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Summary- Spike feels guilty and comes back to apologize. Willow however isn't so forgiving.
Note- Well, you knew it couldn't end there. Send comments.
"She's just a bloody human." Spike said looking at the shot glass in front of him.
It didn't answer him. Not that he really expected it to, but he needed advice and liquor seemed the only place to turn.
"How could a stupid human make me feel like this?" He asked.
"Do you want another shot?" The bartender asked.
"Yeah."
"You seem bummed. Anything I can do?"
"Not unless you can change what I am."
The bartender looked at him and sighed. "Sorry. Not even the most powerful witch or warlock could do that. You are what you are and that is that."
Spike looked around at all the other demons and the like that frequented Jerry's bar. The bar was a lot like Willie's except that Jerry's was only open at night. As He looked he found that he didn't want to be like them. He didn't to be a liar and a cheat, well, not all the time at least.
Getting unsteadily to his feet he paid the bartender and left. Climbing into his car he started the long drive from Houston, Texas to Sunnydale California.
"Willow!" Someone shouted. Willow turned and saw her boyfriend pushing through the crowded halls to her locker. 'Oh no' She thought hurrying to open her locker.
"Hey, you hurried out of class so fast I didn't get a chance to tell you that you look great today." He said still a bit out of breath.
"Sorry . . . I have a lot of homework to do and I kind of want to get it done, so there for I hurry." She said pulling her backpack out and shoving books into it.
"Oh. Well . . . will you be at the Bronze tonight?" He asked hopefully.
"Maybe. If I get things done."
"Okay."
This was a great situation. She was lying to her boyfriend for no reason. She wanted to tell him what was wrong, but he wouldn't understand. "I have to go," She said shutting her locker, "See ya." He nodded as she walked away.
She hated lying to him. To be truthful she didn't even know why she was. It just seemed that after the thing with her being drunk and Spike . . . it was just hard to talk to him. Especially since she had remembered all the little details about what had happened between her a Spike.
With a shiver she put it out of her mind. It wasn't something she needed to remember. "Willow!"
'I'm starting to hate my name.'
"Willow are we still on to study for that History exam that's tomorrow?" Xander asked catching up to her.
"Yes." She said without stopping.
"I was wondering if possibly I could come over now. My mother isn't in the best of moods so . . . " He explained trailing off.
"I guess." She sighed.
"What's wrong?" He asked looking at her carefully.
"Nothing. I've just got a lot to think about."
"Like what?"
"Like Oz and school and other things."
"Oh."
"Could you mind your own business for just a moment?' She thought rolling her eyes. There was no more talking for the rest of the way to Willow's. Once there she found the key now hidden on top of the shutters and unlocked the door.
"Where are you parents?" Xander asked dropping his stuff on the couch and heading for kitchen.
"They had to go back to Nebraska. My aunt had her baby and needed some help so of course my mother volunteered." Willow replied following him.
"I'm glad you aren't mad at me about the thing about you not being able to take care of yourself."
"Don't worry."
"Though you really didn't have to drink all that stuff to prove it." He added seriously.
"Can we forget it Xander? I have." She asked opening to refrigerator and looking for something to eat.
"Yeah." He answered sitting on the counter. Seconds later she pulled an apple out of the drawer and bit into it. Shutting the refrigerator door she headed back for the living room. Xander followed after getting an apple of his own.
"What are we gonna do?" He asked as she turned on the TV.
"First we are watching Smurfs."
"Smurfs?" He asked slowly unsure that he had heard her right.
"Yes."
"Okay."
An hour later she turned off the TV and looked at Xander. He was shaking his head and laughing. "When did you start watching Smurfs?"
"A while back." She answered.
"Shall we study?"
"Yes we shall. Let's go up to my room I can't think down here." She said picking up her stuff. Her room had changed. After the Spike thing she had rearranged it and put the little black teddy bear on her bed pillow. The bed itself was moved across the room and the dresser was also moved to another wall. Spike's T-shirt and boxers were under her pillow as she had been sleeping in them ever since.
"Hey Will, I never saw that bear before." Xander said picking Spiky up from her pillow.
"Put him back." She ordered.
"His name is Spiky. What are you doing with a bear named Spiky?"
"Sleeping with him." She said.
'"Uh oh that came out wrong." She thought regretting her words. Xander nodded and put the bear back.
"Why don't we study?" She said opening her bag and pulling out her books.
Xander went home around ten. It was after dark, but he didn't want to explain why he had spent the night to Oz. That would not go over really well. It was a good thing that Xander wasn't very observant that night. Or he would have seen the black car with the blacked out windows slowly drive down the street and stop in front of the house next to Willow's.
Willow sat in her room going over her Biology homework when something hit the window. Curious she looked out and saw the one person she didn't expect or want to see standing in a bit of moonlight. He was carrying a large bundle of roses in his arms and didn't look happy.
"What the Hell do you want? Another one night stand?" She shouted angrily.
"No actually . . . I . . . uh . . . came to . . . apologize about that." He admitted with some difficulty.
"What are you talking about?"
"It was wrong and I shouldn't have done it. I . . . am . . . well . . . I'm sorry." He said shifting his weight.
She couldn't see his face very well in the dark, but something in his voice made him seem sincere. 'I am going to regret this.' Sighing heavily she shut the window and went downstairs. Opening the front door she found a very unhappy Spike standing there. His arms were full of roses so he couldn't really see much of anything through them. Laughing a little she took them from him and went to the kitchen to put them in water.
"Uh Willow . . . I can't come in unless you invite me in.
"I know." She said easily.
"Please can I come in. I really need to talk to you." He begged looking pitiful.
She thought for a long moment. If she let him in he could just grab her and kill her. If she left him out chances were he would hang around until she did let him in. Not in the mood to deal with being pestered by a vampire she decided to let him in. If all else failed she could revoke his invitation.
"Come in." She whispered. Slowly he stepped through the threshold and looked around. "Now what do you have to say?" She asked with her hands on her hips.
"I'm sorry I took advantage of you when you were drunk. I shouldn't have. Well I should have killed you afterwards, but I didn't so . . ."
"Why did you do it?"
"Well . . ." He shifted his weight again and looked at his feet, "I thought you were a hooker at first. Then I realized who you were and it seemed like you were drunk from the way you were walking. So I thought I'd kill you and leave you on the Slayer's doorstep. Then when you were in the car I thought I'd get a laying out of you. And when that was done it didn't seem . . . manly to do it that way."
Glaring at the vampire in front of her Willow walked up to him and looked him right in the eyes. Then with one quick motion she slapped him hard. Jerking back he fell over the coffee table and landed in a heap on the floor.
"What the bloody Hell was that for?" He shouted holding his cheek in pain.
"It seemed like the appropriate thing to do."
"Okay so I deserved that one, but damn, did you have to do it so hard." She shrugged and sat on the couch. Still holding his cheek he crawled up and sat next to her.
"You were saying?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It was wrong and bad and I hope the flowers make it better."
"They don't make it better, but they do help."
"Good."
"Did I really hit you that hard?" She asked pulling his hand away from his face. Her handprint was clear on his cold flesh. Gently she touched it and he pulled away in pain.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to really hurt you." She muttered.
He looked at her carefully. Almost as though he were trying to see inside her mind. Before she knew what was happening he was kissing her. It wasn't rough or painful; in fact it was down right fun.
Morning. It couldn't be morning. If it was morning that mean that Willow had to go to school. Uh oh. Throwing the covers off she leaped out of bed. Then something in her mind clicked as wrong. Something wasn't right. Turning she saw what it was and screamed. Spike was lying under the covers beside where she had been, sleeping and looking very dead. His eyes opened when she screamed and he looked around confused.
"How did I get here?" He asked. Then he looked at her and smiled.
"Oh yeah."
"I didn't. I couldn't have. I wouldn't have. I'm not that stupid. Oh my God." Willow said frantically as she realized that once again she was in only her underwear.
"Hey, calm down. At least this time you were sober." He said shrugging. The world around Willow went black and she passed out on the floor of her bedroom.
For the second time that morning Willow opened her eyes. Spike was sitting fully dressed on the edge of her bed smoking a cigarette. Groaning she sat up and looked at him.
"I hate you." She whined with her head in her hands.
"Yeah. I'm sure you do. I think you should go to school."
"But we . . . you . . . "
"I'll still be here when you get back. It's daylight. I'm just lucky your bed isn't in the sunlight. Had to pull the blinds so I wouldn't get fried moving around." He smiled devilishly.
Still trying to understand what had happened the night before Willow went and took a shower. She was two hours late for school, but at least she was there.
"Willow!"
"God I hate my name" She screamed in her mind.
"Where have you been?" Buffy said hurrying to her friend's side.
"I didn't feel well this morning so I thought I would stay home, but that wasn't fun so I came to school. Because that is where I come during the day because they make me go to school which is where I am now."
Buffy thought about this and nodded. "Okay. Do you feel better?"
"Of course or else I wouldn't have come to school unless I felt like skipping, but I don't like to skip because you feel really guilty and that is just a bad thing and then you have to keep it a secret or you get a detention."
"Have you been doing drugs?" Buffy asked feeling Willow's forehead.
"No."
"Okay. Why don't you come to the library with me and we can talk to Giles."
"About what?" Willow asked accidentally slamming her hand in her locker.
"Slayer stuff. Come on." Buffy said.
Willow tried to act normal, but every time someone would talk to her she would panic and act like she was crazy. She found it amazing that she survived till lunch. Oz sat next to her, but she didn't notice. She was busy trying to forget what she had done the night before.
"Hey baby." He said touching her shoulder. She jumped about a foot off her seat and almost didn't manage to stifle the scream rising in her throat.
"Dear God Oz, you scared the crap out of me." She gasped.
"Sorry. What's wrong? You're all tense today." He asked looking worried.
"Nothing." She answered quickly. He nodded and pushed the food on his plate around for a moment. It moved on it's own so he shoved the plate away.
"You don't act this way when nothing is wrong."
"Nothing is wrong with me. I just didn't get much sleep last night."
"Boy is that an understatement." Oz nodded.
Home sounded very good to Willow by the last hour of school. That is until she remembered who was there waiting for her. 'Oh God what have I done?' She moaned hitting her head on her desk.
"Willow! Are you paying attention?" The teacher asked.
"Yes." She answered.
Reluctantly Willow stood outside her front door. She dreaded going inside. What if Spike expected her to do something, or what if he tried to change her into a vampire? What was she supposed to do? Shutting her eyes she pushed open the door and walked in. Spike was lounging on the couch eating Cheetos and watching Power Rangers. She nearly laughed. He looked almost human. Almost. There was just something unnatural about him. It could be that he was dead.
"I uh I'm home." She said dropping her bag by the door. The vampire turned towards her and smiled.
"Good."
Still standing uncomfortably in the door she tried to think of something to do. Nothing came to mind. Normally she would have made herself a snack and watched a little TV. Then do her homework and if she felt like it go the Bronze. But instead she was standing in her doorway looking at the vampire eating Cheetos on her couch. What a world!
"You can sit down. We need to figure stuff out anyway." He said turning off the TV. Slowly she went over and sat next to him. He moved the bag of Cheetos out of the way. Also strewn across the floor were various cans of soda and a few beer cans from out in the garage where her father hid them.
"Well." She said glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
"Okay Willow, here's the thing, I felt sorry for what I had done to you. I don't know why, but something made me want to apologize. But when I got here and saw you . . . You do know that you are very beautiful don't you?" Willow blushed.
"Anyway I saw you and remembered what it was like. Being with you was so different than Drusilla that . . . I couldn't help but kiss you. I certainly didn't mean for us to end up in bed again, but it happened and I don't feel that guilty about it this time. You are so . . . different. I can't explain exactly how it is, but you bring out the best in me." He admitted taking her hands in his own.
She looked at him sorrowfully for a moment. Then shrugged. "Uh . . . really I don't know why I keep ending up sleeping with you. I guess you are attractive and all that but, Buffy is the one who sleeps with the vampires. I . . . I only date werewolves. Or that's what I thought. This is just not my day. I can't have it happen again. I won't tell anyone that your here and we can be friends if you like, but there can't be any more . . . uh . . . "
"Hanky Panky? Hide the sausage? Screwing? Horizontal Tango? Mating?" Spike suggested.
"Right okay don't over do it. You were trying to be charming remember?" She said holding up her hands to make him stop.
"Oh yeah . . . " He was interrupted when the doorbell rang. Both of them turned to look at it in horror.
"Please let that be the Avon lady." Willow thought getting up and motioning for Spike to hide somewhere.
Peeking out the window, Willow saw it wasn't the Avon lady. It was Buffy. "Shit, shit, shit." She moaned unlocking the door and opening it.
"Hey Wills. You weren't acting like yourself in school today so I came over to check on you." Buffy said.
"I'm fine. Really. Couldn't be better. In fact I was thinking of coming to the Bronze tonight." Willow said quickly blocking the doorway.
Why was she protecting Spike? He was after all a cold-blooded killer and he had tried to kill her more than once. Yet here she was trying to hide him.
"Can I come in?" Buffy asked looking over Willow's shoulder.
"Uh actually . . ."
"Please?" Buffy asked frowning.
"Okay." Willow agreed hoping that Spike had found a place to hide.
Buffy stepped in and turned to look at her friend curiously. Over her shoulder Willow could see Spike cowering behind the armchair. That wasn't the best place he could have chosen.
"Okay why don't we go in the kitchen." Willow said loudly so that Spike could hear her and take this moment to run up the stairs.
"Sure."
As soon as Buffy was turned the other way Spike made a mad dash to the stairs. His footing was bad though and he tripped on the third step.
"What was that?" Buffy asked turning around and looking into the living room.
"Oh . . . uh . . . well . . . that was . . . okay so I cast this spell and accidentally made a dog with a cat's tail and I'm trying to keep it hidden from my parents until I can get rid of it." Willow said physically turning Buffy back to face her.
"Cool. Can I see?" Buffy asked turning back around to look. Fortunately Spike was already up the stairs.
"No!" Willow cried grabbing Buffy.
"Why not that sounds neat?"
"Because . . . It's mean and cruel and it hurts people. It's a very bad dog." The red head said quickly.
"Oh." Buffy said confused.
Suddenly there was a loud shout from upstairs and another thump. "Now that was not a dog." Buffy growled running to and up the stairs.
"No Buffy . . . " Willow called helplessly and then took off in pursuit of her friend.
When she reached the top of the stairs she found Buffy cornering Spike in the bathroom. He was pressed up against the far wall of the shower looking, well not scared, but very unhappy.
"Willow what the Hell is he doing here?" Buffy shouted holding the stake she carried with her at all times up ready to kill Spike.
"Well . . . " Willow started. She waved her hands around trying to find the right words for what she wanted to say. It was hard. How do you tell your best friend that you are sleeping with her mortal enemy?
"Well what?" Buffy growled.
"We . . . "
"Willow if you don't explain I'll stake him. I don't care if you have a good reason for having him in your house. Though I can't think of one."
"We . . . we . . . are . . . well . . . we're . . . sleeping together. Sort of." Willow stammered at last.
Both Spike and Buffy stared at her in amazement. Buffy nearly dropped her stake. Spike smirked to himself.
"Excuse me?" Buffy said quietly.
"Well . . . it wasn't like we planned it. See . . . I was drunk and then I wasn't." The Slayer shook her head and looked at Willow.
"Okay, slowly tell me what's going on."
"See . . . I was drunk that one time and he found me and then we . . . uh . . . yeah. And then last night he said he was sorry and I wasn't drunk and then . . . we . . . uh . . . yeah."
"So you and him are a couple?" Buffy said disgusted.
"Well couple is such a strong word. I like to use acquaintance. It's closer."
"Hold on." Buffy said. Leaving Willow looking distraught she turned to Spike and looked at him closely. He didn't move.
"You had better stay there. If you move from this room I will stake you in seconds." She growled.
Then grabbing Willow's arm she pulled her out of the bathroom. Slamming the door behind her she sighed.
"You are out of your freaking mind. What the Hell do you think you are doing sleeping with someone who has threatened to kill you on more then one occasion? This is crazy. I mean I thought you were acting weird, but I didn't think you were insane." Buffy shouted loudly.
"It wasn't like I saw him and said hey Spike you want to screw me? I was drunk and didn't know what was going on. Then he came tonight and said he was sorry and I let him in. We kissed and then I woke up in bed with him." Willow yelled back.
Buffy just stared at Willow in amazement. Willow blushed and looked at the floor. She hadn't meant to yell, but Buffy had yelled and she didn't want to feel left out. This was all so confusing.
"I have an idea." Willow said after a moment.
"What?" Buffy asked leaning on the door.
"If you promise not to tell Oz or Xander about this problem or anyone I'll tell you."
Buffy thought for a moment. "Okay I won't tell."
"I get him to leave town. He has no reason to stay. And I know he would if I asked nicely. Please. Let him leave. I know this will be the fourth time he's gone, but remember the Hellmouth draws demons to it. Just don't kill him and I'll get him to leave." Willow begged.
"All right." Buffy agreed moving so Willow could get into the bathroom.
Willow carefully pushed the door open and went in. Spike was sitting on the counter going through the medicine cabinet. She smiled suddenly. He wasn't like she remembered from all the other scary times. He was calmer and more laid back. She liked it.
"So what's the verdict? Do I get turned into dust or what?" He asked looking up.
"She says you can leave town. I would if I were you."
"Do you want me to go?" He asked tilting his head to one side.
"It would be better if you did. You can stay here till night, but then you have to go."
He put everything back in the cabinet and stood up. Then frowning stepped up to her. She was a good half a foot shorter than he was.
"If you think so." He said opening the door and leaving.
Buffy stood ready with her stake when he came out. He grinned at her and stalked to Willow's room.
"You okay Will?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah. Why don't you go home. We'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
An hour later Willow was trying to do her math homework. She couldn't concentrate on it. The numbers seemed to run together and blur when she looked at them. So she let her mind wander. She thought of Oz. Lately they hadn't been hanging together much. He seemed more interested in being her friend than being her boyfriend. Then she thought of Xander. He was stupid. She loved him dearly but he had no common sense. After Xander she wondered about Buffy. She seemed so in control. Until you looked at her closely that is. For one thing her honey was a vampire, and not even a real vampire. He wasn't brave enough to kill for his food so he got it from a butcher. He cried if things went wrong and always seemed to be contemplating his existence. Soon her parents came to mind. Her mother thought she was an age group and her father didn't even know he had a daughter.
Feeling very depressed she considered the vampire who was now residing in her room upstairs. It wasn't quite dark yet so he was stuck there for a while longer. In truth he made more sense than the rest of her life did. He seemed to be the only one doing what he wanted. Everyone else had to live with his or her dumb mistakes, but he didn't seem to care. With that thought she made a decision.
When darkness finally fell the black car with the blacked out windows left Sunnydale. The heavy rock music that was playing inside could be heard by all the cars nearby. Inside a platinum blonde vampire kept the beat on the steering wheel while a tiny red headed witch nodded in time with it.
Yet another sequel if I feel like writing one.
Is that a surprise ending or what?
Like I said a sequel. This could become a series.
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