Willow walked to the school a bit too early, but she wanted to talk a few moments with her friends at the library. She hadn't meet them there two nights ago like she was supposed to. They had probably called her home and hadn't found her. [They must be worried senseless.]

She was still a bit sad about Oz, but Drusilla was amazingly comprehensive. On his side, Spike helped her forget with humour. This guy was a book on legs of sexually tinged jokes. If someone could get her out of a bad mood, it was him.

She heard the scooby gang talking animously in the library. When she pushed the door opened, all heads turned toward her. She shivered as a wave of cold stares greeted her. [Now what?]

"Look. There she is," Buffy said coldly, not even giving her a smile.

"Hi guys!" she waved at them. When they just stared at her, she frowned. "What? What is it?" she asked, alarmed at their behavior.

Xander didn't bothered to answer and Buffy sighed. "Nothing."

Walking to the table, she saw Giles pick up his book and go in his office. Everyone was avoiding her eyes. [What the hell is going on?!] She looked around and was relieved to see that Oz wasn't there. That was a plus. But the scooby's strange behavior was something to worry about. Thinking again about Oz, she realized she should at least tell her friends about their ending relation. She didn't know how she was going to say this, so she'd just blurt it out. "Guys, I have something to tell you."

Xander sharply looked at her. "Don't bother," he said roughly. "Oz already told us."

Willow didn't understand everyone's reaction. She had never seen her best friend talk to her like that and Buffy was mean. Giles didn't even speak to her and Cordelia was closely examining her nails... that wasn't very strange though. "Well, that's good. So I won't have to explain anything."

"Don't be so sure about that," Buffy replied. "I mean, how could you, Will? He loved you so much. Then you went cheating on him, breaking his heart and stomping on it."

Willow looked at her incredilously. "What?! How could *I*? He's the one who broke up with me."

"Of course he broke up with you," Xander said, stepping in the conversation. He couldn;t stand being around a slut."

The red head glared at him murderously. "I didn't cheat on Oz, thank you very much."

"Oh, so he just invented all that. What for?" Xander asked. Sarcasm was high in the air. "You're not who I thought you were."

Tears threatened to spill out of her green eyes. That was her friends talking to her like that. [Obviously, they believe Oz more than me.]

"Look. She's going to cry," the slayer sneered. "Should have think of that before jumping in someone else's bed. Just admit it, Will. You're such a bitch sometimes."

With those last words, Willow broke up into sobs and ran out of the library, going in the opposite direction from her house. Or she should say her parents' house. The mansion where Spike and Drusilla were was more of a home to her than that house she had been living in for seventeen years.

[I particularly dislike this week.]

* * *

Spike turned around as he heard the front door slam shut. He saw a blur of red run up the stairs and stomping astily in her room. He hissed as she again slammed the door. Looking up the stairs, he saw Drusilla coming down, still looking behind her. "What's up with her?"

"The nasty slayer and the chubby boy hurted her, said nasty things."

"How's that?" Spike asked, restraining his anger. He was starting to really like the little witch and her supposed friends threated her like shit.

Drusilla walked slowly to Spike and put her chin on his shoulder. "The bad wolf told them she was cheating on him, made them hate her. Now, she's alone at school. Only happy here with us."

"HE WHAT?!!" he yelled. [Stupid werewolf!] He morphed into game face and paced in front of the door. Still fifteen minutes before sunset. After that, the boy was the prey. He would hurt, of that, he could garanty. He would know how he got his nickname. He took two spikes from the top drawer of the desk near the fireplace. He continued to mumble death promises for the wolf.

Drusilla was watching him calmly. She knew not to talk to her childe when he was in this mood. No need to stay and watch him pacing. In ten minutes, he wouldn't even be in the mansion anyway. She climbed up the stairs, planning to join her little protege in her room.

She knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. Instead, the door opened and Willow stepped out of her room, wearing a sport bra and a pair of shorts. Her hair were pulled in a ponytail and she had a bottle of water with her. Drusilla cocked her head. "Where are you going, sweet?"

"In the basement. I need to workout some frustrations on the punching bag Spike keep. Want to join me?"

The vampire smiled at her. "Sure, just let me change."

Willow watched in amusement as her 150 years old friend jumped giddily all the way to her bedroom. After only three days in her company, she had started to figure out the mystery that was Drusilla. She wasn't insane. Sure, she was a bit loopy and she was childish sometimes, but she still got a grip on reality. With a little help, she could get through her moments of true insanity...or at least burn the damn dolls.

She turned around as she heard the front door slam. Frowning, she looked back at the hall to see Drusilla coming to her. "Where is Spike going?"

"His going to make the bad doggy hurt," she answered, smiling earily.

For the first time in her life, Willow didn't care. She knew the brunette vampire was talking about Oz and she had no doubts that she knew exactly what he had told her "friends". A small part of her was sorry for what Oz was going to suffer, but another part was thrilled that Spike cared enough for her to hurt anyone that dared hurt her.

Drusilla watched the tiny mortal carefully, glad that she wasn't objecting what her boy had planned. The red head was starring coldly in front of her, lost in her thoughts. "Come on, Willow," the vampire urged her on. "Lets go downstairs."

* * *

When Spike returned home, it was near sunrise. Willow and Drusilla were chatting on the couch and froze as they took sight of him. He had blood all over his clothes and a smile plastered his face. Willow cocked her eyebrow. "I assume you had a good time by that smile on your face?"

"Fantastic."

"Good."

Spike looked carefully at his little witch. [Wait a minute! When did she become MY witch? Dru is my princess.] He took a look at the vampiress and was surprised to see her watching Willow with love, just like him. It looked like she wouldn't have a fit when he'd admit his affection.

Brown eyes turned toward him. She wanted to tell him something, but didn't want to do it in front of the girl. [What does she want?]

The brown eyes turned again to look at the head. Then, he understood. She was longing to touch the mortal but didn't want to scare her. Spike nodded and walked to them. He let his coat on the back of a chair and crouched in front of Willow. "Don't be afraid, luv. Doesn't matter what slutty and chubs think. You'll always have us." He took her chin and pulled her to him. He gently took her lips in a sweet kiss. When he tried to pull away, her hand grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him again.

Drusilla watched her lover kiss the little *tree*, but didn't felt jealous. She knew that those two needed their moment, then she would be included. As if on cue, her childe took her hand and put it over Willow's. Scooting closer, she wrapped an arm around the girl's waist and kissed her neck.

All her senses were on overdrive. She couldn't think straight and only bribs of small informations got to her brain. At a certain point, she felt Dru join in the kiss. She should probably feel weird by having the two vamps glued to her, but no. She actually felt pretty good.

At that moment, the word school beeped in her mind and she pulled away. "Not that I don't want this to continue, but I have school today and I'd like to get ready." She laughed as they both groaned in disapointment. She stood up and proceed to go to her room.

As she walked by, Spike slapped her ass. "Come on, brat. Faster."

She glared at him, but he just looked at her with big innocent eyes. "Fine." She muttered something about childish vampires then walked upstairs. Forty-five minutes later, she was walking through the front door, her backpack slung over her shoulder.

She walked slowly, taking her sweet time, a bright smile plastered on her face as she thought about the kiss. It made her feel loved and safe again.

When she tried getting past the library, a hand shout out of it and pulled her in, a cry escaping her at the painful grip. She turned around to look in the angry eyes of the slayer. "Happy with what you've done, bitch?"

"What did I do now?" she asked angrily at the blond, barely controlling her anger.

Xander stepped in. "Oz was tortured and killed last night. Buffy found his body pinned to the school door early this morning."

"And I should care because...?"

"It was your fault," a voice said from the table, followed by Giles nodding in approval. Cordelia was glaring at her hatefully. "If you hadn't cheat on him, he wouldn't have been sad. You drove him to the edge and he went outside to grieve with no protection."

Willow stomped her foot on the floor and sighed. "For the thousand time, I didn't cheat on Oz!"

The blond slayer sneered. "Oh, I don't know. You're too innocent and not so bright to begin with. You wouldn't know if you played in your ex's back."

CRACK!!!

The force of the blow made Buffy sprawl on the floor, holding her jaw. Giles was imediatly at her side. Xander looked up in time to see red hair flying out of the doors.

[I can't believe I just did that.] Willow thought.

* * *

The door slamed shut. Spike turned around and saw his witch storm in the lounge. [What the hell did they say to her today?] He sighed and took the small hand in his larger one. "What happened, pet?"

"They make me so mad, Spike. They talk to me as if I was a slut. Oz made them believe that. I can't believe they took his words over mine! They told me it was my fault that the stupid mutt was killed. Buffy found his body this morning. Said I'm stupid. ME! Stupid! The bitch! I smacked her good!"

Spike bursted out laughing. "You punched the slayer?!" He had troubled standing up. The girl was fiery. [What a girl!]

Willow cracked a smile. "Yeah. Felt good." She gave Spike time to get past the initial shock to give him another one. She bit her bottom lip in nervousness. [What if he says no? What if Dru says no? What if...]

"Just ask already, pet," a voice interrupted her thoughts. She took a glance at the kitchen door to see Drusilla step out of it, a mug of blood in her hand.

She suddenly found the hem of her shirt very interesting. "Well, I want to hurt them but I don't have the guts do it." She found Spike's eyes and sighed as he gave her the "so what?" look. "If I didn't have a soul, I could probably kick their ass good, am I right?" She gave him her best puppy dog eyes and was ready to beg if needed.

He blinked. He didn't say a thing, just stared at her.

Drusilla rolled her eyes at her childe behavior. From the moment the young woman had came in the mansion, she had known what she wanted them to do : turn her, embrace her, bring her to the dark side. "Well, I don't see a problem."

"What?! You don't see a problem?!" Spike yelled at the top of his lungs. "She'll be soulless, immortal, sharing the same passions as us... actually, I don't see a problem either." Willow giggled. "Are you laughing at me, pet?"

"Yes. What you gonna do about it?" She squeeled as he lunched himself at her. She fell on the couch and Spike proceed to tickle her.

A few minutes later, they were both laying on the ground, grinning like idiots. The blond vampire proped himself up on his elbow. "You sure about the vampire thing, luv? Once it's done..."

"I know, Spike," the red head told him.

He watched her carefully, searching for any sign of hesitation. When he saw none, he stood up and pulled Willow with him. He held her close to him and she bared her neck for his eyes. He looked up as he saw his sire come into the room. He knew she was letting him turn the girl because one child was enough for her. He smiled at Drusilla as his face changed. Brushing his lips tenderly across Willow's neck, he gently scraped it with a fang. As she moaned, he held her tightly and sunk his fangs in her neck.

Willow held on for dear life. She was holding on Spike's arms painfully. The sensation was incredible, pleasure and pain at the same time. She had no other choice than let herself go. She felt the vampire pulling at her blood and her knees suddenly gave out. She felt him stabilize her with one leg worming between hers. She let her grip go as her limbs became numbed.

Letting go of her neck, Spike licked his lips, fighting the urge to bend once more toward her neck. He brought his wrist to his mouth and bit himself. He held it over Willow's mouth and let a few drops of his blood fall on her tongue. Bringing it closer, he felt the soft lips attached to the wound and sucking on it. Closing his eyes, he let her drink a bit more then pulled his wrist away. He felt her struggle to stay conscious then saw her give up. He heard Willow's heartbeat slowing down to finally stop forever.