He stumbled back prepared to fight, then realized who it was, "Dear Lord. Spike what are you doing here?" Concern replace confusion as he looked down at the transparent white man.Dear God, his lips have even gone white.
"Spike... Spike," he called impatiently trying to get the vampire's attention. Spike's eyes were glazed as a single tear formed and slid down his face.
The undead man whimpered a single word that caused Giles heart to skip a beat, "Willow."
"Dear God! Spike! Spike! What happened to Willow?"
"Dead," the haunted face whispered before beginning to keen again.
Giles' head seemed to explode a the thought. Willow dead? Dazed he slammed the door shut and lead the semi-conscious vampire to the couch.
Spike remained as he'd been lain. He keened, whimpering the redhead's name and how he was going to murder the demon that killed her. Giles stood back and watched him a moment still too dazed for coherent thought.
Buffy, he thought suddenly as he grabbed the phone.
"Buffy, we need to find Willow. Apparently she and Spi..."
"Giles, she's with me, right here. What's going on?" Buffy interrupted sounding both concerned and confused.
Giles glanced at Spike laying and whimpering on his couch. "I need you both to get over here right now."
"When was the last time he ate?" Willow asked her voice sounding hollow. Her entire being was focused on the man lying on the couch, he was so very pale, so very week and yet whimpering her name.
"I don't know, from his appearance." Giles started then stopped as she went and knelt beside Spike's delirious form.
"Shhhh," she whispered, "I'm here."
The change in him was abrupt. He stopped muttering her name and his unfocused eyes slowly came to focus on her.
"You're not dead?" he asked in a delirious tone.
"No, I'm right here," she whispered softly looking into his worried stricken eyes.
"But there was so much blood and your heart stopped," his voice cracked and his eyes became unfocused again. His face took on a haunted look as he relived horrors.
"Spike...Spike," she called softly till she had his attention, "When was the last time you ate?"
His voice was far away, childish and fearful, "Before the nightmares."
"How long ago was that?" she pried softly.
"Four, five days."
Her voice became hollow again as she turned to her friends, "Buffy get some blood. Giles we need to find what's doing this, call Xander, tell him to bring Anya. Then call my friend Tara, if a demon is doing this she might be able to help us with a protection spell."
Buffy and Giles stood uncertainly a moment as Willow turned back to Spike.
"Giles, could this be a demon? Can they do that, send a vampire into delirium?"
"I don't know. We need to find if this is just a demon or a prophecy."
"Prophecy?" Spike whimpered fearfully. He tried to lift his arms to grab Willow and pull her to him, but his arms fell limply to his side. He growled in anguish and whispered, "So much blood."
Willow turned his face so he was looking at her. " I thought you liked blood."
His eyes darted over her face. "Not yours on the ground."