Author's Note: This is set pre-chip Season 4. Oz has just left. Tara doesn't exist. And warning about Spike. All those who like to think of him as a reformed bad guy, and play him up still sweet and fluffy. I beg to differ. As he says, "Hello! Vampire! I'm evil." And so he shall be. And this ain't G rated evil either. This is soulless, blood lusting mass murdering evil.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Buffyverse. This is pure pleasure. I gain no profit.

Summary: Willow is vengeful , Spike is evil and wants slayer blood, and Willow is caught in the cross fire. Later chapters will enter Angelus. Willow is quickly getting better at magic. Spike has come back to Sunnydale because Dru left him again, not to get the Ring of Amara.

-Chapter 1-

Willow sat curled on her bed playing the fringed edge of her fuzzy blanket as she sniffled and stared at the Dingo's poster on her wall. She couldn't wrap her head around Oz and his reasoning. She missed him every minute and wished he would just walk in and hold her 'til the pain went away. As much as she loved him she also wanted him to suffer. To feel as pain filled as she did. And then the biggest part of her was asking her other sides what was wrong with her. Did she smell? Was she not…cool enough? Did I not satisfy his needs? Am I still a loser? Of course I am. She hugged her knees and shivered as the words of countless voices entered her brain from her past. Telling her how no one would want her. How she was just an academic nobody. An outcast. The forgotten one. She slashed out with her hand at the poster and it seemed to be ripped from the wall by the air. It twisted and shook as it was shredded by an invisible force wielded by that academic nobody. When the pieces were so small and her half of the room was filled with bits of paper falling down around her like a new snow she relaxed and let the unstable magic fade from her body.

"Hey Willow, I got us some mocha goodness for Buffy cheer up duty!" Buff stumbled into the room, barely managing to balance the extra large cups of iced mocha drinks atop her books and some tomes Giles gave her to give to Willow, in the Watcher's attempt at comfort. As she grunted pushing the books onto her own desk she turned with the drinks to watch the last bits of the paper floating to all the surfaces around Willow.

"Wills?" She whispered as she approached her friend.

Willow frowned and rolled her eyes, wishing Buffy was selfish tonight and stayed with Riley as usual. But no, now she decided to play the friend card. She rolled over and offered a weak smile on her tear dried face. "Hey, I was just resting."

Buffy nodded and trusted a mocha at her. "Uh huh, and resting involved tearing apart the poster until it could no longer be identified by the authorities? " She smiled as she wrapped her lips around the green straw and began drinking the strong caffeinated beverage.

Willow ran her thumbs over the rim of the cup as she looked down into the whip cream top. "Yup." She dove in and drank until it started rebelling on her brain and she winced. "Can you slay brain freezes?"

"No I don't think so. That would be handy though, especially with Xander and his smoothie fixation lately." Buffy sighed and wrapped her left leg under her right as she scooted farther on top Willow's bed. "So…."

Willow lifted her eyes to Buffy and could see the mix of concern and utter lose at what to do. "I'm fine Buffy. Mochas make the world a brighter place." She gave a struggling fake smile and starting sucking at the straw more slowly, hopefully avoiding brain freeze number two.

"It's okay if you're not. I mean…..he left. It's like…Angel." Her voice trailed off as she suddenly found her whip cream interesting, unable to look at Willow's face. "We can talk."

She bit her tongue as she sloshed the liquid around her mouth observing her friend. "I'm upset. Who wouldn't be. But I'm okay right now. I don't wanna bring up all those emotions tonight." She threw her legs over the side of the bed and dangled her fee to the floor, tracing patterns with her toes in the plush carpet.

"Oh. Well…I understand that. I guess the paper ripping thing sorta helped." Buffy stood and walked to her desk, depositing her mocha to melt and leave a water ring on the wood. She grabbed the tomes and brought them to Willow's bed. 'here. Giles wanted you to have these. Well more like borrow for as long you need them. You know him and his books."

Willow perked up and looked at Buffy's face excitedly. "He lent me his magic books?"

"Um. I dunno, I didn't look." Buffy furrowed her brow as she tried reading the cover but it was in some weird demon language. "GliGar-Onokre?" She mumbled before bounding over to her own bed and watching Willow act like a child at Christmas.

Willow took in an eager breath as she pulled the books towards herself, quickly scanning the covers, not recognising anything. "These must be rare….and special. I don't remember seeing them in his collections, or his secret collection." She looked up suddenly. "That must mean he has a secret, secret collection. I'm gonna have to find that." She pulled the biggest one on her lap and was surprised at how heavy it was. She opened it careful of the ancient not wanting to make any marks of the pages. She held in her breath as she started reading the front page. It talked about witches in North America and prayers to the gods. She frowned and exhaled as she flipped the pages, just more history and poems. She huffed as she tossed it aside and grabbed the next one. It was more of the same. Histories and how they came about.

Buffy was excited at first but she slowly saw Willow's face get darker and darker with anger. She gulped and walked over to her. "What's wrong?"

"These…tomes are just witch history. I learned this stuff in high school. This is useless." She scoffed as she stood up and began going through her closet.

"Giles thought they would help you."

"It's his way of saying, 'don't Willow'." She rolled her eyes and went back trying to pick a jacket.

"We all want you to be careful. You're our friend."

"Oh of course. Goddess forbid something happen to me and you'll have to research by yourselves for once."

"Ouch Wills." Buffy pouted and watched Willow's back.

Willow sighed and leaned her forehead against the door frame. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired of my life right now."

"Oh."

"I'm going to stay at home for a while. I need to get away from this place."

"But…."

"Don't worry my parents are home." At least just tonight they are. She never thought she would be this happy about her parents leaving for 6 months for their vacation house in the tropics. She turned and offered Buffy a comforting smile. It fuelled her anger. She was the one sad and wanting the world to just swallow her up and yet she was the one protecting everyone else's emotions. Especially Buffy's.

Buffy smiled back and her eyes got big, like a hurt child's. "I think relaxing at home will be good. Then in a few days you can come back and everything will be better." She looked at the floor, then the wall, then Willow's pillow. Anywhere but her friend's knowing eyes.

"Right." Willow wasn't about to disagree with Buffy and she definitely couldn't agree. She sighed and just grabbed her new leather jacket Anya had got her.

-Flashback-

Anya thrust the jacket at Willow with that too big smile on her face. "Here. Present. Happy Willow Day!"

"Ahn, it's happy birthday." Xander gave Willow a cheesy grin and Anya a nervous chuckle as he rubbed her back.

"Oh, well happy Willow's Birthday Day then!"

Willow's eyes widened as she looked at the leather jack she knew would be tight fitting, not the wrong size, just form fitting which she wasn't used to. "It's…sure something."

"Isn't it. I saw it and knew you had to have it. It reminds me of Vampire Willow." Anya blurted out clapping her hands, excited with her gift, but wishing she had one just like it. "It does look kinda skanky but I'm sure you'll dull it down in no time."

Everyone groaned and looked away from Willow.

Willow frowned as she shoved the coat onto the table and stomped away with Oz in tow. "I'm not dull!"

Xander covered his eyes trying to explain where Anya went wrong.

-Present-

Buffy watched Willow as she twisted her fingers together. "Let me grab my jacket."

"Why!?" Willow spun and practically yelled. "I mean…I can walk myself."

"But it's dark out, something could hap-"

"No, I'll be fine. Maybe Giles doesn't like me using magic, but I do and I can take care of myself."

"Willow I'm not just gonn-"

"No. I'm going by myself."

Buffy sat back down on her bed and crossed her arms. "Fine."

"Thank you. I'll see you in class tomorrow."

"Ok." Buffy grumbled as she watched her friend gather her school work and bolt out the door without so much as a bye. She threw herself back on the bed and let out a frustration cry. She shivered and noticed the window open. 'I swear she doesn't feel the cold." She rolled over and sat up to close the window not even noticing the shadow figure standing down in the grass.

Spike smirked as he watched Buffy close the window and not even notice him. "Bloody slayer my ass. Your blood is mine." He chuckled as he flicked the cigarette into the bushes hoping for the off chance it would catch fire as he strolled down the yard to watch the young witch leave the safety of her dorm.

Drusilla hummed as she brushed her doll's hair, every once in a while looking up at Angel who watched her intensely. "Oh daddy. Please play with me. All the doll's need their grooming and if they keep misbehaving it'll take all night. And we don't want that do we." She giggled as she tapped her fingertip to the doll's nose. "Now now Emma, that is no way to talk to my daddy." Her eyes glazed over as she went back to humming and the up keep of her toys.

Angel clenched his jaw tighter to the point the thought his teeth would shatter. "Drusilla…." The unlife of him he couldn't figure out what she was doing here. Where was Spike and why weren't they together. He had threatened her that he would kill her if he ever saw her again, yet here she was. But he couldn't fault her. She was insane, and he had done it. Maybe he needed to care for her. He swore every word he knew and even made up a few in his head as he cursed his Sire's bond with the girl.

Drusilla looked up and a thin smirk appeared on her mouth as her eyes got wide and bright with delight. "Oh daddy wants to play now. I've been a bad girl I know, but you can make that all better can't you. Will it be whips or razors this time? Oh can it be both. You know how much I like both." She crawled across the bed and looked up at him begging. He sighed and closed his eyes. A loud whining noise filled the room and when he opened his eyes again she was crying and shaking her hands in front of her face.

Angel walked forward and grabbed her thin wrists in his hands. "Dru/ What is it?"

"She's rising daddy! She can't! I won't let her. She'll take everything away! Please just punish me. I need to play with you." She continued to shake as she leaned forward and pressed her cheek to his abdomen.

"Who's rising?" He stood still, not wanting to look at her he focused on the wall across the room.

"The blood queen! Oh she'll ruin everything. She'll make everything black. Even the sparrows refuse to talk to me Angel." She looked up and saw he wasn't looking at her. A new wave of tears ran down her face. She ripped her hands away and slashed at his face with her nails, leaving a long cut dripping dark blood down his cheek onto his white shirt. "The soul is your burden! My love for you is his! And she is nobody! That will become somebody and it must NOT HAPPEN!" She screeched and went to cut him again when Angel threw her down on the bed and crawled on top of her.

"Drusilla, stop! This is not your home! It is mine, and your games aren't welcomed here!" he dug his hands deeper into her flesh as he growled down at her. His demon was front and center and laughing manically in his head as he watched her calm and stare at him with an odd fascination.

"You are not my daddy but you will do. This I know." She whispered as she tilted her head to the side and stared up at him, like an adoring fan. The tears kept running down her cheeks as her pink tongue came out and licked the edges of her pale lips.

Angel rolled his hips and shifted his position on her. "Dru…" She merely looked at him and waited. Angel's nostrils flared as he took in the many scents she wore, there was her own scent like dying roses and ash, with a bittersweet tang that was all Drusilla. The smell of blood was fading, but there was no more Spike. His eyes flickered yellow as he released one wrist and trailed a hand down her face, missing the feel of her flesh. It had been so long since the soul had felt her nearness. "Where's Spike, princess?"

She pouted and wiggled under him disappointed he had not beat her, or cut her flesh yet. She could see Angelus beating at his cage but that soul held strong, but seemed just as enthralled by her, but in a different way. "He flew away from him. The fairies demanded him. The blood queen commands all of the natural order and she will have him, my sweet fallen Angel." She placed her palm against his chest and smiled, she felt like she was floating again being so close to her daddy. Everything was almost perfect, as long as the queen died. All would be prefect.

Angel watched her face, her eyes were focused and she was cal as she spoke. This wasn't a crazed mood, she was sober in her insanity. And he knew it was a vision she had. One that made her scared, enough to come to him and not Spike. He watched her for what seemed like hours, as she was content under his weight. He shifted his body and pressed his knee between her legs, pushing her leg to the side so she could wrap it around his legs, he lowered his face until their lips met and Drusilla cooed with pleasure.

Willow hugged the sides of her coat closed. She couldn't believe she grabbed it instead of her red wool one. She snorted as looked down at the material. "I don't dull it down. It looks skanky as ever." She grumbled about turning Anya into a bunny when she suddenly felt something or someone's eyes on her. She shook her head around looking in all directions, trying but failing to look into the dark shadows that lined both sides of the street. She quickened her steps trying to think of something not scary when she heard a growl and started running, dropping her Physics book in the middle of the road.

Spike narrowed his eyes as he looked at the book like it was gonna attack him at any minute. He nudged it with his foot and then picked it up when nothing weird happened. He tore open the cover and eyed the doodles around the sticker that gave Willow's contact information in case the book was misplaced. "Poor girl. Shouldn't leave things like this around, guess I'll have to return it to you." He tucked it into his jacket and stalked off in her direction, following the scent of her obvious fear. It raged at his demon, demanding the witch's submission to him. Whether it be a quick meal or a turning the demon wanted her. Spike could say with confidence he did to, and there was something strange about her that peeked his interest beyond getting at the slayer's nerves.

Willow stopped on her porch, feeling safer because she no longer could feel the presence that was watching her. She dug into her jean pocket and pulled out her keys and quickly threw open the door and with one look out into the street, not finding anything worth her attention she walked inside and closed the door, securely locking the door behind her.

Spike stayed on the sidewalk in plain view watching the lights upstairs go on and people walking around and then there was a round of hugging that made Spike shudder with disgust for humans. Of course he was no ordinary vampire, as he learned long ago. He loved passionately, just as he hated passionately. But humans had such a narrow spectrum of feeling it disgusted him to think they thought they knew everything there was to emotions. He walked confidently up the porch and tucked the book gently against the doorframe, and with that he strode away from the Rosenberg residence for that night. He light a smoke smiling to himself as he thought about bashing in some young boys heads in at the Bronze.

Buffy picked at her nails as she listened to Giles drone on. "I know…yes I know Giles. She was really mad about the books." She listened to Giles stutter and then a moment of silence where she knew he was cleaning his glasses. "Maybe we should let her do what she wants."

"Buffy you don't understand the gravity of this. Magic is very much like a drug for those not trained in the ways of dealing with such power. I'm sorry to say this but she isn't the strongest person and I'm very afraid we would lose her in the magic. She would become a junkie so to speak."

"I didn't say we'd let her run around willy nilly Giles. Just let her try stuff and at the first sign of trouble...we deal."

"Well if we let her go about doing whatever spell she comes up with in her boredom she would be going about…willy nilly…and I for one do not want to tackle her and tie her down whilst we listen to her scream for just one more spell." Giles sighed and muttered something in British slang. "Buffy it's getting late. I will see you all tomorrow."

"Fine…" Buffy groaned. "See you tomorrow." She pushed the phone back on the hook and threw her self back onto her bed and curled up on the covers. "Stupid watcher."

Drusilla sat at Angel's desk humming as she trailed her fingers over the words, giggling over some phrase then going back to humming.

Cordelia peeked around the corner and her eyes widened and she let out a squeak as she jumped back and starred at Wesley. "Your right. She is here. Oh god…oh god Wesley. I don't wanna die. I can't die. I've bought the newest Jimmy Choo's yet. Please Wesley protect me." She gripped his shirt forcing Wesley into her face, as he stuttered and blushed trying to pry himself free Angel walked in from the back room.

"What's going on? Did Wesley spill something on your clothes again Cor? I told you I'd let you get them dry cleaned."

"Oh no Mister! You aren't playing the innocent act with me." She threw Wesley back who sighed in relief and straightened his glasses before peeking in on Drusilla.

Angel looked up confused, then saw what Wesley was looking at and groaned. "Right. Sorry. She came to me last night. Something's up…."

"Your right something's up. It's her standing up and walking out into the pretty sun and poofing her away out of my neck area!" Cordelia fumed as her face turned red from yelling and she stomped her heel into the wood floor.

Angel raised his eyebrows at her. "I want to, but…she's family and she thinks something is happening, that I'm involved."

Cordy's mouth dropped open and she scoffed and turned to Wesley, to find Drusilla petting his shoulder and cooing in his ear. "Wes!"

Wesley shook his head and cleared his throat stepping back. "My apologises Miss. Drusilla but….you understand, being evil and all. I'd prefer to keep my distance." He sighed into his British politeness and inched back around the safety of Cordelia's desk.

Drusilla pouted. "All because my soul frolics in the ether no one wants to play. Except Angel…he plays quite well, no whips or razors this time. But it was nice all the same."

Angel looked at the ground and ran his hands through his hair as Cordelia huffed at him again. "What is she talking about!? Angel….she'll kill us!"

Drusilla appeared rightly offended and threw her arms above her head. "Daddy said this is his home, and if there is one rule she follows it is not to disobey her daddy. All things within these walls shall live…." She let her arms slowly drop to her sides and her face dropped in a deep frown. "but everything will wither. Under the black sun, through the army of cards with all their suits, the spades will seek death. You will be pitted against the hordes of death."

Cordelia looked like she was going to faint so Angel dragged her to the front hall. "Please Cordy, she's….my childe. I can't abandon her."

"Y-you killed Darla. Why not that!" She thrust her finger towards Drusilla who was swaying and humming again, smiling at Wesley. "She's….different. She's not like the rest of us were. She won't hurt you guys, I know this. I just need time with her. To figure out what this vision she had is all about. Then I'll make sure she gets far away from us. Okay?"

She rolled her eyes and walked past Angel into the office and grabbed her coat before turning back on her heel and charging past Angel again and out into the sunlight of LA. Angel jumped back from the stray rays of light and watched her retreating form.

Wesley had a note pad out and was writing down everything Drusilla said, and took to asking her questions which some she answered and others she ignored.

Angel walked to Drusilla and guided her by her arm to the stairs, with a hard look over his shoulder at Wesley he led her up to a spare room.

Wesley took his glasses off as he sat down and starred at the place Drusilla ahead stood. "This is amazing. Drusilla the insane childe of Angelus…."

Angel opened the door to the room next to his that had an adjoining door to his. "You can stay here. It's all made up and fresh."

Drusilla made careful slow steps to the bed and sat down gently, crossing her hands in her lap she frowned at her knees. Her milk white gown and curled hair kept her looking just as she did a hundred years ago and it made Angel shiver.

"What's wrong Dru?" He stood at the doorway afraid of a repeat of last night.

"The queen has been spotted, and she is winning."

"Who's this queen?" Angel reluctantly went to the chair opposite Drusilla and sat, turning his legs away from her.

"She is born of fire and soul. But she has been forgotten and screams for someone to see her. We do though. We always have but it always fades once our eyes no longer are set upon her." She said in an airy voice that carried to Angel's delicate ears. He looked at her, and she still was calm and in control. Perhaps all this time with Spike had done some good for her.

He was daring enough to ask the question again. "Where is Spike?"

Drusilla looked up and her calm state faded into anger. "I told you, they took him away from me. Poor boy no longer wants a mistress, he wants to be a master of his own. She's all around him, she'll lift him up to her level and give him power. They will walk across the rivers of blood and swim in the slayer."

"Buffy?"

"Thee slayer, the bronze whore shall fall at their feet." She traced her fingers over her lips and looked at the covered window. "He's in the valley, looking at the sun like us. He's come home."

'Spike is here, or near Buffy. Drusilla?"

Her eyes glazed as she touched her temples as her lips trembled and she watched her daddy get angry with her. What does he want from me, she thought as the screaming children managed to get louder in her ears. "He is near the slayer."

Angel jumped out of the chair and charged for the phone at the bedside table. As he dialled he heard her whisper, "But he is not after her….yet." Angel dropped the phone and grabbed Drusilla by her hair and pushed her down into the mattress, leaning over her he sneered and let his demon growl at her.

'Who then? What does he want?"

"The queen." She screamed as she covered her face, shaking, waiting for the first hit. It never came.

Angel retreated from the room and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him, he walked back down to the office to find Wesley knee-deep in books and crumpled paper. "I need to make a call."

"Oh of course…I'll just gather my…things here, then I'll…" Wesley shut the books and pushed them into a pile on the floor then shoved all his notebooks under his arms and walked out of the room, as he turned to ask Angel about where Drusilla was, the door slammed on his face. "I see then."

Angel sat staring at the phone. He had to call Buffy, there was no avoiding it. If Spike was really back, then she was in danger. Who was this queen? He knew they had called Cordelia queen bee in high school and drama queen, but then Buffy also was called a drama queen. But Dru had made it clear it wasn't Buffy. And if Spike was in Sunnydale then it wasn't Cordelia. So who then? He cursed Spike as he picked up the phone and dialled Willy's bar instead of the slayer.

"Willy here, keep it short."

"Willy, it's An…Angelus."

There was a long pause and Angel heard a glass drop. "Oh…hi buddy. Uh….you back in Sunnydale then?"

"No I'm not, but I'm interested in what my childe is doing. Figured it's time to team up and rid the planet of that slayer." He let the darkness invade his voice as he kept Angelus's care free tone.

"Right…uh Angel."

"It's Angelus you worm! No soul! Do I need to rip your head off of that scrawny body of yours?"

"No, no sir. Angelus, sir. Spike is…he hasn't been around here."

Angel growled into the mouth piece as he heard Willy drop another glass and a voice in the background complained of his spilled drink.

"But, you know me. Ear and eye to the ground. He's been keeping low. Doesn't seem to be up to anything."

"Spike isn't rampaging the streets like he's done for over a hundred years and you think he's doing nothing? Stupid idiot."

"You'd be proud of him, he's been killing with grace, I just mean staying away from the slayer. He hasn't been near her."

"I see."

Willy ran his shaking hands through his hair.

'Do I scare you Willy boy?" He let the brogue slip.

"Yes sir, rightfully, you're Angelus."

"Stay that way huh. And give Spike a message huh."

"Sir, he hasn't been in here as I said…"

Angel laughed as he's heard so many times in his head from Angelus. "I'm trusting you Willy, to give Spike a message from me. No matter what you have to do to get it to him. I'll give you 'til tomorrow night to find and give him my words. If I don't hear from him then I will come and rip every muscle out of your body one by one, and gorge on your blood, and finish you off by choking you with your intestines, boy-o."

Willy coughed on the stall air of his bar as he grabbed a pen and paper. "Sure thing boss. You can count on me, no need for threats here boss."

"Tell him….." Angel took a dramatic pause and chuckled. "Daddy's finally ready to show his boy some attention and to get his ass to the nearest phone and call Angel Investigations."

"Is that all, sir?"

"For the message yes, but Willy…?"

"Y-yes sir?"

"I haven't forgotten what you did to Angel and I won't any time soon."

"Right."

"Now go!" Angel slammed the phone down on the receiver and sighed into his hands. "Damn." Leaning his arms on the desk before him, he let his head hang between his shoulders.

Willow groaned as she hit her alarm clock and wrapped the blanket around her body tighter. Sitting up she slid her bunny slippers on and stumbled out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen where her parents were running around, checking off items and making phone calls. She sat at the table and starred at them. They hadn't noticed her. She pulled a banana from the fruit bowl, waiting for one of them to say hi.

"Willow! Good your awake." Her dad tossed his check book to her and went back to his briefcase. "You know the drill. Pay bills, clean the house, and we'll be home…when we are." He gripped the handle tight as he pushed it down to his side and waited for Sheila to finish on the phone.

"Yes of course. We're on our way now, I'll make sure to call once we're at the airport. Until then Marge."

Willow frowned thinking her parents spent more time with her Aunt Marge and her cousins than they ever had with her.

"Don't destroy the house! And no animals, or those silly herbs burning in here. I'll not have you pretend to be a witch in this house young lady."

Willow's eyes widened and as she tried getting her brain working on a reply they practically flew out of the room and then out of the house.

"Oh Ira do be careful with my suitcase, will you!" Was the last thing she heard before the front door slammed.

She growled as she threw the check book at the wall. "What is wrong with me?" She crossed her arms and stared at the wall until a genius idea popped into her head that would solve everything.

She stormed through her room, tearing apart drawers and her closet pulling together all the supplies the spell asked for. She dragged the heavy canvas bag filled to the brim with "pretend witch things" and went to work clearing the living room. She sat on the couch looking over the spell book and double checking she had everything she needed and making sure it was the right spell. She couldn't afford to make any more mistakes. But then she thought, no one would care what happened if it did go wrong. She frowned at the words on the page. It was a simple passage in Italian, written by a Wicca follower in late 1700's Italy. She understood most of what it said, and it served her purpose perfectly. She could finally be what she wanted to be, what everyone thought she wasn't. Willow smiled at herself and her plan. "Just have to wait for the sunset and then everything will be perfect."

Spike sat at the front watching the human girl dance her little heart out, just for him. Well maybe not just for him but she sure could make it seem so. Spike snorted with that thought. "Tricky little thing aren't ya." He wagged the green bill at the girl who crawled over and swayed her body in front of him, dipping her head forward to lean into him, before turning and swaying her bottom in his face. Spike slipped the bill into her thong while sporting a big grin on his face. She ran her hand over his cheek as she walked away to gather more money from all the helpless men in thrall with her. He sipped his beer as he watched the other delicious little treats trailing around in all their glory.

A tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality and he turned to tear the head off of whoever was disturbing his human watching time, when he saw Willy standing there in all his greasy glory tugging on his bowling shirt. "S-s-Spike."

"Well well, come to ogle the hunnies, Willy. All fine with that, but it don't explain why your bothering me." He rolled his eyes and turned back to the curvy red head that starting eyeing him with peeking interest. It wasn't his red head but she could do for a night….or two. He burned her movements into his mind and watched her lips, then eyes as they called for him to devour. Another tap made Spike growl and grab Willy's wrist. "Mate, I will snap you in half. Bugger off."

"I…" He gulped as he tugged his wrist until Spike let go of him and took a seat opposite of him. "I…well…see I got a message for you."

Spike raised his eyebrow in question as he motioned for another beer to the bartender. "Yeah? Well not interested. If it's that damn slayer she can go suck off that watcher of hers."

"No…it's…Angelus."

Spike choked on the last inch of his beer at the name. His eyes went wide for a moment before returning to their uncaring mask. "So soul boy bit the orgasm again huh. He never could keep it in his pants. But still…..not interested. That fucking ponce can well…go suck off the slayer's watcher as well." His good comeback was faltering as the red head was closer, forgetting all the other men as she kept coming to him.

"He says to tell you…and I quote man, his words not mine… 'Daddy's finally ready to show his boy some attention and to get his ass to the nearest phone and call Angel Investigations'." Willy gulped and swallowed nervously as his eyes shot around the building looking for any threat or sharp pointy objects., just in case.

Spike looked Willy in the eye and flexed his jaw. The mask was slipping from hiss face as he processed the message. Finally he let anger control him and growled as the red head finally came up to the table, she was obviously ignoring his face now, as she eyed the pile of money on the table. Spike still watching Willy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down into his lap. The security guard yelled at him to not touch the girl but Spike bared his fangs and roared, making him as well as everyone run right out of the club. Willy sat still, unsure if his sudden movement would drive Spike to kill him. But the site of the girl dying wasn't very phasing, the time for that had come and gone with his demon bar. Spike yanked the girls hair away from her neck and held it in an iron grip as he trailed his tongue over her jugular. She screamed and hit his chest, Spike chuckled watching her bare chest dance about with her movements. He held her tight around the middle with the other hand as he leaned in and dug his fangs to the hilt into her pale flesh. The blood shot up into his mouth delivering him from his hate as everything drifted away and the only thing that remained was the life he was getting from the life he was taking.

Willy waited until he saw that distant look in Spike's eye before inched himself to his feet and stepping backwards a few steps to make sure Spike stayed distracted. When he felt safe he turned and ran out the door without another thought.

Spike felt her heart slowly stop and when it did he dropped her carelessly to the floor. He looked down and brushed the red locks from her slack face and frowned. "Sorry love, I was going to be more artful about your death and all but change of plans, you know how it is." He took the wad of bills held in her booty shorts and gathered the rest on the tables before strutting out , heading home to make one very interesting call.

Willow sat in the circle of candles, holding the book out in front of her as well as three bowls each holding a different mix of herbs, and her hair, blood, and tears. She read the words in her mind, making sure everything would come out write. "Dal mio thee di ordine di mente l da lanciara verso l'estemo il dubbio. Transportilo da timore, dalle ombre. Betermini che cosa e reale, che cosa e sepolto, che cosa deve essere forzato alla superficie." She lowered the book and in turn took one of the white candles and lit each bowl starting from the left. They smoked and started to glow in supernatural light , as the smoke covered Willow she couldn't resist the urge to choke as it invaded her nose and mouth.

(English Translated Spell: By my mind I command thee to cast out the doubt. Deliver me from fear, from the shadows. Bring about what is real, what is buried, what must be forced to the surface.)

Climbing to her feet she walked blindly into the kitchen trying to open the backdoor and start the fan over the stove. As she heard the low humming of the fan she stumbled towards the door and forced it open. When she felt the cool night hair touch her face she threw herself out into the back yard, falling in the glass coughing and heaving trying to rid her body of the smoke. It didn't seem to work, whatever it was staying in her lungs. She felt like something was moving through her body. First solution was that it was simply the spell and this is what it did, but it was only to remove doubt and her overly geeky meekness, not turn her inside out from coughing to death.

The pressure inside her body kept building and it started to seep into her head. She grabbed at her hair, trying hopelessly to tear whatever was in her out. She started gasping, and her heart was pounding so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest at any moment. The substance in her lungs thickened, and she left like she couldn't expel any air or take any in, like her chest was filled with cement. She grabbed at her throat feeling it was the biggest threat and tried thinking of a spell that would help but her mind was foggy and within seconds she was on her knees, with tears running down her face as the blackness covered her vision and everything went into the void.

Spike shut his door with a bang as he eyed the phone on the counter with murderous intent. "Damn bitch boy thinks I jump when he says so. Well I don't! Look at me, I'm Angelus I wear leather pants and have to have all the attention. Oh look Spike I fucked Drusilla again….it's that fun. Blasted wanker." His high-pitched tone ended in a growl as he poured himself a glass of whiskey from the cabinet keeping his eye on the phone.