Spike leaned back in the ratty chair he was sitting in. They were currently in his crypt. Willow fiddled with her hands as she sat on top of a stone slab nearby.
"Quite a tale there," he said. "So you think you were this Gregory bloke, and Xander was," he couldn't help sniggering a little at the idea of that moron as a woman, "your wife? And you killed her?"
Willow replied, "I don't know, maybe." She frowned.
Spike shrugged, "In that case, you know what you have to do."
Her eyes peered back at his, "What?"
He leaned forward, and there was a predatory glint in his eyes. "Kill him. I'll bet he's considering killing you. He'd get revenge finally."
She shook her head violently, "No, Xander would never." *He wouldn't, he's kind, he's loyal. He's everything I'm not.*
"I've seen him. He's a wanker, but he's not afraid to fight." He added with a tone of disgust in his voice. "And you haven't exactly been all that trustworthy. That business with Rack, Little bit getting hurt, not to mention you giving all of us magickal amnesia."
She nodded, "I know, I'm sorry for all that, that's why I gave it up. But I can't kill Xander. He's always been there for me, my support, my love." Her eyes widened at the last words out of her mouth. She then rushed out, "I mean, as a friend, because after all, I'm gay."
"Who are you trying to convince, pet? You? Because it bloody well isn't me." He smirked knowingly. He suspected something was up with the two of them. Friends don't act that close without some sparks flying. Just that they're better with the denial business than Buffy and Angel ever were.
She suddenly seemed very interested in feet as her gaze turned to her shoes. "I don't know. I mean, there were the fluke and the secret kissage. Which was good." Her face became wistful, as she added, "No, better than good. It was perfect."
"Huh, no wonder the wolf and the witch ditched you."
Willow angrily turned to him, "How dare you! Who are you to talk? You're a soulless vampire who loves a Slayer, and she hates your guts!"
Spike scoffed, "Well, I'm good enough for a shag apparently." He then leaned forward in his chair, "But that's another story. As for you, I'd think about carrying an arsenal if I was you. Just in case, he comes calling."
"No, he wouldn't dare. He knows what I can do." She resolutely said, her voice decidedly grim. She heatedly intoned, "He tries to hurt me, he knows I can hurt him far worse. I'm not one to mess with."
Spike quietly commented with a thoughtful expression as he recognized the bloodlust on her face, "Maybe you really did kill her." His words fell on deaf ears as Willow seethed.
"Quite a tale there," he said. "So you think you were this Gregory bloke, and Xander was," he couldn't help sniggering a little at the idea of that moron as a woman, "your wife? And you killed her?"
Willow replied, "I don't know, maybe." She frowned.
Spike shrugged, "In that case, you know what you have to do."
Her eyes peered back at his, "What?"
He leaned forward, and there was a predatory glint in his eyes. "Kill him. I'll bet he's considering killing you. He'd get revenge finally."
She shook her head violently, "No, Xander would never." *He wouldn't, he's kind, he's loyal. He's everything I'm not.*
"I've seen him. He's a wanker, but he's not afraid to fight." He added with a tone of disgust in his voice. "And you haven't exactly been all that trustworthy. That business with Rack, Little bit getting hurt, not to mention you giving all of us magickal amnesia."
She nodded, "I know, I'm sorry for all that, that's why I gave it up. But I can't kill Xander. He's always been there for me, my support, my love." Her eyes widened at the last words out of her mouth. She then rushed out, "I mean, as a friend, because after all, I'm gay."
"Who are you trying to convince, pet? You? Because it bloody well isn't me." He smirked knowingly. He suspected something was up with the two of them. Friends don't act that close without some sparks flying. Just that they're better with the denial business than Buffy and Angel ever were.
She suddenly seemed very interested in feet as her gaze turned to her shoes. "I don't know. I mean, there were the fluke and the secret kissage. Which was good." Her face became wistful, as she added, "No, better than good. It was perfect."
"Huh, no wonder the wolf and the witch ditched you."
Willow angrily turned to him, "How dare you! Who are you to talk? You're a soulless vampire who loves a Slayer, and she hates your guts!"
Spike scoffed, "Well, I'm good enough for a shag apparently." He then leaned forward in his chair, "But that's another story. As for you, I'd think about carrying an arsenal if I was you. Just in case, he comes calling."
"No, he wouldn't dare. He knows what I can do." She resolutely said, her voice decidedly grim. She heatedly intoned, "He tries to hurt me, he knows I can hurt him far worse. I'm not one to mess with."
Spike quietly commented with a thoughtful expression as he recognized the bloodlust on her face, "Maybe you really did kill her." His words fell on deaf ears as Willow seethed.