Title: Vanilla and Kinks

Author: Witchy Red

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them.

Notes: NETHING else refer to previous parts

Everyone stared silently. Willow sighed and dropped her head onto Spike's chest. They all thought she was losing it, going crazy from the stress. She wasn't. She was pissed more pissed then she had ever been. Willow shut her eyes tightly and shifted her head. She was suddenly so cold. Shivers were running down her body. Her forehead was like ice. Willow sat up and looked at Spike. She reached up to touch his face and then drew back in pain. His skin was so cold it had burned her. Something was wrong.

"Spike, why are you so cold?"

"What do you mean, Luv?" Spike asked curiously.

"Your skin, it's freezing. It burned my hand when I touched it because of the cold." Willow said holding up her injured hand. Spike stared at her red swollen hand confused.

"Can't you feel it?" Willow asked.

"No, I feel fine."

"He was cold earlier, too." Angel said. He moved closer to the couch as if he could fix Spike with a softly spoken word and a hand gesture. Spike glared spitefully at him and Angel retreated back to his corner.

"When was the last time you fed?" Willow asked. Spike hesitated. He looked at the two slayers standing a few feet away from him and weighed his odds. With the way his Red had been acting lately he figured they were pretty good.

"I fed a few hours after I got up. It hasn't been so long that I should be burning you."

Buffy stiffened as Spike talked about feeding. She did not need to hear about that. She was supposed to kill monsters like him so they wouldn't kill. Now, because of her best friend, who was supposed to be a white-hat, she was letting one roam free. It grated against every slayer instinct she possessed but for the sake of her friend's happiness she would do it. She would do anything for her friends.

"Don't worry, Slayer. I didn't kill her." Spike told the blonde slayer.

"And I'm supposed to believe you because?" Buffy retorted. As Willow listened to her best friend and her mate argue her vision began to fade until she could see nothing. Willow knew she should be afraid. This was what had happened before. She was going back. But she couldn't seem to work up the energy to care. She just sat, staring, waiting for her vision to clear. When it did she was back in the temple. This time instead of being The Whisper she was just an invisible peeking tom watching the scene unfold.

The Whisper was sitting in front of the alter, her back to the room. She looked as if she was praying but her back shook with exhaustion. She gasped for air she did not need, for she was in a dead and decomposing body, and weakly tried to stand. Her demon servants rushed over to help but she waved them off. She was strong enough to stand. She would not except help. Finally she stood and turned toward her minions.

"I need the slayers! Go! Bring them to me!" The Whisper cried out. Her followers rushed to obey her every word and left her alone to finally give in to her weakness and sink back down to the cement floor.

Willow's vision swirled into a hue of colors and then pulled sharply back into focus. She was back in her own house but it was not the peaceful weariness that she had left. Instead it was a mass of confusion and violence. The demons were back and the rest of the Scoobies were fending them off. Xander and Wesley were attempting to stave off two with an end table and a couple of lighters, Giles was lost in a mass of demons but every so often a flash of metal was seen and body parts flew. Buffy was unconscious and thrown over a demon's shoulders while Angel and Faith tried to fight to her side. Spike was, amazingly enough, using his bear hands to kill more then the rest of them combined. Whenever he would grab a demon its skin would freeze into ice crystals and then burst into flame. When it was through all that was left of them were tiny piles of ash and ice. Willow's dazed mind didn't even sense the weirdness in it she was just glad that he was safe. She noticed how he had not moved more than two feet from her in his fight. Somehow he managed to keep himself between herself and the demons.

My protector. Willow thought. Then she was pulled out of her thoughts by Faith's screams. A demon had her by the waist and no matter how much she struggled she could not get free. The demon began to carry her out the door and after the one who had already taken Buffy. Before Willow could blink Angel and Giles tried to run after them but swarms of demons surrounded them. Their were to many to fight and the men could feel their death coming. Willow yelled out the same spell she had used at the library only this time with extra power. The vampires inside her house all burst into flame. Their screams filled the air but they didn't die. Then an icy blast of air flew through the room and the fire crystallized trapping the demons inside. When Willow threw a blast of pure power at the frozen demons the crystal ice exploded blowing up the demons in the process. Spike and Willow had killed all of the demons that were inside the house but not even one spell could reach the ones that had taken the slayers. The demons escaped with the gang's leaders, with the slayers.