Title: At Loss
Author: Samantha ([email protected])
Rating: PG-13
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Notes: Set in the future, Willow lost her memory, but just regained it.

Part 1

"Luv, would you stay still for just one second? Stop fidgeting, you're
making the bed very uncomfortable."

Outraged, Willow stood up and stalked to the bathroom. Inside, she
flipped
the light on and sat down on the floor.

How could he do this to me? All these months, all this time, he lied to
me.
Just because I temporarily lost my memory doesn't give him the right to
tell me lies. That meanie!

Her train of thoughts was interuppted by constant banging on the
bathroom
door.

"Open up pet. What are doing in there? Come out, you know I was just
being grumpy."

Opening the door, she slapped him, glaring straight at him. Her eyes
were
on fire as she pushed past him.

Holding his right cheek, he followed her. "What the bloody hell was
that
for? Oh wait, are you pmsing?"

I slap him and the best he can give me is that I have my period?

Willow faced him, her eyes lit with hate. "And just how the bloody hell
would you know that I have my period?" her voice mocking him.

"Look pet, I can smell it. Remember? Me? Vampire? Senses are now a
whole lot
more sharp?"

"Of course, I remember all right. I remember everything Spike. I
remember
what happened before I lost my memory too. Know what else I know? That
you
lied to me. I thought you actually cared. But it just turns out that
you're
like everyone else. You're using me to hurt Buffy," she spat.

Surprised that she had regained her memory he muttered, "Fuck."

"Fuck? Is that your best comeback Spike? Too speechless that poor
little
Willow can actually speak for herself? Well guess what? Get over it,
cuz
this girl's finished playing your games. If I were you, I'd watch your
back. I'm out for you."

Game face on, he wrapped his hand around her pale neck. "I'm a bloody
demon
you bitch. No human is gonna tell me off without being punished. You
forget
that I'm stronger than you and that you could never harm me. You do
remember
that I'm 126 years old with two slayers under my belt, right? You
wouldn't
stand a chance against me. A slayer maybe because she stronger, but
you?
You're nothing but a little twig."

He released his grip on her and flung the hacker to the floor, then
straddled
her.

"No way I'm letting you leave now luv. Since you have your memory back,
it
wouldn't do to just let you run back to the slayer and her little
friends,
would it now? I think I'm going to keep you around awhile for
entertainment."

Willow struggled to get up, but it was useless. Spike was too heavy for
her.
Tired from lack of sleep, her eyelids fluttered lightly. She slipped
into
a deep sleep.

He looked down at her. "Awww, just when I was gonna whip her. Guess
that'll
have to wait until she's awake to punish her."

Picking her up, he gently put her down on the bed. He stepped into the
hallway.
Seeing his minions wandering around, he called to one of them.

"Go set up the chains in my room. And make sure they're extra strong.
Wouldn't
want your mistress to escape would you?"

The fledgling shook his head and scurried to fill out Spike's errand.

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Part 2

Willow groaned and tried to move her hand, but was restrained by chains.

"Glad to see you're awake pet, now I don't have to sit around being bored."

At the sound of the voice, she turned her head towards the source. Or at
least tried to.

Tsk, tsk. "You shouldn't be making jerky movements, you might get hurt and
I wouldn't be happy at all."

Now fully awake, the hacker just kept silent.

Oooo, what I would give if I could use my power on him. But it's not right.
Wicca is only for the use of good, for we bide by the three-fold law. Anything
you send out is returned times three. Darn. But, maybe there's a loophole, maybe
I could find a spell to help me, and protect me. Shoot, Spike's staring at me.

"Just what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Silence.

He walked up to her and paused when he was face to face with her. He questioned her
once more, "I asked you a question. I expect an answer. Now, I'll ask one more time.
What are you thinking about?"

Nothing.

Spike was angered at her muteness. He slapped her across the face and then forced her
chin up so that she was looking at him.

"Willow, you know I don't like hurting you. But, I'm doing it for your own good.
See, now that you have your memory, you know what I was like in the past. I've changed
since then, I'm different, a little, but still different. And you know why?"

Glaring, she just said, "I don't really care."

Again, he slapped her. "Pet, you should care about everything I say. It's important
to your survival."

That bastard. I hate him. But I love him. And I'm enjoying the pain. Goddess, I'm a
pervert.

"I'm going out for a bite to eat."

He started for the door, but then suddenly turned back. He chuckled, "And don't go
anywhere while I'm gone."

Ignoring him, she tried concentrating on a protection spell for herself.

Wait, no, never mind. Got it! No, this spell won't work either. Hmmm, I found it...
this needs supplies too. Ok, this is no help, all of these spells require supplies,
certain days, a certain moon phase, and casting a circle.

She stood there, hanging in the chains, pondering.

Aha! I got it. I'll make up a prayer to the Goddess.

"Goddess,
I ask and seek from thee,
Protection from those who
would do harm.
Watch over me and mine,
Protect me through day
and night.
Blessed be!"
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Part 3

Finishing the homemade spell, Willow sighed, hoping it would work.

She waited.

And waited.

Where is he? It doesn't take that long to drain someone. Goddess,
why did I ever get involved with him in the first place?

The door opened to reveal a drunk peroxide blonde.

"Ello, luv. What are you doing hanging up there in chains for? Oh
yeah, I ordered my minion to do that huh? Well pet, I've decided
to let you live on one condition," his words slurred together so
that she barely understood him.

Slowly raising her eyes to meet his, she thought to herself, he
must have drank alot to get into a state like this.

His gaze set her on fire. Eyes full of desire and lust. For her.
She lowered her eyes until he leaned forward to caress her cheek.

"Aren't you gonna ask me what the condition is?"

Her face moved forward to try to keep the sensation of his cool hand
on her now flushed cheek.

"Fine. What's the condition?"

He pulled his hand away and stood still, to think for a moment.

Silence.

The minutes ticked by until Willow got impatient.

"Fuck! Just say it already."

Spike slowly turned to face her. He cocked his head to the side and
said, "Fuck. That's it, thanks ducks, helped me come up with the
condition."

Confused, she dumbly said, "Huh?"

"The condition is to fuck. Are you deaf you ninny?"

She mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear her and take it the wrong way.
But as luck would have it, he heard her.

"Pet, you want to fuck five times? Sure fine with me."

He moved forward to kiss Willow when he lost his balance and fell to
ground.

In a weak voice came, "Somebody help? I've fallen and I can't get up."

A sigh came from Willow.

"This is going to be a long night."
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Part 4

At least I know the spell worked. Well, in a way.

Picking himself up, he groaned at the pain.

She was tired of being chained up. If having sex with him
was the only way out of them, she'd do it.

"Spike?"

"What luv?" he said in a somewhat irritated voice.

She took in a deep breathe of air. "Let's have sex."

He stared at her, eyes wide. As if she was a mad woman.

She repeated herself. "I said 'Let's have sex.' Are you
deaf?"

Taking the key from out of his pocket, he gradually unchained
Willow.

Sigh. She rubbeed the sore spots on her wrists and ankles,
letting out a small yelp when she felt cold hands pick her
up and unceremoniously dump her onto the bed.

"Clothes off now."

She slowly fulfilled his command.

He watched her carefully. He had never been drunk, he had faked
it all.

His cock hardened at the sight of her breasts. They weren't too
big or too small.

Why he hadn't fucked her when she still had memory loss, he didn't
know.

"Well are you just gonna stand there and leer at me?"

Her words brought him out of his thoughts.

He was about to glare at her when he remembered he was supposed to
be drunk.

Stupid bastard just stands there looking like a fucking moron.

The sound of a zipper could be heard.

She moved his hands away. "No. Let me do it for you."

Slowly peeling off his pants, she took in the length of his cock and
inhaled deeply.

She stood again and removed his shirt, taking a long look at his firm
chest.

"Luv, I'm not drunk."

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Part 6

He moved forward, ready to give her another lecture about him owning her
when Buffy barged into the room, stake in hand. She quickly surveyed the
room making sure Spike didn't move.

"Aww, look! It's the slayer! Have you come to make nice and play with us?"

Ignoring his comments, she beckoned for Willow to come forward. The
redhead
complied and quickly moved to stand by the slayer.

"Spike, I'm sick of dealing with you. You're like a thorn in my side, only
ten times more annoying. You're dust!"

He looked at her, skeptical. "You've tried putting that bloody thing in
me how many times? And each try was unsuccessful, how do you figure that
you're going to win this time, slayer?"

As he waited for her answer, he watched Willow. Stupid slayer had to come
and mess up my fun. We were about to have bleedin' sex for pete's sake.

"I would've won each time too! It's just that there were always
interruptions
and stuff. Now stop talking and fight me!"

Standing there nonchalantly, Spike waited for her first attack. A power
packed punch to his face, which he readily avoided. Then, a kick to his
head that brought him down to the ground.

Buffy smiled proudly. "See Spike? Told you so!"

Just as the stake was about to be shoved through his unbeating heart,
Willow
interrupted.

"You haven't won quite yet."

Surprised at the girl's words, Buffy turned her attention towards the
hacker.

"What do you mean Willow?"

Maneuvering herself around her best friend, she extended her hand to Spike
and
pulled him up. First, she kissed him roughly, leaving him wanting more.
Second,
she stripped herself and Spike, pulling both of their bodies onto the bed.

Buffy watched on in surprise, disgust, and horror. Quickly shaking herself
to
go knock some sense into Willow, she stood and went to tap her on the
shoulder.

She turned around to face her best friend. "Buffy, what I meant was, me
and Spike
were about to fuck until you interrupted us. So could you go away and let
us
finish our little happy thing?"

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