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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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“Where the hell have you been?!” Spike asked, nearly frantic, when Anita and Willow finally arrived back at the Circus. “Jean-Claude has been trying to call you for more than an hour. He was just getting ready to head over to your place to make sureone one had tried to kill you again. Why didn’t you answer your bleedin’ phone?!”

Anita pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and swore under her breath. “I guess I forgot to charge it again. We must not have heard the one in the kitchen.”

Spike arched a suspicious brow at both of them. “Why wouldn’t you hear the phone?” Then, turning his full attention on Willow, he added, “Why is your hair wet? And I know that isn’t the shirt you left here in.”

“I…umm…I got blood on the other one, so I borrowed this one from Anita, after I had a shower,” Willow replied softly, unable to meet his gaze for fear he would see how guilty she was feeling. At least they had stopped on the way back to drop Jason off at Jean-Claude’s strip club so he wouldn’t be late for worke die didn’t think she could face Spike with Jason standing next to her after what they had done.

Spike became more panicked and began checking the girl over for injuries. “Blood?! What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m ,” W,” Willow replied, shaking him off and patting his arm reassuringly. “I don’t really want to talk about it though.” Then, in a valiant attempt to change the subject, she added, “Why was Jean-Claude trying to call us? Was there a problem?”

Spike gave her a hard stare. He knew she was hiding something from. Om. Obviously something he was not going to like when he found out. It took him a moment to realize that the redhead had actually asked him a question. “Umm, I don’t know. He was looking for you, Anita. Something about the council calling?”

“Oh shit!” Anita swore, and took off running to find Jean-Claude.

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By the time Willow and Spike caught up with the short brunette, she, Jean-Claude, and Asher were in some sort of heated debate.

“Non, ma petite, we cannot refuse them,” Jean-Claude was shaking his head in frustration.

With her hands on her hips, the small woman was clearly determined to press the issue. “Don’t be ridiculous. When ANY master vampire wants to enter your territory, they have to negotiate months in advance, and now you’re telling me that you are going to let half the fucking council just waltz right in here?! How is that going to solve anything?!”

“Please, mon ami,” the dark-haired vampire turned his attention to Asher, “…perhaps you can make her understand, for I cannot.”

Asher moved forward, pinning Anita with a stern look. “We are no happier about this matter than you are, but Jean-Claude is correct. In a situation such as this we must put all other issues aside.”

“Umm, excuse me…” Willow interrupted, drawing all eyes to her. “Does someone want to tell us what’s going on here?”

Asher gave her an appraising look, trying to decide how much information should be shared. Glancing over at Jean-Claude, he saw his long time companion give a slight nod. Shrugging his shoulders in return, he answered her. “A few members of the vampire council have contacted us, and are on their way here.”

“Umm, okay. Why?” she asked, still confused.

“The Sweet Mother, she is awake,” Asher replied, watching the girl visibly flinch and turn a sickly shade of grey.

Spike immediately forgot about any of his suspicions, and moved up behind the small redhead as her knees began to give out. He cradled her in his arms while she shook, burying her head in his shoulder. “How do you know?” he asked the assembled group.

Jean-Claude saw the look of longing Asher swept over the pair embracing by the doorway, and with a sigh stepped forward. “It is said in our legends that the Mother of All Darkness brings with her a sea of death. Since Willow fell ill, there are already eight hundred dead in France and England, and thousands more that have fallen into a coma like that of our te ste sorciere, here,” he replied, indicating Willow who suddenly let out a low shuddering moan. “The council members have requested asylum here until the matter can be adequately dealt with.”

“Yeah, and I say FUCK that,” Anita growled. “If Mommy Dearest is on her way here, then the last thing we need is a bunch of psycho sadistic master vampires messing with our heads and likely trying to kill us while we prepare to fight her.”

“Anita, try to be reasonable,” Jean-Claude said, gently but firmly taking her arm and turning her to face him. It was rare that he used her given name rather than his pet name for her, and it had gained her full attention. “I understand your misgivings, but Belle Morte has already, how do you say, drawn a line in the sand. Others of the council have united with her on the side of thek Mok Mother. We need ale ale allies we can get if we are to survive.”

Anita swallowed hard. Belle Morte was le sourdre de sang for Jean-Claude and Asher’s bloodline. A powerful master vampire, she had not taken kindly to two of her line choosing St. Louis and Anita over her. If Belle Morte had sided with the Dark Bitch, perhaps they did need the support of other council members. “All right, hypothetically speaking, who’s coming then?”

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“It’s all my fault,” Willow said, pacing back and forth by the foot of the bed while Spike watched with a perplexed expression.

“How is this YOUR fault?”

“Because, I woke her up! All those people died because of ME!”

“Don’t be daft. You had nothing to do with that,” Spike said, rising to comfort her.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!!” Willow screamed, dodging away from him. “It’s not safe! Ever since I got here I’ve become some kind of F! Su! Sure, my touch can heal, but look how many more people are dying because of me!”

“You’re not making sense, luv. You’re just upset. None of this is your fault.” He tried moving toward her again, but still she backed away from him.

“No, Spike, you don’t understand. It IS my fault. I don’t belong here. Giles tried to warn me that opening a portal to this world was too dangerous, but I didn’t listen. Now my presence here has caused an apocalypse!”

Spike looked at the floor, his brow furrowed with an expression of pain. “What you mean to say, pet, is that it’s MY fault. You never would have come here if it wasn’t for me.”

“Oh, god, Spike, that’s not what I meant.”

“But it’s the truth though. Right?” He fixed her with a piercing look.

“No, that’s NOT what I meant,” she repeated. “I don’t regret finding you. It’s just that everything is so out of control with you and the binding spell, and my powers, and now this too. It’s just too much.”

For a moment he just stared at her, trying to fully understand what she was raving about. “What bindspelspell?”

Willow looked away from him, unable to meet his eyes. This was not how she wanted to tell him, but he had to know eventually and she had already put it off for too long. “The binding spell I used to bring you back.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Jean-Claude said that to bring you back you would need to reestablish your bond with your master, which I assumed meant your sire. But of course it’s not like I had easy access to Angel, what with him being in another world and all. Then again, maybe I should say Drusilla. I never did figure out which one of them sired you, but either way, neither of them were here, so I sort of did a spell binding you to me instead…” Willow looked up at him as her rambling trailed off, afraid of what she would see.

“Bloody hell, woman, what have you done?” Spike asked her with a growl.

She figured he wouldn’t take the news well, but at the same time she could feel her anger rising at his accusatory tone. “I did what I had to. You would have died.”

“All I needed was blood! I’m not like the vamps here. You have to undo it!” he hollered at her.

“How was I supposed to know?! And don’t you yell at me,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “It’s too late now. The binding is permanent. If I try to undo it, it would probably kill both of us.” She looked at him with a mix of anger and regret. Once again she had screwed up royally she realized.

“That’s just perfect,” he sneered at her. “What is it with you bloody women that you always have to take a vamp’s dignity from him, huh? Well, I hope you’re happy, now that you have your very own pet vampire!”

“Look, you big jerk, I thought you were going to DIE. I’m sorry if I thought SAVING YOU was more important!”

Spike lowered his eyes to the floor, his emotions raging out of control. It was obvious that Willow had tht sht she was doing the right thing, but a binding spell? Being tied to a witch as powerful as her, he knew his will couldn’t contend with such strong magics. He thought of all the time they had spent together recently, hours spent holding her, making love to her. Was any of it real?

“Is that why I love you, because of some spell?” he asked softly, unable to look at her. “Is that why you were with me?”

“I…I don’t know,” Willow replied truthfully, the words catching in her throat as fat tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Spike gave her a look that was so cold, so full of pain, that it made her gasp. Then, without a word, he left, not even looking back as she collapsed to the floor sobbing.

To be continued…
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