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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Anita Blake series, nor BtVS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Willow’s eyes drifted open just a crack. Her brain felt as if it was in a fog, and her body moved thickly as if she were moving through caramel. But through her haze she was barely able to make out one thing, piercing blue eyes and what looked like a wave of shining blonde hair. The spell had worked; it had brought her to the missing vampire she had been seeking. She parted her dry lips to speak, but found it difficult.

“Spike,” she finally managed, “I found you.”

Then, she reached up, her hand acting almost of its own volition, and buried her fingers into Asher’s hair, pulling him to her for a kiss. Asher resisted momentarily, but he was too enraptured by the beauty before him to put up much of a fight. Their lips met softly, a gentle brushing of his velvet skin against her parched mouth. With a sigh she parted her lips, allowing his tongue entrance to her hot cavern. To the centuries old vampire it was as if he had finally found heaven, their lips caressing, tongues gently exploring. There was a world of possibilities waiting in this girl and he never wanted to let her go. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her naked form tightly against his body. He wanted to pull her into himself as if he could make her a part of him forever, and then he heard it.

Jean-Claude cleared his throat loudly, as he watched the display with a modicum of amusement, and even more concern. He knew the look on Asher’s face, remembered it well. It was the look he had only ever worn for Julianna, and it had caught the dark vampire off guard. On one hand Jean-Claude was elated to think that his longtime friend and companion could love again, and yet he knew nothing of this girl who had appeared mysteriously and had clearly mistaken Asher for another. He was afraid that all his friend would find down this path was more pain, and he would spare him that if he could.

Asher heard Jean-Claude clearing his throat and instantly came crashing back to reality. He was not lost in a heavenly universe with a red haired angel; he was back at the Circus, kissing a stranger who thought he was someone else. A familiar pain seized his heart as he remembered what he was and that no woman could ever love him, and he pushed the girl away roughly, jumping up as if he had been burned.

Willow fell back on the bed, grappling with conscioss. ss. She had been with Kennedy, and then she was dreaming of Spike again, only this time instead of feeling his pain, she had been kissing him. Was that right? And then the memories of her mystical journey hit her like a mallet and her eyes shot open in panic. She looked around wildly, taking in the faces of four people.

Two dark haired figures were standing near the door, one a short but pretty woman with long dark hair that seemed to be wearing a shoulder holster. Standing next to her, arms crossed defensively across his chest, was the prettiest man she had ever seen. Long flowing locks fell across his shoulders and perfectly framed his pale face with pouting lips and dazzling blue eyes. She looked into his eyes and felt as if she was falling. She shook her head furiously, ridding herself of the sensation, and moved her gaze onto the man standing a few feet from them.

He was also short, with fine blonde hair cut short and sticking up haphazardly here and there as if he had just rolled out of bed. He was handsome, not the stunning beauty the other man was, but more masculine. His eyes did not hold the otherworldly power of the other one, but simply looked back at her with something between curious amusement and a leer. It was then that Willow realized she was still naked and took a moment to grasp at the covers on the bed, covering herself. The man’s look shifted to one of disappointment and she shot him a withering glare as her eyes found the final occupant of the room, but he stood in the corner with his back to her, refusing to meet her eyes. The only thing she could discern about him was that he had the most beautiful golden hair she had ever seen.

“Where am I?” she finally managed to croak out.

“You are in my home,” answered the man with the bewitching eyes. His voice carried the familiar accent she knew from her French lessons, “I believe the more important question is why did you come here?” he spoke softly, but there was no mistaking the serious tone of his question.

“I came to find my friend.”

“Spike.”

“Yes,” Willow replied excitedly, “Do you know where he is?”

“Oui, I do. But first we must talk. I must know of your journey here, and why it is that not one, but two powerful creatures have entered my territory without my permission.” Willow opened her mouth to respond, but Jean-Claude raised his hand to silence her. “First, let me offer you something to wear. You are welcome to discuss things while still naked, of course, but I find most creatures turn hostile when they feel vulnerable, and nudity makes many feel such vulnerability.”

Twice he had referred to her as a creature, and she didn’t like it. However, he did seem to know something about Spike’s whereabouts and that was encouraging. She would play his little games if she needed to, and to be frank, she was grateful for the offer of clothing, but she wasn’t fooled into thinking this was a friendly gesture. This man clearly meant business, and judging by the power she felt in his eyes, she would need to be very careful how she handled the situation. She looked him square in the chest and nodded.

Suddenly, a beautiful Asian woman appeared in the doorway. Jean-Claude didn’t bother to look at her as he addressed her, but kept his eyes fixed on Willow. “Meng-Die, will you please go to Anita’s closet and find something more appropriate than a bed sheet for our guest to wear,” Willow watched as the girl disappeared again and then turned her attention back to the dark haired man. “Anita, Jason, kindly keep our guest company until she is dressed and then bring her to me,” this time she noticed the dark haired woman shoot him a glare, obviously not happy with taking or, bu, but she didn’t say anything. “Asher, if you’ll join me please.”

And with that, Jean-Claude glided out of the room, pausing briefly to kiss Anita on the cheek, almost apologetically, and then he was gone. Asher followed him closely, never once looking at the confused girl on the bed, the tension in his body rolling off of him in waves. Willow wasn’t sure why, but if she had to guess, she would say that the blonde man storming out of the room hated her.

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