Mistletoes And Secrets

By Elka

Title: Mistletoe and Secrets
Author: Elka Carpenter
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Part: 3 of ?
Order: Follows part 2. Inventive.
Spoilers: Season four. Spike is still tied up and unbitey in Giles'
bathtub.
'Something Blue' DID happen, wow.
Distribution: The regulars, ask if want.
Disclaimer: Joss is the wind beneath my wings.
Feedback: I lick feedback.
Author's Notes: All the wonderful Christmasy stories, had to write my
own.
Actually two. This is the sappy sweet one, the angsty, smutty one is
coming.

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Willow stood back to admire her handiwork. The red and green garland
looped
around the bathtub, the strings of lights framed the mirror, even a
miniature tree sat on the television brought in to amuse Spike.

"Looks nice. Just hope Giles doesn't want to take a tub." Her brow
furrowed.
"What is the cleansing arrangement, anyway?"

Spike avoided her gaze. "You don't ask, I don't tell."

"Ah." She nodded and sat down next to him, elbows propped on the
ceramic
edge. "Okey-dokey. None of my business. Yup."

Willow searched for words. Over the past month, she had said pretty
much all
she had to say, there was nothing left. She'd done all the talking.

"So, we've chewed about school, Oz, and my incompetancy around the
opposite
sex. I want to know something about you."

Spike was taken off guard. No one had asked about him before.

"About me?"

"Sure. I mean you're old. You've lived through all kinds of interesting
stuff. Tell me about your past." She smiled, leaning in closer.

Spike chuckled and shook his head. "My past isn't exactly a fairy tale.
You
wouldn't want to hear about that and all, luv."

"Oh, come on. I've seen all kinds of things of the bad, being a
Hellmouth
resident. I want to know. Tell me about your life, pre-vamp." Willow
cajoled
him with a grin.

Spike's face went cold as he strained to remember the bitter memories
he had
of his human life.

"It wasn't easy, back then. Grew up in England, you know. Wasn't
exactly
high-society. I quit school after I finished my fifth year, didn't like
it
much, school. My mum tried, but she couldn't work, she was real sick,
but
the docs wouldn't help her because we weren't rich. My pop was an
absentee,
set the trend for modern times, he did. Never around when you needed
him. I
took care of things when he was off getting sloshed."

He paused for a moment before continuing. He glanced into the wide
green
eyes hanging intently on his words.

"She got sicker and sicker, my mum. I came home one evening from the
troughs
and she had died. I went out in the street and that's when I met
Drusilla.
Her eyes, those lovely brown eyes, with the long magnetic lashes. She
lured
me into an alley and bit me. Next thing I knew I woke up and they told
me I
was a vampire. Angelus had sired me. We ran together for awhile. I
forgot
all about her, didn't think about her again for years..."

"Your mom?"

"Yeah. I don't know what happened to her, guess someone found her after
awhile." He forced a laugh. "Good times, good times."

Willow regarded him solemnly. "Wasn't there any good?"

He stared at her, the innocence etched in her face, but the knowledge.

"There was a girl." He recalled. "I was smitten with her for quite some
time. Fell in love with her after a bit of time."

Willow smiled. "Tell me about her."

Spike nodded slowly. "She had skin, amazing skin, creamy and smooth.
And
this smile, men would line up and kill just to recieve a smile from
her. It
was electrifying."

He stopped, lost in the memory. Willow brought him back to earth.

"What else?"

Spike studied her waiting smile and wide eyes.

"Red hair." He said. "And sparkling green eyes."

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