She smiled slightly as she stretched her arms above her head. This was the
first night she had no dream. Willow almost felt like breaking into tears
because she was so happy, maybe even doing a little of Xander's snoopy
dance. She didn't notice that she wasn't reminded of Xander being brutally
killed by Spike. It didn't faze her mind.
After cleaning up her spell things, she got dressed and headed to the magic shop. She slept way past the afternoon. Her body was finally getting rest; she didn't want to disturb that.
The building came into sight quickly as she walked faster. It was a couple hours before sunset. "I wondered if they asked Spike," she thought quietly to herself. She had mix feelings about that subject. Having not seen him in days, she craved his touch, but it was chancy around the gang. She knew she wouldn't jump his bones, her mood wasn't that horny, but her lips were tingling to kiss him. 'Maybe I could turn him on enough to want me,' her mind thought, but quickly removed it. For her brain already decided that she could turn on no man and was surprised Spike even found her desirable. 'He probably doesn't. He probably just puts up with me because I'm pathetic and he doesn't want to hurt my feelings.' All of a sudden a cold wave douched her body and goose bumps raised. She suddenly stopped walking faster and had the sudden need to close her eyes. She shrugged it off and walked into the shop.
"Hey Wills," Buffy said occupied in a spar with Giles. "Yea, hey," Xander said not even looking up from his book. She gave a silent nod and placed her things on the table, but a thick book. She climbed the stairs to where the books that were not meant for her eyes and returned the dark arts book back into its place. She walked back down the stairs towards a very confused and blustered Giles. "What were you doing up there?" his voice was slightly accusing, but his panting from fighting Buffy was making him seem harsh. "Just putting a book back," she said her voice even and flat. She was suddenly really cold and wished she had a jacket. She tried to ignore it.
"So when are we going to kick some demon ass?" Buffy yelled as she hit the punching bag in the back room. She was super pissed that some demon would stoop so low to hire a 'slayer hit-man'. "After sunset when Spike gets here." "Why do we have to wait for Deadman Jr.?" Xander asked annoyed that they all have become so dependent on the bleached vamp. "Because we're going to need all the help we can get. We don't know how many Rimnol demons we're facing out there." Giles took off his glasses and cleaned them with the bottom of his shirt. His patience was wearing thin and fast. "Willow," he addressed. She still kept his back towards him. "Willow," he said louder this time. "Yo, Wills," Xander yelled and saw the redhead jump. She turned around. "Yes?" she asked her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind was reeling with how was she going to stand seeing Spike. "Would you get your supplies ready? We need to be prepared for when the attack comes." She shifted her eyes and nodded. She hoped this spell was better than the one she performed.
After Spike arrived the gang got ready to leave. Willow hadn't said anything to him since he walked in. She just kept her glances low to the ground. It did not do for her to lose her cool. Or for him, even though it shouldn't matter, since she was nothing. No one could be attracted to nothing, unless you were just a horny pent up Vampire. One who should just stop taunting her. Some days she really wished she didn't love him. "What's on your mind, pet," Spike asked as he walked in stride next to the redhead and scowled when he found out he only had two fags left. "Nothing." The vampire looked at the people ahead of him, the slayer's groupies. They were far enough ahead that they couldn't hear. He was pleased with that. "You sure 'bout that?" Willow looked at him skeptically. Why was he doing this? She was about to say something, but by the girlish scream from Xander she knew it wasn't the right time. "Willow!" Giles yelled for her to come. She shrugged at Spike and walked slowly to where her friends' needed help.
She sat on the grass, knowing what needed to be done. Nobody could really protect themselves from the demons unless she did something. It was up to her and Spike truthfully. Every time the demon touched someone with nonhuman, their skin would burn like plastic, but for some strange reason it didn't affect vampires. Rimnols' had a stronger slayer sense than a vamp did and normally shot off an aroma that put the slayer in an unconscious state. All Willow had to do was block out all of these special powers. She could do it; it was an easy job. She then had to make them want Spike so he could massacre them, while Giles took care of Buffy. The spell would be a piece of cake. Giles was the one who helped write the spell so she knew this one would work. The only part that worried her was that she wasn't motivated enough. She didn't really care what happened and that part scared her.
"I call the elements before me to take away the constants. Blind the eyes and all knowing senses. Make the awareness dissolve to earth and touch turn cold. Let the wrong be wronged and the dust be dust. Turn the table from the chosen and face it towards the deaden. So mote it be." The words flowed off her tongue as if she didn't even have to think twice about it. A forceful wind ripped through the air and twirled around the demons. They dropped their victims to the ground and growled.
"C'mon bitches," Spike said while getting ready to pounce. He looked around confused when none of them started to attack him. Buffy was barely conscious swatting away Riley while he insisted to help her up. Giles was trying to help Riley. Xander was in Anya's arms and she was kissing him feverously. And Willow was in nowhere in sight.
All of a sudden, Spike smelt blood –Willow's blood. Then a moan hit his vampire ears and he screamed for her. Everyone turned in confusion as he ran over to where she was, most of the group following. And the scene in front of them shocked them all.
Willow was sitting on her little blanket on her knees, her face sort of dull and shocked, and hair blowing behind her. It was almost as she was still. Five demons surrounded her. One was attacking her from each side, slicing into her skin and burning it. Another one had her by the neck slowly squeezing her windpipe. But it didn't look like she was struggling, even though blood was flowing freely from all the cuts. "Red!" Spike bellowed a hint of fear cursing into his dead veins. She didn't even look up to him, like she didn't hear him. Unexpectedly, her head shot to the sky as if looking to the sky, her eyes turned pure black, and the demons started to back away. Magick fizzled through the air. Then a bright blueish white light came sizzling through her fingertips and out her mouth. It disintegrated the demons, but not before one stuck a knife into the side of her chest. She started to tremble as she stared ahead blankly.
"Oh my god," Giles stated finally bringing everyone out of their stupor. The redhead passed out, defeated, onto her blanket. "Someone help her," the weak slayer yelped, still being held by Riley. Spike strolled over to her and picked her up, trying to keep his demon away. All it wanted to do right now is kiss the girl awake and then shag her senseless. "Should we get her medical attention?" Riley asked, noticing the comfortable way Willow fit into Spike's arms. He didn't like it. A vampire, even one who has saved his ass many times, shouldn't have contact with humans. It wasn't right. "She'll be fine," Anya said. "That way Xander and I could go and have sex now." Everyone groaned. "Yes, I think she will," Giles finished. He flinched as he saw her being carried by Spike. "I guess, just take her home, Spike." Everyone walked away and Spike cursed. Even though it was for the better (being his mark all over her body), cleaning this girl up would be one hell of a job.
After cleaning up her spell things, she got dressed and headed to the magic shop. She slept way past the afternoon. Her body was finally getting rest; she didn't want to disturb that.
The building came into sight quickly as she walked faster. It was a couple hours before sunset. "I wondered if they asked Spike," she thought quietly to herself. She had mix feelings about that subject. Having not seen him in days, she craved his touch, but it was chancy around the gang. She knew she wouldn't jump his bones, her mood wasn't that horny, but her lips were tingling to kiss him. 'Maybe I could turn him on enough to want me,' her mind thought, but quickly removed it. For her brain already decided that she could turn on no man and was surprised Spike even found her desirable. 'He probably doesn't. He probably just puts up with me because I'm pathetic and he doesn't want to hurt my feelings.' All of a sudden a cold wave douched her body and goose bumps raised. She suddenly stopped walking faster and had the sudden need to close her eyes. She shrugged it off and walked into the shop.
"Hey Wills," Buffy said occupied in a spar with Giles. "Yea, hey," Xander said not even looking up from his book. She gave a silent nod and placed her things on the table, but a thick book. She climbed the stairs to where the books that were not meant for her eyes and returned the dark arts book back into its place. She walked back down the stairs towards a very confused and blustered Giles. "What were you doing up there?" his voice was slightly accusing, but his panting from fighting Buffy was making him seem harsh. "Just putting a book back," she said her voice even and flat. She was suddenly really cold and wished she had a jacket. She tried to ignore it.
"So when are we going to kick some demon ass?" Buffy yelled as she hit the punching bag in the back room. She was super pissed that some demon would stoop so low to hire a 'slayer hit-man'. "After sunset when Spike gets here." "Why do we have to wait for Deadman Jr.?" Xander asked annoyed that they all have become so dependent on the bleached vamp. "Because we're going to need all the help we can get. We don't know how many Rimnol demons we're facing out there." Giles took off his glasses and cleaned them with the bottom of his shirt. His patience was wearing thin and fast. "Willow," he addressed. She still kept his back towards him. "Willow," he said louder this time. "Yo, Wills," Xander yelled and saw the redhead jump. She turned around. "Yes?" she asked her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind was reeling with how was she going to stand seeing Spike. "Would you get your supplies ready? We need to be prepared for when the attack comes." She shifted her eyes and nodded. She hoped this spell was better than the one she performed.
After Spike arrived the gang got ready to leave. Willow hadn't said anything to him since he walked in. She just kept her glances low to the ground. It did not do for her to lose her cool. Or for him, even though it shouldn't matter, since she was nothing. No one could be attracted to nothing, unless you were just a horny pent up Vampire. One who should just stop taunting her. Some days she really wished she didn't love him. "What's on your mind, pet," Spike asked as he walked in stride next to the redhead and scowled when he found out he only had two fags left. "Nothing." The vampire looked at the people ahead of him, the slayer's groupies. They were far enough ahead that they couldn't hear. He was pleased with that. "You sure 'bout that?" Willow looked at him skeptically. Why was he doing this? She was about to say something, but by the girlish scream from Xander she knew it wasn't the right time. "Willow!" Giles yelled for her to come. She shrugged at Spike and walked slowly to where her friends' needed help.
She sat on the grass, knowing what needed to be done. Nobody could really protect themselves from the demons unless she did something. It was up to her and Spike truthfully. Every time the demon touched someone with nonhuman, their skin would burn like plastic, but for some strange reason it didn't affect vampires. Rimnols' had a stronger slayer sense than a vamp did and normally shot off an aroma that put the slayer in an unconscious state. All Willow had to do was block out all of these special powers. She could do it; it was an easy job. She then had to make them want Spike so he could massacre them, while Giles took care of Buffy. The spell would be a piece of cake. Giles was the one who helped write the spell so she knew this one would work. The only part that worried her was that she wasn't motivated enough. She didn't really care what happened and that part scared her.
"I call the elements before me to take away the constants. Blind the eyes and all knowing senses. Make the awareness dissolve to earth and touch turn cold. Let the wrong be wronged and the dust be dust. Turn the table from the chosen and face it towards the deaden. So mote it be." The words flowed off her tongue as if she didn't even have to think twice about it. A forceful wind ripped through the air and twirled around the demons. They dropped their victims to the ground and growled.
"C'mon bitches," Spike said while getting ready to pounce. He looked around confused when none of them started to attack him. Buffy was barely conscious swatting away Riley while he insisted to help her up. Giles was trying to help Riley. Xander was in Anya's arms and she was kissing him feverously. And Willow was in nowhere in sight.
All of a sudden, Spike smelt blood –Willow's blood. Then a moan hit his vampire ears and he screamed for her. Everyone turned in confusion as he ran over to where she was, most of the group following. And the scene in front of them shocked them all.
Willow was sitting on her little blanket on her knees, her face sort of dull and shocked, and hair blowing behind her. It was almost as she was still. Five demons surrounded her. One was attacking her from each side, slicing into her skin and burning it. Another one had her by the neck slowly squeezing her windpipe. But it didn't look like she was struggling, even though blood was flowing freely from all the cuts. "Red!" Spike bellowed a hint of fear cursing into his dead veins. She didn't even look up to him, like she didn't hear him. Unexpectedly, her head shot to the sky as if looking to the sky, her eyes turned pure black, and the demons started to back away. Magick fizzled through the air. Then a bright blueish white light came sizzling through her fingertips and out her mouth. It disintegrated the demons, but not before one stuck a knife into the side of her chest. She started to tremble as she stared ahead blankly.
"Oh my god," Giles stated finally bringing everyone out of their stupor. The redhead passed out, defeated, onto her blanket. "Someone help her," the weak slayer yelped, still being held by Riley. Spike strolled over to her and picked her up, trying to keep his demon away. All it wanted to do right now is kiss the girl awake and then shag her senseless. "Should we get her medical attention?" Riley asked, noticing the comfortable way Willow fit into Spike's arms. He didn't like it. A vampire, even one who has saved his ass many times, shouldn't have contact with humans. It wasn't right. "She'll be fine," Anya said. "That way Xander and I could go and have sex now." Everyone groaned. "Yes, I think she will," Giles finished. He flinched as he saw her being carried by Spike. "I guess, just take her home, Spike." Everyone walked away and Spike cursed. Even though it was for the better (being his mark all over her body), cleaning this girl up would be one hell of a job.