You're back? Great! I'm so thrilled that you like the story! And if you're new, then that's great too. Hehe. Anyways, here's Chapter 5, all ready for your reading pleasure.

By the ways, in this story, whenever it says, 'and then it happened' It usually means that the love charm was working again. Just so you know, it'll explain later in the story why the charm only happens every so often, and doesn't stick all the time. So you'll have to wait!

::Disclaimer:: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So don't sue me. Please.

For being known as the city that rests upon the mouth of Hell, Sunnydale was extraordinarily quiet. Some would even say too quiet, but Buffy tried her hardest not to notice. Along side her was her three companions, Willow, Tara and Dawn.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold of the Bronze, all four girls smiled as the sound of the local band filled their ears. Only, this was no ordinary band, for who could forget the band that Oz played with. Un- seemingly, the girls split up in directions, Buffy and Dawn towards a table, Willow towards the bar, and Tara towards the restroom.

Just as Buffy was about to sit down, her jade green eyes fell over a handsome young guy, accompanied by an even younger girl. Suspiciously enough, Buffy followed her instinct and followed the couple, inconspicuously, in fear of a vampire attack. Just as the couple was about to depart out the back entrance, heading into the alleyway, they stopped by the door and instead leaned against the wall, in the process of making out. 'Everyone loves a good false alarm,' Buffy thought sarcastically.

She decided to head back to the table, and just hope that Dawn wasn't getting into trouble. Out of the blue, Buffy bumped into a muscular person, who gruffed something with an English accent. "Sorry," Buffy muttered, not even realizing who she had made contact with.

"It's alright, love."

Looking up, her eyes met Spike's.

"Weren't expecting you here tonight, pet. Not with all the demon business and what-not."

"Don't always go by you're instincts, Spike." Buffy challenged.

He smiled. "Instincts all we vampires have, love. Instincts and drive."
A few minutes before

Willow's cheerfulness was again restored, and her perky self had ordered a few alcoholic beverages, along with a soda for Dawn. While waiting for the drinks, her sensitivity picked up a conversation from the left of her.

"It's good to be back in Sunnydale again, don't you think so?" A tall, lanky man of twenty-five said to his friend.

"Yeah, with all the spooks and vampires, what's better?" Mocked the friend, a gruff figure with a Rock n Roll tee shirt and baggy black pants.

"Well, the best part of it anyways, is that Oz is here playing with us."

"I got to agree, we haven't seen Oz since that chick broke up with him."

"Oh, you mean that red-headed girl, what was her name, Oak?" The brows of the tall man stitched together in memory.

"Nah, man! It was something like...like Willow, I think."

"Willow? Oh man, who names their kid after a tree?"

Still listening in, anger started to rise into her cheeks, and a nearby table lamp was burst. Scared to death, the two men continued talking, only quieter.

"Anyways, Oz hasn't played since then. Only when we practically begged him to come play with us for one more night would he come. He was too heart- broken to play again."

"Why's that?"

"Well, I guess that girl must have meant that much to him. He's now working as an intern for the Animal Hospital. Kind of gave up on the dream, huh?"

A silent tear dropped down Willow's cheek as she sat on the stool. 'What have I done? I ruined his life. He was going places in music, and he gave it all up. I have to speak to him.'

Just then, her luck was at its peak, for Oz was already sitting at the table with Dawn.

"So Dawn, what have you been up to lately?" Oz questioned, his dirty blonde glistening in the dim lighting.

"Not much. I was a big ball of evil energy that opens demon portals."

Looking slightly impressed, Oz let out a small smile of surprise. "At least you weren't a vicious killer."

"Close enough," She remarked with a grin.

Willow took up the drinks into her hands and walked over to the table, letting the drinks fall with a soft thud onto the tall table.

"Willow..." Oz spoke, only softly, like speaking to a young child.

Opening her mouth, Willow tried to release the words to speak, only they would not come.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you I was coming. The band wanted me to play, only I didn't know you were still in Sunnydale. I thought you would have left by now."

Looking slightly hurt, Willow finally spoke. "Why would I leave?"

"I...Don't know." Oz said, his voice sounding raspy and rough.

"So, what have you been doing?" Willow tried not to let tears form in her almond shaped eyes, but it was only too hurtful.

"I'm going to a small college in a city outside of LA. I met Angel a few times, and now I'm sort of the slayee in the outskirts of Los Angeles."

Trying to smile, Willow's lips only edged into a pout. "That's good."

Looking between the two of them, Dawn looked bored once again. "Well, this is nice. This little reunion. I think I'm going to find Tara and see if she wants to dance."

"Tara?" Oz questioned, his once expressionless eyes looking hurt.

Willow nodded slightly, looking down onto the floor, as if in embarrassment. At that moment, it happened once more, and Willow's memory of loving Oz was sparked, and she was convinced she loved him again. "Do you, want to dance?"
At the same time, on the other side of the Bronze

"Do you want to dance?"

Grasping Spike's hand, Buffy walked him out to the dance floor. One could only guess why one who seemed to hate this man would ask him to dance. But, of course, it was Sunnydale, and strange things happened everybody (And, plus, Buffy's under the love spell).

Slinking her arms up his shoulders, her hands met and were clasped around his neck. He placed his hands delicately on her waist, and they in turn swayed with each other. "I have to tell you something, Spike."

Looking slightly suspicious, Spike turned his attention off of Buffy's small waist and onto her beautiful face. "Tell me."

"There's a love demon out there, Spike. That's why we've all been going crazy lately. It makes us realize our emotions for someone else, past or present."

Seeming to catch on, Spike leaned in closer to Buffy and whispered into her ear. "Go on."

"Well, I'm under the spell too. We're in the middle of a love apocalypse.(hence, the title of the story) And I have to stop this demon, or else the town will be in chaos. But before I do, I want you to know...That I...love you." She gulped at the last words, hoping not to catch them in her throat and choke.

Raising his eyebrows, Spike looked deep, deep into Buffy's eyes. "You really do? Or is this just another of Red's spells."

Previously, Willow had down a spell on herself, just after Oz had left, that backfired, where everything she said became true. She said that Buffy and Spike should just 'get married' and it became true. Well, at least they wanted to.

"I really do. That's why I wanted to tell you right now, before the spell wears off again, and I go back to hating your guts." She smiled at him, despite her wording. Smiling back at her, Spike leaned in ever closer to her, and their lips touched in a passionate, soft kiss. Wrapping her arms around Spike's neck, she backed away slowly, love filling the essence of the slayer's soul.

Still backing away, Buffy looked at him, a small sadness in her, for having to doubt the power inside of her to tell her friends and herself she loved the soulless immortal. Urging to stay in his arms, she turned away, quickly before the spell wore off.

And then It did.
Still at the same time, only by Willow and Oz

Willow and Oz were currently on the dance floor, moving with the music. The magic was flowing through her, yet it felt so real, so right.

"Oz, I've missed you so much. I really have. And ever since you left, it felt like there was a tiny piece inside of me, a piece that could only be filled by you."

"And what about Tara?"

"Tara..." Willow whispered. Remembering her neglected girlfriend, she turned around swiftly, to find Tara standing right behind her, only a few feet away, with Dawn at her side, scowling. Tara turned around and ran, as fast as she could, out of the door and into the darkness.
Sorry about the whole Tara/Willow/Oz thing...but I thought it added juice! Grape kind. Yum. Anyways, please review! And to those of you who already have...

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