Ignore Me Not
by jessebelle
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and my established bad attempt at humor.
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Chapter Nine: Listen First, Soul Later
Angel, after figuring out what was going on, went into sire mode. "That's enough. Willow, leave Doyle alone. There will be no playing of any kind. Cordy, Doyle, go down stairs and get the emergency kit. Spike, sit with her."
Realization hit Doyle and Cordy and they quickly ran downstairs. They returned quickly to see Spike sitting on the couch, his arm around Willow. Angel was standing over the two with a pissed off expression, it was a scary resemblance to Angelus. He saw them and motioned them to go in his office with their precious cargo.
Being a witch and having a very good memory, Willow instantly knew what they had and what they were planning on doing. She jumped up. "Hey, I don't think so." Expecting this, Angel grabbed her and cut off her oxygen until she fell unconscious, while Doyle and Cordelia made a run for the office.
Knowing this was going all wrong, Spike got up to help Willow. "Hey now, peaches, let the chit go."
Angel kept his hold on the sleeping redhead as he gazed sadly at her. "I'm sorry Spike, but this has to be done. She's not the Willow we know or love and I assure you, even you'll soon miss the old one. We can't wait that long or we'll lose her to guilt, so I suggest you sit down."
"What are you talking about, mate. Leave her alone."
"Spike, she needs her soul."
"What? Peaches, you don't know what you're doing, she's Willow."
"I know that Spike, but I can't allow you to make her evil. If you want to live, I suggest you leave. I'm giving you this chance." He placed Willow on the vacated couch.
Spike sighed loudly. "Poof, she's not-"
"Angel, it's not working. Her soul, it's lost." Cordelia had come out of the office with a heartbreaking expression marring her features. A tear fell out of her eye as she stared at her lost friend. Doyle peered out from behind her and shook his head. Angel instantly dropped to the ground next to Willow. He took her hand in his and looked at the floor.
"No, this can't be happening. This is Willow, sweet, innocent, happy Willow. She can't be a vampire. Not again."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Don't let her hear you call her innocent. Now if you'll just listen to me-" He was interrupted again.
"Oh my god, Buffy, Xander. They don't know. Cordelia, could you?"
Cordy nodded and went back into the office to call Sunnydale. Spike's eyes widened and he ran to stop her, but Doyle slammed the door in his face. He could hear the cheerleader make the phone call to the slayer. Just great, his brilliant plan was working out perfectly, in a way that wasn't.
"Bloody Hell, listen, Peaches, and listen good. Willow's fine, she's-"
"She's not fine, William. You did this, you went to far." Hearing his given name was the first warning and sure enough Angel stood up and grabbed a stake out of his pocket. Driven by grief he was too fast.
by jessebelle
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and my established bad attempt at humor.
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Chapter Nine: Listen First, Soul Later
Angel, after figuring out what was going on, went into sire mode. "That's enough. Willow, leave Doyle alone. There will be no playing of any kind. Cordy, Doyle, go down stairs and get the emergency kit. Spike, sit with her."
Realization hit Doyle and Cordy and they quickly ran downstairs. They returned quickly to see Spike sitting on the couch, his arm around Willow. Angel was standing over the two with a pissed off expression, it was a scary resemblance to Angelus. He saw them and motioned them to go in his office with their precious cargo.
Being a witch and having a very good memory, Willow instantly knew what they had and what they were planning on doing. She jumped up. "Hey, I don't think so." Expecting this, Angel grabbed her and cut off her oxygen until she fell unconscious, while Doyle and Cordelia made a run for the office.
Knowing this was going all wrong, Spike got up to help Willow. "Hey now, peaches, let the chit go."
Angel kept his hold on the sleeping redhead as he gazed sadly at her. "I'm sorry Spike, but this has to be done. She's not the Willow we know or love and I assure you, even you'll soon miss the old one. We can't wait that long or we'll lose her to guilt, so I suggest you sit down."
"What are you talking about, mate. Leave her alone."
"Spike, she needs her soul."
"What? Peaches, you don't know what you're doing, she's Willow."
"I know that Spike, but I can't allow you to make her evil. If you want to live, I suggest you leave. I'm giving you this chance." He placed Willow on the vacated couch.
Spike sighed loudly. "Poof, she's not-"
"Angel, it's not working. Her soul, it's lost." Cordelia had come out of the office with a heartbreaking expression marring her features. A tear fell out of her eye as she stared at her lost friend. Doyle peered out from behind her and shook his head. Angel instantly dropped to the ground next to Willow. He took her hand in his and looked at the floor.
"No, this can't be happening. This is Willow, sweet, innocent, happy Willow. She can't be a vampire. Not again."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Don't let her hear you call her innocent. Now if you'll just listen to me-" He was interrupted again.
"Oh my god, Buffy, Xander. They don't know. Cordelia, could you?"
Cordy nodded and went back into the office to call Sunnydale. Spike's eyes widened and he ran to stop her, but Doyle slammed the door in his face. He could hear the cheerleader make the phone call to the slayer. Just great, his brilliant plan was working out perfectly, in a way that wasn't.
"Bloody Hell, listen, Peaches, and listen good. Willow's fine, she's-"
"She's not fine, William. You did this, you went to far." Hearing his given name was the first warning and sure enough Angel stood up and grabbed a stake out of his pocket. Driven by grief he was too fast.