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Willow shuddered as she sat huddled on the end of the bed. She tried not to think about poor Xander who was also lying on the bed. He had a bad head wound and still hadn't regained consciousness. What if he was dead? Spike came up behind her and she tensed.
"A spell. For me. You're gonna do a spell for me." Spike muttered.
What? "Uh. . .w-what kind of spell?"
"A love spell! Are you brain dead?" Wasn't she supposed to be the smart one of the slayer's friends? He grabbed his trusty bottle of mescal and took a swig. " I'm gonna get what's mine. What's MINE. Teach her to walk out on me. . .what are you staring at?" He glared at her as he noticed her scrutiny.
"Nothing." Willow said quickly. A love spell? It was starting to make sense now. Drusilla must have left him. Oh, Goddess. But she wasn't a real witch, not like Amy. Willow tried to calm down, she needed a plan.
"You can do it, right? Make Dru love me again? Make her crawl?" Spike asked, a hopeful expression on his face.
"I-I can try."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Spike was on her. He grabbed her by the hair and tilted her face back. She shrieked and his painful grip tightened. His voice was almost desperate. "What are you talking about? You'll do it!" He screamed at her.
"Yes! I'll do it." She said automatically as tears began to run down her face. She would have promised him anything at that moment.
Spike didn't believe her, he released her momentarily as he smashed the bottle against the bedpost. He held it close to her beautiful face, amber drops of alcohol slid off the jagged edges to stain her sweater. To the terrified Willow it looked like the salivating jaws of a hungry beast. "You lie to me and I'll shove this through your face! Do you want that?" She whimpered as she shook her head. " All the way through to your brain!"
"No. Please no." She begged.
Spike dropped the bottle to the floor where it shattered into more pieces. His anger had left him, he'd been appeased by her begging. Her choked sob comforted him. She was in as much pain as he was. Misery bleedin' loves company. "She wouldn't even kill me." He whispered. He sat down beside her on the bed which bounced under his weight.
Willow was rigid. She expected him to pounce on her at any moment . Instead, he began talking to her about his love life. "She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head, or set me on fire." He glanced at Willow. " Was that so much to ask? Some little sign that she cared?"
She breathed a bit easier. Spike was obviously grief -stricken by the loss of Drusilla. During the demon duo's stay in Sunnydale last year, the Scoobies had discovered the caring and concern the two vampires had for one another. According to Angel, they'd been together for nearly a century. Maybe if she humored him, she and Xander could get out of this alive. She pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she struggled to concentrate on what he was saying.
Spike didn't know what he was doing. Instead of terrorizing the girl, like he usually did with humans, he sat there telling her about his troubles. It just felt good to tell her, she was pretty little too. Never could resist a pretty face. Besides, once she performed his spell, he'd kill her anyway. No one would know he'd sat here blubbering to her.
" It was that truce with Buffy that did it." He explained. " Dru said I'd gone soft. Wasn't demon enough for the likes of her. I said it didn't mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole time! She didn't care. We got to Brazil and she was just different, just. . . I gave her everything. . . jewels, beautiful dresses -- with beautiful girls in them, nothing made her happy. And she would flirt. . . I caught her on a park bench making out with a Chaos Demon -- have you ever seen a Chaos Demon?" Willow shook her head. "They're all slime and antlers. They're disgusting. She only did it to hurt me."
He sighed heavily as he reached out to stroke her silken red hair. " I said I wasn't putting up with it anymore. She said 'fine'. I said 'yeah, I've got an unlife, you know!' She said. . .," Spike began miserably "she said we could still be friends! Oh-God, I'm so unhappy!" He burst into tears and put his head on Willow's shoulder.
Willow gulped. "There, there." She patted his knee in a perfunctory manner.
"Friends!?! How could she be so cruel?" He said as his mouth moved to the curve of her neck. He nibbled on her jugular vein, not breaking the skin.
Willow thought her heart was going to explode out of her chest as it raced madly. All her senses were screaming at her to flee. But there was no way she could get both herself and Xander out of this. Spike slid his arms around her and expelled a shaky breath. He suddenly discovered a new way he could make Dru sorry for what she had done to him. He nuzzled the little witch's neck, inhaling her scent. "That smell. Your neck. I haven't had a woman in weeks." Spike lifted his head. He was in a full demon face from both passion and bloodlust.
Willow jumped to her feet. "Whoa! No! Hold it!" She held out her small white hands as if they could ward him off.
He almost laughed, she was quite amusing for a human. As if he'd stop just because she asked him to. He decided to continue the game. For a demon, fear was like an aphrodisiac. Or an appetizer. "Unless you count that shopkeeper." He stood up slowly and swaggered over to her. Spike couldn't wait to see Drusilla's face when she found out he'd shagged a human. He'd never been unfaithful to her. And what did his bleedin' loyalty get him? Nothing. He grinned suddenly. It'd destroy Dru, bring her to her knees. Maybe he'd even bring the witch with him to Brazil. Give Dru a bloody demonstration. Yeah, tie Dru up and make her watch while he shagged the lovely little witch silly.
Willow took a deep breath. "Now hold on! I'll do your spell for you. . .and. . . and. . . I'll get you Drusilla back. But there will be no 'bottle in face' and there will be no 'having' of any kind with me. Alright?"
He walked her backwards until she reached the cold wall and put his arms on the wall behind her, pinning her in. "Hmm. . .having you. Now you're making me hungry love." He leaned over and licked her neck. "I'm gonna have to say no to your generous offer to mojo my ex, pet."
"N-n-no? You're going to k-k-k-"
"Kill you?" He said for her. "That all depends. . .do you want to die?"
"No!" She wailed.
"Alright then. I won't kill you." She gave him a dubious look. " I'm telling the truth, luv. But, you have to offer me something else in return. After all -- murder and mayhem is what I do. Gotta have something else to amuse me." She tensed up again as he kissed the tip of her nose.
