Chapter 7
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From room to room, Willow was in a cleaning frenzy; dusting, fluffing, polishing everything and anything. Her mind was still plagued with thoughts over their recent battle. The ceremony was just too elaborate and precise, for whatever was to be summoned, to fail. The dying monk's last words were repeating in her head, 'The princess has been summoned, it is only a matter of time before....'
"Willow, calm down, if you continue polishing the table, you're gonna make a hole," commented Xander.
Snapping back to reality, Willow looked down at what she was doing.
"Oh, will you look at that…"
"What's wrong?" he asked, "I've never seen you this wound up."
Willow sighed profoundly, "I just know that whatever it was that those monks were doing was accomplished."
"Well, whatever it is, we'll handle it," Xander said optimistically, "besides, we've got a powerful witch and the slayer."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, you know that?" she asked smiling. She was about to go upstairs when she remembered something else.
"Hey Xander, Spike was carrying someone out of there, right?"
He thought about a moment, "To tell you the truth, I didn't even see him there."
"Didn't see who?" asked both Giles and Buffy as they entered the house.
There was a bit of commotion as everyone was answering each other's questions regarding Giles' presence and Spike.
After all was said and done, Buffy decided to go and check up and Spike.
"I'll go with you," said Willow, "I won't be able to rest until I find out the truth."
"Alright, lets go then."
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Watching another Bow-twist [:)] infomercial was the last thing Spike wanted to see. Turning off the television, he decided to head out to clear his mind of the night's events. Grabbing his jacket, he took one step to the door before he turned around to see the young girl sleeping. Without thinking twice, he pulled the covers and tucked her in. He brushed back hair from her face before he straightened up, he didn't get halfway to the door before it was suddenly opened.
"Spike, we need to speak with you," Buffy said in a loud commanding voice, as Willow made her entrance.
"Look, I'll talk with you if you want to, be can we do this outside?" ask Spike in a low voice.
"You can't tell me where we can talk," objected an irritated Buffy.
"Just once, listen to me will you!" hissed Spike.
While the two were bickering, Willow surveyed his abode. She was about to intervene, when she saw a slight stirring in the bed. She slowly made her way there. Her hand shook with anticipation as she reached to pull back the covers. Clutching the edge of the sheets, she resolved to get the act over with quickly, but before she could, a cool hand grabbed her arm. Willow almost screamed bloody murder, but calmed her down when she saw that it was Spike.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked angrily.
"What are you doing, Spike?" asked Buffy, "You can't scare Willow like that without an explanation."
"Everyone out!" roared Spike, standing between the bed and them.
Willow and Buffy took several steps back as he took one step towards them. The anger in his eyes was something that neither of them had expected to see. Buffy shook off her startled expression and advanced on him angrily, but before she could say anything movement behind Spike caught her attention.
AN ^-^' I know I said I'd update once a week, sorry about that, but here is a much longer chapter. Hehehe
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