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KNOCK! KNOCK!
Buffy waited a couple of seconds then impatiently knocked again
adding, "Willow!" She had to talk to someone level-headed. **I
need someone to tell me that lusting after Spike is completely
insane.**
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Just a second!" Willow called.
Buffy heard a brief scurrying around and some hushed whispers.
Suddenly, the door flung open, and Willow emerged, smiling like
a cat that had just swallowed a canary.
"Took you long enough to answer the door. What were you guys
doing?"
"Um...we were uhm...uhmm looking around the room."
"Not much to tour, Wil. Four walls, a bed, a bathroom, and a
balcony," Buffy replied, looking suspiciously over Willow's
shoulder.
"Why don't we talk about this somewhere else?" Willow gulped
nervously, straightening out her pajama top.
"Ok, Wils."
The two walked the short distance and entered Buffy's room.
"It's cold in here" Willow commented offhandedly, noting the air
visibly leaving her lips.
"Yeah it wasn't a minute ago," Buffy replied, shivering. "I
wish
it would warm up in here." **Even better, I wish Spike would
come and warm me up. Bad Buffy!**
Almost instantly the room temperature changed. The teens looked
at each other warily then sat down on the plush bed.
"This place is creepy," Willow muttered, looking at the dark
wallpaper.
"I know."
"But you and Spike in a room together that must be even
scarier." Willow looked around the Victorian-styled layout
thoughtfully. "One bed. That should be interesting. You know,
you and Spike. I mean, he is sexy and hot and boy I would jump
him in a heartbeat. I sure know that you want to."
"WHAT?!" Buffy shrieked, shaking her head, forcing her mind back
to reality.
"What what?" Willow asked, standing in the doorway of her room.
"I asked you to hold on a sec. Then you like stared at me and
wouldn't talk. Are you okay, Buffy?"
Oz peered over the redhead's shoulder, examining the Slayer.
"Yeah, I think so," the Slayer answered, sounding unsure.
"I'll be back in a bit, Oz." Willow gave her beau a quick peck
on the cheek, grabbed her best friend's hand, and lead Buffy
back to the Slayer's hotel room.
* * *
"Okay, what was that about Buffy?"
"I dunno; it was weird. I don't want to talk about it. What I'd
rather talk about is the discussion that was about to happen at
my house before we were so rudely transported into the vacation
from Hell."
"Ohh, that."
"Weren't you going to tell me something about you and Oz?
Something very important, if I remember correctly," Buffy
teased.
Willow blushed as red as her hair. "I can't believe that you're
staying in a room with Spike." **How am I supposed to tell Buffy
about me and Oz if I'm scared witless?**
"It's way wiggy, but I BELIEVE we were talking about you, Ms.
Rosenberg," Buffy said sternly.
"Ooooooh you got a four poster bed. Wouldn't that be useful if
you and Spike were being naughty.... Not that... you and Spike
would ever... I mean..."
Buffy's eyes widened with shock, then she quickly regained her
composure. "Avoiding subject much? Come on, Willow. Spill!"
Buffy pursed her lips, and Willow knew that she meant business.
"Well, you see, me and Oz. I mean, Oz and I.... Well, we....
Kind of ... sort of...."
Buffy leaned in toward her friend, eagerly awaiting what had to
be a juicy confession.
"OzandIkindofhadsex," Willow said, jumbling her words so much it
was almost unintelligible.
"No way! Really?"
At Willow's small nod, Buffy grinned, intrigued.
"So how was it? Did it hurt? Was it fun? Was it anything like
the book with the vampires we found in Giles' locked cabinet? I
mean, without the biting and the blood and stuff," she amended
quickly.
"It was good. Well, I mean the first time, it kinda hurt, you
know. The next few times, it's like WHOA, and it gets so much
better. Especially if the guy knows what he's doing, like Oz
does," Willow said, her face aflame.
"TIMES?! Willow, you slut!" Buffy said, giggling as she teased
her friend. **It's so unfair! I wanted to be the first of us to
'do it' and now Willow and Xander both beat me. You'd think with
all his experience, Angel would be more eager to...experiment,
but he treats me like a little girl. I bet Spike would teach me
and how! Mmmmm... ** Her eyes flew open and she almost gasped at
her train of thoughts. "So I mean... wow I can't even think. I
mean. Wow. Now tell me everything, knowledge girl. And I mean
everything -- the where, the when, the how, the size; I mean it
all."
"Buffy!" Willow laughed.
* * *
Spike looked at the door briefly; he lifted his hand to knock
but didn't bother.
"Peaches!" The Blonde vampire exclaimed as he entered the room.
"So what have you and my Dru...."
Spike stopped mid-sentence and mid-stride as he saw Angel
sitting Indian style brushing Miss Edith's hair. He couldn't
help but laugh when saw Dru dancing around the room with an
imaginary partner.
"Now that's what I always envisioned you as Angelus, a
hairdresser," Spike scoffed.
"Oh shut up, Spike." Angel growled, as he got up and handed Miss
Edith back to Drusilla who just continued to dance.
"Who are you dancing with, Pet?" Spike asked, turning his
attention to the vampiress.
"A ghost." She replied simply. "The spirit tells naughty lies.
Naughty. Naughty lies." Then she began to hum a vaguely familiar
tune that Spike couldn't quite put a fix on. "Daddy doesn't
believe in the ghosts. Daddy is evil with his dirty little soul;
he killed mummy, and now mummy is away in that little box. Heart
going thump, thump. Thump, thump."
Angel sighed heavily. "I'm going to go check on Buffy."
"Can't, mate, she's in with Red."
"Her name is Willow."
"I don't bloody care what her..."
Drusilla stopped dancing and began to moan wildly before
dropping to the floor. Both Spike and Angel reached her side at
the same time.
"What is it, Pet, what do you see?" Spike asked softly.
"The naughty spirits want to play. They want to play with fire
and light." Dru snuggled closer to Angel, making Spike cringe.
**Typical. I stay with this bloody loon for more then a century,
and she turns to him still. The story of my life.** "They are
everywhere; even light can't fight them." Her insane laugh made
Angel pull away from her. "The light is dimming. The fire will
be the first to be lost. I like the spirits. They are very, very
bad." She gnashed her teeth toward Angel who leapt back.
A scream pierced the air. Angel was the first out of the door as
all of the other hotel room doors opened except one.
"What's going on?" Xander stepped out holding Cordelia's hand.
"Where's Buffy? What room, Spike?" Angel turned toward the
younger vampire.
"I told you, she's with... Fire... And Light," Spike whispered.
Dru clapped wildly behind him, at which both vampires turned
around. "That's my Spike. Always the smart one."
"Buffy and Willow." Angel ran down the hallway and burst through
the door, only to be thrown back into the opposite wall by the
invisible barrier and knocked out cold.
"My Angel!" Dru screeched, while running toward her sire.
"Stay inside everyone," Giles commanded as a huge gust of wind
blew through the hallway.
"Willow's in there." Oz reached the doorway only to be toppled
by Willow who had been brought to the door by an unseen hand.
Spike stepped over the couple to see Buffy being thrown onto the
open balcony. Buffy's arms flailed as she tried to regain her
balance. Spike watched in horror as Buffy began to go over the
side of the balcony. He used his vampiric speed to reach her,
but it wasn't in time as she went over the balcony. He barely
caught her arm. Her hazel eyes looked up wildly at him. Nothing
was said between the vampire and the Slayer. He gripped her tiny
hand tightly before lifting her up over the balcony edge.
He instinctively wrapped his arms around her; the Slayer hissed
in pain at the contact. **Bloody Hell, Mate! This IS your mortal
enemy!**
"What's wrong, Pe...Slayer?" Spike let go of her and looked at
her as if she had grown a second head.
"My shoulder," Buffy gritted between her teeth. **God, I thought
that maybe for a second. He might have...nah never mind, Buffy.
Never gonna happen. It felt so good being in his arms.
Really...** "Ouch. That hurts."
"Your shoulder is cut. Take off your top."
Buffy was flabbergasted. "What? No!"
Their room door suddenly slammed, the lights dimmed and
flickered before returning to normal. They both looked at each
other.
"I think that means it's bedtime, love. Hopefully, no more big
bads will come out tonight."
"But Willow..."
"She's with her rock star, and the others will be fine. So let
me have a look at it. And hopefully there will be some first-aid
equipment around here."
"Thanks for the help out there, Spike. But I thought I made
myself clear. No." She kept her back toward him.
"Fine, suit yourself. Bleed to death; see if I care." He walked
toward an armoire to see it lined with black jeans, black cotton
T-shirt's and red-silk shirts. "Figures."
Buffy watched as he angrily snatched a pair of jeans and headed
toward the bathroom. She sighed as she heard the pipes groan at
the pressure from the shower. She carefully laid back on the bed
and suddenly felt the events of the last few minutes. But the
thought of Spike naked in a shower quickly took that tiredness
out of her. **God, Buffy can you be anymore of a horn dog? The
guy that you have been lusting after since well...forever. Ok,
ok not forever but since that night in the alley. Now he's a
behind a door naked and wet. Where is rational Buffy when she's
needed? I mean some invisible thing nearly killed me, maybe it's
like Marcy. An invisible person. That would explain everything.
Oh, get a grip, Summers. What if it's ghosts? Not like I haven't
experienced that before or it could be a ... Oh my god.**
Spike walked out of the bathroom glistening in water droplets, a
towel wrapped snugly around his waist. His muscular chest
unmoving and splayed with perfectly precisioned muscles. The
Slayer quickly averted her eyes.
"Here!" He handed her the first-aid kit before quickly walking
back into the bathroom, leaving her to take care of the injury
herself, just as she wished.