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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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“I want to learn how to use my new powers,” Willow informed Anita the morning after the incident at the hospital.

The redhead was tired of feeling out of control. It was time to take charge of her life, and if there was one person who knew about taking control of a situation, it was Anita. Willow had been mighty impressed the day before with the way she handled the religious fanatic at the hospital, not to mention grateful when she also handled the police who had arrived tly tly after that. Due to some fast talking on Anita’s part, not only had they not pressed charges against Willow for assault with a deadly weapon, but they also arrested John Q. Crazy for attempted murder. Anita seemed doubtful the charges would stick, but it was something at least.

Anita was pulled from her quiet contemplation by Willow’s question and looked up from her cup of coffee to meet concerned green eyes with her own tired brown ones. It seemed like ever since Jean-Claude’s ‘house guests’ had arrived she hadn’t had a decent hour’s sleep. Then again, considering the dreams that Willow had been having, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. “Okay, how can I help?” she asked.

“Well, Marianne said you had some experience with this type of healing,” Willow said, as she moved about the kitchen, making herself a cup of tea. “How did it work with you?”

“I think what I go through with Raina is a little different. You’re not channeling a spirit of the dead. From what Marianne says, your power comes from the earth. I think the practicing part would work the same though. With Raina, the hardest part was learning not to fight her and to try to find some compromise. Which wasn’t easy, believe me; she still is the biggest bitch I’ve ever met.”

“Then how’d you do it?”

“A little at a time. I started by just letting her out for short periods to get used to communicating with her. Then we moved on to using her powers. A member of the local werewolf pack would let me cut them, just a small cut,” she added at Willow’s shocked expression, “Then, Raina would come out to play, and in exchange for healing him, she would get a little of his blood, or something, umm, more intimate.” Anita blushed, and internally cursed herself for still getting embarrassed.

The redhead looked stunned. “How…Why would anyone volunteer to help you with that?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised. In fact, the alphas of the pack fought over which ones would get to help me with it.”

“And you… you know… with all of them?”

“Hell no! I didn’t FUCK any of them. Screwed around a little maybe, but Marianne was always there to help keep things under control.”

Willow seemed to consider this for a minute. “Would you supervise my training?”

“Yes,” Anita answered without hesitation. The dark-haired woman wasn’t exactly thrilled by the prospect, but she remembered what it was like going through a similar hell. Without Marianne's help, she knew she wouldn't have made it. Passing that kindness onto Willow was the least she could do.

“Good. Thank you,” Willow sighed with relief. “Now the bigger question: who do I get to help with the other part?”

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Jason felt giddy, like the night before Christmas type giddy. When Anita had asked him if he would like to help Willow learn to hone her new powers, he jumped at the chance. He wasn’t worried about the cutting part. Like most werewolves, he had a high threshold to pain, and trusted Anita not to let him get seriously injured. Besides, even if their experiment didn’t work, he would heal quickly on his own. From what little he understood about Willow’s power, the experience should be well worth the effort.

Much to Spike’s consternation, Anita decided to conduct the first session at her house on the edge of town. Willow hadn’t wanted the blonde vampire to know what it was they were doing, and given his persistent presence, Anita thought it might be easier to avoid him if they left the Circus altogether. Besides, she wasn’t comfortable unleashing unknown magic at the Circus during the day while Jean-Claude and the other vampires were sleeping helplessly.

Willow had tried to think of some excuse to tell Spike so he wouldn’t cause a scene when she left. She was a terrible liar. In the end she told him that after everything that had happened; she wanted to spend some time in the sun, going for a walk in the woods by Anita’s place. She instantly regretted it though when she saw the hurt look in his eyes.

Spike knew there were many things he and Willow would never be able to share and that in reality their time together would be far too short, but it hurt to be reminded of it. He wanted to experience the sun with her, to watch the way it would make her skin glow, but that was something they could never have together. He kissed her softly, and gave her a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. She deserved the sunlight and he wanted her to have it.

The pain Willow saw in his eyes made her heart hurt. It didn’t matter anymore if her feelings were caused by some spell. A part of her wanted to stay there with him always. She wanted to take that suffering from his eyes and replace it with joy. Still, this was something she needed to do. If she didn’t get her powers under control, there was no telling what might happen later.

She had considered asking Spike to help her with her training, but after talking it over with Anita, she decided that Jason was a better candidate. The wolf hadn’t set off her powers so far when she touched him, so it would be like working with a blank slate, assuming her power affected him at all. Plus, her relationship with the blonde vampire was complicated enough already. Standing on tiptoes, she kissed Spike back, a bit more passionately, trying to let him know without words how she was feeling.

Tongues caressing, teeth lightly nibbling and tugging at lips, she sighed, as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, lifting her off the ground.

“Jeeze, maybe you two should get a room,” Jason teased, coming up behind the entwined pair.

“Again with the timing,” Willow said, coming up for air.

Jason looked sheepish as Spike glared at him. “Sorry, but Anita is ready to go.”

Willow gave him another quick peck on the cheek and a slight smile, and then followed Jason down the hall and away from the vampire who loved her.

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Anita’s house was nice. Not too lavish, but it was obvious, based on the color scheme alone, that Jean-Claude had played a role in the decorating. Although, Willow had a hard time paying attention to the décor because she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the group of naked men and women lounging around. She felt her face turn scarlet as she did her best to study the carpet. She could even feel the tops of her ears burning.

Noticing Willow’s discomfort, Anita sighed. She had become far too accustomed to this type of behavior, and sometimes forgot how embarrassed she used to be around nudity. “Hey, guys, I told you we were going to have company over today.”

A long, lean man with spiky blue hair and wearing only a nipple ring, looked up at her from where he was stretched out on the floor in front of the TV, with a confused expression. “We cleaned the house,” he said, giving Willow a glimpse of small cat-like teeth. A girl with short blonde hair, leaning up against him, also naked, nodded in agreement.

“Actually, Zane, I was hoping you all would have put some clothes on,” she replied. Then, noticing their looks of disappointment, added, “But the house looks good too.”

The group gave a few groans of frustration, but they did as she asked and went to find some clothes. It was a wonder to Willow that Anita could ever concentrate on anything with that horde around.

“I’m not running a brothel here or anything. Weres just don’t seem to be bothered much by nudity,” Anita said by way of explanation. “You get used to it.”

Anita decided to practice in the basement. It would give them a bit more privacy, plus she had just replaced the carpet in the living room from the last shoot-out that had happened there and didn’t want to get blood on the carpet again. When Willow had given her a quizzical expression at this, Anita shrugged and told her it was a long story followed by a look that clearly said she didn’t want to talk about it. The redhead gave her another questioning look when she saw three coffins in the basement, but Anita assured her they were empty. She kept them in case the need arose, but for today, it would just be the three of them.

After she had been meditating for almost an hour, Willow knew that it was now or never. With grim determination, she watched Anita take out a frighteningly sharp blade from a sheath strapped to her thigh beneath her skirt. Jason had stripped down to a pair of sky blue running shorts that perfectly matched his eyes. He had claimed that he didn’t want to get blood on any of his clothes, but Willow suspected he just liked to see her blush. Stains or not, she was NOT taking off her clothes.

“Okay,” Anita said seriously, “Let’s get started. Why don’t you try touching him without cutting him first to see if anything happens?”

Jason ducked his head to the side, looking up at her with a coy smile as he reached his hand out to her.

“Flirt,” she said, taking his warm fingers in hers. They were almost hot to the touch, but that was all. There was no magic there. She looked at Anita, and shook her head.

The dark-haired woman nodded, and as previously discussed, began by giving the blonde man a good sized nick on one finger. Blood began to well up from the cut, dripping onto the concrete floor. Again Willow touched him, but still nothing happened. Jason stuck the finger in his mouth, sucking the blood away in a manner that was intentionally erotic.

“All right, so a little wound won’t do it. Should we try a bigger one?” Anita asked, looking first at Jason and then at Willow.

“I’m game,” Jason said with a smile, pulling the finger out of his mouth to reveal that it had already begun to heal.

Willow didn’t look so sure, but nodded. This time, however, Jason took hold of the knife, and with an expression bordering on a leer, dragged the blade across his chest with a hiss, leaving a deep gash in its wake.

“NO!” Willow exclaimed, moving to stop him, horrified that he would hurt himself so badly. The moment her hand grabbed his arm, the power flowed over them.

Willow suddenly felt stifled, hot, and regretted not stripping off some of her own clothing. Jason gasped with the contact, as she moved in closer to him, drawn to the shining red liquid flowing across his chest. She could smell his magic beginning to flow as well, and the scent of the woods and the wolf within him struck her almost like a physical blow.

Pushing herself hard against his body, the redhead could feel his erection pressing firmly against her hip as her lips sought out his in a searing kiss. Power coursed between them, fueling their passion. Willow buried her fists in his short butter colored locks, wanting to devour him.

Anita watched from a safe distance, feeling uncomfortably like a voyeur. She felt her ardeur rise hours early as she watched them. It had been difficult for her when she took the third mark that bound her to her vampire lover. It had given her incredible new power, healing, strength, and more. But, it had also brought her his curse, his hunger for sexual energy, his ardeur. In the beginning it had been as impossible to control as Raina’s spirit, driving her to an almost constant need for sexual contact to sate her carnal appetites. Over time, however, she had learned how to feed her hunger off the energy of others, much like Jean-Claude. Now, she spent a little time each evening at his strip club, feasting off the lust of others, and was content to no longer have embarrassing incidents of trying to mount people in public. Watching the two in front of her go at it, she realized she might not even need to stop by the club tonight, as the waves of their sexual energy rolled off them and into her.

Only vaguely aware of the world around her, Willow barely noticed when her shirt seemingly vanished with a ripping sound, quickly followed by her bra. Her nipples were rigid with her arousal as they pressed against the blood-slicked surface of Jason’s chest. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers pressed into her ass, pulling her tighter against his straining cock. He slowly mover aer across the room to lean her against the wall, increasing their pressure and grinding his hard body against her soft one.

Willow reached her hand down between their bodies, gripping his arousal through the straining fabric of his shorts. Jason gave a feral growl, and pumped himself against her hand as he fumbled, trying to find the opening to her jeans.

Anita felt almost as if she was caught in a trance watching them. However, the moment she saw them trying to rip each other’s pants off, she knew she had let things go too far. “STOP!!!” she yelled, but they didn’t seem to hear her. Finally she grabbed the shoe off her foot and chucked it at Jason’s head.

“Ow!” he said, rubbing the spot where it had made contact. He looked at her with lust filled, slightly dazed eyes.

“Jason, get away from her, NOW,” Anita said calmly, but firmly.

He looked back at Willow panting heavily with a mix of desire and confusion. Reluctantly he pulled away, stroking the healed flesh on his chest that was still tingling from their contact. Willow collapsed to the ground, pulling her knees tight against her chest and began to cry.

“I…I’m sorry,” he said softly. Then, getting on his knees so he could meet her eyes, added, “Willow I am REALLY sorry.”

She smiled at him weakly, brushing away her tears with the back of her hand. “Don’t be. I just…just hate losing control I guess. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to start again, if you’re still willing.”

Was he still willing? Could he stand being that close to her again and not having her fully? The pain in his groin at not having satisfaction told him no, but the look of desperation in her eyes made him think differently. If it would help her in the end, he could handle a little torment. Besides, as torture went, it wasn’t too bad.

“Yeah,” he answered, still a little breathy, “I’m willing.”

To be continued…
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