Thanks to the two people who reviewed. No three, someone sent one straight to my email. Big thanks to Gabrielle who reviewed twice. I dedicate this chapter to you, because I'm the author and I can do that. See the power you get when you write? You should try it out. :)
Also big thanks to Missy who betaed again and sent it back still mostly black and white. Big boost for my ego, which it really doesn't need.
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Things, unfortunately did not go Spike's way. He had hoped to follow the Witch into the cemetery, which he did, but past that things did not go according to plan. No nasty of any sort jumped out to make dinner of her, giving him no chance to save her by tackling her to the ground, then he would get up kill the demon, and go back to her, where they would...
'Where they would what, exactly?' Spike asked himself. He was realistic enough to know he was not going to get a shag out of the Witch. If he had saved her life and pressed his manly body all up against her body, which since Wolfboy left he assumed she has been without the touch of a man, she would give in and he was pretty sure he would be able to get a snog out of her, a grope at best. Which would excite her maidenly crush on him, and soon he would have her under his control. He figured if he worked things right he would have a sex slave, and it would all end up happening right under the Slayer's nose. Then when he got the chip out of his head, he would reveal it all, then kill the bitch, and keep the Witch around for awhile longer. He might even end up turning her in the end. He'd probably have to learn her name though.
But instead of things following along that plan, he ended following her at a distance through the cemeteries and onto the college campus. He pondered lurking outside of her dorm room for a little while, but decided that was to much of an Angelus thing to do, and there was no way he was going to do anything that would cause him to end up being thought of as an Nancy Boy?. 'Pfft' He was so much better than that big haired, soul having Ponce that the very idea he wanted to imitate the Neanderthalic-Slayer-loving-gem-stealing-human-helping-arse-hole was laughable. Spike laughed just for good measure before turning away from the window he'd been looking in and heading back to the cemetery. Maybe those demons would be there now.
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Willow picked dialed a number from memory into the cordless phone, standing beside her window, and looking out them at an angle, so she couldn't be seen from outside. She frowned and then smiled as the person she was calling picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"Who is this?" A confused voice said on the other line, "I don't know who this could be, because the only person who could be calling me right now, wouldn't be calling me right now because she is supposed to be knocking on my door right about now." Tara replied, confusion evident in her voice.
"I'm sorry Tara." Willow said, scooting away from the window and plopping down on her bed. "I tried to get away, I made it to the dorm, and you'll never believe what happened."
"You'll never believe what happened to me." Tara interjected before Willow could explain herself, "All my clothes they just," Tara paused and sighed, sounding a little sad, "disappeared."
"Disappeared, huh?" Willow replied laughter in her voice, "I wonder how that could have happened?"
"I don't know. You would think, 'Oh, must be magic.' but then magic's all make believe isn't it?" Tara laughed, "So you can't make it then?"
"No. I'm so sorry, I walked right out of study session and everything, but then as I was saying, something really weird happened."
"Okay, Okay. I give what happened?" Tara asked.
"Well remember I told you about Spike, the vampire who's helping us now. He tried to kill me a few times?"
"Um hmm."
"Well, he leaves right after I do, and he'd been acting weird all night. He was watching me a few times, but then he left the room for something. So I move up to the couch where he was sitting, because I figure he's leaving, and Anya was trying to read our emails while pretending to be asleep, and you know, that stuffs private. So then he come back and sits right next to me. And he smiles at me this big phony smile. And scoots a little closer. And that was right when you sent me that last email. So I get up and leave, because I wanted to come see you." Willow smiles as she pauses in her narration to lean over and take off her shoes and socks before laying down in bed and cuddling her pillow, still holding the phone to one ear, before continuing,
"So I'm walking over and Spike appears. And he's like, 'Hey little girl, I'm your knight in shining armour'" Willow pauses as Tara laughs at her very bad Spike imitation, smiling widely at the sound, "And then he gets all offended when I tell him to leave me alone. And then I cut into the cemetery, and he thinks he's being sneaky, but Hey! I've lived on the hellmouth my whole life, I know when I'm being followed, so I come to my dorm instead, because you know he would blab this to everyone or blackmail me or something. 'Cause he's evil and everything." Willow finished in a rush wincing at the words she hadn't meant to say. It hurt Tara's feelings whenever she brought up not telling people about them. It wasn't that she wasn't going to, but she wanted to enjoy it before everyone tried to make them feel bad about it.
"Yeah he is." Tara said, slightly more subdued.
"Isn't that weird though?" Willow asked, trying to get them back in happy mode.
"Yeah. Weird." She heard Tara sigh and say, "Look I gotta go, since your not coming over I'm gonna get to work on my economics paper."
"Wait. Wait!" Willow said hurriedly, "You didn't hear the weirdest part yet. So I came in my room and I checked the windows, like I do every night, and he's standing out there. But he's not looking at me. But he is, you know. So I duck over into the corner where he can't see me, but I can see him, and then all of a sudden he laughs, and then he looks up at my window one more time before leaving."
"Yeah, thats weird too. Look I really need to go, can I call you in the morning?"
"Tara, don't be mad. Please. You know what, get dressed, lets go tell them right now." Willow was already leaning down and grabbing her shoes, and pulling them on without socks.
"What? No! Willow, no!" Tara said loudly, "No, I know you want to wait to tell them. I understand. I'm not mad."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Are you still gonna go?" Willow asked, her voice small as she waited for the answer.
"No. So Spike, yeah that really is strange." Her voice still didn't sound as enthusiastic as she had at the start of the conversation, but it was warming up. "I think maybe he has a crush on you." She teased.
"What? No!" Willow shrieked, startled, unconsciously echoing her girlfriends earlier protest. "Spike doesn't have a crush on me. Thats crazy talk."
"Well I don't know, I happen to think your pretty crushable."
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah. If I didn't already know what you looked like naked, I'd be imagining it most of the day. Everyday." She heard Tara laugh, "Oh, look at that, I'm picturing it now."
"The idea of me naked makes you laugh? There's something wrong with that picture." Willow protested, pulling off the shoe she had pulled on.
"So are you still naked?" Willow asked conversely settling back against her pillows. Things were right with her girl again. Even though her girl was slightly cracked thinking Spike had a crush on her. Crush indeed.
Also big thanks to Missy who betaed again and sent it back still mostly black and white. Big boost for my ego, which it really doesn't need.
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Things, unfortunately did not go Spike's way. He had hoped to follow the Witch into the cemetery, which he did, but past that things did not go according to plan. No nasty of any sort jumped out to make dinner of her, giving him no chance to save her by tackling her to the ground, then he would get up kill the demon, and go back to her, where they would...
'Where they would what, exactly?' Spike asked himself. He was realistic enough to know he was not going to get a shag out of the Witch. If he had saved her life and pressed his manly body all up against her body, which since Wolfboy left he assumed she has been without the touch of a man, she would give in and he was pretty sure he would be able to get a snog out of her, a grope at best. Which would excite her maidenly crush on him, and soon he would have her under his control. He figured if he worked things right he would have a sex slave, and it would all end up happening right under the Slayer's nose. Then when he got the chip out of his head, he would reveal it all, then kill the bitch, and keep the Witch around for awhile longer. He might even end up turning her in the end. He'd probably have to learn her name though.
But instead of things following along that plan, he ended following her at a distance through the cemeteries and onto the college campus. He pondered lurking outside of her dorm room for a little while, but decided that was to much of an Angelus thing to do, and there was no way he was going to do anything that would cause him to end up being thought of as an Nancy Boy?. 'Pfft' He was so much better than that big haired, soul having Ponce that the very idea he wanted to imitate the Neanderthalic-Slayer-loving-gem-stealing-human-helping-arse-hole was laughable. Spike laughed just for good measure before turning away from the window he'd been looking in and heading back to the cemetery. Maybe those demons would be there now.
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Willow picked dialed a number from memory into the cordless phone, standing beside her window, and looking out them at an angle, so she couldn't be seen from outside. She frowned and then smiled as the person she was calling picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"Who is this?" A confused voice said on the other line, "I don't know who this could be, because the only person who could be calling me right now, wouldn't be calling me right now because she is supposed to be knocking on my door right about now." Tara replied, confusion evident in her voice.
"I'm sorry Tara." Willow said, scooting away from the window and plopping down on her bed. "I tried to get away, I made it to the dorm, and you'll never believe what happened."
"You'll never believe what happened to me." Tara interjected before Willow could explain herself, "All my clothes they just," Tara paused and sighed, sounding a little sad, "disappeared."
"Disappeared, huh?" Willow replied laughter in her voice, "I wonder how that could have happened?"
"I don't know. You would think, 'Oh, must be magic.' but then magic's all make believe isn't it?" Tara laughed, "So you can't make it then?"
"No. I'm so sorry, I walked right out of study session and everything, but then as I was saying, something really weird happened."
"Okay, Okay. I give what happened?" Tara asked.
"Well remember I told you about Spike, the vampire who's helping us now. He tried to kill me a few times?"
"Um hmm."
"Well, he leaves right after I do, and he'd been acting weird all night. He was watching me a few times, but then he left the room for something. So I move up to the couch where he was sitting, because I figure he's leaving, and Anya was trying to read our emails while pretending to be asleep, and you know, that stuffs private. So then he come back and sits right next to me. And he smiles at me this big phony smile. And scoots a little closer. And that was right when you sent me that last email. So I get up and leave, because I wanted to come see you." Willow smiles as she pauses in her narration to lean over and take off her shoes and socks before laying down in bed and cuddling her pillow, still holding the phone to one ear, before continuing,
"So I'm walking over and Spike appears. And he's like, 'Hey little girl, I'm your knight in shining armour'" Willow pauses as Tara laughs at her very bad Spike imitation, smiling widely at the sound, "And then he gets all offended when I tell him to leave me alone. And then I cut into the cemetery, and he thinks he's being sneaky, but Hey! I've lived on the hellmouth my whole life, I know when I'm being followed, so I come to my dorm instead, because you know he would blab this to everyone or blackmail me or something. 'Cause he's evil and everything." Willow finished in a rush wincing at the words she hadn't meant to say. It hurt Tara's feelings whenever she brought up not telling people about them. It wasn't that she wasn't going to, but she wanted to enjoy it before everyone tried to make them feel bad about it.
"Yeah he is." Tara said, slightly more subdued.
"Isn't that weird though?" Willow asked, trying to get them back in happy mode.
"Yeah. Weird." She heard Tara sigh and say, "Look I gotta go, since your not coming over I'm gonna get to work on my economics paper."
"Wait. Wait!" Willow said hurriedly, "You didn't hear the weirdest part yet. So I came in my room and I checked the windows, like I do every night, and he's standing out there. But he's not looking at me. But he is, you know. So I duck over into the corner where he can't see me, but I can see him, and then all of a sudden he laughs, and then he looks up at my window one more time before leaving."
"Yeah, thats weird too. Look I really need to go, can I call you in the morning?"
"Tara, don't be mad. Please. You know what, get dressed, lets go tell them right now." Willow was already leaning down and grabbing her shoes, and pulling them on without socks.
"What? No! Willow, no!" Tara said loudly, "No, I know you want to wait to tell them. I understand. I'm not mad."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Are you still gonna go?" Willow asked, her voice small as she waited for the answer.
"No. So Spike, yeah that really is strange." Her voice still didn't sound as enthusiastic as she had at the start of the conversation, but it was warming up. "I think maybe he has a crush on you." She teased.
"What? No!" Willow shrieked, startled, unconsciously echoing her girlfriends earlier protest. "Spike doesn't have a crush on me. Thats crazy talk."
"Well I don't know, I happen to think your pretty crushable."
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah. If I didn't already know what you looked like naked, I'd be imagining it most of the day. Everyday." She heard Tara laugh, "Oh, look at that, I'm picturing it now."
"The idea of me naked makes you laugh? There's something wrong with that picture." Willow protested, pulling off the shoe she had pulled on.
"So are you still naked?" Willow asked conversely settling back against her pillows. Things were right with her girl again. Even though her girl was slightly cracked thinking Spike had a crush on her. Crush indeed.