding her mouth and turning the woman’s white uniform crimson. Before she had the opportunity to revel in the thrill of making a kill, however, Jean-Claude and Jason pulled Anita away and held her down on the floor until the munin had passed and Raina left, somewhat disappointed, but satisfied with the blood she had spilled.

The nurse staggered, her hand pressing against her throat, trying to slow the bleeding that could only come from a punctured artery. It was as if she had stumbled into a nightmare. The crazy woman on the floor struggled to get up and finish what she had started. Others in the room watched her bleed with almost a hunger. Without realizing it, she had backed herself against the bed, her arm brushing against the patient she had come to check on.

The instant their flesh touched, a hot flow of power poured over her with stifling intensity. The woman became even more terrified and tried to move away, but before she could, the petite redhead who was supposedly in a coma reached out and grabbed her.

Turning horrified eyes on the girl, she saw that she was partially naked, a sight that normally would have shocked her, but at the moment hadn’t mattered in the slightest. All she wanted was to escape, to find help, and to stop her bleeding, but the hand on her arm held her in an iron grip.

The others watched, fascinated, as Willow slowly pulled the woman down to her. She was seemingly still unconscious as if her body was acting of its own will, but the moment Willow leaned up, her lips gently covering the woman’s wound, her eyes shot open, and there was some recognition there.

Unlike Richard, this woman had no supernatural power of her own, but she didn’t need any. Willow felt the power of the earth, the night, and all the creatures in it. She drew that power into herself and poured it back out into the shaking woman was was holding. The energy flowed through her like something tangible, thick, sticky, and oddly sensual. As it passed through her, she felt herself begin to heal as well. The pounding pain in her head was gone, and her clouded thoughts became clear again.

The moment she released the shaken woman, the nurse collapsed to the floor. Her wound was healed, but emotionally she was still in shock. No amount of magic healing could make right what she had just experienced. She rose to her feet shakily, and headed for the door, but Asher stopped her before she reached it.

In her panic, she made the mistake that many people did, and met his gaze. Suddenly her face went slack and the fear was gone as Asher bespelled her. The golden-haired vampire leaned forward and whispered in her ear, then brushed a soft kiss on her cheek. The nurse blushed prettily, and actually giggled before leaving the room without another word.

“Whatever did you tell her, mon ami?” Jean-Claude asked.

“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” he said with a sly smile, then turned his attention toward Willow. Spike was already at her side, kissing her cheek and crying again. She looked like a goddess, her flame colored hair a wild mass around her head, and blood covering her lips and breasts. “Are you feeling well, petite sorciere?” he added a little huskily.

The redhead saw his gaze linger on her bare breasts and blushed, suddenly realizing she was naked and covering herself. “Umm, yeah. What happened?”

To be continued…
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