Tales of the Baron Ch. 01
*Chapter 1: The Story Begins*
“*Story Summary:* This is the story as told by Baron Erick Modeus, a demi-demon and powerful crime lord, and his attempt to gain control of all the supernatural beings and mystical objects in the world. The stories will crossover with many characters from other “Universes” such as BTVS, Witchblade, the Marvel Universe, etc.
*Warnings:* NC-17 for; Adult Situations, Features Heterosexual Sex, Lesbian Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Group Sex, Consensual Incest (between consenting adults) and in future chapters S&M, Mind Control, Bondage and Rape.
*Notes:* All the characters in the following story are original characters.
*Feedback: * This is my very first fan fiction story so let me know what you think.
*Disclaimer: * Some characters in this story will be borrowed from Comic Books or TV Shows. These characters are not mine, and I’m not making any money off this imaginary story, so please don’t sue me.”
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I am, Baron Erick Modeus, known to some as the Baron of Crime. Why do I call myself the Baron of Crime, you might ask? Technically I am a Baron, my lineage goes back to the Saxon Kings of ancient Germany, I even use the family’s old Coat-of-Arms around my household. But the real reason is that I like the sound of it. Crime Lord, King Pin, Crime Boss just don’t have the same sense of prestige that being the Baron of Crime does.
The soft smell of the night blooming jasmine floats up to me from the courtyard below. I stand here on my balcony in the very early hours on this fine autumn morning, the sun just beginning to cast a dull glow on the horizon. I have always enjoyed this time, the moment when the last few minutes of the darkness transforms into day. As I look down from the balcony at my city below I can’t but help feel a sense of pride. Things fell into place just as I have planned.
I have complete control over the political, financial and military powers that control this nation. With the El Presidente and his cabinet under my thumb, I can do whatever I want here. And in ten to twenty years when he dies, I shall seize control of this small but important South American country. It’s key location and large amount of natural resources will allow me to grow and expand my empire. Plus with the political power that I will gain from being the President of this country, I can expand my influence all over the globe.
My financial empire is strong and growing. Through the many companies that I own and all of my legitimate investments, I have more money than most third world nations. I sit on the Board of Directors of a dozen Fortune 500 companies and control a vast amount of other corporations through my agents.
Then I have all the income from my illegal operations. I directly or indirectly control over a third of the world’s illegal drug trade. As well as a quarter of the illegal arms black market. I am also involved in white slavery, international prostitution, bank fraud, blackmail, and extortion; if you can name it then I’m probably making money off it.
My house is a modern day Masada or fortress-like mansion, built up upon and into the hills above the city and on a clear day I can see hundreds of miles in every direction. In the far distance I can see the busy harbor of this important port city. There are dozens of small fishing boats preparing for launch as well as a few large cargo ships being loaded or unloaded. The city below is just beginning to awaken.
I hear movement behind me, the soft steps of bare feet on tile, coming towards me from my bedroom. As I turn towards it I look into the deep green eyes of one of the most beautiful creatures that walk this planet.
“Enjoying the view?” my wife asks, as she seductively walks towards me, hips swaying gently. As she approaches I take in the beauty of her naked form. Her waist length raven black hair flowing behind her, her ample breasts topped with dark nipples draw my attention. My eyes drop lower to see her womanhood still swollen, red and wet from our night of passion.
She raises her arms and places them around my neck; her body melts into mine and draws me into a deep loving kiss. I taste the sweet nectar of the other girls on her lips and this excites me. But I know she is too spent to do more than just kiss. I hold her in my arms, letting myself be absorbed into her kiss and her love. After our kiss breaks, I gently tuck a lock of hair that had come forward back behind her ear and ask, “How are you feeling this morning, Lyra, my Love?”
She steps back with one foot and says, “Well, my pussy is a bit raw and my ass is very tender,” she paused for a moment and then added with a smile, “so I’m feeling wonderful.”
“You can say that again,” comes from the doorway that Lyra had exited just moments earlier. Walking out towards us is Sabrina, my daughter, dressed in a black semi-transparent baby doll. Her long blond hair brushed smooth and a touch of makeup already in place. Except for the wetness leaking through the crotch of her lace panties you couldn’t tell that she’d spent the last seven hours engaged in wild sex.
She comes forward and embraces Lyra with a kiss that starts tender but turns passionate as Sabrina’s right hand reaches up to take possession of my wife’s left breast. Lyra breaks the kiss and steps away from Sabrina and I. “You’re as insatiable as your father,” Lyra says jokingly to Sabrina.
“It’s the Demonic blood,” Sabrina smirks back at her and then proceeds to embrace me. Her large full breasts are crushed into my chest as her skilled tongue works its way deep into my mouth. Her kiss is full of passion and hunger. As we break the kiss I can see the dark fiery passion in her eyes, she is truly mine.
We look over at Lyra who is already sitting down in one of the large wicker chairs that are scattered along the balcony. Phone in hand, she looks at us and asks, “I’m starved. What do you two want for breakfast?”
Sabrina replies, “Don’t bother the staff. I’ll take care of it.” She then takes a few steps towards Lyra, gestures towards the empty spot between them and after evoking a dozen words in Latin; a table bearing all forms of breakfast foods appears in a prismatic shower of light.
“Show off,” Lyra says, sticking out her tongue and reaching for the silver urn that she hopes holds the rich, dark Columbian coffee she craves.
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it,” Sabrina says with a smug smile, sitting down and reaching for the bowl of fresh fruit. The growth of her confidence and powers amazes me. She has really started to bloom under my instruction. Sabrina is a powerful witch and if she would fully embrace her dark heritage, she would be the most powerful witch in my Coven, maybe in the World. Unlike other witches of my coven that call me father, Sabrina is one of my true daughters, flesh of my flesh. Thus making her granddaughter of Asmodeus, the Arch-Devil of Lechery, my father.
Yes, that’s right I’m a half-breed, a very powerful half-breed. I am the bastard child of one of the most powerful Lords of Hell and an unfortunate human girl. Just like Merlin, but I accepted and embraced my dark heritage and have grown more powerful from it. That and had a few centuries more experience, I’m also much better looking.
I walk over and sit down between the two ladies, with my back towards the growing sun, “So, ladies, what’s on your agenda for today?”
“I’m going to meet Judy in an hour for our morning prowl,” Lyra answers, pouring the dark steaming liquid into a silver cup, “and then head back here for a catnap. After lunch I’m going over the security arrangements with Hunter for the Harem’s shopping trip to Paris. Sabrina, Dear, please pass me the cream,” she purrs.
I sometimes forget how much her feline habits transfer over to her human life. You see my wife, Lyra, is a Lycan or Lycanthrope, particularly, a were-panther. In fact, she is a pureblood, a noble of her kind, the child of two were-panthers. Which is very uncommon, because most Lycanthropes become sterile after being infected with the curse. But Lyra was born a lycanthrope and being a pureblood means she has near complete control over her ability to change forms, able to change shape at will, no Full Moon necessary. And thanks to a few enchantments I’ve placed upon her, the change is quick and painless, unlike other lycanthropes.
The sun rose above the horizon. Dawn is here. I look over at the ladies sitting with me and admire the similarities and differences between two of the most important women in my life. They are both strong confident, professional women. Lyra is 26 and was a security consultant and was once a superhero in Los Angeles before I captured her, while Sabrina, who just turned 30, was a fashion model and has her own clothing company that was the European rival of Victoria’s Secret, and until recently, a White Witch.
“What about you Sabrina? What do you have planned for today?” I ask, not knowing the trap that was being laid before me.
“Well father, I was hoping to spend some more time with you, if you don’t mind,” she said slyly, placing one hand on my thigh and in the other she seductively sucked a strawberry while looking at me with her sultry blue eyes.
“Of course you can spend the day with me, I would love it,” I respond as her hand slowly reaches up to my now swelling manhood. “What or who would you like to do today,” I smirk.
“I want you to tell me a story,” she says in her best little girl voice and then gives an evil smile to Lyra.
“What do you mean ’story’?” I ask, looking at her and then at Lyra, who was all smiles. “What is this about?”
“We decided that it’s about time for you tell us the full story,” Sabrina says as she slips out of her chair and gets on her knees in front of me.
“Yes, Husband, we’re tired of only knowing so little about your history,” Lyra said as she stood up and pulled the table away, getting down on her knees next to Sabrina who now has my bathrobe undone and is starting to work the first few inches of my hardening cock into her mouth.
“Yes, Father, I want to know. Lyra and the girls in the Harem all want to know about your early days. And the Coven records only go back to the 1820’s,” Sabrina explained, holding the base of my cock while Lyra slowly licked up and down my shaft. “Please, pretty please,” she said, almost begging before she took several inches of my hard cock deep into her throat.
“You know we won’t stop asking you until you give in,” my wife said as she massaged my nutsack. “Just like you use to tell me, ‘you can’t fight the inevitable, you will give in and yield eventually’,” she intoned, mimicking my voice.
“Alright, I know there’s no point in debating this when the two of you have your minds made up. And since you ask so nicely,” I told them as I reached down and lifted Sabrina up onto my lap just above my hard thick cock. I watched as she reached down between her creamy thighs and pulled her damp panties aside. She smiled as she placed the tip of my cock against her dripping cunt.
“Yeeeesssss!” she cried out and gave Lyra a high-five as she slid down my throbbing cock, taking all but a few inches into her tight cunt. Slowly, she began to work her self up and down my thick shaft. Meanwhile, Lyra was giving my balls a much desired tongue bath and began to rub her thumb against Sabrina’s tight pink rosebud as her other hand worked its way between her own legs to get at her wet and hungry pussy.
By now Sabrina was really starting to slide up and down my shaft taking all but the last two inches inside her moist depths. I could sense that she was already starting to build up to a quick climax, but I don’t want her to finish yet, I wanted to make this one incredible for her. I reached down and seized her ass with both hands and held her tightly against me. I brought my mouth down to her lace-covered breast and hungrily chewed on one of her nipples through the soft fabric. I’m not gentle with it; I chew and bite until her nipple is swollen hard and red. I roughly spread her ass apart and look down at my wife, who gives me a smile back. She is very familiar with Sabrina’s body and knows what gets her off. She also knows and understands what I like and what I want her to do. Lyra tears off Sabrina’s panties and slowly starts to work her tongue deep into Sabrina’s hot, musky ass.
Sabrina gasps at the new sensations and starts to grind herself against my cock. She gives me that look, the look that tells me that she is on the edge of a huge orgasm, but she just can’t reach it. As I look into her eyes, I look into her soul and I know that she is still a little bit troubled by the lust she feels for me. But it is time to make her mine, to let her know that I am in charge and that she will submit to me and give into her lust.
I grab her hips lifting her up almost off of my cock and tell Lyra, “Work on her ass”. Sabrina senses what is about to happen and throws her arms tightly around my neck giving me a rough kiss. When I feel a few of Lyra’s slender fingers push against my cock through the thin walls of Sabrina’s body, I decide it is time. I quickly pull her down, all the way down onto my cock until it slams against the innermost depths of her pussy. I raised her up again and look deep into her eyes and order, “Cum for me.”
She starts orgasming half way down my shaft, crying out “Fuck me!!’” I work her up and down my shaft harder as Lyra continues to slam three fingers deep into her sensitive back passage.
Sabrina is just starting to come down from her first wave of orgasms when Lyra stands up. She doesn’t remove her probing fingers from Sabrina’s ass, but grabs her hair, yanking her head back until it is face to face with hers, “That’s it! Ride it! Ride his huge cock, you dirty slut! Don’t pretend you don’t want this. Sluts like you need to have their cunts fucked a lot don’t they? You like my fingers? You like that?” she asks as she forces a fourth finger into Sabrina’s ass. Between Lyra’s harsh humiliating words and forceful fingering, Sabrina starts to peak again. Lyra leaned forward placing her mouth on Sabrina’s as she shoved her fingers deep into her, as deep as they can go. Sabrina’s cunt and ass go into overdrive as they begin to squeeze and spasm around us. Soon my cock is drenched in a shower of her girlcum as Sabrina cried out once more, and then went completely limp.
I slowly stood up and pull her off my cock and set her nearly unconscious body down into my chair. I look at my wife, Lyra, and grab her, pulling her into a tight embrace as we kiss each other passionately. I then turned her around and push her half way down onto Sabrina, in the process shoving my wife’s face into Sabrina’s full breasts. I then pull her hips up until she is standing bent over at the waist and step in between her legs. Her cunt lips were already swollen and dripping wet from her fingering herself and dominating Sabrina. I was just beginning to place my cock head against her very wet twat when she shoved herself back against me.
She took all of me within her moist depths and started to slowly grind her cunt against me. I knew she was about to cum and after Sabrina’s vigorous ride, I am very close myself, so I fuck her, fast and hard, slamming my cock as deep into her and as hard into her as I like. There was no need to be gentle for we both knew that she was accustomed to my size. She started to buck back against me, and she let loose a feral growl as she started to cum. I wanted to join her in the bliss. I grabbed her hips and crammed myself as deep as possible into her moist depths, so deep that I know that it hurt, it hurt her just the way she likes it. She looked over her shoulder at me, her face was contorted in both pain and pleasure and her eyes had morphed into a cats’. “Cum in me, my Lord” she growled at me as I began to flood her cunt with my seed.
By the time I was done filling her with my seed, she was completely transformed into her other form that of a large black panther with fierce green eyes. After I withdrew from her, she gracefully leapt up to the ledge of the balcony and then down into the courtyard below.
Later that same day…
We’re standing and waiting in one of the many large rooms that I have hidden deep underground beneath the mansion. I have hundreds of similar hidden chambers that were magically carved out of the hard bedrock that lies hundreds of feet underground. They were connected by a maze of tunnels that honeycomb the hills that surround the city.
I have a completely self-contained underground complex that houses the central headquarters of my vast criminal empire. This complex which some of my agents call the Labyrinth, houses over a thousand of my best agents and a few hundred members of my Coven. As well as a large amount of my personal fortune, a vast amount of my art collection and one of the largest library’s of mystical and occult lore on this side of the world.
The entire complex was carefully shielded by a four-layer security-defense system. The outermost layer is made of solid lead about a foot thick, this is an excellent form of protection from almost all forms of divination, scrying and magical travel. In addition this layer stops all modern x-ray or thermal imaging equipment and will shield the complex from radiation. The next layer is several meters of sand or cork, used to help absorb any impact from explosives or seismic activity. The third layer is a grid made of thick copper, gold and brass cables. The copper and gold cables have alternating electronic signals that will stop any form of high-tech communications as well as project a moderate strength force field. The force field isn’t strong enough to protect against any strong attacks, but it does completely seal the complex, thus we are protected from biological or chemical attack. As well as from any being that can turn themselves into a cloud of mist or tiny insect or such as vampires or superheroes. The inner most layer are the walls themselves, these are made from space age ceramic plates, that were originally designed by NASA scientists to protect the outer hull of the space shuttle. They are super-tough and can absorb a large amount of kinetic force and reflect an incredible amount of energy or heat.
This great room that we are waiting in is well over a hundred foot long and roughly forty wide, the walls are paneled in dark cherry wood and the floor is a checker board of white and dark green marble tiles. The room is relativity barren accept for a few benches between the large marble pillars that blend into the darkness of the high ceiling above. Some of my favorite pieces 16th and 17th century art hang from the walls, but the centerpiece of this room is a single massive mirror on the far wall.
I had the mirror made in fourteen eighty-two by the best craftsmen in Europe. The frame is made from five different types of wood and it took carpenters three months to assemble and another seven weeks to carve the ornate symbols onto its surface. The glass panels were made from a secret mix of fine sand and crushed gemstones and the silver plates behind them were cast from the purest grade. At the end of the process, the twenty mirrors were merged into one single mirror ten foot tall and twenty foot wide. Then it took me over a month to cast the enchantments upon it. The mirror was one of two specially created objects that could penetrate the defenses of the Labyrinth. In fact its power was so strong I doubt there was any place on this planet that it could not penetrate.
As I stood in front of it, gazing into its reflective surface, I focused on Lyra and her pet behind me. They were both dressed for a much colder climate, Lyra wearing a long white fur coat over a dark green jumper.
While her pet, Kathy, was dressed in a tight blue and white snowboarding outfit. Kathy is younger than Lyra; in fact she’ll turn eighteen next month. But the eight-year age difference has little effect on their relationship. I first thought it strange that Lyra would hook up with the youngest girl in my harem, but the two of them have been in love for nearly three years. Lyra bonded with the petite mutant girl within days of being captured and forced to join my harem.
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“You have to woo a lady.” Spike said to his counterpart. They were in a large room in the Crawford St. mansion. The two Willows were quietly comparing notes on their lives when the two vampires had exited the room.
“Wooing? You really are housebroken, aren”t you?”
“Be quiet, you stupid sod. Just remember who is sleeping with Willow and who is sleeping alone!”
“Fine.” He was about willing to do anything if it would win him her heart. “What should I do?”
“Listen carefully, you”ve got to have a plan.”
As Spike began to talk his twin began to smile, she would soon belong to him.
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Willow was jealous. “You actually went to Oxford?”
“Yes, I”ve been studying there for two years.”
“Wow!” She scooted closer to the other girl. “Do you have tea time? Have you gone to see Big Ben? Do you know what “bangers and mash” are?”
Willow 2 laughed. “Yes to all three! Willow, it”s so much fun there! I”m surprised you didn”t go, I really have enjoyed England. But what about you? Where did you decide to go? I”m sure you had lots of offers, too. Was it Harvard? Yale?” She wondered what her life would be like if she”d gone there.
“UC Sunnydale.” She admitted.
“What”s wrong with you?”
“Hey! I”ll have you know that I–”
“No, seriously, what”s wrong with you? Staying in Sunnydale. . .AKA demon central. Dating a blood-sucking fiend! Going to UC Sunnydale when you could have gone anywhere!”
“I stayed there to fight evil.”
“No, you stayed here to date evil.”
“Spike played no part in my decision making process! And who are you to judge my life?”
“I”m you!” Willow 2 huffed. “Wouldn”t you rather have my life than your own?”
“No, I wouldn”t want your life. You haven”t had the experiences I”ve had. I”ve helped save more people than I can count. Increased my witchy powers tenfold. A- And. . . know how many apocalypse I”ve helped stop? Seven! Count “em, SEVEN! So, put that in your crumpet!”
“What”s all the racket about?” Spike asked as he came in the door. He walked to Willow and kissed her upturned mouth. “You alright, pet?”
“Fine.” She murmured. “We just had a difference of opinion.”
“And here I thought you girls would be the best of friends.”
The two witches exchanged sheepish smile and said. “Sorry, Willow.” In unison and then they laughed. Spike smiled at both of the two beautiful red heads.
Spike 2 walked in the door, he looked nervous. And he was wearing a pair of dress pants and a red silk shirt. He tugged at the collar. Spike glared at him. “Sorry, I”m new to this.” He approached Willow 2 carefully. He spread his hands, put a smile on his devastatingly handsome face and asked. “Would you go on a date with me?”
Willow 2 cocked her head to the side, studying him carefully. “No.” ”No? No?!?” Spike 2 whipped his head around to glare at his double. “You said this would work!” He went to the other side of the room and viciously kicked a chair. “Argh!! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” He fastened his eyes on Willow 2 and then gestured to the other Willow. “She loves him! You should love me! It”s the way things are supposed to be.” He ran his hands through his hair in a jerky motion. “Bloody hell! What do you want from me?!?”
Willow 2 had been frightened at first. Now she was mad. She stood up. “What do I want from you? Nothing! You want something from me and I”ll be damned if I”m going to give it to you! And as for why I”m not in love with you?” She pretended to think about it and then begin holding up fingers as she listed reasons. “Let”s see. I hardly know you. You”re a soulless demon. You kill people for fun and food. You”ve been stalking me. You kidnapped me. You kidnapped Giles. You–”
“Let”s try to be calm about this.” Spike interjected, not liking the way things were going. Playing bloody cupid. . .he really was becoming the biggest poof ever. Angel might be in danger of losing his tiara.
Then he had an idea.
Spike gave Willow 2 his most boyish smile. The smile that lured countless women in dark alleys with him for a “drink”. The smile that allowed him to get out of trouble with Drusilla even when he”d done something horrible. She couldn”t help but return it. “Have dinner with me.” It wasn”t a question.
“Alright.” Willow 2 agreed automatically then clapped a hand over her mouth. How did he do that? She opened her mouth to take it back.
“None of that, luv. You agreed, it”s not nice to go back on your word, now is it?”
Spike 2 growled, vamping out. “You”re not going anywhere with her, mate.”
Willow flashed Spike a hurt look. She knew it was really her that he was taking out and why he wanted to do it . . .but it still stung. Spike went to her immediately and spoke in a low tone. “I”m in love with you, pet. I love her because she”s you but I”m not in love with her.” She threw her arms around him and kissed him.
Spike 2 got a very crafty look in his eye. He had figured out what his double was up to and was able to see past his jealousy and protective instincts. She needed to know what kind of vampire he evolved into, what he was like in a relationship. “I”ll let her go with you.” He offered magnanimously. His eyes warned Spike what he would do to him if he touched his Willow.
Willow 2 raised an eyebrow. “I don”t remember asking you or even needing your permission to go anywhere.”
Spike 2 pressed a hand to his forehead. Bloody other Spike better be a bleedin” miracle worker.
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At exactly 9 p.m., Spike and Willow 2 arrived at Milano”s Italian restaurant. The waiter brought them a big bowlful of hot garlic bread and their drinks. Spike had ordered a beer and Willow 2 got an iced tea to drink. “We”d like to place our orders now, mate.” Spike said.
“Very good, sir. What will you have?” The waiter said.
“Fettuccini alfredo with shrimp. The lady will have the vegetarian lasagne. We”d both like caesar side salads with our meal.” The waiter nodded and walked off to turn in their order.
Spike watched the young redhead. She smoothed the red napkin on her lap repeatedly and looked at the black marble table they sat at. “So, luv, why don”t you want to go out with me?” He took a piece of garlic bread and took a bite.
She took one too. “It”s not you. It”s him.” She spread her hands. “I don”t know what to do. He just keeps coming at me. He won”t give me a chance to catch my breath or to get to know him or to even think about it.”
“That”s his way.” Spike decided he should give her some perspective. “This Spike has never had a serious relationship as far as I know. He”s new to the whole idea. As for myself, my first serious relationship was with a beautiful vampiress named Drusilla.” He smiled in memory. “I loved her so much that it sometimes seemed as if we were the only two vampires on the planet. I adored her, would do anything to please her.”
Willow was awed, he had obviously been very much in love with the woman. “What happened?”
“She went out with a chaos demon. Left me all alone.” He said bitterly.
“I heard they had antlers.” She”d seen a book about demons in the magick shoppe near college and had been disgusted by what she had found out.
“And slime.”
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Spike 2 regarded the little red head as she sat at the table. “Well, what do you want to do, pet?”
Willow rolled her eyes. “Not sleeping with you.”
“I didn”t make any offers!” Spike 2 said indignantly.
“You were about to.” Willow lowered her eyes. ” It was different before, I wasn”t with Spike. Now I am, I love him.”
Spike 2 smiled. “Glad to hear it, pet. If you were mine, I wouldn”t share you either.”
“Could we play a game?”
“Guess we could.” He said thoughtfully. “We don”t have a pack of cards though. The only other games I know are played by demons and they require some. . .goat parts.”
“Eww!” Willow held out her hands. ” I know! Let me read your head.”
“Uh, luv, I thought we established that there would be none of that.” He smiled. “Not that I won”t be more than willing–”
“The thing on top of your shoulders!” She glared at him. “You know, phrenology.”
“You wanna read the bumps on my noggin”?”
“Yep, it”s supposed to tell your future and all about yourself.”
“Alright.” He sat down in front of he. “Like he”d pass up a chance to have her hands in his hair.
“Just relax.” She slid her hands over his scalp, murmuring an incantation. He was going to be a new vampire. No more killing for sport.
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“You tried to kill Willow before?”
“Uh, yeah.” This wasn”t going as well as he had hoped. “It only happened once. Or, er, actually twice. But I never did it!”
“Twice!?!” She shouted. “And she dates you now?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“She needs therapy.” Willow 2 shook her head.
“Now hold on just a minute, missy. We had our ups and down but we”re happy now. I don”t kill and she doesn”t curse me with a soul. It”s a happy medium.”
“I can see that.” She said snidely.
“Listen up, let me tell you a little something about Willow. Let you know why I love her so much. It all started when I was captured by these pansy ass soldier blokes who called themselves ” The Initiative.”"
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“Bloody hell!”
“Don”t be such a baby.”
“Why does my bleedin” head hurt? What did you do to me, witch?”
“Nothing.” Willow looked away, focusing on the ceiling tiles. “Now. Let”s talk about dating me.”
“I already am.” He said deadpan. He did not want to talk about this.
“No, the other you is.”
“In which case, I bloody well can”t.”
“Would you stop? Don”t you want me?” She chastised.
“Desperately.” He gave her a look that defined sin. She shivered. He winked.
“Stop that!” She scooted a little further away from him. “Listen. If you”re going to ever be with the other me, you have to understand a few things about me in particular and women in general.”
“Bloody hell!” He stood and began to pace in front of her, his frustration showing. “There shouldn”t be a way to lecture about love. It should be about passion. Romance. There should not be a manual!”
“Oh, but there is.” She smiled at his shocked expression, and with a wiggle of her fingers behind her back and a book appeared in them. It was a little spell she had made up for her and Buffy while in class. While it looked like a regular book and appeared to be complete from cover to cover, it was a book she could write through thought. When either she or Buffy concentrated on what they wanted to say, it would appear in the book and they could pass it back in forth in class. In this case, she could watch Spike 2 through a glowy sphere and think of the instructions she wanted him to follow. She tossed it in his lap.
Spike 2 held the book gingerly as if it were crawling with little nasties and read the cover. “Vampires Who Love Women . . .Who Hate Vampires. Cute, pet. But I don”t think so.”
Alright fine. He wanted to be difficult. She could be difficult, too. She grinned and looked at him. He shrank back. He wasn”t sure what she meant to do, but the last time she had given him that look he had met up with the vamp side of her. “Luv?”
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“But I suppose the real moment that I started to appreciate her was on Thanksgiving. You should”ve seen her with those ghost Indians. She was so brave. Hell, she was downright fierce.” He leaned back in his chair, a smile coming to his face as he pictured the scene in his mind. “She grabbed this shovel and just started pounding on them.” He stood up and held his hands in pantomime. He pretended to be hitting something with it. “Why. Won”t. You. Die!” He feigned several hard hits with the last word. Then settled back down in his seat. “It was bleedin” fantastic, as good or better than any Slayer.”
He”s so cute when he”s excited about something, even if it was about her “evil” twin”s penchant for smacking demons with things. “You don”t say.”
“I do!” He warmed to his story. “This one time, I was chasing her and her little friend down the hallway. She whacked this ninny I hired to work for me with a marble bust, nearly split his skull open.” He frowned. “Guess I tried to kill her three times.”
Willow 2 wasn”t sure how she felt about that, but she didn”t miss the unmistakable pride in his voice when he talked about the other her. “But she got away from you?”
“Actually, the Slayer showed up and ruined everything. . .as Slayers do.”
” She does great stuff like that too. She”s not all “fighty” though, got herself a tender heart, y”know. When I was tied up in the Watcher”s bathroom–”
Willow 2 turned green and put down her fork, lasagne forgotten. “I don”t think I want to hear this story.” So help her, if those two had. . .ick. . .with Giles.
“It”s not that kind of story, pet.” Spike said, grinning wickedly. “Though, if you”d like to hear about those I”m more than willing to oblige you. Could even give you a demo, if you”d like.” He couldn”t resist teasing her.
“N-no.” She”d almost said yes. “Continue.” She waived her hand.
“Anyway, she was good to me when the Watcher had me tied up, because he wanted information, nothing else! She brought me blood, watched Passions with me.”
He was almost like a regular man. A six foot tall charming man who seethed with sexuality. Maybe it wouldn”t hurt to date Spike 2, just maybe.
**********
“Do you believe in fairy tales, Spike?”
“No.” He crossed his arms. Where the bloody hell was this headed?
“Oh. Did you hear of one called The Frog Prince?”
“No.” He couldn”t see where this is going.
“Well, this beautiful princess found this frog one day, he retrieved a gold ball that she had lost while playing near the well. He asked to eat off her plate and sleep beside her every night. She was very cruel to the frog, resenting his presence. But one day, she kissed him. Do you know what happens next?”
“She got a wart?”
“No, he turned into a prince.”
“I see. That”s fascinating. Remind me to rent the Disney movie. This has sod all to do with me, though.”
“Actually, its going to come true for you.”
“You”re going to turn me into a bleedin” frog?!?!?” He yelped, backing away from her.
“Only for a few minutes, silly. Don”t get so upset.”
“Upset! You”re gonna make me green and give me webbed feet!”
“You”ve got a point, Spike. I hate frogs.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “How about a toad?”
“A toa–”ribbit”.” Spike 2 now sat at her feet, an enormous brown toad.
Willow smiled. “Now, let me explain this while I have a chance to do it uninterrupted. If you don”t follow my rules, I”m going to turn you into a toad for two minutes at a time.” The toad hopped up and down and she thought she heard a “bloody hell” when it croaked. She snapped her fingers.
Spike 2 looked down at his familiar black jeans and t shirt and heaved a sigh of relief. “You don”t play fair, luv.” He gave her small smile, admiring her grit.
“And?”
“And I”ll do it.”
*********
“I”ll do it.”
“You will?” Spike was elated. “You won”t regret this, luv. He”ll make you very happy.”
“I”ll give him a shot, I guess.”
“Don”t worry, now. Willow and I will keep an eye on you.” He grabbed up her wrap and put it around her slender shoulders. Then, he placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Let”s get you home now.” “Now that is what I call a big screen, luv.” Spike said, sitting back on the couch and putting his feet up on the coffee table.
“Knew you”d like it.” She pushed his feet down and he gave her an unrepentant smile. She shrugged it off and settled into his arms to watch the enormous glowing screen of light that she had created. It was the size of a wide screen television and enabled them to view their counterparts in the other world.
They had arrived just a few hours ago back in their own dimension. Spike had hugged Willow 2 goodbye. Then, Willow had taken Willow 2 back to Giles and given him a lengthy explanation of the Hellmouthy events. She hadn”t escaped without a description of her Sunnydale and the differences in that world. She had advised Willow 2 to not let Giles know she was dating Spike 2. It would only anger the Watcher and bring out his Ripper side. Then, she”d had to debrief her counterpart on who and what Ripper was.
Before she”d left through the portal she created, she had written Spike 2 a few directions for the date. Spike 2 had given Spike a very male, back-slapping goodbye hug. Then, he had tried to get much more than kiss on the cheek from Willow before he left. Spike had promptly threatened to dust him. The other vampire had merely grinned and kissed Willow in a lingering way that made Spike vamp out. Luckily, she managed to get both of them through the portal before blood was shed.
“So, when does the show begin, luv?”
Back to the present. “Pretty soon. He”s supposed to have her over for a late supper.”
“Go over the game plan with me one more time, pet.”
“Essentially I gave him some guidelines for dating me in the book. I will write more as I see fit. When he disobeys, I”m going to toad him.”
“Toad? Did you just say toad?” Spike gulped.
“Yes.” She smiled at him. “Something wrong?”
“Bloody hell! You didn”t say a word about that before.” He clenched his jaw. ” You know how you feel about frogs?” She nodded. “I feel that way about toads. Gah!” He shivered. “How could you do that to me. . .er. . .him?”
“He isn”t afraid of them.” She said defensively. Then she decided to press him for more information about this toad hang-up of his.”Why don”t you tell me why they bother you so much?”
“”Alright I”ll tell you even though you didn”t want to listen before. ” She motioned for him to continue, there would be time for blame later. ” Drusilla and I were in a swamp once. She said that we should hop around like a toad or some rot. I told her to shut her gob because toads don”t live in swamps but frogs do.”
“That was rude.”
“I know. Living with a crazy woman for over a century isn”t easy, pet. Sometimes, I got upset.” He said simply. “I had a lot to be worried about too. We had also been run out of a small English hamlet by a really angry crowd.”
“Why?”
“I ate a nun.”
“Oh, Spike.” She said with disapproval.
“I was hungry! And I had to do something while Drusilla was in the confessional.”
“She went to confession?”
“All the bloody time.” He chuckled. ” That reminds me, Angelus and I used to play a game. We”d eat a priest then we”d take turns playing the priest for Drusilla and she”d confess to us. We”d come up with all sorts of ways–”
“That”s about enough of that.” Willow said, feeling a little ill.
“Errr, right. That was the bad old days, I”m a changed vampire.” He winked at her to let her know he wasn”t completely tame. ” Anyway. . .I made fun of her a bit. Y”know how couples go on. I made fun of her sire and there may have been a comment about his parentage. Well, Dru got mad so she dug around in her warped memory and found a changing spell.”
“A changing spell?”
“Yep, it made me into an animal of her choice slowly. It took me a week to turn into a gigantic toad. My voice deepened and I started to croak. I even started hopping. My skin roughened up and I began to. . . to. . .to crave flies.”
“Eww!”
“You”re telling me! It took me nearly two months to convince her to turn me back. Do you know how hard it is to exist on insects and the occasional–”
“Please stop!” She took a deep breath. “No wonder you don”t like them.”
He sighed. “It”s over now, but I don”t ever want be a toad again.” He grinned at her. “I guess it made me feel better to talk about. Thank you, luv.” He kissed the top of her head. He thought for a moment.”But I can stand seeing him turn into one. Bloody sod deserves it for not treating her like the lady she is. And for hitting on you.”
Willow gave him a pleased smile and sweet kiss on the mouth. Spike responded by pulling her closer, he pulled her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her. “Let”s watch, pet.”
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