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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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Jean-Claude entered the bedroom Spike and Willow were now apparently sharing with such quiet, graceful movements that Spike in his exhausted state didn’t even stir. However, the moment Anita came barging in behind him like a small storm, his eyes flew open and he moved in front of Willow protectively.

Jean-Claude raised his hand in a pacifying manner. “I came to speak with you, mon ami; I have no wish to harm you or your mate.”

“What do you want?” Spike asked suspiciously.

“Asher has informed me that this was Willow’s third bite and that in three nights hence she will rise again.”

Spike tried to look nonchalant, unsure what erenerence the number of bites would make, but he still didn’t move away from the tiny redhead. “Yeah, what of it?”

“Your timing is not so good I think, but nonetheless we wish to offer our assistance.”

“What kind of assistance?”

“We know that the hunger can be fierce when one of our kind first wakes. We can provide some animals for her to take the edge off with. I know it does not keep with the old ways, but in this new age where our kind is welcomed among mortal men, hunting is frowned upon.” There was an edge of warning to Jean-Claude’s voice making clear that teaching the girl to kill in his territory would not be tolerated.

“Right, animals, umm, okay. Thanks mate. Now bugger off so I can get some shut eye.”

Anita stepped forward then. She hadn’t said a word the entire time, whwas was amazing in Spike’s opinion since she typically had a comment for every situation, especially when she was angry, and she looked pretty pissed now.

“You have something you want to add?” he asked her.

“I just want to know that this was her choice.”

“I didn’t hear any objections,” Spike said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Then let me see her throat.”

“Why?”

“Because if she was willing then there wouldn’t be as much damage,” she said reasonably.

Spike didn’t like it. There had been a great deal of tearing during his last bite, given the intensity of the situation, but it had already healed a great deal, so it might not be too noticeable. Still, Anita was a vampire slayer, and according to rumor around the Circus, she was very good at her job. Spike didn’t want her to have any excuse to come after him or his mate. “Maybe you could just come back and ask her when she rises,” he offered.

“Just a quick peek. I promise not to wake her,” Anita replied sarcastically.

He wasn’t happy about it, but really didn’t see any way out, so he moved aside. Anita and Jean-Claude stepped up, and peered down at the lifeless girl on the bed.

Anita gently turned Willow’s head to the side, but the moment she did, the dark-haired girl yanked her hand back as unbelievable power raced up her arm. Typically she could sense magical auras before she touched a person, especially one so strong, but in this case it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, as if Willow’s body was teeming with life despite the fact that she was dead. It was pulsing through her so intensely that when Anita brushed her fingers against her again, she expected her skin to be hot to the touch, but the redhead was as cold as any corpse. Quite the enigma this girl was, both in life and now in death. It would be interesting to see what kind of vampire she would make.

Suddenly, as Anita was leaning over her, Willow’s eyes flew open and with a wail somewhere between rage and terror, she gripped Anita by the shoulders, and pulled her down closer, her face shifting to that of her vampire visage as she bit savagely into the unsuspecting woman’s throat.

Jean-Claude and Spike both lungedwardward, trying to pull the two apart, but Willow held fast. Jean-Claude, in a panic, snapped off the nearest bed post, hell bent on shoving it through Willow’s heart, but Spike pushed him away at the last second. Then as quickly as she had attacked, Willow released Anit
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The dark-haired woman tumbled off the bed and onto the floor, quickly scuttling away toward Jean-Claude who scooped her up into his arms protectively. Willow sat upright on the bed, blood dripping from her mouth, her fangs, onto her bare breasts. Her gold eyes were searching for something, some sanity to hold onto, and then they locked onto Spike.

She was a goddess, a vision from his dreams. When she reached out for her mate, pleading for comfort, Spike felt like his dead heart would burst. Rushing forward, he gathered Willow in his embrace and held her as she began to shake and sob uncontrollably.

“Shh, pet, don’t cry. I’ll take care of you now.”

“I-I can’t feel my heart, Spike. What’s happened to me?”

“It’s okay, luv. Your heart doesn’t need to beat anymore,” he murmured against her hair soothingly.

Her sobs soon turned into a soft hiccupping noise as the contact with her mate calmed her frayed senses. “Am I dead?”

Her voice was so small and full of despair that Spike hated himself for what he had done to her. He had expected her to wake a vicious killer, not as a trembling child. Perhaps her soul was intact after all. He rained kisses upon her face, her eyelids, her lips, trying to show her the love he felt for her.

Willow nuzzled against Spike’s hard chest, instinctively seeking out his throat with her razor-sharp teeth. The minute she found what she was searching for, she sank them deep, greedily gulping down her lover’s rich blood, as Spike cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Jean-Claude watched the display, satisfied that the immediate danger was over. He cradled Anita against his chest, and left, allowing the couple some privacy. Spike could clearly take care of himself, but to be on the safe side he would place a pair of guards at the door. After her attack on Anita, intentional or not, he didn’t want Willow going anywhere until he was sure it was safe. He would just have to make some excuse to the council explaining her absence for now.

Spike felt himself start to weaken from blood loss when Willow finally dropped back off to sleep. Her chest had started to rise and fall in a mimicry of breathing. Like so many of their kind, the memory of their former life shadowed the smallest of behaviors.

Once he was sure she was sleeping soundly, he slipped out the door and asked Meng-Die, who was standing guard, if she would fetch Nathaniel. The beautiful vampire soon returned with the young wereleopard in tow.

Spike had fed from the submissive creature often. Few of the other weres were willing to feed him, whether out of fear of his vampire features or because he couldn’t bespell them with his eyes, therefore making his bite painful. Nathaniel, however, seemed to enjoy both of these things greatly, and would often seek Spike out to offer up his throat and any other services he might be interested in. Spike had only ever taken his blood, but with a new childe to feed, he feared that Nathaniel alone would no longer be enough to even satisfy that need.

Nathaniel saw the somewhat bewildered look that Spike gave him once he was finished, and smiled, running his hand lightly over the other man’s cheek, suppressing his hurt when Spike pulled back from his caress. Logically he knew that Spike was too ‘macho’ to welcome an embrace from another man, but for the weres, touch was a very necessary part of their lives, the way they offered each other comfort. Such rejection was typically taken personally.

With a sigh, Nathaniel dropped his hand back to his side. “Don’t worry, weres heal quickly. Even feeding the both of you, I would still have enough blood to survive, especially if I have a little time to rest between feedings. As you already know, were-blood is stronger than human. When she is ready, I’d be happy to offer my services to Willow as well.”

There was a pleading look in the young man’s eyes as Spike glanced again at him. If it were anyone else, he would feel jealous, threatened by the thought of another man being so intimately close to his mate, but not with Nathaniel. S had had seen the way the wereleopard’s heart seemed to break every time Anita was around. He knew that she used to use the little cat to feed her ardeur, but now that she had more control over her needs she had begun turning him away from her bed.

In her own mind, he believed Anita was trying to do what was best for Nathaniel, treating him like an equal and not a pet, but it was clear to Spike that that was not what Nathaniel wanted. He was a true submissive in every sense of the word, and Spike got the sneaking suspicion that without someone to ‘keep’ him, the boy would probably meet a sticky end very quickly by giving himself out to whatever sadistic bastard would take him.

When the battle against the Mother ended, perhaps he and Willow would take him with them. Spike didn’t like the idea of babysitting the boy, but he would be handy in providing them nourishment, and he had to admit that his were-blood was far tastier than human, to say nothing of pig’s blood. Plus, Nathaniel would be safe with them, or at least safer than on his own. Hell, Willow would probably even enjoy the extra company.

Nathaniel turned to leave the bedroom. His service was done and he would rather exit on his own than face the rejection of being told to leave.

“You can stay for awhile if you like,” Spike offered noncommittally.

Nathaniel pulled his long auburn braid over his shoulder, and began fingering the loose hair at its end, frozen in his tracks. He was afraid to turn around, afraid the words he had heard had just been wishful thinking.

“You might want to let the guards know if you do decide to stay though,” Spike continued, climbing back into the bed with Willow. “I wouldn’t want Jean-Claude and Anita storming back in here thinking I’ve killed you too.”

Nathaniel quickly stuck his head out the door to tell Meng-Die he would be staying. Then, trying hard not to bounce with joy, he went and stood next to the bed to await further instruction.

Spike glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, mentally kicking himself for inviting the boy to stay. He hated complications, and this along with Willow were two big ones. Still, seeing Nathaniel’s giddy expression, he couldn’t help but smirk a bit himself. The kid knew how to follow orders and had proven on more than one occasion to be loyal, so maybe he was worth the effort.

“Don’t get any funny ideas, hairball, I wasn’t asking to shag you. I just thought you might like to stay for a bit. You can sleep at the foot of the bed, or on the floor, it’s up to you, but don’t get too close to Willow. She may not be quite ready for company when she wakes and I don’t want to have to answer to your keepers if she tears your throat out.”

Nathaniel nodded his head in understanding, stripped off his clothing, wrapping a blanket around himself and curling up on the end of the bed while Spike watched him wearily. He knew the vampire’s harsh words were just his way of making him feel welcome. Spike was a true dominant, and like Anita, it left him a bit lacking in manners. As much as he longed to touch and be touched by the man whose feet he was lying at, he would bide his time patiently. If he was very lucky, perhaps Spike would consent to be his new master now that Anita no longer needed him.

He loved the dark-haired goddess, and probably always would, but she was determined to make him into something he was not, something he had no interest in becoming. He wanted someone to look after him, someone he could serve, and Spike was strong enough to give him just what he had been craving most. Perhaps the vampire would let him serve Willow as well. The thought of it filled his heart with joy as he allowed himself to drift off to happy dreams where he was safe and cared for.

To be continued…
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