Title: Ruler
Author: Athenewolfe
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Prompt: #03 Ruler
Word Count: 632
Rating: R?
Table: 50 Dark Fics
Summary:Dark Spike/Willow set in an alternative season four where Spike was in Sunnydale but not captured. Not a happy fic, evil Spike.
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Spike took out the ruler, such an innocent object. Found in every school room, every backpack. A small object which conjures up thoughts of kinky sex games and spankings; it took an inventive mind to think of ways to create havoc and pain with it. To utilize it as a weapon, drawing out the torture when one is held captive by the sun; luckily he had such a mind.
He looked at Willow. So beautiful in her terror. It was so easy to bring her to this point. Her innocence had been like a beacon to him, begging him to take her, ravish her, and break her.
He started with a look; full of longing, desire, and wanting. She had flushed and looked away. From then it was simple. Small touches, a kind word here and there. He had been gentle, keeping his distance, yet running into her enough to engage in short conversation and occasional compliments. There was never anything she could really report to the Slayer. What would she say? ‘Spike complimented my hair?’ ‘I ran into Spike and he didn’t try to kill me?’
Nothing she could say would have raised an alarm. But he could tell he was affecting her. The arousal when he came near; The nervousness which slowly transformed into desire.
Gradually he increased their encounters; taking months to get to the point where she would trust him. Months of stalking her to find out her wants and desires; Of placing them in non-threatening situations. A compliment at the ice cream parlor, a conversation about a book at the library, listening in silence to the band at the Bronze.
Months of ‘innocent encounters’ where he left her confused, conversations here and there about her interests. He plied her with attention and she absorbed it like a sponge. A few times he caught her looking for him. He took his time. He knew the wait would be worthwhile.
She never reported him to the Slayer and gradually she relaxed; treating him as a friend and not the enemy. Then came the moment he waited for. The wolf boy betrayed her and she came running to find him. Sobbing how no one would listen to her, how she was alone in her pain.
It was a stupid move. She should have known a vampire wouldn’t change.
The ruler in her backpack was just a bonus. Not his ideal instrument of choice. But he made do. The wooden ruler she used for art class had one of those lovely straight edges that gleamed in the dark light. It really wasn’t sharp enough to cut through skin – normally - but with vampire strength behind it, it worked out fine.
It took hours to decorate her flesh. Slashes and cuts just as he liked it. Her chest was in ribbons, dark red blood coating her slightly. There was very little blood for the amount of damage done. One of the advantages to being a vampire is that one could make torture last for hours. Every razor like cut was followed by his tongue: probing, licking, and sucking. Increasing her pain with the application of pleasure, increasing her desire and terror at the same time.
The true masterpiece was her back. He gently but firmly applied pressure; Trying to keep her alive and conscious through the majority of his work. It was beautiful - a delicate looking railroad spike; signing her body as if she was a painting. It was rather disappointing that she hadn’t been awake for its conclusion.
Regardless, it was an excellent signature, taunting the Slayer with the knowledge that he had been here and taken away something precious to her.
As Willow’s heartbeat finally faded he tossed the ruler aside.