Disclaimers: Karma owns nada. Characters and places and all that jazz belong to the lovely Joss Whedon.

AN: Hola! I is back! Sorry it took so long. My computer died... But oddly enough it came back to life... Oh, and since so many people have been asking about Buffy she's in this chappie. Enjoy.

Willow yawned as she walked into the library the next morning. It had been a long night. She had finally gotten to the hospital an hour after Spike had taken Xander and Jesse to the hospital. Not even five minutes, after Drusilla had fled, Willow was attacked by at least fifteen vamps. It had taken a few minutes for Willow to realize that Drusilla's retreat had been a set-up. Apparently, Drusilla wasn't as stupid as she looked. Willow had been very glad that she had had a great watcher before Giles. If she hadn't, she was positive she would have been killed the night before.

After battling Drusilla's minions, she ran to the hospital where she was met by Spike. He told her that Jesse would be fine in a few days, and that Xander was waiting for her outside room 315. When Willow turned to thank Spike, he was gone. She didn't think anything of it and went to find Xander. When she did find him, he had a few questions to ask her. Questions that if she answered would get her into a lot of trouble with Giles.

So now, she found herself sneaking into the library.

"Willow, there you are." Giles said as he came out of his office.

"Hi, Giles." Willow said as she began to walk normally. "What's up?"

"The Watcher's Council has contacted me. It seems that the seers have foreseen a disaster tonight." He said drearily.

"The Harvest?" Willow innocently asked as she sat down at a table in the center of the library.

"Pardon me?" He asked confused.

"The Harvest." Willow repeated. "It's tonight, right?"

Giles took off his glasses and polished them before putting them back on. "Where did you hear about the Harvest? It hasn't been performed in nearly three hundred years."

"Spike told me." Willow said shrugging.

"Spike?" Giles repeated. "Who is he?"

"I don't know." Willow admitted. "I met him last night. He knew I was the slayer. He also told me about the Harvest."

"Dear Lord. He knew you were the slayer?"

Willow nodded. "Yeah, he wouldn't tell me how he knew, but I think he's on our side."

"You think?" Giles questioned, before sighing. "What else happened?" He asked as he pulled out a dusty old book.

"We were attacked by a master vampire."

"Which one?" Giles questioned.

Willow thought for a moment. "It's was a long night Giles. It was something like Dorkus, or Drunilla..."

"Drusilla?" Giles asked, fear lacing his question.

Willow nodded.

"And who did you say told you about the Harvest?" Giles asked as he set his other book down and pulled out a new book.

"Spike." Willow said not liking where this conversation was going. "Why?"

"I have a theory." Giles flipped through his book until he found the page he was looking for. "Drusilla. Favorite childe of the Master. Sired William the Bloody in 1778. William killed three slayers, sixteen watchers and nearly half of Europe, before he disappeared in 1901. He's been reported to be dead but it hasn't been proven. He and Drusilla tortured and turned a drunkard turned priest named Angelus. He was driven completely insane. He in turn sired Buffy. She's killed two slayers, and is reported to be the most vicious vampire second only to William the Bloody."

"Giles, why are you telling me this?" Willow asked nervously.

"Willow, if you were attacked by Drusilla then that means you're a threat to the whole line of Aurelis. Why and how do you think they've killed so many slayers?" Giles sadly asked as he put the book back and began to research the Harvest.

Willow gulped and was about to say something when a thought came to her. "Giles, why did you ask about Spike?"

"I could have sworn I've heard of him before." Giles explained as he scanned the page.

"That's probably because it's the name of nearly every dog on cartoons." Xander said as he walked into the library.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" Giles asked as he hastily closed the book.

"Giles, this is Xander. Xander, this is Giles." Willow said as she stood up.

"Okay, Willow, I'm here. I've met the G-man, now what's a slayer?"

Giles stared at Willow, who sheepishly shrugged. "Didn't I mention that he and Jesse were with me and Spike when Drusilla attacked?"

Giles sighed. "Why don't you sit down, Xander?"

Spike was furious with himself. How could he have not known that Drusilla was in town? She was his sire for God's sake. She could have easily killed Willow, which brought him to the two questions that had been haunting him all day. Why didn't Drusilla try to kill Willow, and why did he care?

"I don't know, why do you care?" Drusilla asked as she walked into Spike's dark basement apartment.

He spun around. He hadn't realized that he had asked the last question aloud. He also was furious that Drusilla had the audacity to come to his place uninvited.

"Spikey, how do you live here?" Drusilla asked as she wrinkled her nose. "At least it's better than that horrible crypt in New York."

"Right, because the Master has choice digs, right Dru?" Spike drawled.

"Hmm, but it is the Master." Drusilla said as she sauntered up to Spike. "He misses you, you know."

"And you don't?" Spike asked with out thinking.

"Oh, I've always missed you, Will." Drusilla said sultrily as she ran a hand up Spike's chest.

Spike grabbed her hand, and threw her away from him.

Drusilla got up angrily and brushed dirt off of her 19th century dress. "What, Spike? Don't you want me any more?"

"Dru, I haven't wanted you in over a hundred years." Spike spat.

"You're lying." Drusilla declared. "You'll always want me. Call me up when that Slayer finds out what you really are. We'll have a party." With that, Drusilla left Spike alone in his apartment.

"Bloody bitch." Spike sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Why do I have to be love's bitch anyway?" He asked himself as he put on his duster, and left through the sewers.

"Wait, so vampires are real?" Xander asked unbelievingly.

"I know how crazy this sounds." Willow began.

Xander shook his head. "No, we're talking about vampires. We're having a conversations with vampires in it."

Giles sighed. "And who do you think attacked you last night?"

"Gang members from PCP?" Xander tried.

"Xander." Willow sighed.

"Your serious, aren't you, Wills?"

She nodded.

"I know I'm going to regret saying this, but how can I help?"

"No." Giles said. "Willow is the slayer, she must do this alone."

"No, Giles." Willow said standing up. "You said I could do this any way I wanted. And if I'm going to be the slayer, I want my two best friends helping me."

"What about Spike?" Giles asked.

"Him, too." Willow said hoping that this bout of independence would stay until she could get to a chair. She hated confrontations and knew her legs would give out on her if she stood for too long.

"Fine." Giles said.

Willow smiled as she collapsed into a chair.

Somewhere in Prague

"Dru, what are you talking about?" Buffy asked into the phone as lazily flipped through a fashion magazine.

'I'm talking about Spike joining the slayer.'

"He would never do that." Buffy said sitting up. "I mean okay, I haven't seen him since the 40's, but Spike's not like that. I mean he helped me massacre a ship of Nazis. And he couldn't have changed that much in sixty years."

Drusilla bitterly laughed. 'I wouldn't be so sure about that.'

"What do you want me to do about this, Dru?" Buffy asked. She didn't like her Great-grandsire that much, but she knew she would only call if it were something important.

'I want you and Angelus to come to the hell mouth. The Master is going to have a party and he would be delighted if you came.'

"Count on it, Dru." Buffy assured her elder before hanging up the phone. "Angelus, baby." Buffy called as she walked through the moonlight house they had moved into after they killed the owners. "Baby, where are you?" That was when she became aware of the angry mob not fifty feet away. "Shit."

Back in Sunnydale, Drusilla quietly hung up her cell phone. "It will be better when they arrive."

"What will be better?" Luke, the Master's eldest childe, asked as he walked into Drusilla's room.

"Nothing. What do you want, Luke?" Drusilla angrily asked.

"The Master wants to see you. He is preparing for the Harvest."

"Why did you say so?" Drusilla asked as she brushed past Luke. "Well? Are you coming?"

In the hospital, Jesse awoke with a start. "Dude, that was one tripped out dream." Absently his hand went to his neck. "Wasn't it?"
TBC


In the next installment of Willow the Vampire Slayer:

The Master begins his Harvest. Jesse breaks out of the hospital. More Willow and Spike minglings. And Xander begins to feel left out because Willow has super powers. Wait, what is he doing with that spell book? Opps...