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~ He could feel it. The passion and the fire within himself. It
had become too much to bear. He could feel his heart pounding in
his chest, so fast that he was beginning to wish it would just
burst.
Although London during winter was a very cold city, he was hot. He
felt his skin burning. He had to go out from that room, from that
white sheet of paper, he was looking at.
The words in the sheet seemed to blur.
He had been activated.
Few words to describe the end of his human life.
Few words and two names.
Angelus and Drusilla. He had to contact them somehow. He had to
stop the Scourge of Europe.
William closed his eyes. He felt like jumping out of his skin. He
had never felt that restless…
He slipped on his brown duster. He took a look outside the window;
it was raining, so hard that he could barely see what was outside.
He took a deep breath while he watched the room where he lived in.
It was small and poorly furnished, a crumpled sheet was on the
floor, he knelt taking it in his hands, he
lowered his head toward it and closed his eyes, thinking for an
instant of his family.
They believed him dead. He had left them, left to pursue his
dreams, to pursue the passion which burned within
himself. He wondered whether they had
been disappointed in him. He wished he would have had the chance
to explain things to them.
He shook his head at those thoughts. He was a Watcher, he was one
of the Eletti, sacrifice was part of
his life.
He tightened his duster around himself, with that weather; he was
going to catch a cold. He couldn’t help laughing at that thought.
He was going to die, probably very soon, which difference was a
cold going to make?
But he was so hot...he needed that rain, he shrugged then left his
room.
He walked slowly down the streets. He marveled admiring how the
moonlight reflected on the wet pavement, giving it silvery sparks;
he looked at how the rain tickled against the glass of the lamps.
The rain was soaking his shirt and trousers, his shoes had holes
in its soles and his feet were cold and wet with rain. He was
shivering, yet the fire within himself
was far from extinguished.
Usually he could drive his passion elsewhere by spying on the
vampires. He had learnt to block out his feelings. That night,
though it seemed too difficult. That night even breathing seemed
too difficult.
That was probably his last night as human. That could probably be
the last time his feelings were pure and not contaminated by the
demon that was going to live within himself.
Yet, unconsciously, he was already looking for them, for Angelus
or Drusilla.
There weren't many people on the street that night, just the usual
guttersnipes and whores. He briefly pondered whether he could
afford a whore for a last shag as
human. Not that he usually went looking for them, he couldn't
afford them and besides, although shy, he wasn't ugly. There were
women who fancied him; he wasn't a virgin any more.
Sex for the sake of it usually didn't matter to him. Yet he felt
so alone, that night. He sighed feeling his eyes fill with tears;
he angrily wiped them away with the back of his hand. He ran a
hand through his wet hair.
The fire was becoming less intense, more bearable.
"I'm going insane" he whispered closing his eyes, smelling the
rain. He took deep breaths, he had always loved rain's smell, it
had always had the power to relax him, even
the grey smell of London's rain had that power over him.
He opened his eyes, and continued to walk, there was a church
nearby, he knew it was always open,
perhaps
he would have found some comfort on a sacred ground, although he
doubted anything could comfort him in that moment.
He didn’t have doubts about his calling, he didn’t have second
thoughts. He just wished he had more time.
He started when he heard footsteps. He was so used to spying
creatures of the night, that he had almost forgotten how dangerous
London could be at night. He turned around toward the steps and
his breath caught in his throat.
Drusilla.
He knew her. He had occasionally spied on her. He had read
something about her. He suspected she was insane, and cruel. He
knew she was Angelus’ childe, they were always together.
Always but not that night.
She was alone, slowly walking under the pouring rain. William
swallowed, blocking out his fears, his thoughts.
Looking at her from a closer distance he couldn’t help noticing
how beautiful she was. She looked like a princess. Her waist
length black hair was elegantly picked; her skin was smooth and
pale, so very pale. She was wearing a light grey dress, the rain
had made it transparent, she was
wearing a long, black mantle.
William took some steps forward, getting close to her. He realized
her neck and hands were dirty with blood, yet she looked
frightened
<It is time to begin > he thought.
"M'lady...are you all right?" he asked
The vampire lightly started, she looked at him for some long
seconds, tilting her head on a side, but didn't speak.
"Are you hurt?" he asked. She looked so frail, so broken. He
couldn't explain the sudden and ferocious need to protect her, he
felt, even knowing who she really was.
The woman weakly nodded at his words. William took a deep breath,
what was happening to him?
“Did somebody hurt you? You are bleeding”
Drusilla’s eyes widened. William noticed their color…and suspected
that if he wasn’t careful he could lose himself in them.
“M’Lady? Talk to me…should I call your parents, the police?” he
asked, wondering at how fast his heart was beating.
Drusilla got closer to him. Rain drops were beading her beautiful
face. He resisted the urge to wipe them away with his fingers.
She looked into his eyes and told him in a sing-song voice, "My
daddy doesn’t want me home, tonight.”
“You shouldn’t walk alone at nights…it could be dangerous for
you.” William said.
“He said I have to come back before dawn…he doesn’t want the sun
to kiss me” she continued, slowly circling him.
Drusilla grazed his shoulders with a finger, a smile was crossing
her lips, and “You are so lonely…”
William closed his eyes. He head read about Drusilla’s psychic
abilities, he hadn’t imagined they were so accurate.
“I am…” he admitted.
Drusilla nodded, while with a finger she traced his neck, she was
so close to him now, that she could easily whisper in his ear,
“The stars are singing to me. The stars say you have fire in you,
you have power, you have darkness...but you have a heart."
William gently took her from her shoulders and looked into her
eyes before asking, “What are the stars telling you?”
She looked back at him before screaming. She slowly knelt on the
wet pavement, covering her face with her hands, ordering him to go
away.
"You want to taste the darkness…" she almost growled when he
didn’t comply. It wasn’t a question; there wasn’t uncertainty in
her voice.
William knew that his chance had arrived. He knelt beside her and
gently placed his hands on her shoulders, “I want the loneliness
to stop…can you understand that?”
“You can still save yourself…the stars are begging me to spare you
from the darkness…” she said in a child-like voice. She screamed
again, William looked around to make sure no one was seeing them.
“Perhaps this is the only way to save me… can’t you see it in my
heart?” he asked. He knew he was risking to be discovered, but
that was probably his only chance.
“Please, save me…” he added in a low voice.
Drusilla raised her head, she was in her game face, and “Do you
still want to be saved?” she growled.
William nodded, Drusilla tilted her head and said, “The stars say
you are not afraid of me…of what I am”
“I want to be like you…”
She nodded at him, then with a non
human strength she pulled him to her, tilting with her hand his
neck on a side, exposing it.
And death surrounded William Appleton. Death became him.
~
Spike awoke with a start. He hadn’t even realized he had dozed
off. He ignored the others’ looks and bent to pick the book that
had fallen on the floor when he had awoken.
He shook his head trying to shake away the restlessness caused by
the dream; it had been ages since the last time he had dreamed
about the night he had been turned.
Why was he dreaming about when he was still alive? Why that
sadness didn’t leave him? He had accepted his calling, welcomed
it, actually. He didn’t have time to think about the past, not
when so much was at stake.
He angrily threw the book across the room. He was furious and
scared and while he was used to being furious, he didn’t like at
all being scared….not when there were so many lives at stake…not
when fear clouded his mind.
No matter how much he tried to, he couldn’t remember what had
happened when the purple mist had enveloped them.
He just recalled the words the entity had uttered…and then the
mist. He’d fought it, trying to break free, but when he’d been
able to, the Watcher and Willow had already disappeared.
Heta7tanatos had begun…and to complete it they had taken Giles and
Willow as tools. He knew what the Eletti were going to say. They
were going to order him to let them die. They were going to tell
him they weren’t important.
He knew why Willow and Giles had been taken…they were the people
both Buffy and he, cared the most.
He knew that he wasn’t going to obey those orders…he wasn’t going
to let Giles and Willow die.
He was surprised realizing how much he had grown to care about
Willow.
No one knew about it, and until the night before Spike hadn’t
even suspected the depth of his feelings for her.
He’d always told himself he had grown to care about her, because
she was the only one among them, who showed some real respect to
him.
She’d been the only one to accept him and understand the hell he’d
been through for the last year, for some strange reason they were
able to understand each other’s pain.
She cared about him and she didn’t even know he *wasn’t* a
soulless vampire…and mostly she didn’t care.
Last night, when he’d found out that she’d disappeared he’d
realized how deep his feelings were. He not only cared for
Willow…his feelings were much closer to *love* than
mere care.
After Drusilla, he’d believed he would have never loved someone
else, not a vampire much less a human. He still loved Drusilla, he
hadn’t forgot her…and he knew he wasn’t going to anytime soon, but
he *loved* Willow as well.
He kept repeating to himself nothing good came from loving a
human. If anything the whole mess with Angelus and the Slayer had
taught him that.
An Eletti couldn’t love a human…soul or not. It was dangerous…for
everyone. It was a weakness that couldn’t be afforded. They hadn’t
forbidden him to love Drusilla. Actually it had begun as his
cover. Even if his love for Drusilla had clouded his judgment from
time to time, he had always been able to do his job.
Loving a human was different.
Humans were just a nuisance.
Images of Willow’s smile flashed in his mind. Willow wasn’t a
nuisance. She had never been.
Humans were frail, mortal.
He kept telling himself all of this, but it didn’t help. His
feelings for Willow were still there…and Willow was still missing.
He slammed an empty mug against a wall, ignoring the others’
glares, he could see through the corner of his eyes that Buffy was
looking at him with a strange expression on her face.
She understood him, Spike realized. She understood his feelings
for Willow, and his anger. She didn’t know about his calling, but
she understood his feelings, she understood how bitter realization
was. She understood because she was feeling the same things.
He’d seen it in her eyes. He’d watched as the realization of her
feelings for the Watcher had slowly dawned on her.
<About damn time>
He thought while lighting a cigarette. He knew Giles was crazy for
her, he had lived with him for months, after all, and he’d always
suspected that if Buffy really looked into herself she would have
realized she was in love with him as well.
He sat on the couch and picked a book, flipping through the
pages, without really reading them. They had spent the day
researching and trying to reach that Ethan Rayne bloke, he’d even
forced Buffy to train.
While the others thought they were still researching, Spike had
actually waited for orders. Orders that he knew weren’t going to
arrive anytime soon…in the meantime they were helpless, a feeling
Spike didn’t like to feel, it reminded him of when he’d been
confined on a wheelchair.
“I can’t believe there’s nothing, not even in the Watcher’s
diaries!” Xander exclaimed throwing away the last of the diaries
he’d been reading.
Spike just glared at him, he was very pale, and looked like he was
in pain, which he probably was. He had tried to talk to him into
taking pain killers, but he’d adamantly refused, which had only
added on Spike’s frustration.
“I should go out patrolling” Buffy said getting up from the floor
where she’d been researching.
“Don’t even think about it, Slayer…we are to be together if we
want to find out what happened to your friends!”
Buffy looked at Spike and hissed, “Does the word ‘Sacred Duty’
rings any bell to you?”
< If only you knew> Spike bitterly thought.
“Does the word ‘I don’t give a flying fuck about it’ do the same
to you?” he hissed back.
“Giles would want me to keep patrolling” she said.
“Probably, but guess what? He’s not here….and you’re not leaving
this house” he said.
“Or you do what? You tickle me to death?” she said putting her
hands on her hips.
“Nothing that a Tylenol can’t cure…” he said morphing in his game
face.
“C’mon, let me see how you embarrass yourself, Fangless boy!”
“Bitch!” he hissed
“Bloodsucker…oh wait, you can’t *suck* anymore” she hissed back
“ENOUGH!!” both Anya and Xander shouted.
Spike and Buffy looked at them, Spike morphed back in his human
face while Buffy looked away.
“Buffy? Spike is right you’re not going to leave this house…we
need you here!” Xander said
“See?” Spike said smirking at her.
“And you…what the hell is your problem, Spike?” Anya asked.
“I’m trying to help you lot!” He shouted
“You’re driving us crazy!” Xander retorted “You’re worse than
Giles at his worst! We’re worried sick about them…but they’re our
friends, what’s your excuse?”
Spike shot a furious glance at him then said, “I don’t owe you
explanations, you little twerp!”
Xander just rolled his eyes and shrugged he was about to say
something, when the door of the apartment opened, they all turned
and looked toward the person who was standing on the doorway.
“Am I interrupting something?” Ethan Rayne drolly asked entering
the living room. He closed the door behind him and smiling asked,
“Where’s Ripper?”
The blonde human projectile surprised him. Buffy launched at him
and pinned him to the wall.
“What is your problem?” He rasped.
“What did you do?” Buffy hissed.
“To who?” Ethan asked
“Whom” Buffy automatically corrected him, she blinked and suddenly
let go of him. She shook her head, feeling tears swelling in her
eyes; she swallowed then whispered, “To Giles and Willow…”
Ethan looked at her then he said, “I don’t know what you are
talking about…”
“Oh, it’s very simple” Xander interjected, “We were fighting
demons and vampires, a purple mist suddenly enveloped us, when it
dissipated the demons and the vampires had disappeared and with
them Giles and Willow ”
“A purple mist, you said?” Ethan asked.
All of them noticed that Ethan had suddenly massaged his arms
trying to get rid of the goosebumps which had formed on them.
Xander just nodded at him. Ethan looked at Buffy and said,
“There’s nothing you can do…if *it* has taken Ripper and the
little witch you just have to pray theirs has been a quick death…”
Buffy grabbed Ethan for the collar of his shirt and hissed, “What
the hell are you talking about?”
“Hell?” Ethan almost laughed, “You are much closer to the truth
than you imagine…”
“He was the answers to your prayer, slayer?” Spike asked getting
close to them. He hadn’t missed the look of pure terror in the
man’s eyes. If a sorcerer who adored Chaos was that scared, things
were worse than any of them could ever suspect.
Buffy turned to look at Spike, the vampire had morphed in his game
face, she shrugged and said, “I guess I was wrong”
Spike took a step closer “Big bloody shook…”
Buffy turned toward the vampire, she looked at him, understanding
in their eyes, she smiled and turning toward Ethan she said,
“Well…that doesn’t mean I can’t make it right…say your prayers to
your favorite demon Ethan, because you’re gonna meet him soon…”
Her hands went on Ethan’s throat and squeezed, Ethan choked,
“wait…I…can…still…help…”
Buffy’s grip on Ethan’s throat lessened, she looked at him and
hissed, “How?”
“I…can try to locate them…” he rasped…
“He’s lying, ducks…kill him” Spike’s voice called, Ethan blinked
and looked at the vampire, who had morphed back in his human face
and had lit a cigarette, he looked amused.
“No…I…know black magic…”
Buffy let go of him and said, “Fine…but if you lie…Spike and I
will be glad to finish this…”
“I’m not lying...”
“Prove it…”
Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but he winced when the room was
suddenly lit by a bright purple light. They all froze, when a cold
purple mist slowly engulfed them. Buffy stood near Spike, trying
to see the form moving behind the purple halo, a voice coming from
it addressed to her saying,
No one has got to help you, if you want the
humnas back
“What do you want?” Buffy asked, taking a step toward the light
I want you
“What do you want from me?” Spike asking stepping near to Buffy.
I want you as well
The voice said.
“What for?” they both asked.
You’re not in the position to ask any
questions…if you want to see the humans again …I just
want you, I don’t really care for the others…
“Well, we’re here…what are you waiting for? Let the others go…”
Buffy said.
Oh, I’m ready for you, but I don’t think you’re ready for me,
yet….
“What is this supposed to mean?” Spike asked, trying to ignore the
ancestral fear he was feeling.
It’s supposed to mean you’ll have to find me…it’s been an easy
hunt…too easy…and I like a good challege…
“So, do you want us to find you?”
Yes…you have three days from now, only the two of you…if you’re
late they die…if you’re on time, like I want you to be, you
die…but they get to live…
Spike smirked, “Why me? Why should I care whether the witch and
the watcher died? Mate, demon here, remember?”
You, a Demon? You know what and who you are, we both know who you
are…traitor! But I won’t stop you…you can step away, but if you do
the witch dies an awfully painful death…
“So what? You’ll get the same question from me, ‘why in the bloody
hell should I care?” Spike said again ignoring the demon’s words.
He felt his cover shattering under Buffy’s gaze, but he didn’t
care, he went on saying, “I’m a demon…I’d ask you to let me
watch…’”
Buffy shot an angry look at Spike, the vampire ignored her but
said, “What did you expect, slayer? I quit, do what you want, I
won’t participate to your little hunt”
I’ll kill both of them and the Slayer…
“Be my guest…” he smirked and said, “You know what I think? I
think that it’s no true we need you…it’s you who need us; you need
both of us, don’t you? You want us go looking for you? Fine…but
we’ll play by my rules…”
I could kill all of you in an
eyelash….
“No you can’t…not now, at least…you said it, mate…*we* have to be
ready for you…so now, I'll tell you what…” Spike started
You have three days from now…if you’re late they both die…
The voice said interrupting the vampire.
“Yes you already told this…but how do we know they aren’t already
dead?” Buffy asked.
They aren’t…I’m just having a little
fun with them…
The demon actually chuckled at its words before adding,
I’m not sure, though, whether your friends are having a good
time…I wouldn’t be late if I were you…
“Where…” Buffy began.
The demon interrupted her saying,
We’re close, if that can help…
with that the voice and the purple light disappeared
“Gee thanks…” Buffy muttered under her breath trying to shake away
the dizziness, she took a look at the occupants of the room.
Xander and Anya were both lying on the couch, apparently
unconscious
< That’s really becoming a habit… >
She thought, shaking her head. Ethan was sitting on the floor,
leaning his head against a wall, breathing heavily, he was very
pale.
She shrugged and looked at Spike, the vampire snorted and moved
toward the sorcerer, while she approached her friends. She knelt
next to them and woke them up.
Spike helped Ethan to his feet, ignoring Buffy’s glares. He didn’t
have time to deal with her questions. His mind was quickly forming
a plan.
He was sure the Eletti weren’t going to reach them in time…so he
had to act quickly…there was just one option.
He could feel Buffy’s look on him. He knew she wanted answers and
realized lies weren’t going to be enough that time. He turned
toward Buffy. The woman looked at him and said, “I think you owe
me an explanation…Spike…”
“I don’t…but I'll tell you the truth. Not here though, and sure as
hell not now.”
They stayed in silence for some minutes, then Buffy said, “So…what
do we do?”
Spike shrugged and said, “We’ll go to him…”
Together they began planning.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Giles looked at Willow, the young witch was frantically
researching on her trusty laptop, she
apparently couldn’t help the tears which kept veiling her eyes.
He sighed, trying to block away the heartbreaking images of a
dying Buffy trying to tell him she loved him, and how he had
whispered he knew, he’d always known, even after she’d died.
He had heard Willow’s heart wrenching screams, he’d at first
thought they were about Buffy, only when he had turned he’d
realized Spike had died. He had died to save Willow’s life, just
like Buffy had died to save his.
He hadn’t been able to let Buffy go to get closer to Willow, had
just held Buffy tighter to him, while tears had spilled down his
cheeks landing on Buffy’s forehead.
The last thing he remembered was Xander forcing him to let go of
his hold on Buffy, while Anya tended on Willow, who hadn’t
regained consciousness.
Xander had inadvertently squeezed his dislocated shoulder, and he
had passed out, greeting the darkness which had taken him away
from the hell of living without Buffy.
When he’d awoken, he’d immediately understood something was wrong.
It had taken a while for him to realize what was wrong. When he’d
seen Spike watching the tv in his living room, he’d realized he
was reliving the day before.
He got close to Willow and sat next to her asking, “How are you
feeling?”
The red-head looked at him and whispered, “I’m afraid, Giles…I
don’t want them to die…”
“I know…I don’t exactly fancy it myself.” He said taking out his
glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“How is Buffy?” Willow asked.
“Confused, I think…”
“You didn’t talk to her?” Willow asked.
“No…and you didn’t talk to Spike, either.”
“What should I tell him, Giles?” Willow weakly asked. “Oh, please
don’t dust on me?”
Giles saw how Willow had looked at her hand, closing the left in a
fist and had shaken her head. He lengthened a hand and closed it
over hers saying, “We shall find a solution, Willow…”
The young red-head nodded her head, she raised it and looking at
him said, “She would kill me, if she knew I’m gonna tell you
this…but…” she swallowed “she loves you…”
Giles averted his gaze from her and whispered, “I know…”
“How?” she said.
“She tried to tell me…” he lightly shook his head and continued,
“Although I've known for a long time.”
“Why didn’t you…?”
Her words were interrupted by Buffy and Spike who returned in the
living room. They’d been talking in Giles’ bathroom about what was
going to happen, and had surprisingly reached the same
conclusion…they were going to patrol with the others, after all.
Giles immediately left Willow’s side and headed toward the
kitchenette, Willow looked at Buffy a pleading look in her eyes,
Buffy swallowed and nodded, following the man in the kitchenette.
Giles was resting his head against the fridge, his eyes were
closed. They had been researching all day to no avail. He heard
Buffy enter the kitchenette, and sighed.
He lightly tensed when he felt her hands on his back. He resisted
to the urge of turning around and enveloping her in his arms, to
never let her go. He shook his head and whispered, “You won’t go
out patrolling tonight…”
“Giles…” she began. Giles interrupted her, though, saying, “No,
Buffy…please listen to me…just once…listen to me…”
“I can’t…I've talked to Spike about it and believe it or not, for
once we agreed…we’re going out with you…”
Giles turned and grabbed her wrists in his hands hissing, “You
don’t understand…if you go out tonight, you will die! We haven’t
been able to understand what is happening…”
“If we don’t go with you, you’ll die…all of you…but if we go, we
might change what happened…”
Giles shook his head, tightening his grip on Buffy’s wrists, “You
can’t be serious… ”
“I am. I won’t let you die, Giles…none of you. I’m the chosen one,
remember? ” she said.
“We don’t even know, what are we dealing with, Buffy…” he looked
at her with pleading eyes, Buffy swallowed but shook her head, she
grazed his forearm and said, “If I’m about to die…it won’t make
any difference…at least, I'll be sure you won’t die…”
Giles swallowed. he raised a hand and grazed her hair, before
closing his eyes
<Please, don’t take her away from me… >
~~*~~*~~*~~
Willow could hear Buffy and Giles talking in the kitchenette; she
hoped they could sort their problems out. She heard Spike behind
her. She knew she should have probably talked to him, but she
couldn’t, she wasn’t sure, she could talk to him, without crying,
right now.
~ I didn’t know you cared so much
I do
Me too
~
<Dammit! >
Willow thought looking at Spike. The vampire was sitting on the
couch, avoiding her, Willow shook her head, they’d been avoiding
each other all day.
She got up from the chair and sat next to Spike on the couch, she
looked at him, taking in all the details on his face, realizing
she didn’t need to do that, she already had his features engraved
in her heart, in her soul.
She didn’t notice Spike had been glancing at her until he said,
“Pet, what are you looking at?”
“The scar on your eyebrow…” she replied absently, then shook her
head and mumbled, “Sorry…”
He frowned, and asked amused, “Well what about it?”
“How did you get it?” she softly asked, tempted to touch it with
her fingers.
“A fight…” he replied lighting a cigarette.
“Why this doesn’t surprise me?” she softly said...
Willow saw Spike smiling at her words and couldn’t help the new
tears that veiled her eyes. She hadn’t even realized that Spike’s
smile had faded until through the tears she saw him shaking his
head at her and said, “Look, Red…I’m not really looking forward to
turning into a big pile of dust…but…”
Willow shook her head and attempted a smile; she took a deep
breath then said in a firm voice, “You won’t. I won’t let it…”
“Why?” he asked in a low voice. Willow didn’t speak. She didn’t
have the courage to tell him the truth. She didn’t have the
courage to tell him, how much she loved him and how much his death
had affected her
<Well, duh, Willow! As if he didn’t know…you haven’t been able
to stop crying since you came here this morning >
“Red?” Spike’s voice made her start, she looked at him and
shrugging she said, “Because we’re friends…”
“Are we?” Spike asked frowning.
Willow nodded and said, “And because I don’t want you to die…”
“Sorry to break this to you, luv but…” he started
“You are already dead…” she finished in a cracked voice, “I
know…you already told me ”
“When?” Spike asked puzzled.
“Yesterday…just before …” she shook her head and hid her face in
her hands; she didn’t want Spike to see her tears, but couldn’t
help it, when she felt Spike’s arms around her shoulders.
She raised her head and met his eyes, he was softly smiling at
her, there were no traces of his usual cockiness in it, he pulled
her closer to him and said, “Well, you already knew that…” he
paused then added, “look…I know it’s been tough for you …but this
doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again, that’s why ducks and I
decided to go with you on patrol”
She pulled away from him and asked, “What?”
“You heard me, Red…”
“Yes and I can’t believe my own ears!”
“Red look,” he began.
“Look what, Spike? Look at you while you turn on dust on me? Look
at you as one moment I’m holding your hand and a second later I’m
clutching your ashes?” she shouted.
“You are not sure this will happen again, and however it would be
better than me, holding your dead body!” he shouted back.
They were looking at each other, their faces serious, then Spike
pulled her at him and kissed her, hard.
Willow blinked surprised, then closed her eyes, sighing in his
mouth, giving in the sensation. She had day-dreamed at times,
about being kissed by Spike. She had imagined it in many ways, but
was not prepared at the sensations which overwhelmed her.
His mouth was ravishing hers, making her heart pound against her
chest, so fast, she was *positive* Spike could be deafened by it.
Spike was holding her tightly to him; his hands were stroking her
hair, while the other was firmly on her waist.
The kiss wasn’t sweet; in it there was all the passion, the fear,
the desperation of losing each other.
He abruptly pulled away from her, and calmly looked at her, while
she was panting. Although his eyes were yellow, now, he hadn’t
morphed in his game face. Willow wasn’t scared though, she
stretched her hand to his face and grazed his cheeks. Spike,
though, jerked away from her and got up from the couch, storming
outside the apartment
Willow looked stunned at the door and covered her face with her
hands, muttering between sobs, “This sure as hell didn’t happen
yesterday!”
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