The Curse

by Morgana

You're the prince of evil
And hate rule your mind
You're the prist of fate
Satan lives behind your eyes

Believe you're never win
Keep away from me
Lies you tell
Hear the bell
You're time has come

You're the king of pain
A loser of your own
A creature of blood
And a friend of no one

["Spy of mas' on" by Grave Digger]

He was furious. Since she had left him he'd never been in another mood. (I cared for her all this time just to be left behind because she needed to search for her bloody Angel.) He kicked a can. (Bloody well! I can live without her, but someone will pay!) A little noise in front of him caused his attention. He saw the red head walking through the dark street. (Willow) An evil smile appeared on his face (So it will be her who is going to pay. Alright, in some way it is her fault. She's the one who cursed Angel again. If he wasn't cursed again he would have stayed with me and Dru. And Dru would still be by my side.) Spike repressed the thoughts about his role in the story. This whole thing about Acathla. He had to blame someone, because otherwise his fury would have vanished and left him in despair.

"Where're you going, luv?" She jumped and turned around.

"Spike!" she gasped, not able to believe what she saw.

"I'm honored you still remember me." Spike sat on a warm smile but his eyes remained cold. As quickly as it had come the smile disappeared.

"W-what do you want?" Willow tried not to look as terrified as she was.

"Hmm, let me see." Spike stroked his chin, pretending to think. "Oh, I remember. I want you." He grabbed her before she could run away and pushed her against the wall. Willow wanted to scream but Spike's grip around her throat tightened. She panted in order to get some air.

Black veils danced in front of her eyes.

She was losing consciousness.

Suddenly Spike removed his hand. Willow coughed and glanced around to find a way to escape. There was none.

Spike's cold gaze made her shiver.

(Why am I still alive? What does he want? Isn't he here to kill me?) These questions ran through Willow's mind over and over again.

"I need you conscious. It'll be no fun if you faint."

(Oh my God, what is he going to do with me?)

She looked at him with horror.

Spike pulled a dagger out.

Willows eyes widened with fear when it touched her.

The blade draw a line from her collarbone to her throat leaving a bloody trail on her soft skin.

Eventually it stopped over her pulsating carotid.

She didn't move. She didn't even breath.

The dagger cut her skin but not deep enough to hurt the artery.

Then it was removed.

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you." Spike saw the relief. He let the hope grow and then smashed it.

"To be exact, I won't kill you right now. I'll do it after we had had some fun. Be sure, you'll plea for death."

(I have to get out of here.) Willow tried to struggle free but she had no chance.

"Please..." she begged.

"Shh" he hushed her. "It's still to early for that. You need to have patience. You're allowed to beg as much as you want later. I promise." He chuckled. She trembled under his hands but his statement gave her strength. Her knee hit him between the legs and she pulled free as he loosened his grip.

Spike gasped in pain though he needed no air. (That hussy will pay!) He vamped out and ran after her. Against his vampiric speed Willow had no chance. As he reached Willow Spike knocked her to the ground in a brutal way.

"Very bad idea." He snarled gripping her hair. Spike dragged her to her feet and sank his fangs into her neck. Willow tried to fight him but he was too strong. (Perhaps it's better this way. At least I'll have a quick and almost painless death.) She accepted her destiny and stopped defending.

Spike was lost in the sweet taste of her blood. Underneath his desire he felt something was wrong. He stopped drinking as recognition hit him. "Oh no, you won't get rid of me that easily." He whispered into her ear destroying her hopes.

He let go of her. Without him holding her she hit the floor hard. Spike turned Willow around to face him. She was to weak to fight him as he ripped her shirt off.

(Oh my God, he's going to rape me!)

He knew what she was thinking and grinned at her. "Patience, luv. We'll come to this, later." He searched for something in his pocket. "But first I'll show you how I got my nickname."

He raised a railroad spike. Willow screamed as it punctured her shoulder. Then everything went black.

"Shit!" Spike looked at his victim. Disappointed.


Pain. Nothing but pain. It flooded her entire body. She tried to move but couldn't. She wanted to scream but no sound came.

Then she saw him. He smiled evilly as he reached out and tore the metal out of her shoulder.

The pain grew. It burned inside her head.

He raised the spike and thrust it down again. She saw it like a slow motion.

"NOOO, OH GOD PLEASE NO!" Willow cried out.

"Shh, no one will hurt you. Everything is okay." Caring hands stroked her cheeks. Eventually she opened her eyes realizing she wasn't in the dark alley anymore.

"Where", she swallowed, "where am I?"

"In hospital. I found you in the streets. Unconscious." Buffy replied. She sat down on the edge of Willow's bed. "What has happened?"

"I..." Willow tried to explain but her throat was too dry. "Spike", was all she could manage to say.

"I'll kill him!" Buffy remarked with a voice as cold as death itself. Satisfied with the Slayer's words Willow closed her eyes again not able to stay awake any longer.


"Hello, luv."

Willow opened her eyes slowly, afraid of what she was going to see. "Spike!" He stood in front of her bed and gave her a mischievous grin.

"Yeah, it's me. Surprised?"

"Why are you here?" Willow croaked.

"I was worried about you so I decided to come around." She gave him a look. He smiled at her maliciously. "Actually I'm here because we have to finish our little date."

He stepped closer and Willow couldn't help flinching away from him. (Buffy! I need to get Buffy!) She glanced around hastily.

"If you're searching for the Slayer, she's out on patrol. Searching for me." He chuckled. His hand moved forward to her bandaged shoulder and squeezed it, causing her whimper. "This time nothing will interrupt us, luv," he promised.

Willow reached for the emergency-bell. Spike took it away. "You wouldn't want anyone to come here and get hurt, would you?" His eyes flashed yellow to stress his threat.

"No," she whispered.

"Good girl." Spike caressed her hair. Suddenly his grip tightened. "Time to play!" Spike snarled his game face on.

"Willow?" Buffy's voice sounded from the hallway.

Spike growled in frustration. "Sorry, luv. Time for me to go." He headed towards the open window. "See you later!" he added and disappeared into the night.

"Buffy!" Willow's terrified scream filled the room as the Slayer came in.

"What's wrong?" Buffy asked confused.

"No- nothing. Just a nightmare." Willow lied. (Why am I not telling the truth?) her inner voice questioned. (Because she would only stake that bastard and that's not enough for you. You want him suffer!) the dark part of her mind answered.

"I'm sorry but I couldn't find Spike."

"Mmmh." Willows mind raced.

"I'll pursue him again tomorrow."

"Mmmh." She was searching for the worst she could do to him.

"Are you listening?"

"Mmmh." An idea formed in her mind.

"Spike is standing right behind you."

"Mm- WHAT?"

"You haven't heard a single word, do you?" Buffy asked.

"I- I'm sorry but all those pain-killers. It's hard to focus on something."

"Okay. So I'm going to let you sleep." Buffy squeezed Willow's hand to comfort her friend and left. She didn't see the evil smile that slowly appeared on Willow's face.


Willow looked around in her room. Now the time had come. After a few weeks of intensive research she had eventually found the fitting spell. She grabbed the thirteen candles, twelve black ones for the circle and a single red one as focus. After every candle had been placed she lit them. She took the Orb of Thesulah and sat down in front of the magic circle. The clock announced midnight.

Willow raised her arms and began to chant.

"Ancient gods I call out to you! Take my blood as sacrifice and fulfil my wish!"

Willow reached out for the dagger and hesitated. (What am I going to do? What right do I have to judge him?) She felt uncertain. (The right of the victim!) her evil side replied. (What do you think he'd done to you if he had not been interrupted? Go on, he deserves it!) She cut her hand and let a few drops of her blood fall onto the orb, then continued.

"I demand for vengeance, so hear the curse and make it come true!

Let him who has done this to me be punished for all eternity! Never without agony, tormented by memories, always haunted by his sins, alone never able to break free, damned until the end of all days!"

She dripped some more blood onto the orb and looked up to the full moon.

"Ancient gods I call out to you, listen to me and fulfil my Wish! I command to his soul: RETURN!"

The red candle flickered and died. The orb began to glow brighter and brighter until it shattered and the light disappeared.

(Happy birthday, Spike!) She laughed and blew out the black candles.


He plunged the railroad spike into his victim's heart wishing it was Willow's.

Spike got up and let his gaze roam over the cemetery. The pain hit him unprepared.

He gasped and fell to his knees. Fire seemed to race through his veins as he cried out in agony. Then everything went black.

the end