Spike awoke to pain once more. How long had he been here? He looked around at the etchings he had scratched into the wall, due to his madness. His few sane moments were spent keeping track of the days. brbr
Three weeks. Three long, painful weeks had passed since he had escaped from Africa. Spike started to rise, clasping the wall for support, ready to collapse again at any moment. brbr
But his legs worked. After a month or so of crying and lunacy, he could stand, physically and emotionally. He panicked. What could he do? He couldn't stay in the basement of a High School, but where would he go? He sat down again and in his mind called out for somebody who cared, somebody who could show him the way. brbr
He was still partly crazy, but he was dealing. He worried that this was all a dream. That he would wake up and be tortured again. His call for love became for intensified, as he felt the impending loneliness all around him. br br
Realizing what he was doing was become more magical than imagination, he kept at it. The power it took to call out was draining him, and he was already on empty. His power was gone, and he lied down again, at peace with himself. brbrhr
The two were at peace together, one making a call for love, one desperate to be somebody's love, and feel it. The call surged directly to Willow, and she awoke with a start. brbr
She made a quick scream as she bolted up, trying to remember what made her awaken. She closed her eyes and searched herself, hard. She remembered the call, and the deep, sultry voice that she had heard. It sounded so familiar, but why would it be coming to her? brbr
"Giles? Help," she called out quietly. Giles came from the kitchen, hearing her scream was not unusual these days, but it was never uncalled for. "Willow? Are you alright? Did you see something?" he asked cautiously. brbr
She shook her head, "No, well maybe. I heard someone, or more like felt them. There were no words, but the feeling was there, and I understood it perfectly. I don't know who it was, but I know where it came from." She said, lying a bit about not knowing who it was. It registered the second she woke up. brbr
She had always thought Spike was attractive, how could she not? But when she found Tara, she knew she had found love, and that Spike would just be an attraction. A fatal attraction, if you will. brbr
But now he was calling out to her? Then it struck her, where had he been? She never even heard anything or saw him whilst she was ransacking Sunnydale. The emotion he felt, it was amazing. She was in tune with him, and she felt his fear and desperation. brbr
She had never known Spike to fear, that just wasn't him. But what could be happening to him? She tried to call back to him, but she could feel that the signal would not get through. He must be completely drained. brbr
"Willow? Hello?" Giles called, waving his hand in front of her face. She realized she had been staring off at the stairs, thinking. "Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, I was thinking. What were you saying?" she asked. He shook his head, "I said that seemed rather odd, and that you should probably investigate it after Buffy comes over here. She's on her way." hr
