Buffy looks towards the source of the voice, Willow.
"Willow, I..."
A slightly stormy look appears on Willow's face.
"What? Were stalking me?"
Buffy shakes her head.
"I heard a scream. Thought I would be helping."
Willow has a cold expression.
"You didnt."
Buffy gets a bit angered.
"Wills, I thought I could help. Really, you're the problem."
Willow looks at Buffy strangely.
"Me? I'M the problem? No, Buff. I'm not."
Her words are harmless, her tone isnt.
"You are off doing god-knows-WHAT with a vampire!"
Willow takes a step forward, glaring crazily at Buffy.
"You want to know what we've been doing? We've been fucking, Buffy. Totally crazy fucking. Good sex."
Her tone is sarcastic.
"Seriously, Willow. Tell me what is going on."
Willow raises her hand, and lowers it, trying to hold her frustration.
"He's been training me to fight. Defend myself."
Buffy nods, and breathes a sigh of relief.
Willow catches the breathe, and looks a bit enraged.
"Were you thinking, Oh, hope Willow wasnt in to deep, so I can bring her back to good? Thought Spike could 'steal' me from you?"
Even as she speaks her angry words, she starts to cry.
Buffy sneers.
"Yeah, I wanted to bring you back, for the research! Spike could never take you from us. After he trains you, he prolly will kill you for the fun of knowing you trusted him!"
Willow's tears start to run more quickly, and she turns and runs out of the room.
Buffy calls taunts after her with a self-satisfied grin.
Spike glares angrily at Buffy.
"Hope you are satisfied, you stupid bint."
He glares angrily again, and takes off after Willow.
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-She was right, Spike hates me. Always has.-
Willow had long since stopped running, her tears clouding her sight too much.
When she hears footsteps, she doesnt think much of it.
-Vampires would be quieter.-
She wipes her tears away, and looks up just in time to see that the owner of the footsteps was a young guy.
She blushes deeply, hoping he hadnt seen her sobbing.
When he stops by her, she doesnt speak a word.
"Hmm, now what is a little girl like you out at night alone? You should be with someone."
Willow tries not to listen to the guy, never registering the fact he might be dangerous.
Before she can think enough to walk away, he grabs her roughly.
She forgets all her training as she panics.
He drags her into a deserted alley at the side of the building, and pulls her down to the ground.
"No!"
She tries to scream, but he places another hand over her mouth.
His hand trails down to the front of her shirt, and he begins to pull it off.
-Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.-
As he is beginning to do some things, she feels him stop, and is too far into stupor to notice.
She finally gets the strength to look up, and sees Spike's concerned face.
"Tired."
She faints.
"Willow, I..."
A slightly stormy look appears on Willow's face.
"What? Were stalking me?"
Buffy shakes her head.
"I heard a scream. Thought I would be helping."
Willow has a cold expression.
"You didnt."
Buffy gets a bit angered.
"Wills, I thought I could help. Really, you're the problem."
Willow looks at Buffy strangely.
"Me? I'M the problem? No, Buff. I'm not."
Her words are harmless, her tone isnt.
"You are off doing god-knows-WHAT with a vampire!"
Willow takes a step forward, glaring crazily at Buffy.
"You want to know what we've been doing? We've been fucking, Buffy. Totally crazy fucking. Good sex."
Her tone is sarcastic.
"Seriously, Willow. Tell me what is going on."
Willow raises her hand, and lowers it, trying to hold her frustration.
"He's been training me to fight. Defend myself."
Buffy nods, and breathes a sigh of relief.
Willow catches the breathe, and looks a bit enraged.
"Were you thinking, Oh, hope Willow wasnt in to deep, so I can bring her back to good? Thought Spike could 'steal' me from you?"
Even as she speaks her angry words, she starts to cry.
Buffy sneers.
"Yeah, I wanted to bring you back, for the research! Spike could never take you from us. After he trains you, he prolly will kill you for the fun of knowing you trusted him!"
Willow's tears start to run more quickly, and she turns and runs out of the room.
Buffy calls taunts after her with a self-satisfied grin.
Spike glares angrily at Buffy.
"Hope you are satisfied, you stupid bint."
He glares angrily again, and takes off after Willow.
..........................................................................................................
-She was right, Spike hates me. Always has.-
Willow had long since stopped running, her tears clouding her sight too much.
When she hears footsteps, she doesnt think much of it.
-Vampires would be quieter.-
She wipes her tears away, and looks up just in time to see that the owner of the footsteps was a young guy.
She blushes deeply, hoping he hadnt seen her sobbing.
When he stops by her, she doesnt speak a word.
"Hmm, now what is a little girl like you out at night alone? You should be with someone."
Willow tries not to listen to the guy, never registering the fact he might be dangerous.
Before she can think enough to walk away, he grabs her roughly.
She forgets all her training as she panics.
He drags her into a deserted alley at the side of the building, and pulls her down to the ground.
"No!"
She tries to scream, but he places another hand over her mouth.
His hand trails down to the front of her shirt, and he begins to pull it off.
-Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.-
As he is beginning to do some things, she feels him stop, and is too far into stupor to notice.
She finally gets the strength to look up, and sees Spike's concerned face.
"Tired."
She faints.