He'd been around to pick up a few fresh blood bags when they'd brought her in. Her body still warm when he'd threatened his way into the back to see just who it was, they'd taken from the Summer's home after only seeing a flash of blonde hair being wheeled away down the hall.
It was a split-second decision a crazy one at that unheard of and most likely pointless considering that despite her still warmed appearance her heart had stopped beating long before he'd gotten to her. Not the ideal option for the plan unfolding in his head.
"You didn't deserve this pet." He murmurs his hand resting against the side of her head as he carefully inspected what he could see of the single life-ending wound at her collarbone.
The shot was sloppy at best yet lethal in its after-effects.
"But I'm going to make this right." He promised taking extreme care in lifting her from the cold hard slab they'd dropped her on. Her head lulling until it was nestled against his shoulder with her arm falling back behind his neck almost as if she was simply sleeping in his arms despite the disproving splattering of blood staining her pale blue shirt.
He only needed to change into his true face once on his way to keeping his newly given promise when the braver of the two male nurses working that night tried to take the blonde from him while he waited for the smarter more terrified of the pair to add in a few extra items to his normal order of blood bags.
"What the hell are you doing William?"
Spike didn't turn his head at the sound of Angel's grumpy tones although a part of him was impressed the elder vampire had found them so quickly after Spike's abrupt departure from Sunnydale. Not that he had much choice since he didn't want to see the looks on any of the Scoobie's faces if his idea didn't take. Not that Red would let him live that long after she found out what he'd done if what he'd heard she'd done to Warren was true.
"You know sometimes I forget we share a bloodline." The white-haired vampire sighed still doing his best to keep the already dead heart circulating enough to mingle enough of his own dead blood into her veins.
"You know this isn't how our kind is made." Angel reminds. "our children need to be at the point of death to be turned why are you-"
Spike cuts the other man off with a deep animalistic growl as he rounded on his sire. Dru would always be his first but Angel. Angel was the closest he'd had to a father in this undead life. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to punch his undead father right in his gut if he didn't shut up soon. "Then find me a way to talk to the so-called powers so they can sort this mess out. Cause she didn't deserve this." Spike snapped pushing the needle on his end of the transfusion tube deeper into his veins with his teeth earning a full fang out hiss of discomfort as his face changed to that of his true self.
"Why do you care so much?" Angle wonders noticing the delicate care the normally sullen white-haired vampire had taken with the blonde from cleaning whatever amount of blood was left from her fatel wound to placing a small pillow and fluffy looking blanket under her to keep out the unforgiving chill of the hard stone lid of the coffin Spike was using for a table.
His prized long black leather duster draped over her like a blanket.
"The real reason." He clarifies before Spike could growl out another 'she didn't deserve this' comment.
"She was kind to me, even when I gave her every instance under the sun to hate me she didn't and when she did it was only because I'd royally messed up," Spike admits after a long pause shifting his face from his true form to his more humanized one as he tries yet again to push just enough of his own blood into her for her to open those inquisitive blue eyes of hers.
He didn't mind if she woke up wanting to attack him so long as she was back.
"Buffy trusts her, Giles and Xander both adore her, and Dawn well she was like the second-best big sis and mother figure, Little Bit could ever want." Spike lists but breaks off when traitor tears burn his eyes. "They need her."
"She smells like Willow," Angel notes realizing that name had been left out of Spikes mini listing approaching much more consciously now. The sheer power of even the dying embers of magic in this one human was incredible.
"As she should. They shared far more with each other than just a love of magics" Spike clarifies then his expression turned much more serious. "Trust me when I say this one's love story with Red complicated as it sometimes puts even our tortured romances with Dru, Darla, and Buffy combined to shame." Spike says as plainly as he can when talking about the honest love, he'd seen between the two Wicca lovers despite all the bumps in the road they'd had along the way.
"Wow." Was all Angel could think of to say. "What do you need me to do?"
Spike glanced over at his 'grandsire' as he'd once heard Xander jokingly call him. "Really?"
"She's special to you, to Buffy…. I want to help." Angel says honestly shrugging off his own long coat tossing it away over one of the lawn chairs Spike had set up to make the dank crypt a little homier. "Anything you need."