"I don't know Giles. Could this be just some way to hurt us, now that he can't bite?"
"I've thought of that also. Spike would go out of his way to...but he's too intelligent to starve himself to the point of delirium."
Buffy nodded as she looked over to where Willow was trying to get Spike to sit. "All right then, blood. I'll need money."
Giles got out his wallet, pulled out a twenty and watched as she pocketed it then left. His gaze followed the same track as Buffy's had earlier. "All right then," he muttered to himself as he began to make phone calls then look for the right volumes, "nightmares and prophesies, demons and..."
Willow slowly forced Spike into a sitting position. When she let go he slumped against the couch. He was so very pale, as if a fine powder dusted his face, even his lips had turned transparent white and he was shaking with fatigue and hunger.
She bit her bottom lip in turmoil, "Giles is there blood in the fridge?"
Her face darkened as he answered, "No, I'm afraid there isn't."
Spike was suffering so much and Willow couldn't stand by silently until Buffy got back, so she did the only thing that came to mind, she slit her wrist. Wincing in pain she went to the barely conscious vampire.
If possible his pallor seemed to pale more at the sight of her blood. "Shhh..." she soothed bringing her wrist to his slightly parted lips. His lips became soaked, blood began to dribble down his chin before any got into his mouth. The moment it did was immediately apparent. He grabbed her wrist desperately and began to drink the only thing that could save his undead life at the moment.
Still uttering soothing sounds Willow began to look him over for anything that could explain their present predicament. At that moment Giles entered carrying an ancient text.
"Willow I...Oh my, where did you get that knife?"
"He needed to eat, Buffy wouldn't have been back in time," she stated as she tried to soothe Spike who had pulled away from her looking like a scared toddler that had been caught doing something wrong.
She ran her wrist against his lips, "Tastes good, doesn't it? Go on, yes, that's right."
As soon as he had calmed and begun to eat she turned her attention back to Giles, "Have you found anything?"
"No, nothing. We need to have more information and since Spike is the only one who can give, you really shouldn't be doing that Willow, letting a vampire drink your blood is well, it..."
"I know the risks Giles and I couldn't let him suffer like that."
"Yes but," the doorbell cut him off.
"That must be Xander. Good Xan...Angel what are you doing here?"
"Cordelia had a vision, she said I was needed her. Also I've been having these odd dreams." Angel's voice sunk off as he caught site of Willow and Spike on Giles couch.
He started over, but was stopped by Giles, "In these dreams did Willow die?"
Angel turned back to look at the older man solemnly before nodding a slow affirmative.
"It seems Spike is having similar dreams, of a more intense nature."