The next several weeks were no less than a whirlwind for Willow
and Spike. While Spike had no aversion to sneaking and lying, Willow was
new to lying to her friends just to see a guy. But as far as she was
concerned, he was worth it. And he was more than willing to risk a stake
to be with her.
***
"Buffy… I have something to tell you." Willow bit at her thumbnail nervously. She had decided it was time to let her best friend in on her secret, and Spike had agreed. While not yet willing to admit that he was falling in love with the redheaded hacker, he didn't want to sneak around. He wanted to go public.
"What's up, Will?" The two girls had been studying quietly for hours, and Buffy was glad for the interruption.
"I met a guy." Willow had planned out everything she was going to say, but in her heart she knew that things never went as planned on the Hellmouth.
"Will! I am so happy for you! Enough of the whole Oz mopey thing. So, dish dish dish!!! I wanna know everything." The Slayer flopped onto her stomach in front of Willow, chin propped on her hands.
"Well, he's tall, blonde, muscular" be careful, Willow, if you get too descriptive you'll get all worked up "ummm… he's not a morning person."
"Wow," Buffy said. "Trying to imagine you with tall blonde and handsome, but all I
can see is short, dyed hair, and werewolvy. So what's his name?" Buffy munched on the end of her pen, not even thinking of any connection between the hug
she had witnessed and the guy Willow was referring to now. "Ummm… William." Come on, Buffy, make some connections so I don't actually have to say it… It didn't take long. Buffy sprang to her feet, disbelief in her eyes.
"SPIKE?!?!?! Oh my God, Willow. Complete and total spell. You're a witch and you
don't think he has you under a spell? He has to. I mean, Spike, evil, grrr! You, quiet, Willow… Oh, my." Buffy plopped to the floor heavily, tears starting in her eyes. "Willow, trust me. Vampires are a bad idea. It was bad enough having one with a soul."
"I love him, Buffy. Something makes me think I always have. And that's my choice! Do you remember when he threatened to stake himself? It scared me! It made me all… worried and stuff."
"You know what, Will? You are absolutely right." Buffy looked up at Willow, a smile
brightening her face. "It's weird, but I'll deal. I guess I'm just wigging 'cause me and Riley are fighting."
Willow smiled the smile of the innocent and hugged her friend. No more sneaking around!
***
Will? Why Willow? He's like the epitome of bad and she's like the epitome of good and innocent. I just know he's going to hurt her. And besides, he and I spend more time
together. Buffy shook her head, hardly believing the thoughts that were rolling around in there. Think about Riley, girl! Think about how great he is, and how much fun you guys have, and how completely narrow-minded he can be and how you
need to teach him a lesson… She scowled angrily, trying to control her
thoughts. She smiled slowly. At that moment, if the cartoon light bulbs were
real, Buffy Summers would have had a thousand-watt bulb hanging over her head.
***
"So, umm… I told Buffy. And she is even okay with it!" Willow and Spike sat in the Bronze at a booth for two, staring at each other intently.
Christ, I'm getting worse that my bloody poof of a sire. Look at me, gazin' into her eyes
like there's no tomorrow.
As a strand of red hair fell into those eyes he stared at, Spike's heart lurched, and he reached forward to brush it away. "I'm glad she's okay, love, but you know I wouldn't have given you up no matter what the Slayer said."
"I know." She smiled brightly, hardly able to believe she was in a relationship with a man who had no heartbeat.
"Pet, I hate to do this, but I'll be back in a jif. Gotta visit Willy and grab a drink." Spike got up from the booth, and Willow stared after him.
***
He wasn't alone, and he knew it the moment he stepped into the darkened alley. Tasting the pig's blood on his tongue and sensing himself being watched was doing wonders for his mood, and he shouted out angrily "Who the bloody hell's there? Not in the mood for games!" The last person on earth he expected to see step from the shadows
was the Slayer.
"Well, well, if it isn't Spike, the impotent vampire. How ya doin', Spike?" She edged closer to him, feeling him tense in anger. "Hmm, is that pigs' blood I smell? Bet that was the highlight of your night. Never thought you'd be drinking it from a bag, huh?"
He lashed out at her, knowing the pain would come but unable to control himself. "Red said you were okay with us, Slayer, so what's the deal?"
She twirled a stake in her fingers, loving the sensation of playing with a vamp. "I lied," she said loftily. "I'm not okay. And you know why? Because all I could think about was having you all… to… myself." With the last three words, she raised her face to him, looking at his beautiful blue eyes in the moonlight. She raised her head to brush his lips, and before he could withdraw or tell her to stop, a third party joined them in the darkened alleyway.
***
"Buffy… I have something to tell you." Willow bit at her thumbnail nervously. She had decided it was time to let her best friend in on her secret, and Spike had agreed. While not yet willing to admit that he was falling in love with the redheaded hacker, he didn't want to sneak around. He wanted to go public.
"What's up, Will?" The two girls had been studying quietly for hours, and Buffy was glad for the interruption.
"I met a guy." Willow had planned out everything she was going to say, but in her heart she knew that things never went as planned on the Hellmouth.
"Will! I am so happy for you! Enough of the whole Oz mopey thing. So, dish dish dish!!! I wanna know everything." The Slayer flopped onto her stomach in front of Willow, chin propped on her hands.
"Well, he's tall, blonde, muscular" be careful, Willow, if you get too descriptive you'll get all worked up "ummm… he's not a morning person."
"Wow," Buffy said. "Trying to imagine you with tall blonde and handsome, but all I
can see is short, dyed hair, and werewolvy. So what's his name?" Buffy munched on the end of her pen, not even thinking of any connection between the hug
she had witnessed and the guy Willow was referring to now. "Ummm… William." Come on, Buffy, make some connections so I don't actually have to say it… It didn't take long. Buffy sprang to her feet, disbelief in her eyes.
"SPIKE?!?!?! Oh my God, Willow. Complete and total spell. You're a witch and you
don't think he has you under a spell? He has to. I mean, Spike, evil, grrr! You, quiet, Willow… Oh, my." Buffy plopped to the floor heavily, tears starting in her eyes. "Willow, trust me. Vampires are a bad idea. It was bad enough having one with a soul."
"I love him, Buffy. Something makes me think I always have. And that's my choice! Do you remember when he threatened to stake himself? It scared me! It made me all… worried and stuff."
"You know what, Will? You are absolutely right." Buffy looked up at Willow, a smile
brightening her face. "It's weird, but I'll deal. I guess I'm just wigging 'cause me and Riley are fighting."
Willow smiled the smile of the innocent and hugged her friend. No more sneaking around!
***
Will? Why Willow? He's like the epitome of bad and she's like the epitome of good and innocent. I just know he's going to hurt her. And besides, he and I spend more time
together. Buffy shook her head, hardly believing the thoughts that were rolling around in there. Think about Riley, girl! Think about how great he is, and how much fun you guys have, and how completely narrow-minded he can be and how you
need to teach him a lesson… She scowled angrily, trying to control her
thoughts. She smiled slowly. At that moment, if the cartoon light bulbs were
real, Buffy Summers would have had a thousand-watt bulb hanging over her head.
***
"So, umm… I told Buffy. And she is even okay with it!" Willow and Spike sat in the Bronze at a booth for two, staring at each other intently.
Christ, I'm getting worse that my bloody poof of a sire. Look at me, gazin' into her eyes
like there's no tomorrow.
As a strand of red hair fell into those eyes he stared at, Spike's heart lurched, and he reached forward to brush it away. "I'm glad she's okay, love, but you know I wouldn't have given you up no matter what the Slayer said."
"I know." She smiled brightly, hardly able to believe she was in a relationship with a man who had no heartbeat.
"Pet, I hate to do this, but I'll be back in a jif. Gotta visit Willy and grab a drink." Spike got up from the booth, and Willow stared after him.
***
He wasn't alone, and he knew it the moment he stepped into the darkened alley. Tasting the pig's blood on his tongue and sensing himself being watched was doing wonders for his mood, and he shouted out angrily "Who the bloody hell's there? Not in the mood for games!" The last person on earth he expected to see step from the shadows
was the Slayer.
"Well, well, if it isn't Spike, the impotent vampire. How ya doin', Spike?" She edged closer to him, feeling him tense in anger. "Hmm, is that pigs' blood I smell? Bet that was the highlight of your night. Never thought you'd be drinking it from a bag, huh?"
He lashed out at her, knowing the pain would come but unable to control himself. "Red said you were okay with us, Slayer, so what's the deal?"
She twirled a stake in her fingers, loving the sensation of playing with a vamp. "I lied," she said loftily. "I'm not okay. And you know why? Because all I could think about was having you all… to… myself." With the last three words, she raised her face to him, looking at his beautiful blue eyes in the moonlight. She raised her head to brush his lips, and before he could withdraw or tell her to stop, a third party joined them in the darkened alleyway.
