WILD WILD DAYS - CHAPTER 4
by Cryssie


Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
Rating: R for adult language and violence
Timeline: in the beginning of the 4th season.
Spoilers: Something Blue, The Initiative.
Author's Note: Thanks a lot to JoAnna for betaing this chapter. And thanks to Sirc for the support.





“You went crazy??? I can’t believe it…” Xander Harris snapped at his red-haired friend, dropping down onto the sofa in Giles’ living room. “You’ve turned our friend into a vampire???” His wide, horror-filled eyes were pitching the witch’s, his yell echoed in the room. “Into an enemy of ours???”



“Uhm....I just… it’s also for Buffy’s sake…” she replied quietly, cautiously glancing up at the carpenter.



“Oh, that’s such crap…” he frowned in annoyance. “I don’t dare to imagine what Giles said after all….” He glimpsed at the unusually silent girl beside him, his eyes growing double wide. “What??? He doesn’t even know???”



Willow didn’t answer, she was just eyeing the carpet as if the patterns suddenly became interesting.



Xander let out a shocked gasp.



“I didn’t want to raise a false alarm,” she muttered.



“Oh, because it’s not a big deal, yeah? Our friend, the Slayer, becomes a vampire and it isn’t something we should raise alarm about..??? God, Will, what happened to your common sense?!?”



“Xander, I had to help him… He was so desperate…”



“Gosh, Willow, it’s Spike you’re talking about, you know it?! A bloodsucking vampire!!!”



“But he has a chip in his head… he’s harmless…and…”



“And you’re one of the charity girls of Mother Theresa, huh?” he sneered.



Recovering from the first shock, Giles moved away from the doorframe between the kitchen and living room he had been leaning against, and drawing a huge intake of air, turned to Willow, “Xander is quite correct, this was not your best decision. It is dangerous.”



“Yeah. What if Buffy is taken over by her demonic side so much that she attacks our necks?” Xander gave a terrified look to Giles then back to Willow again.



“Calm down, Xander, it’s not that terrible,” she countered, but her look became cautious and doubtful as she averted her eyes from her friend and fixed them on the Watcher’s pondering look. “Or is it?”



Giles nodded, “As I already have said it is dangerous.”



Xander flashed a triumphant look at the girl.



“Not for us exactly,” Giles continued, which earned Willow’s victorious grin sent directly to Xander, “but for Buffy.”



“I take care of her; plus she is like Spike, she can’t bite anyone….” she defended.



“Thanks God!” faking relief, Xander let out a sneery sigh.



“Maybe she can’t, but she could be bitten by other vamps,” Giles noted, glancing at Willow. “Did you think of that at all?”



“Spike takes care of her… “



Xander burst into a hilarious laughter.



“Spike??? Setting the fox to watch the geese?! Great, now I’m really calm,” he noted sarcastically.



Squirming, Willow asked Giles apprehensively. “You think I’ve done something really wrong?”



“Well..,” he sighed, wiping his glasses. “I can partly understand your intentions and also Spike’s, but even then… I’m worried about Buffy…”



Xander butted in excitedly. “Hey, hey…stop… You said,” at this he looked at Willow, “that the spell lasts until you cast that deactivating spell, right?” His eyes brightened up. “Then all you have to do is cast that spell right now.” Grinning as if he had just cut the Gordian knot, he stared at the others expectantively.



But neither of them broke the silence that was reigning the room.



“Hey, anyone is here?” Xander’s grin faded and pulling a long face, he raised his eyebrow in confusion. “Hello?”



Willow’s gaze was fixed on the carpet again, and she didn’t seem to be willing to break away from that sight. As the silence became more awkward with every minute, she reluctantly replied.



“I made a promise to Spike,” she uttered low-key. As her look finally ripped away from the room-decoration and for a second met her anxious friend’s stare, she felt that her point called for further explanation, so she reluctantly added, “You should have seen him. He was so desperate… the way Buffy treats him hurts him a lot…”



“Pardon??” Xander almost jumped in shock. “I guess, I didn’t hear right. What have you just said? You feel bad about the way Buffy treats Spike?? God. how should she treat him?? He is an evil vampire!”



“He was human once!” Willow snapped at him. “He has feelings too. Even if he had chosen the wrong path way back then.”



“Right,” he snarled. “The keyword is ONCE! And that was hundred years ago. Now he is evil itself.”



“You’re cruel! Everyone deserves a second chance.”



“Great!” Xander laughed. “Willow: Justice for vampires! Very good,” he sneered. “You should start a campaign at the Uni…”



“And if this all was about Anya?” she retorted sharply.



Xander’s jaws dropped. He hadn’t expected this argument. He wasn’t prepared to answer the question either.



For his unluck, Anya burst into the room. Having the usual charming smile on her face, she inquired cheerfully, “What is with me?”



Floored, Willow exchanged a puzzled look with Xander.



He slung his arms around Anya and propelled her toward the door.



“Erm…We were just … talking…”



“About?” her smile didn’t fade. “However it doesn’t matter,” she didn’t wait for Xander to reply, which earned a slight, relieved sigh from him. “We must go. You know you promised me some crazy sex for tonight,” she seductively licked her lips, placing her hand on his chest.



He couldn’t hide his embarrassment, which Willow found amusing and also with a bit of gratification. Grinning, she glanced at Giles who however having cleaned his glasses some minutes ago, took them off and started wiping them again. Ignorance is bliss.



“So come on!” Anya grabbed Xander’s arm.



“Uh…yes… let’s go,” he stammered and turned to the others with his face flushed, “Good night.”



“’Night Giles, ‘night Willow,” chirped Anya, urging Harris to open the door.



As soon as the two left, Willow turned to Giles, who opened the fridge to have some dinner.



“Giles, what do you think I should do?” her apprehensive voice was accompanied with a begging look. “Honestly?”



He didn’t reply immediately as his attention was preoccupied with the content of the fridge, or rather with the lack of it. He found nothing but a note in Buffy’s handwriting: “Giles, I didn’t have time to have lunch at school, so I took some food from you. Hope you don’t mind it. Oh, btw, you should do the shopping, there was hardly an edible thing in your fridge. Buffy.” Growling, he slapped the door of the refrigerator angrily and turned back to Willow.



“Well, I guess you’re right. Buffy needs to learn some good manner indeed,” his tone gave away his annoyance.



*



Buffy was sitting in an old armchair in Spike’s crypt, staring in silence. Apparently, she was bored. Accepting the fact that she was going to be a companion of Spike for the upcoming days, furthermore as a vampire, was not easy. She still couldn’t believe that it was happening. Neither could she believe that it had been her best friend who delivered her into the hands of the enemy. Okay, maybe I hadn’t treated Spike as a friend should have been, but hey, who said that he was a friend? He isn’t even human anymore. Not a real human. He’s just a monster. Evil. Soulless. Killer. Enemy. And I’m sleeping with the enemy. Ewww. Where did this come here, she frowned. Damn, it’s the effect of the last movie-marathon I had with Willow last weekend. “Sleeping With The Enemy” had been Willow’s choice. Even Julia had easier job to build up a new identity in order to get rid of her past life than I to deal with being a vampire on Spike’s side, Buffy mused. Or hadn’t she? Well, it depends, she shrugged mentally.



Suddenly she sprang up and headed toward the door.



“Where to, Slayer?” Spike lifted his head immediately, averting his eyes from the TV screen. He was lounging in another worn armchair, watching Passions, his favourite show.



“None of your business,” she shrugged.



“But it is. As long as you stay at my place.”



“Right then, I’ll leave,” she flashed him a smug smile. “I didn’t want to be here either.”



“You know you’ve got nowhere to go.”



“That’s only what you think. Unlike you, I DO HAVE friends,” she retorted, emphasizing the last words.



“We’ll see,” Spike rose and turned off the TV.



“What now??” Buffy stared at him cluelessly, not getting what he was up to.



“I’m going with you. Patrolling or wherever you go,” he gave her an assertive smile.



Buffy frowned seemingly annoyed, “I don’t need your company.”



“Luv, I’m the only company for you now,” he looked right into her eyes, an evil smirk playing in the corner of his mouth. “Or you think your so-called friends would be delighted to have a vampire around? Even if it’s you,” he raised an eyebrow, amusement mirroring on his face.



Buffy cast him a sulky look, “I’ll kill you one day.”



“We’ll see, luv, we’ll see,” the vampire grinned and opened the door of the crypt.



The gentle wind of the night touched his pale skin. But he didn’t even flinch, whereas Buffy shivered beside him.



“Turning me into a vampire, Willow should have provided me with the feature of cold-resistance,” she grumbled as they stepped into the night.



“I thought you weren’t keen on being a vamp, and now you’re complaining that it’s not good enough for you!” he laughed.



“Sorry to shatter your dreams, but I would never want to become such a thing like you.”



“My dreams? You bloody don’t know anything about them.”



“You know what?” she faced him. “I don’t even want to.”



“No? You were interested when we were engaged,” he teased her.



Ewww. Buffy recalled the memory of their short engagement, which Willow also had a hand in. That time it had seemed to be so right; she even felt that she finally found what or rather whom she had been looking for. Someone who loves, completes, protects her and whom with she could live happily ever after. And then the truth had been revealed – all those feelings had just been magic. Just a spell of Willow.



Buffy did try to forget that time she had spent with the vampire under that spell, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t completely get rid of those memories. Some strains of them always kept on sneaking back to her. So all she could do was to suppress them, bury them into the deepest part of her soul. She kept pretending that those snuggles and fiery kisses hadn’t happened, but had only been a mean game of her mind or some nightmare, but deep in her gut, she knew that it was only make believe. She should accept this failure –it hadn’t been her fault after all. There was Willow to blame. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but feel dirty.



And there she was again. The only difference this time was that there had been no romantical aspect of the spell.



“I’d never marry you,” she uttered in disgust.



Spike coughed, “Never? Actually you almost did last time,” he seemingly enjoyed teasing her with this issue.



“That’s the point – only almost!” she remarked sharply.



“Does that make a difference? You said yes on your own free will.”



“I was under a spell.”



“Yeah, under my spell,” the blond vampire smirked, indulging the girl’s annoyance.

He was rewarded with a hysterical laughter.



“You’re attracted to me,” he grinned. “Even if you bloody deny it.”



“Attracted? To YOU??” she furrowed her brows, still laughing. “I’d rather be attracted to Frankenstein.”



“I take that as a yes,” he grinned.



“Go to hell!” Buffy snapped.



“Ladies first,” he retorted with another annoyingly huge grin.



She couldn’t bear his cheekiness longer and slapped him in the face. But as soon as her hand met his cheek, she felt a sharp pain in her head. She cried out loud – rather in shock then in pain – and her hand moved to rub the aching spot.



“Damn...” she winced.



“Lesson two,” the vampire could hardly hide his amusement, “always think before you act violently.”



Buffy didn’t reply, just sent him a dirty look.



TBC