"Kind of late for a stroll innit?" Spike hopped off the headstone he was sitting on, and
approached the red head walking aimlessly along the path. "Specially since you know how
dangerous it can be."
Willow turned to face Spike, a look of panic on her face.
"Hey," Spike backed up a step. "Ain't gonna hurt you, just want to know what you are
doing out this late?"
Willow turned away and started aimlessly down the path. Only to be stopped by a not too
gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Hell Witch, you got a death wish or something. Don't you got someplace to be?"
"Got no place to be," Willow muttered low, but not low enough.
"What? Slayer kick you out? What about your folks or Xander?"
"They won't want me. Not after what I done."
"Do tell," Spike raised an eyebrow. "What did you do to bring this down upon yourself?"
Willow told him.
"Am I evil," she asked plaintively.
"Not a chance girl, being evil means never having to say you're sorry, and unless I miss
my guess you been kicking yourself down the path all afternoon."
"Something like that."
"Which don't mean that you're not traveling down that path. Whether you finish the
journey, or not, depends on what you're gonna do." Spike paused. "So what are you going to
do?"
"Give up magic."
"Just like that, cold turkey. Not even gonna think about it agin."
"I can do it."
"Not saying you can't." Spike paused to dig out a cigaret. "Now you can give up
smokiing, if you try hard enough. Smoking's just a habit, one that'll kill you or not, but it ain't a
part of you. Magic's not like that you were born with it and you'll die with it, or because of it."
"What do you mean born with it. I never became a witch until five years ago."
"Subtle difference between having and using red. You just never used it til five years
ago."
"So I can stop using it."
"Sense of power that comes with it, kind of heady, and not easy to give up. Best learn
some control."
"Easy to say," Willow snorted. "Not so easy to do. When you're me."
Spike glanced at her.
"Don't put your self down red. Might be something you can do, and til we figure out
what, you can stay at my crypt."
Willow paniced. "They'll find me, you know they will."
"Yeah, I forgot, what with Buffy coming around so often and all. But they're gong to find
you eventually, unless you leave town, and I'm betting you're not ready for that yet. So, okay,
there's this little crypt close enough for me to keep an eye on. You could stay there."
approached the red head walking aimlessly along the path. "Specially since you know how
dangerous it can be."
Willow turned to face Spike, a look of panic on her face.
"Hey," Spike backed up a step. "Ain't gonna hurt you, just want to know what you are
doing out this late?"
Willow turned away and started aimlessly down the path. Only to be stopped by a not too
gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Hell Witch, you got a death wish or something. Don't you got someplace to be?"
"Got no place to be," Willow muttered low, but not low enough.
"What? Slayer kick you out? What about your folks or Xander?"
"They won't want me. Not after what I done."
"Do tell," Spike raised an eyebrow. "What did you do to bring this down upon yourself?"
Willow told him.
"Am I evil," she asked plaintively.
"Not a chance girl, being evil means never having to say you're sorry, and unless I miss
my guess you been kicking yourself down the path all afternoon."
"Something like that."
"Which don't mean that you're not traveling down that path. Whether you finish the
journey, or not, depends on what you're gonna do." Spike paused. "So what are you going to
do?"
"Give up magic."
"Just like that, cold turkey. Not even gonna think about it agin."
"I can do it."
"Not saying you can't." Spike paused to dig out a cigaret. "Now you can give up
smokiing, if you try hard enough. Smoking's just a habit, one that'll kill you or not, but it ain't a
part of you. Magic's not like that you were born with it and you'll die with it, or because of it."
"What do you mean born with it. I never became a witch until five years ago."
"Subtle difference between having and using red. You just never used it til five years
ago."
"So I can stop using it."
"Sense of power that comes with it, kind of heady, and not easy to give up. Best learn
some control."
"Easy to say," Willow snorted. "Not so easy to do. When you're me."
Spike glanced at her.
"Don't put your self down red. Might be something you can do, and til we figure out
what, you can stay at my crypt."
Willow paniced. "They'll find me, you know they will."
"Yeah, I forgot, what with Buffy coming around so often and all. But they're gong to find
you eventually, unless you leave town, and I'm betting you're not ready for that yet. So, okay,
there's this little crypt close enough for me to keep an eye on. You could stay there."