I'm doing this 'cause I love you
A small creak came from behind him. The whisky bottle rolled gently from his hand and away from him to rest against the others.
"Anna?"
Spike slurred. He heard his crypt door close.
"It's me, Sire."
Anna's voice sounded grave, but Spike felt too muddled to work out why. Groggily, he rose up from his chair and stared at his young dark-haired Childe.
"Had something to say to you, mighty important it was" Spike muttered, he smirked slightly and at his wobble, a firm hand guided him down towards his cellar.
"It doesn't matter now, Sire. All that matter is that I'm going to take care of you."
Spike felt himself being lulled softly down the stairs, and he absently hoped he didn't trip and make a right prat of himself.
"Wha's going on, Anna?" Spike slurred against her. "Why we going down 'ere?"
Anna didn't answer straight away, but once they were safely down, her black eyes stared intently into his. In the cellar with her ghostly skin and long black hair she looked every inch a child of the night.
"I was cruel to you Spike, I said things I didn't mean."
Spike shook his head; he seemed to be clearing up a little now; there wasn't so much sway in his step.
"Spoke the bloody truth you did Pet, about time someone around here did... You don't need to say sorry, not to me."
Anna's black eyes glistened in the darkness, and Spike thought she might have tears in them. A chilling feeling shivered through him.
"Why are we down here, Anna?"
Yes, the alcohol was definitely wearing off and what had been a blissful ignorance of it all was vastly turning into trepidation.
"I want you to remember something, Spike." Anna began; she had a hand behind her back.
"Remember what? And what is that you're hiding?"
Anna came up close to him; her eyes looked defiant in their determination.
"Remember, I'm doing this because I love you-"
"Doing wha-"
Spike never finished his sentence because with surprising velocity and strength, Anna swung a rusty spade hard against the back of his head. He went down like a stone. Standing over her fallen Sire, Anna emotionlessly trailed her hands over the air, and slowly rope emerged from the floor and whirling tightly over his limbs, chest and torso secured him tightly to the floor. It was magic rope. Once he woke, he'd never break himself free. Not till she released the enchantment – and she would... Once it was all over.
"I'm sorry..."
Anna whispered, before turning around and heading back up the stairs.
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Buffy stared moodily out of her bedroom window. She'd lost count of the times she had spotted Spike lurking behind that thick tree. Smoking away, he would lurk from what he thought was behind her view, and stare longing up at her window – her real life Romeo...
"Hardly Juliet, were you?"
Buffy muttered to herself bitterly, and sighing she was about to move away from her window, when her eyes caught a glimpse of smoke. A thin trail of smoke was floating away into the wind, from behind her tree. Her heart caught in her throat, and then she saw him... He was half-smiling at her. Spike was beckoning her down to him, Anna faithfully waiting at his side.
"After everything he'd said..."
She whispered, but when Spike eyes pleaded with her to come down, she rushed from her window without a second thought. Who was she to complain about Spike changing his mind? How many times had she said one thing to the Vampire and then done another? The turnaround so quickly seemed extraordinary to her, but then Spike was just that really, extraordinary...
She flung the door open, and ran out to them her arms out wide ready to embrace him, Anna however stubbornly flew herself in front of her Sire and kept her at bay.
"You have to take this slow, Slayer. Spike's willing to give this a go but-"
"I can talk for myself, Morsel."
Spike told Anna softly, before his blue eyes rested on Buffy.
"You're the most amazing thing that ever happened to me, Buffy-"
"Spike, I-"
Spike raised a hand to halt her.
"But you almost destroyed me. You and Faith together, you almost had me beat. I can't go through that again Buffy."
Buffy nodded, her eyes teary again.
"Tell me, tell me what you want."
"I want you,"
Spike whispered, his voice intense and gaze even more so.
"I've always wanted you, but I want it done proper this time alright. We take this nice and slow Pet and we're... we're see where it takes us."
Buffy let out a small sob, but she didn't attempt to touch him again.
"I love you..."
She whispered, and Spike smiled, his blue eyes filling with light.
"Walk with me now..."
He murmured, Buffy smiled and she went...
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He'd been trodden on by a elephant. That's what it felt like, that or a Troll. Some giant beasty had taken a good old smash on his head.
"A-A-Anna?"
He slurred, and opening his eyes his blurred vision finally cleared to show him his cellar. Spike frowned, and attempted to rise up from the floor – that was when he realised he couldn't. Terrified and confused, Spike struggled bitterly against the strong rope, but his bonds wouldn't budge.
"ANNA!"
Spike screeched, but no answer came.
"ANNA!"
Spike struggled furiously against the rope, wriggling and twisting what he could like some ridiculously over grown worm. It made no difference, he could not move. Worn out from only just coming around, Spike grew still and as his head lulled to the side, he saw the slightly bloody spade... He'd been hit with that. Spike's eyes grew wide as he remembered.
"ANNA! ANNA NOOOOO! ANNA!"
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Spike didn't know how long he had been lying down now, it could have been only a couple of hours into the night or it might be the next morning. Tears slid thickly down his face as he struggled again hopelessly. William's pride, William's god damn Victorian pride had bloody come to the fore-front after Faith had raped him. It had been that pride that had stopped him backing down when Buffy had begged him to give her another chance, and it could be that pride that lost him Buffy forever.
That thought, brought a wave of anguish so strong, so unbearable, Spike threw his head back as much as he could and just howled...
"Hello? Spike, you there?"
For a crazy moment Spike thought he'd heard –
"It's me! Red! Spike you here?"
"R-Red?"
Spike muttered to himself, and then he heard her footsteps, she was moving away...
"RED! RED! I'M HERE! RED, DOWN HERE! I'M HERE!"
"Spike?-"
"I'M HERE! RED! IN THE CELLAR! RED!"
At last he heard frantic footsteps, and Spike swore his heart leapt, as he heard the trapdoor open.
"SPIKE! "
"RED! RED I'M DOWN HERE!"
Spike heard her rush down and then all at once, her flustered appearance was right in front him.
"Spike, she's missing!"
Spike felt his stomach drop into the floor.
"W-Who-"
"Buffy! Spike she's missing!"
"Red,-"
"I-I-I woke up and she wasn't there! Her bed didn't even look slept in! I wondered – I hoped she was here but then I came here and it was all empty!"
"Get me out of these Red, I can track her scent and we'll save the day – just get me out of these Red!"
Hearing the urgency in his voice relieved Willow, and in any other circusmastance she might have leapt up and down in joy, but now wasn't the time. Stooping down, her hands flew to the knotted ropes.
She struggled furiously for a moment, before sighing in despair.
"I can't. I can't untie the knots-"
"Of course you bloody can't! Hello Vampire here! Think I'd still be down ere' if this was your common garden rope! She's bloody enchanted it!"
"Who-"
"Anna!" Spike growled. "Sodding witch tied me down here! She's gone after her Red"
"I'll need magic..." Willow whispered her voices shaky. Spike strained his neck as far as he could, his deep blue eyes staring into hers pleadingly.
"You need to do this Red, you need to get me out of here. We need to help Buffy-"
"But what if," Willow paused and her green eyes filled with tears. "What if I go bad again? Spike what if I can't stop?"
It broke his heart to see one his dearest friends so scared, so uncertain of herself, but his face portrayed nothing but fierce truth.
"I'll stop you. I give you my word, Red. You start getting crazy ideas about ending the world then I will stop you- Any way I need to. I won't let you go back there, Red."
Willow was trembling, and she clutched at one of his trapped hands. Tears slid down his face.
"D-Do you think if I wasn't lesbian, if you weren't madly in love with Buffy-"
"That's a lot of what-ifs Pet, but yeah sure in another life Pet, we might just have been bloody brilliant, Pet."
Willow half laughed, half sobbed.
"A girl could grow to love someone like you,-"
"Careful Red, don't wanna be giving this Vamp any ideas..."
Willow laughed shakily, and squeezed his hand tight. Spike squeezed best as he could back.
"Here goes..."
Willow whispered, and her eyes went black.
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