It's going to be short. I hope you like it.

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  Spike sat on the crate. His hands lay in his lap. The hands were dangerously
  close to wrapping around the room's only other occupant's throat. "Dru, pet,
  talk to me."

  Druscilla sat in the corner of the old house's basement. She was mumbling to
  herself and tugging at her hair. Several tufts of dark hair lay scattered on
  the cement floor. She stood at the sound of his voice. "I don't wish to speak
  to you. Where is my Angel?"

  "With any luck, dead. Yes Dru, dead. Angel is dead. No more Angel." The
  thought of Angel exploding into billions of dust particles, brought a half
  smile to Spike's lips. "Well, maybe a bit of dust. So talk to me. Don't you
  like it here?"

  "No." Dru replied petulantly. "I want to go home to my Angel." She crossed her
  arms.

  "You can't go home to Angel, Love. I told you. He is dusted. I made a deal.
  Your life for his. Please don't make me regret it." Spike stood. "Isn't there
  anything I can do to make you happy? Like the way we used to be, before Angel
  came back?"

  Dru's eyes lit up. "Angel?"

  Spike pulled on his leather trench. "This is getting ridiculous. I am going
  out. Do you want anything? Other then Angel??"

  Druscilla sat back down. Her face became very intense. "Shh." She placed a
  finger to her lips. "I can hear her."

  "Who? Who can you hear, Love?" Spike squatted down next to her.

  "Miss Edith. She is so lonely. She screams and screams. It's like sweet music.
  Bring her to me Spike. Bring her to me and all's forgiven. Will you Spike? Do
  it for me. Do it for princess?" Her eyes gleamed with madness and hope.

  Spike touched her cheek. "Of course I will, Dru. I'd do anything for you.
  You're my princess, right?"

  "Only yours now." She giggled. "Only yours. You saw to that, didn't you.
  Spike's princess."

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  Buffy had been gone for a week.
  Willow had been out of her wheel chair for a day.

  Willow climbed over the low wall. The mansion was up on the right. She had to
  go there and see the last place Buffy had been. Maybe the place would be full
  of clues. Anything to tell her at least part of what had happened that night.
  Or at least it might be able to tell her what had happened with Angel.

  The sun was starting to sink lower. Vampire activity had dropped off to almost
  nothing since the slayer's disappearance. Willow wasn't too worried about
  being out here alone at night. Still, she patted the pocket book filled with
  stakes and holy water. It never hurts to be prepared. Overgrown vegetation
  impeded her progress. It was like wading to the house through a sea of green.
  The doors were in sight.

  A few minutes later she stood before the doors, exhausted and weak. Glancing
  up at the full moon, she sighed. <It would have been nice to have Oz for
  company. Can't wait three days. I have to know now.> Willow turned the handle.
  The door opened easily, it didn't even squeal in protest. <So much for this
  being like an old horror flick. No lightening, no squeaky doors, hopefully no
  monsters in the dark.> She went inside.

  The house was silent. Willow flicked on her flashlight. The beam reflected off
  the far windows, illuminating only a small swath of room at a time. The place
  was clean. High ceilings and white walls were everywhere. In the center of the
  room stood a statue. Willow approached it.

  It was thick and barely detailed. Orange yellow rock formed a frozen demon,
  mouth opened. <Ready to suck us all into Hell.> Willow shuddered. Moving
  closer, she kicked something. It skittered across the floor with a metallic
  clanging.

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  Spike froze mid grab. <Someone's in here with me. My luck it's the bloody
  Slayer.> His vampiratic senses strained to catch another sound. A slight
  shuffling was heard. <Not the Slayer.> Buffy's footsteps echoed due to those
  chunky heels she always wore. No. This was someone else. Annoyed, Spike stayed
  still. No need to alert anyone to his presence just yet.

  ******************
  Willow lifted the sword. "Kendra's?"
  She tilted the flashlight down to the ground. "No ashes around the statue."
  Methodically, Willow searched the room. Ashes near the door. Sentry dusted.
  Crow bar? But because of the ashes by the door, Buffy would have been way over
  there. <Did someone help Buffy?> Willow wandered out into one of the other
  rooms.

  A chair sat alone. Ropes lay cut on the floor. <This is where they held
  Giles.> She moved quickly out of that room, not wanting to think about what
  Angel did to Giles. A staircase led down. Willow followed it. The light of her
  flashlight bounced around.

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  A beam of light caught Spike's eyes. <Damn it. Company.> He had hoped this was
  a simple job. Get the doll. Get out. But no. Spike grabbed the damned doll in
  question. He tossed her into a sack. Then he chucked a few of the other
  favorite dolls into the bag. <Better safe then having to come back to this
  accursed place again.>

  Footsteps came closer. The flashlight hit him full in the face. Spike snarled.
  Then he spotted the intruder. It was one of Buffy's little minions. She gasped
  when she saw him. Her body quivered, fighting the urge to flee. <Brave girl.>

  ******************
  Willow was face to face with him. "Spike!" She breathed in surprise.

  He nodded. "Willow. Well now that the pleasantries are over, I can kill you
  without fear of bad manners."

  "Wait! You ah, can't kill me!"

  "Why? You're not tender enough? You have sour blood? Look I've heard them all
  and I have failed to find a bad batch of blood yet. And another thing." Spike
  walked over to the wall. Flicking a switch, the lights went on. "Vampire's
  have to pay their electric bills same as everyone else. This isn't some third
  rate horror flick you know."

  Sheepishly, Willow turned off the flashlight. She came down off the stairs
  brandishing her little water gun full of holy water. "I don't want any
  trouble. I just wanted to know what happened."

  "The good guys won. The bad guys were defeated. Except for me of course. Some
  people just aren't as easy to kill as others." Spike advanced on the little
  red head.

  "Oh." She raised the water gun. "Well, what about Angel?"

  Spike seemed surprise. "You mean, you don't know. Didn't the Slayer tell you?"

  The floor creaked, as Spike took another step forward. Willow backed up. The
  floor groaned. Spike stopped advancing. Willow took that as a good sign.
  Escape was looking good. She backed up another step. Two more steps and she
  was back on the stairs. Spike raised his hands.

  "Stop." He growled.