Addiction
by UrbanGoth
Finding Your Dealer
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3. Finding Your Dealer
"GET OFF HER!!"
Spike whirled around and caught the sight of a black-eyed, red-haired messenger from Hell. She could smell the blood dripping from his teeth, taste it nearly. Buffy's blood. She could feel the slayer slipping away slowly. Plenty of time to make with business.
She caught him with the power, grasping at the air, tightening her grip on him. The magick had woken and she could feel it running through her veins, from her head to her toes to the tips of the fingers. With each thought, each tiny muttered word, she could control something, anything. Or nothing. A nothing like Spike. With a wave of her hand she threw him across the room against the far wall, creating a dent from the amount of force. Hate fueled the rage, rage fueled the power, power fueled the witch. She advanced towards him and towered over his broken form.
"Tut tut tut." She grinned menacingly at him. He tried to bite back at her but coughed at the blood welling in his throat. "You honestly think that if you turn her she'll want you? Like she could ever want you." She spoke matter of factly. It would never happen. "She keeps you for your strength." She sniggered. "If you call THAT strength. I barely touched you with my power and look at you. Can't move, can't speak."
"She needs me."
Willow let a laugh bellow from her stomach. "What for?! She resents you, Spike. You're the puppy that she never wanted. The puppy that follows her around, waiting for just a shred of affection. News flash - not gonna happen!" She held him in a steel gaze. "Ever."
"If she loves me or not doesn't matter. She needs me for," he smirked, "relief."
The fire in Willow grew with the innuendo and she sent him crashing to the ceiling, binding him to the cold, white wall above her. She giggled a little to herself.
"Why, Spike," she questioned, still giggling a little, "would she want you when she has me?"
"You're a bloody woman."
Willow rolled her eyes. "I know that."
"I'll let you in on a little secret, luv," he struggled with his words, his energy waining, "Buffy doesn't swing that way."
"So, why is it that she hasn't kissed you and has me?" She asked in mock confusion and waited as his face fell. "Twice."
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Over at the wall, a petite blond began to come around, waking with the commotion. The scene playing before her was startling to say the least. She thought she had been relieved. Maybe even hoped. Yet here she was. Human, alive and in pain, with blood trickling down her neck . So cold.
Spike. He tried to have her. Change her. Now he was... on the ceiling? She shook her head at the sight. Bad idea. She waited for her head to stop spinning and eyes to focus before she tried to figure out what was going on.
Honestly though, she could have guessed anyway. Willow. Willow was beating the hell out of Spike with the magicks. Carefully, Buffy rose to her feet, making sure the wall was at her back, using it to hold herself up and she caught her breath.
"Willow." The word was barely louder than a whisper but the witch heard it.
"Buffy. Stay there." She didn't even turn to face the slayer but kept her eyes on Spike.
"Willow." The slayer repeated. This time the redhead turned to face her. "Don't," she pleaded.
"Buffy, are you insane?! I'm only doing what should have been done years ago. This is the way it should have been." Her words were cold and vengeful.
"Willow we need him. We need him to fight." Buffy didn't catch the smirk at the ceiling. She didn't take her eyes from her best friend. Willow hadn't been like this since the Glory days.
"Like hell we do! Buffy, look at him!" She turned her attention back to Spike, craving for him to hear these words, speaking them to him. "He's pathetic. Is this what you call fighting? Why him when you have to me to fight for you?" She felt a smile play on her lips. "He's almost dust and I'm just warming up."
"Willow let him down."
"WHAT?! Buffy, you know I'm right. You have to know. And if you don't I'll make you know." Willow turned her full attention to the slayer now.
A feeling of disbelief swept over Buffy. "Was that a threat?" She inched a little closer to the witch, challenging her.
"Depends how you look at it. You can hope it was a threat or you can know it was a promise." She drew in the power of the room, not knowingly letting Spike free, feeding the magicks she could taste. She stood facing off Buffy for a minute, basking in the energy racing through her body, readying herself to fight.
Suddenly, her back felt like it had been hit by a wall. Spike tackled her to the ground in a drunk fury and ran in the other direction, narrowly missing a bolt of solidified hate as he ran out of the back door into the sunlight.
Cursing herself for missing, Willow clambered to her feet, hoping that the sun burned him slowly and painfully.
Buffy, having regained a little energy, rushed at Willow holding her to the wall.
"Why?"
Willow shrugged. "I think the question is: Why not?"
"Because we can use him." Her grip became less tight. "God, Willow, where are you?"
"What?!"
"You're lost in the magic, Will. We need to get you help. It'll kill you."
"Don't give me that self-righteous shit Buffy! You're just pissed off because now... I'm the one with the power." She felt a hard back-handed punch knock her jaw almost breaking it and her ears rang.
"Yeah?" Buffy raised her brow, knowing the redhead felt that. Willow laughed and sharply returned Buffy's favour, knocking the slayer back.
"Yeah." She stated.
Buffy ran back at her and they began to fight, Buffy not wondering where Willow's strength had emerged from, Willow not caring if she was wondering. Buffy continuously threw punches at the witch who easily blocked them, but caught her out with a sweep to the legs, sending her to the ground. She loomed over Willow, in tears.
"Why couldn't you just leave me where I was?!" She pulled Willow to her feet and pushed her against the wall again, trying so hard to see through her watery eyes. "Why couldn't you have just let him kill me?! Let him take me?!" She cried.
Willow straightened under Buffy's grip. "Because you're mine." She rushed Buffy's lips and spun them around. Buffy's condition didn't interest her, nor did her own, nor did the rest of the room, the rest of the world. It was her turn to decide when the kissing would be and how far it would go. Besides, Buffy was complying fine.
Their tongues battled against each other, pulses raced. The blood from Buffy's stomach rushed to her centre, flaring her sex, as butterflies invaded it. She could feel every part of Willow against her. Wrapping her arms around the taller girl, she continued to kiss her with force. It was harsh and powerful, as were the fingers running along the slayer's body, searching for that special place. Willow wasn't thinking, Buffy knew, she was just acting on impulse and left over magicks juice. It made Buffy wonder, even in this position, how similar the power that fuels Willow is to her own. They both come from a dark place and live in a dark world. And now, it was as if their energies melded together like their bodies, craving more contact. More.
Buffy's breathing became too heavy for her to think as her knees began to give way. The feel of Willow's fingers inside her and on her clit made it impossible to do anything but feel the orgasm that ripped its way through her.
Then the world faded to black.