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Shanna
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Another hour had passed and although they had found the demon they were searching for, a Tildrib demon that served as a minion for several different type of stronger and more dangerous demons, Spike had yet to return.
Willow had retired to her room, laid on the bed and tried to sort out her world that had suddenly been thrown into a serious tailspin as the result of a little bite by some supposedly extinct demon. "Stupid demon!"
Her mind was going in fifty million different directions, trying to determine if she loved just Spike or did she love Angel as well? And could she love Spike and Angel at the same time? She had always thought women that were seeing more than one guy at a time were a little on the sleazy side, but now that she was in this position, she silently apologized for every negative little thought she'd ever had towards those women. What was that old song? Torn between two lovers?
'Goddess above, help me figure this out. I don't want to hurt anyone.'
Willow rubbed her temples, feeling a serious headache coming on. Her stomach was in knots and she was pretty sure those jelly donuts were dancing a jig in her belly. That's when it hit her. How long had it been since she and Spike had. . .since he had drank from her? She tried to calculate in her mind and it was a little over five hours. Would he really just leave her when she needed him. Well, true, Angel was here, but Spike had been all, 'Mine!" and 'Keep your fangs to yourself, mate' lately. Maybe he just lost track of time. Oh! Oh! Or maybe he was hurt. Laying in a ditch somewhere. . .did they have ditches in LA? Oh, Goddess, what if he was in trouble?
She tried to focus on their link, but didn't feel anything strange. She also couldn't sense his presence, so he wasn't in or near the hotel. She stood, only to fall back when the room began to spin around her. Her stomach lurched and Willow knew she needed to find Angel for a little evening snack. She hoped he was hungry.
The redhead stood, moving slowly this time, and stumbled for the door. This time focusing on her link with Angel, she made her way downstairs to the library. By the time she reached the door her world had turned into a giant spinning blur. Lurching into the room, she stumbled to her knees, breathing heavy and trying to find which direction was up in this crazy place.
Angel looked up from the book he was reading to see Willow collapse onto the library floor. He was at her side in a second, focusing his senses to hone in on her body's distress. "How long's it been," he asked quietly, picking her up and laying her on a table.
"Over five hours. I hadn't realized. . . He's not back yet, Angel." A tear ran down her cheek, she was emotionally and physically drained.
"Shhh, it's ok Willow. Let me help you." The vampire tried to tug the neckline of her T-shirt low enough to feed from one of the marks comfortably, but it was too tight. He raised her unresisting arms and tugged the thin cotton over her head before gathering her close. "It's ok. I'm here. Everything's going to be all right."
The witch watched through half closed eyes as the handsome man above her morphed into a demon that at one time had haunted her nightmares. Now, instead of fear, the sight only brought her a measure of relief. She sensed more than felt his fangs slip into her flesh and then there was the suction and she felt the blood leaving her body.
Willow sighed, relaxing her body and tilting her head, nestling Angel's face deeper into her neck. He had been drinking for under a minute when the library door slammed back on its hinges and a low growl filled the room.
Willow's eyes fluttered open again and she smiled, seeing Spike standing there, glowering at Angel, who had just withdrawn his canines from her skin. "About time you showed up," he scolded his wayward grand-childe.
The blond stalked into the room, looking down at the flushed face of his witch. He had been wandering aimlessly when he had a sudden sense of fear hit him. And he just knew something was wrong with Willow. He had lost track of time and now here she was, having to go to the Poof to be drained again.
"I'm sorry, Red. I didn't realize how close it was to the time where you'd need bled." He slid the backs of his cool fingers against her overly warm cheek, smiling slightly as she leaned into his touch.
"Spike, I was worried about you," she whispered weakly.
"Sorry, pet. Had some thinkin' to do. Move over Peaches. I'll finish up here."
Angel didn't move, but stared down the younger demon before him. "Ours," he reminded the cocky blond.
This was one of the things Spike had been thinking about. Could he share his witch with the Poof? Did he really have any choice in the matter? He'd claimed Right of the Sire, the bloody bastard! But if Willow loved him as well, would he lose her if she were made to choose?
With an almost imperceptible nod Spike moved to the other side of the redhead. "Ours," he murmured softly, just loud enough for his grand-sire to hear his consent.
Willow gasped when she felt two sets of razor sharp fangs slide into her marks as both men began to work together to get her blood level back to normal. She held both tightly to her, drowning in the sensations assaulting her senses. Her low moans caused each vampire to growl in turn. Cool hands caressed her overheated skin, teasing both her and themselves.
When her heartbeat slowed to a more moderate pace and her shaking ceased, both dark and light vampires tenderly mouthed her wounds as the trickles of blood slowed. When her whispered "I love you" broke the silence, neither asked who it was meant for, both murmuring a similar response against her soft skin.
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