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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 turned out that the urgent phone call Anita needed to make was to a Mr.Ted Forrester, although Willow got the distinct impressthatthat wasn’t his real name. He was an unimposing figure from first glance, average height, average looks, blond hair, blue eyes, and thirty-something. His clothes were not flashy; in fact to look at him he was rather plain. He was the kind of man that could fade into the background and never be noticed. Considering his association with Anita and the cold emotionless look in his eyes, Willow was willing to bet that his ability to blend was part of what made him so dangerous.

She wasn’t sure what kind of help he could offer against an apocalypse, he didn’t give off any sort of supernatural vibe, but if Anita was sure he could be of some use, Willow would trust her judgment. Slayers were good at planning the tactical stuff, and whatever else Anita was, she was also a slayer at heart. They needed to work together as a team. Besides, after everything that had happened over the last few dayhe rhe redhead was reluctant to think too much about Anita and Spike doing whatever it was they had done. Focusing on the goal ahead of them seemed to help distract her some. She wasn’t jealous, or at least, she shouldn’t be, but every time Willow thought about those two together, she got a sick feeling in her stomach and the nagging desire to learn what Anita would look like if she were turned inside out.

Anita walked up to her old friend, Edward, with a tired smile. She didn’t try to hug him or even shake his hand. Theirs was a friendship built on countless situations of risking their lives together, but she never forgot who this man was. He was a killer, an assassin of the highest caliber, specializing in non-human targets. He didn’t kill for the money, although assuredly he was paid quite nicely for his work, but he killed for the challenge, the pleasure of it.

The truth was she really didn’t know much about the man standing in front of her; who he really was, where he came from. Anita had a hard time picturing him as a child with a family, going to school with other little kids. It was easier to believe that he had simply hatched out of a pod somewhere ready to slaughter with the cold precision that only a true sociopath could muster. It was easier than accepting he had once been a normal, sweet child that something terrible had twisted into a butcher.

Edward, or Ted when he was going by his alias, although she knew neither were his real name, was the face Anita saw in her darkest nightmares. Not that she feared him harming her, she feared becoming him. Every time she killed it became a little easier, like tiny bits of her soul, her humanity, were slipping away. More and more she wondered about Edward and whether she would like his world of emotional detachment when she finally crossed the line one too many times.

“Thank you for coming so quickly, Ted. I didn’t expect you to get here so fast.” Anita smiled again.

“I was already in the area. I heard about the zombie situation and figured there might be something interesting going on.” While he s his his eyes scanned the other two occupants of the room, sizing them up.

Spike had been standing, sulking in the corner, his gaze constantly flicking back to Willow. She was sitting alone on the couch ignoring him. He knew he had handled things with her badly, but he couldn’t help it. Where love was concerned he had always been a bit of a fool. He wanted to make her see what a good man he could really be, that if she would just let him love her he would never hurt her again. Then he would remember the sight of her in Asher’s bed, and his notions of love were instantly replaced with visions of tearing her throat out.

The blonde vampire was so consumed by his thoughts that he barely noticed Anita and the man beside her, that is until he felt Ted’s appraising gaze light on him and quickly move on to Willow as if dismissing any possibility of threat. Seriously offended at the implication, Spike bristled, looking for a fight.

“I’ve killed two slayers, you know. Scourge of Europe here. It’s not polite to just assume a fellow’s not dangerous,” he ground out through pursed lips, adding in a muttered tone, “Walking blood bag.”

Ted gave him a second, longer look, noticing the way the redheaded girl rolled her eyes at the vampire’s little outburst. He didn’t know what her story was yet, but he would soon find out.

After a second assessment of the seething monster, he gave a litthakehake of his head and smiled coldly. “No, I think I was right the first time around.” His voice was even as he said it, but there was challenge in his eyes that said, ‘Prove me wrong if you think you can.’

It was all the excuse Spike needed to launch himself over the couch at the smiling man. He had the advantage of vampire strength and speed, but Edward, Ted, hadn’t earned the title “Death” among the monster community for nothing. It was rare that he let a creature get so up close and personal before he killed them, but they were about to go into battle and as distracted as this love-sick pup was, he would only be a liability if permitted to live.

As Edward let a silver plated blade drop down his sleeve and into his hand, he allowed his body to roll with the attack, shoving the blade up between Spike’s ribs. He had been aiming a bit higher, intent on cutting Spike’s heart out, but at the last moment some force seemed to have moved his hand lower.

Edward was ready to strike again when he felt his entire body go stiff. A man who was always very much in control, he mentally kicked himself for underestimating the redhead that was now standing over the pair of them looking at him with frighteningly black eyes.

Willow didn’t say a word as she pulled Spike away from him, checking his injuries, relieved to see it wasn’t as serious as she had feared. Removing the knife from his torso with a slight sucking sound, she used it to cut his black T-shirt down the middle, pulling it out of the way to reveal a long nasty gash ending in a deep puncture wound marring his perfect chest. Blood began to soak his clothes and pool in his bellybutton as she watched in horror. The redhead looked over at Ted with something akin to hatred. Spike may have started it, but this man was clearly a professional, he should have avoided a confrontation.

Edward watched with a mixture of fascination and unease as the girl tended to the vampire’s wounds. For the life of him he would never understand why mortals were attracted to monsters, although clearly this girl was more than meets the eye. It was rare that he was wrong, but perhaps she wasn’t human at all.

Edward hated being left frozen and vulnerable on the floor, but his chance for revenge would come, after the battle was over. There was no point in removing her from the equation until then, when clearly she could be useful in a fight. But, he would be a fool not to eliminate her once it was over, a woman scorned and all that.

Anita crouched down beside the rigid man, trying to hide her smile. “Gee, Edward, you must be slipping. It’s not like you to misjudge a situation like that. Who am I going to look up to now?” The look in his eyes said he was not amused. She muffled a chuckle against her shoulder as she looked back at the angry witch administering first aid behind her. “So, Willow, are you going to leave him frozen like this forever are are you going to let him up?”

“After he tried to kill Spike?” Willow asked incredulously.

“Oh, come on, Ted was just defending himself. Besides, he won’t be of any use to us glued to the floor and right now we have bigger fish to fry than dealing with this petty bullshit,” Anita answered reasonably.

“Fine, but he better behave himself.” With a muttered word Edward was released from his confinement.

Immediately he sprung to his feet and pulled a gun from under his jacket. When he spoke his words were calm, as if he hadn’t just been stuck to the floor by supernatural forces, but his cold eyes had a look of warning to them. “I won’t waste time with idle threats, miss. Let me just say that you are the first person to catch me off guard in more years than I can count, and I assure you it will not happen again.”

Willow glanced at him briefly, and immediately dismissed him as a danger to her. It was done intentionally to irk him. While he may not be the emotional time-bomb that Spike was, he was a man and men did not like it when they weren’t taken seriously. She didn’t doubt how deadly he was and she certainly wouldn’t be letting her guard down around him, but after the way he had taunted Spike, she thought he deserved a taste of his own medicine.

Willow looked at Anita then, ignoring Ted completely. “Jean-Claude and the others should be awake soon. I’d like to be alone with Spike until then.”

Anita nodded, leading Edward out of the room. So many things had gone wrong between her and Willow recentlye hae had hurt the other woman, accused her of things she hadn’t done, doubted her after she had healed Asher, and more. She would never be able to make up for such betrayals, but still she had to try. She truly hoped the redhead and her vampire would finally make up. It was clear they had strong feelings for each other. And while they had their few minutes alone, she would work on convincing Edward not to kill the two of them as soon as he got the chance. She hadn’t missed the look in his eyes when Willow released him from her spell.

Something was different about the man since the last time they had met. He had lost his edge maybe. Last she had heard his alter ego, Ted, was planning on marrying a widow whd twd two children. She had tried to talk him out of it at the time, convinced that he had no feelings for this woman but was just wanting her to play a role in the little fantasy world he had built around himself, where he wasn’t Edward, contract killer, but Ted, family man and all around normal guy. She was more than a bit surprised to realize that he really did care, the first real emotion she had ever recognized in him.

“How are Donna and the kids?” she asked carefully, studying his face.

His eyes looked lost for a minute, and then he answered her. “Ted and Donna are expecting a baby in January.”

Anita was always thrown when he referred to himself in the third person, like he didn’t realize that HE was Ted. This bit of news did shed light on why he was so off his game though. Edward as a father, now there was a scary thought. “I didn’t realize, umm, congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“Maybe you should go back home, Edward. We’re walking into a blood bath here. There’s od cod chance that none of us are going to survive. Donna and the kids need you.”

“According to what you told me earlier, without my help, everyone might die, that includes Ted’s family. I can’t let that happen.”

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Willow was bent over Spike, cursing under her breath. How was it that this stupid vampire kept letting himself get hurt? At least it wasn’t as bad as the last time. A vision of Spike lying on the clinic table with his chest pieced back together flashed in her memory and she swore again, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

She tried to let her power flow out from her to heal him, but like the last time he blocked her. She knew he was not in any real danger, but still it upset her that he wouldn’t let her help him. “Damn it, Spike, stop being so stubborn!”

“Me?! I’m the stubborn one?! You’re the one who keeps resisting me,” he sputtered back, blood coating his lips. Ted must have punctured a lung. Luckily Spike didn’t breathe.

“I’m the one resisting you? Yeah right!” she said, bunching up the remains of his shirt and applying pressure to his wound to slow the bleeding. “You’re the one who freaked and then split when you found out about the binding spell. I was beginning to not even care about the stupid spell anymore. I was starting to think I…” Willow trailed off then, unable to finish with sobs closing her throat.

Spike went very still, afraid to ask what she had been trying to say. “Starting to think you, what?” he managed to whisper, more blood bubbling up from his mouth.

It took Willow a few moments to calm her crying enough to speak, sobs turning into a small hiccupping sound. “Loved you. I was starting to think I loved you, you dumb jerk.”

The blonde vampire could have sworn that his dead heart lurched in his chest with joy. She was falling in love with him? But so much had happened since then. They both hut eut each other to the quick. Was it possible to pick up the pieces and go on at this point? He fixed a piercing gaze on her, stormy blue eyes meeting her puffy, red-rimmed green ones.

“And now?” he asked.

She dropped her eyes from his, afraid he was just going to hurt her again. “Now I…I know I do.”

Her face still turned away from him, she steeled herself against his laughter, his refusal of her feelings, but it didn’t come. Instead, she felt his hand bury itself in her hair and pull her down for a bruising kiss, his blood turning her lips a dark crimson as he ravaged her mouth.

Her power began to flow through them, the wound on his chest neatly stitching itself back together. The two of them barely noticed though as Spike rolled them over, pinning the redhead to the floor. When he pulled back from her, he held her hands above her head, a wild, almost feral look in his eyes. Willow shivered with a mixture of desire and fear lookin him him, blood dripping down his chin and a single-minded determination in his eyes.

“From this moment on you are mine, Willow. I will not share you with another man, not for any reason. If you defy me in this it WILL cost you your life,” he said, his tone deadly. “Do you understand?”

She nodded. “That goes for you too, buster.”

With a masculine chuckle he rubbed his jean-clad erection between her legs. “You don’t want any other women to have me?” he asked mockingly.

“No,” she growled back, the rocking of his hips driving her insane with need.

“Good.”

With that one word, he reached a hand down and freed his cock from its confines, while holding her in place with the other. Pushing up her long skirt, he tore away her panties and thrust into her fully, his heightened emotional state bringing his demon visage forward.

Spike buried his fangs in her throat as he pounded into her. His actions were brutal and full of need as he claimed her as his own. It was all Willow could do to not pass out as he drank from her greedily.

There was a panicked moment when it occurred to her that he was taking too much blood and may very well be planning to turn her. However, when the frantic thrusting of his hips against hers brought her to the edge, she no longer cared if she died, so long as they were still together. As the rapture took hold of her, she felt herself slipping into oblivion and had a brief shining moment of wonder that death could be so beautiful.

Spike was beyond control. After everything that had happened, the need to possess this woman fully drove him to a frenzied state of lunacy. He could feel her life draining away as her hot blood spilled down his throat, spicy and intoxicating. His flesh continued to pound into hers, and he knew he could never let her go, never be able to just stand by and watch as she grew old and died. The feeling of her beginning to struggle beneath him as the end neared finally pushed him over the edge. Spilling his cold seed into her, he knew she would be his for eternity.

As Willow’s body went limp, he bit into his wrist and held it to her lips. Rubbing her throat to help her swallow, he smiled as her mouth suckled the wound. No mere minion for him, she would be a proper childe, and he would love her, even without her soul.

Without her soul? As her last dying breath left her, the sheer magnitude of the situation hit him. “Christ, what have I done?”

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