Spike threw the phone against the wall smashing it to pieces.

'Hey! What'd you do that for?' Angel cried

Spike turned to him, 'Wolframs got Dawn and the Whelp. We have to get over there now!'

'Um, what's wrong with Buffy?' Connor asked as he looked at Buffy who showed no sign of emotion on her face, sitting upright and simply staring into space.

'Buffy love, no, don't do this again.' Spike begged as he sunk to his knees by the bedside, and shook her gently by the arms. She merely flopped about like a rag doll.

'What is it?' Angel asked coming over to Spike and Buffy.

'She thinks its her fault, that Dawns been captured. She went like this when Glory took Dawn before.' He turned his attention back to Buffy. 'Come on love, its not your fault, please.' Then it suddenly dawned on him. 'Red, we need red. She got her out of it before.'

'Red. Who's red?' Angel asked.

'Willow. She went into Buffy's mind and got her out of it. I need to phone her.' Spike replied frustrated. 'He picked up the phone on Angels bedside cabinet. They could use the landlines now they knew Wolfram wasn't anywhere in the building, possibly monitoring their movements. 'I don't know her number, you got it peaches?' Spike asked, trying to remain calm.

Angel quickly hurried over to his desk and pulled out a personal organiser and flipped to 'W' in the phone book section. He read off the number to Spike, who dialled it. It was a Brazilian number. He remembered Andrew telling him that's where she was based at the moment. He was so anxious for it to pick up, that as soon as the ringing stopped and someone picked up he yelled down the phone, 'Willow is that you?' before the receiver had a chance to speak.

'Spike?' He heard Willows unmistakable voice down the phone. 'What in goddess' name are you...'

'No time to explain. Please, I need your help, its Buffy.'

'What's happened?'

'You know that time Glory took Dawn and she went into that, non responsive daydream thing. Well its happened again'

'What! Glory's back?'

'no, its someone else. Wolfram. As in 'of Wolfram and Hart'. Please I need your help.

'Alright, where are you?'

'At Wolfram and Hart.'

'More specifically?'

'Angel apartment'

'Right hold on.'

There was silence on the end of the line, then he heard something behind him. He spun round to be met by...Willow.

'How did you...' Spike asked, baffled.

'Teleportation' she said simply. 'I cant believe its you. How did this happen?'

'We'll save the catching up for later. Please just help Buffy first.'

'Alright' She started to walk past him, but he stopped her.

'Before that, can you get me over to Rome. I need to save Dawn and the Whelp.'

'He's got Xander too! Ok take my hands'

'Wait a sec.' He walked over to Buffy, took her hands and kissed her lightly on the cheek. 'I'll protect her. Till the end of the world.' He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. 'Even if that happens to be tonight.' Only he and Buffy knew what that promise meant. 'I love you.' He took her hand in his and kissed her palm softly. He turned unwillingly from her, and took Willows hands.

'Close your eyes.' She instructed him. He did as told as she muttered something under her breath. In a flash of swirling colours, he felt his body being taken apart, molecule by molecule. He heard Willows voice filling his mind. 'Stay still we're almost there'. Suddenly he felt his body reconnecting.

'Ok' he heard Willow say. He opened his eyes and found they were standing at the end of a corridor.

'Its just down there' Willow informed him. The he did something he'd never done before. He hugged Willow. 'Thank you' he whispered.

'No problem' she replied, returning his embrace. She pulled back. 'I'll sort Buffy out. Now go!'

Spike turned and ran towards the blackened remains of a door. He stepped in the doorframe and remembered the barrier. He looked up and saw Wolfram had his back to him and was holding Dawn up by and invisible force. Xander was unconscious by the couch. Dawns eyes connected with his and she saw he couldn't get in. Wolfram turned his head to see what Dawn was looking at. 'Come in' she yelled before Wolfram threw her across the room, but the invitation had already been give and Spike stepped over the threshold.

'No matter. I suppose I can deal with you first' Wolfram said.

'Your not gonna go anywhere near her again! ' Spike told him.

'Funny. I recall you used a similar threat before to defend that brat. Didn't work though. She still got hurt and, you lost your whore for a while. If only she had stayed dead!'

This was enough to fuel the fire already burning in his. He looked over Wolframs shoulder out of the window and saw it was still night over here. He used his vampire speed to run full force at Wolfram. He collided with him and they both hit the window, smashed through it. The speed at which they were travelling was enough to send them both crashing over the balcony to the plaza below. Screams of the locals echoed around as the two men hit the floor.

Spike got to his feet and faced Wolfram. 'Come on then. Lets do this the old fashioned way'. He smacked Wolfram straight in the face. His head turned about ninety degrees and stopped. He turned back slowly to face Spike.

'OK.' He smiled and kicked Spike squarely in the ribs. He flew about fifty feet back and landed in a fountain in the middle of the plaza. Wolfram walked over to him as Spike got to his knees and blocked a punch from Wolfram. He redirected him into the statue in the middle of the fountain, then kicked him in the stomach. He got up and kicked Spike in the stomach, and threw throws him into the statue. He pressed Spike against, then Spike grabbed him by the throat and begins to choke him. Spike threw Wolfram off of him. Spike kicked him in the stomach, which sent him spinning to the ground. He leapt back up and tried to block a spinning kick from Spike, but failed. Wolfram got to his feet and then kicked him with a roundhouse, then another. Wolfram took Spike's legs out which sent his crashing into the water.

He grabbed him by the lapels. 'I'm not going to kill you yet. I still need that heart of yours. I'll rip it from your chest before dusting your sorry ass!'

'Spike!' he heard his name screamed from one of the balconies lining the plaza. He looked up and saw Buffy standing at the edge of one. She was there. Willow had done it again.

'Buffy' he whispered. His momentary lapse of concentration lead to Wolfram smacking Spike in the face which caused him to crash into the water again. Buffy climbed up on to the railing and jumped to the ground. Any normal person jumping from that height would have broken their neck when they landed. But for Buffy it was as though she were jumping off of a foot stool.

At the fountain, Wolfram punched Spike again. 'Then I'll slaughter the slayer and her sister'. He took a knife out of his pocket which he transformed into a samurai sword.

'Or I could just move that ahead of schedule.' He smiled immorally at Spike, turned the sword round and thrust it back under his arm where it stopped abruptly. Wolfram let go of the sword but it stayed where it was. He stepped to the side and revealed Buffy right behind him, the sword impaling her heart.

'BUFFY NO!' Spike cried. He kicked Wolfram with both feet so hard he flew across to the other side of the plaza. He got to his feet, dusted himself off and was just about to walk back over to Spike when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to face a raging Willow.

'Now its personal' She hit him, not with her fist, but with a bolt of light green energy which caused him to crash through the window of one of the many pizzerias lining the plaza.

Spike picked himself up and ran to Buffy as she collapsed on the floor. He caught her in his arms and sunk to the floor with her.

'oh god Buffy, please no!' his face was a mix of shocked disbelief and inconceivable anguish. Tears were streaming down his face. He felt like he was dying again, only this time, the pain was infinitely worse. He looked at the wound and could hear her heart beat slowing. He ran his hand over her face. 'I love you, please, I cant lose you.' She coughed slightly as a trickle of blood ran down her chin from the corner of her mouth. 'Oh god, no, Buffy, what to I do? Buffy.' His voice was choked by sobs.

Her voice was weak, and pained. 'Take care of Dawn for me' She touched his cheek and wiped away some of the tears. 'I...I love you. So much' He touched her lip with his thumb.

Her eyes fell closed and he felt her last breath brush against his thumb.

'Buffy, no. Come back Buffy. Come back.' He sobbed as laid his forehead on hers and held her limp lifeless body close to him as he cried helplessly.