DISCLAIMER: nada esta mine. Powers (nousobilla) do not really exist – this is just fiction... Not to be taken seriously.      

SUMMARY: An alteration on the end of Season Six. Giles did come back and managed to restrain Willow but Anya never frees her. No one knows how to deal with Willow's magic problem. Then Spike takes charge- unexpectedly.

AUTHORS NOTE:  Thank you: True Desires, Caz n Christine…todo de mi amigos! Don't worry about not understanding the power/colour thing yet – all will be explained.

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Envai Gold

Opna Black

Henyo Orange

Keitu Blue

Deygo Light Green

Yetchu Yellow

Sirus Turquoise

Ferro Purple

Gio Silver

William Red

The colour represents that particular power's magic colour.

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"She can't stay here, Slayer."

"I know that you bleached blond-leather wearing-blood drinking BAST-"

"Don't take it out on me, pet. Red did what she did coz' that's who she is, not coz I wear leather."

Buffy froze at his words and for the 700th time she remembered Willow's actions. The magic had become evil somewhere along Willow's path. Without it, the witch was in agony. Classic signs of addiction. Buffy's sweet tempered friend now needed to burst herself with a shot of magic just to stay alive. It was like heroine for her.

"She could have fought it pet, but the truth is she didn't. You gotta accept her for who she is – an addict. A dangerous, violent, black magic user that could easily hurt anyone. You included. Slayer strength isn't worth shit compared to black magic."

Buffy closed her eyes in a sign of acceptance. Spike was right. She knew that he knew about magic and had seen things that were never mentioned. The tears started to silently roll down the Slayer's cheeks.

Spike sighed and stepped out of the room.

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"Gio Omal bring forth your power. Gio Omal bring into me your compassion. Gio-"  

"Fuckin' HELL!"

Spike had stepped into the witch's room to check on her, expecting everything except the site in front of him. From experience, William knew that Willow was farther into the deep end than they had imagined. Evoking 'Gio Omal' was more than he had expected from the witch. More than he would put up with.

The witch snarled at the interruption, her eyes black with magic and her body glistening with sweat from her withdrawal. Earlier that night, a few moments after Giles and Buffy had gone to the back of the shop, Anya had called out to them to return. When they did, they had found Anya averting her eyes from a figure standing very close to Willow. It had been Spike. His face was sombre, no longer cocky and arrogant; they found the vampire to be very serious and severe. He spoke quietly and with control, his accent was softer - but there was a steely force behind his words. Buffy had been lost after the blond-vamp had spoken but when she had looked at Giles, he was pale and only said- 'Envai…I see…I see.' The two men had exchanged a few words, and then Spike had walked towards Giles and said: 'Well Done, Rupert. I feared that I would be too late. You have done yourself and the Dover coven, justice. You must be tired from your evocation. You can rest now. Inform Felia that her coven has done well and that I'll be handling the witch. Would you mind? I prefer to work alone.' Buffy only remembered Giles looking relieved and asking them all to leave Spike with Willow. Anya made no argument and quietly, almost in awe, left the room. Buffy had been resistant, but the cold stare and harsh words she had received from her Watcher both confused and silenced her into submission. After a few minutes the vampire had emerged rendering Willow incapable of witchcraft for an indefinite amount of time – which was obviously over now.

"How DARE you try to evoke Gio Omal you stupid naïve little girl!"

Though he had interrupted the spell, Willow's eyes were now tinged silver, the colour of Gio Omal's magic. The vampire's own eyes widened with realisation. To have the magic enter her soul even with an interrupted spell, and no herbs… Gio Omal was used to visiting Willow's soul…. very used to it in fact.

"Don't lecture me, vampire. You do not want me to prove the power of my magic."

Spike gave an involuntary shudder…she was right. He had seen that power misused and at her present state she would not be able to control herself. She had already become a large part of Gio Omal's essence and the vampire knew he would have to act quickly. To buy himself some time, he threw another restraining spell towards her. Instead of a colourless solution, like the one Giles had evoked, surrounding Willow however, Spike sent a strong red essence, in ribbon form towards the witch. She tried, in vain, to deflect it, but she was soon bound. Shaking his head, the vampire left the room.

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"…just get rid of all magicky type things from the house?"

Spike almost snorted at that as he entered the living room at the Summers residence. Buffy was pacing, her face drawn and agitated. Her movements were weary and Spike could sense she was desperate for a solution, almost to the brink of insanity. Her ex-watcher, just teleported in from England, looked equally as unsettled, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning against the far wall. Dawn was biting her lower lip and fidgeting in one of the sofas, shooting glances between everyone present. Xander, seated a few feet away from her, was bent with his head in his hands, massaging his scalp as if easing the worries present. Even the vengeance demon was unnerved, having been cursed by the witch upstairs earlier that evening just as Anya had taken in some dinner for her. Luckily Spike knew the curse and was able to quickly stop its course.

"How is she?" Buffy whispered, directing a gaze towards Spike.

"Not in a good shape. She's… a lot farther in that we thought. Taking away 'magicky things' ain't gonna do the trick this time ducks."

"What do you mean, Spike?" The Watcher, looking much older than everyone remembered, turned to face the vampire.

"You all know by now that I have some experience in magic. From where and how I need not explain. I can tell you now that Willow is into the bloody shit. She's not quite herself. There's a rare and fatal death awaiting her. Few witches or warlocks reach her stage of magic if they ain't suited for it by destiny like she isn't suited for it. This is coz nature itself has barriers against it. However, those of evil nature joining with her inner magic or she herself performing a ritual requiring the murder of an innocent creature is a loophole in that plan. I happen to know that she has done both those things. With access to the magic that she has access to… she could defeat the Slayer with one glance."

Dawn choked back a sob and stood, leaving the room. 

Xander rose from his seat, his face pleading and insane.

"Don't trust him! Bleach-boy is wrong! He's a vampire!"

"Xand-"

"Wills is fine!"

"Xander…"

"SHE IS!!!"

"No, she's not mate."

"SHUT UP! SHE IS!!"

"Xander, please, this behaviour won't get us anywhere."

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"

"He DOES Xander."  The room grew silent after Buffy's outburst. Everyone knew how much Buffy disliked Spike. They all knew about the-rape-that-did-not-happen. But she had just stood up for him. Either she trusted him or she was insane.

"No…" Xander, weakened, fell back into his seat.

"What can we do, Spike?"

"Get everyone together pet, this will need a lot of effort."

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"I know what I could do that would give that witch the slightest possibility of surviving. If we leave her as she is, she will die and most likely kill all of us and the world in the process. As we saw, my…work only rendered her incapable for a very short time and if we continue to repress her magic it will grow worse just as the Poof's demon grew worse the longer it was caged. I'm the only one who can do it."

"Do...what?" Giles whispered.

"Save her."

"How?"

Spike sighed, this was the hard part, and he knew the Scoobies would object to his plan but it truly was the only was possible solution.

"Quarantine."

"What?"

"I'll take her away from here. Far away. Somewhere isolated so if she tries anything short of destroying the world, fewer people will die. If her soul stabilises, we might move elsewhere. I won't tell you what I propose to do with her. My experiences are my own and my knowledge is my own. I've been around a good long time. I know I'm the only one with the best shot at helping her. If we go, then tonight or at latest tomorrow morning would be best."

He expected cries of protest, anger and fighting from Xander…

"How long?" Buffy asked

"I can't say… but I wouldn't raise your hopes, she may be too far gone for even me to help her."

"How will you take her?

"I have a method of subduing her for a defined amount of time."

" How will we know if things are working?" Xander asked.

"You won't. It would be far too risky for there to be any contact between us. Magical reasons involved."

At this point, Spike expected protest.

"I'll pack her things…" Anya rose.

"She won't need clothes or anything like that. But I'll need pictures, sentimental stuff, pictures, trinkets, and memories…I'll be copying some of your memories with her into myself…I'll try an emotional pull first."

"Ok."

Dawn hesitated a moment and then spoke. "Bring her back Spike. Please."

"I'll try, platelet."

 "I'll go to your crypt and pack your stuff." Buffy rose.

"Clothes and weapons. There are also two chests, locked and chained, both brown. Hidden, but I'll make them appear to you. Take Xander. One more thing, a black candle, it must be from the shelf, not the ground."

Xander mutely stood and followed Buffy to the door. Pausing he turned back to face Spike and whispered… "Thanks."

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Spike lifted the sleeping redhead and carried her out of the room. The group, Giles nearest to him, looked away, unable to see the now black eyes, burnt skin, emphasised veins, drooling silver, static shocks buzzing from her fingers…

"How will you feed her?"

"She will not need to eat until Gio Omal has left her soul. It's an age-old…well its there so that she is less 'weak'. Food is necessary for life. If it is not, then you can exist without it and will not have a crutch so to speak. Gio will sustain her life."

"What about you?"

"I have my blood bags… and animals nearby…I'll survive. I won't need to eat much either. I'll be in a different form most of the time."

"How will we know if she has killed you or escaped and knocked you out or…?"

Spike abruptly turned to go downstairs, outside and to a rented car that he planned to destroy upon arrival. The vampire gently placed the witch across the back seat and with a whisper, caused several gold taunt ribbons to crawl over her skin. The vampire turned back to the Scoobies. He held up his right palm and after a few seconds a red light appeared to radiate from it. This was the first time any of them had witnessed Spike actually do magic. To help Anya after Willow cursed her, all he had to do was mix a drink.

"This will light the candle you brought from my crypt. The flame will be red as long as I am undead. It will go out if I am destroyed. If I am destroyed, either she will be dead or she will have escaped. If the candle goes out, a red ray of light, visible only to you," At this point, Spike, touched each of them once, "will lead you to my body. I won't become dust, but I will be dead. It would be nice if the Slayer here could do me the honour of a staking at that point. Otherwise I'll be caught between dimensions, forever. When you find me, if Willow is dead also, she will be nearby. If she is alive and well but I have been destroyed, she will be nearby, unconscious probably or suspended very high up in the air- the Poof will be able to get you in touch with someone who would be able to get her down in that case. If she has escaped she will still be evil – there is very little you can do…Just hope that does not happen. I will tell you now, I'll do all I can, but if I get too weak, I will kill her, rather than risk her fighting me and escaping."

"Ok. I understand." Buffy nodded, ever the calm and collected Slayer.

She would cry that night.

Cry so much that Dawn would have to call Angel.

"Good." Spike nodded.

Before, the parting could hurt more; Spike turned away and started the car.

"Goodbye."

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