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And I don't know why
But she's changed my life.
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"Hey red. How are ya doin'?" Spike looked around Willows very girly bedroom.
"Spike?!? How'd you get in here?" She looked at him in disbelief.
"You invited me. A long time ago." He sat on her bed staring at her. She was seated on the floor, her nose in a book of course.
"What are ya readin' red?" Glancing over her shoulder he saw a page covered in Latin and drawings of demonic creatures.
"Nothing much. Just stuff." Willow looked up at him. His expression was not showing death or fear at all, much the opposite. In his eyes she saw love and compassion. His expression was just different.
"Ahh. What are you doing for this merry time called winter?" Spike pulled his gaze away from the book and looked to the right. *Bad idea* he could see a mirror just no reflection. Willow got up and he could see her but not himself. *I hate being dead when I'm around her* he thought to himself. He just seemed to be an emptier corpse when she wasn't around. He covered the mirror with his duster.
"Probably sit around, join Xander for a Charlie Brown's Christmas, movie, go to Buffy's house for dinner. What about you?" She glanced at her covered mirror and was going to say something but held it back. It didn't bother her that much but it must of bothered Spike.
"Whatever I can find to do, pet." Willow shook with excitement. She loved it when he used that name with her. It was just something about that word that she found so comforting.
"Maybe you can join me." She looked at him. He was sitting at her desk flipping through the book she was reading.