A/n: I have been traveling to relitives houses for the last week, so I haven't been near my computer 'till now. I think I have a good idea for this chapter, but if this chapter isn't as good, I blame Thanksgiving. So I Hope you'll enjoy it.

(And note that it is now 3:46 pm in Buffy world time.)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Spike had been down in the sewers for awhile, maybe two hours. He stopped by The Fish Tank, The 'Tank' was another demon bar just a bit like Willy's, Except the place was so sleazy, calling it a Dive would be an insult to Dives everywhere. Spike had entered the bar from the sewer, way he figured it he needed a drink at that time. Spike sat down at the bar, hoping to clear his head for a minute. He ordered a Blood 'n' beer mixer, for Spike it was the only thing the dump had going for it. It didn't just have blood and beer, it had some kind of spice that made it taste better. Spike had tried to get the name of the spice before, but the bartender never told him what it was.

Bloody Tara, what the hell happend? Did she just wake up on the looney side of the bed this morning? Spike pondered as he took a sip of his Blood 'n' beer mixer. All I know is I had better get Buffy, whatever it is that's going on Buffy and her scoob's could figure it out. Buffy, the name was almost strange to him. He knew Buffy, he loved Buffy, but yet he felt like she was the farthest thing from his mind. Buffy . . .

Suddenly there was a bump at the booth seat behind him. Spike had looked over, just to see what had caused the noise. A old Shmalya demon and a vampire were sitting there, suprisingly kissing.

Bollocks. So theres the sodden newbie out make the other demons think we love 'em? Stupid git. Spike thought. He knew that vamps and demons don't do the 'hanging out' thing, and this fool was acttually making out with one. Demons usually hate vampires, and vise versa. But Spike didn't really care, he was hated by both, so he'd sooner rip the head off the next thing that looked the wrong way at him.

Spike had returned to his drink when he heard a crash behind him. The demon/vampire couple had tired of just kissing and decided to do something else. the two where all over each other, kissing, rubbing, and -

Bloody hell! Spike jumped out of his seat, the scene in front of him had completely spoiled his drinking mood, and for possibly quite a while. Spike figured he wasn't going to be going back there any time soon.

As the couple got more. . . 'frisky', Spike left back out into the sewers. Hoping that things where more sane at the Magic Box.

And now he was back in the sewers.

What the hell is wrong with everyone today? Spike had now been in the sewers for a while, he figured it was around maybe three something in the after noon, so it still wasn't safe for him to go outside. Which wasn't a problem because he was going to the Magic Box anyway.

Spike was about half a mile away from the Magic box when he smelled something in the air, and it wasn't the sewer. It was the smell of someone he new, someone that at that moment he wanted to attack with kisses. Spike ran the rest of the way to the Magic box. He was in love with that smell, and he was in love with the person it belonged to.

XXX

"Anything yet?" Buffy asked. She and Anya had been searching through the magic spell books on love spells, love curses, and demons that could use it's powers to make you love someone. So far nothing had turned up.

"No," Anya said angrly. "There are to many spells and curses, how are we supose to know which one is the one we're looking for? And why can't we just get Willow or Tara?" Anya was getting slightly angry, ever sence Buffy said no when she asked if they could search for Angel, Anya had been kinda pissy.

"Willow can't do this kind of research, because it might tempt her to start using magic again. And I've already tried to call Tara and she wasn't there. I left a message, so if she hears it she should come here soon." Buffy watched Anya, Anya was giving her the same look that she gave her earlier. "Anya, look. If the right reversal spell or whatever it is might be in one of these books we should keep researching, we need to find out what this thing is. I mean, Angel doesn't usually jump me when he wants to say 'Hello', And Xander was chasing me. And you don't even care? There's something going on and I'm going to find out what it is." and with that Buffy went back to researching.

"Xander? Why do I care about Xander? Angel is my cupcake! He's the one I want!" Anya banged her hand against the table. This startled Buffy, and she looked up.

"See, that's what I mean. You don't care that your boyfriend is chasing me, because you want to have sex with my ex-boyfriend?" Buffy was getting fustrated.

"Yes, I want Angel. He's my vampy-bear, I can give him more than what you ever did." Anya said smartly

"What! You think that you can win him with money? With sex? Anya you do remember that Angel lost his soul when we had sex, right? What makes you think that it won't happen with you?" Buffy's blood was starting to boil.

Maybe Angel was only happy with me, but that doesn't mean this spell couldn't do something to fix that. Buffy thought.

Anya stood up, she was now getting huffy.

"I... I know Angel won't, because he only has happyness with you. But with me we could have sex all the time and he would never lose his soul. And men usually like money, a woman with good looks and money is a perfect mix for most men. So there, that's what I can give him." Anya crossed her arms.

"Anya," Buffy said angrily, "Sit down and shut up now before I hurt you." Buffy's tone of voice told Anya she was serious now, and she sat down.

"I was just sayin' that . . ." Anya said in a lower tone of voice than a moment ago. Buffy gave her a look that was mostly reserved for monsters, and Anya didn't dare finish what she was about to say.

Stupid Buffy. Anya thought.

"Fine, I'm researching. See?" Anya held the side of the book up. Buffy smiled.

"Good. now if you have anything else to say, it better be something about a spell. Ok?" Buffy looked at Anya, waiting for and answer.

"Ok." Anya answered as she returned to her research book.

"Good, now let's get back to the researching." Buffy said as she started to hit the books again

XXX

Ow, my head hurts. Xander thought as he started to wake up. He opened his eyes to see where he was, he was in a hotel room and Willow was dancing rapidly around the room to the song 'Footloose', she was also acwkwardly stripping.

Xander rubbed his head, he had ran into a lamp post.

Wait, what's that? Xander felt something on his hand, and then he started to realize somethine else. SHE TIED ME TO THE BED!

Suddenly Xander was no longer slightly worried, he was terrified. Willow noticed the he was awake and smiled mischieviously at Xander.

"No no NO," Xander struggled to free himself from his bonds. "I will not have this! No! No Willow you are a lesbian!" Xander struggled some more.

Willow snorted, trying to laugh sexily. "Maybe not. Maybe I'm stright after all. Bisexual, even." Willow tossed Xander another mischievous smile.

With that, Xander gave a shudder. Willow snorted again, then reached over, while still dancing oddly, and turned off the lights. Xander writhed like a worm desperatly trying to free himself as his eyes adjusted to the dark, and he made out Willow's still awkwardly dancing figure. She started to sing a Huey Lewis song, since that was all she could think of, and she spun around at the appropriate times. And just when Xander began to suspect this might count as rape, Willow spun in a circle and banged into the wall. All was silent.

Xander strained to see, but all he could make out were Willow's feet, and she was definitely knocked out. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to rock back and forth, attempting to escape from his bonds and see if Willow was alright. . .And to find Buffy again. Buffy. Her beautiful name rang through his head. He gave a great heave forwardand suddenly the headboard snapped like a toothpick, and hit him on the head.

Dazed, he struggled to get up. His hands were still attached to the headboard and he dragged it along behind him as he checked to see if Willow was breathing, with his toe.

"Oh, good, Still breathing," He said out loud, then hopped enthusiasticly to the door and opend it with his mouth. As he looked outside he wondered what time it was.

How long was I out? He wondered to himself. I looks like it's almost getting dark. I wonder if Buffy would be on patrol soon.Then Xander continued to enthusiasticly hop out the door, with the headboard still attached.

TBC. . .

A/n: th- the- th- the- that's all folkes, but chapter nine should be posted within the next week. But you all know that reviews are what this fanfic runs on, so please review.