Well here it it, the end. I hope everyone likes it. Just remember to have a
  little more fun and a little less ritual, okay?
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  Willow stared at Spike. He helped Buffy. Spike actually turned on Angel and
  helped Spike. <What did Druscilla think about all that?> He could help get her
  out. Or he could kill her and get himself out.

  "How do I know you won't turn on me, once I pull the stake?"

  Spike rolled his eyes in disgust. "I think we already covered that one, love.
  Help me and I will help you. I promise not to hurt you. Scout's honor?" He
  raised to fingers in mock salute.

  Willow would have sworn, but she wasn't the sort of person to swear. She just
  moved closer to Spike, leaving her bag and gun in a heap. Gingerly she touched
  the wound. Spike hissed. "Sorry."

  "Just pull it out." Spike gritted his teeth.

  Her fingers slipped into his flesh. Choking down her gag reflex, she grabbed
  the piece of wood. His flesh was slick with blood and cool. The wood was
  almost warm by comparison. Carefully Willow began pulling the wood out.
  Spike's muscles tensed and relaxed, fighting a scream. Fresh blood welled up.
  She had her whole hand around the chunk of wood now. With a slight tug the
  piece came free.

  Willow fell back, the chunk in hand. She gasped as Spike's flesh reknitted
  itself. There was blood all around save for the patch of newly healed skin.

  **************
  Spike stood shakily. Willow backed away from him. Spike watched the girl grab
  her weapons. She had a decidedly light touch. Spike had been lucky. The pain
  had burned through him, but she hadn't splintered the wood on the way out.
  They could have been here all night searching for the splinters. Now she sat
  on the wood strewn floor, hands covered in his blood, clutching her bag of
  stakes.

  "O-Okay. I did my part. Now yo-you go open the door." She stammered.

  The blood on her hands made her very attractive. She might make an excellent
  vampire someday. But not today. Spike was in a good mood now that the stake
  was gone. He walked to the door. Grasping it, he started to pull. The metal
  squealed. It bent, but it didn't open. Spike resisted the urge to fall against
  the door.

  He grasped the handle again. The metal bulged inward again, but the hinges
  held. Spike slammed his fist into it. Then he gave into his weakness and
  slumped against the door. <Damn. Need blood.> He glanced back at Willow.
  "Sorry, ducks. I've lost too much blood. I can't keep my end of it."

  A strange look crossed the girl's face. <Am I to be staked by this Slayer's
  whelp? How humiliating. And all over Dru's damned dolls.>

  "You need blood."

  ***************

  "Yes. Apparently about two quarts of my own are staining the cement floor."

  Willow bit her lip. What she was about to do was stupid. Not just dumb, but
  the height of stupidity. And she should know better. But they just had to get
  out.

  "Spike," <Shut up Willow. There's still time to find another way.>
  The vampire was studying her. She met his icy blue eyes. She closed her eyes
  deliberately. Then tilted her head, exposing her throat. Then she waited,
  trying not to tremble.

  ***************
  Spike blinked in surprise. The girl was actually offering her blood to him!
  Damned brave of her. Spike moved forward very slowly as not to frighten her.
  <Queit little lamb to the slaughter.> Placing his hands around her waste, he
  felt her shiver slightly. He smiled at her closed eyes. His fangs slid down
  and he brushed her throat with them, so she could feel the almost warmth of
  his breath.

  Willow shivered again. Embracing her, Spike bit into her throat, carefully, so
  he wouldn't hurt her. Then he let her blood flow into him. It flushed warmth
  through his system, almost making him shiver as well. Strength flowed with it.
  He was careful not to take too much. She had risked too much for her freedom
  tonight.

  He left a light kiss on her throat. Then he backed slowly away from her.

  ***************

  Willow had never felt anything like that before. It was as if her life force
  had been flowing out of her. She opened her eyes slowly, blushing at the
  remembered feeling of his lips on her throat. Pulling her shirt up to cover
  the two small wounds that she knew were there, she watched him approach the
  door.

  Spike clasped the handle in one hand. With a slight tug, the entire door was
  ripped inward. It crashed to the ground. Spike grabbed his bag. Turning to
  her, he offered his hand. "Come on." Stunned, Willow grabbed her bag, and
  Spike's hand. He gently lifted her on to the door.

  He led her from the house like she was a fragile doll. Mumbling something
  about how she might still be woozy, Spike had carried her up a flight of
  stairs. Once outside, he placed her carefully down. She resisted the urge to
  smile up at him. He was a vampire after all.

  "You could have killed me." Willow stated, searching his eyes.

  "Yes, but we had a deal." His eyes were unreadable.

  Willow did smile at him then. "Ah, I guess I should thank you." <Thank a
  vampire? This is too weird.>

  "You don't thank the enemy, ducks. But you are welcome. And I am gone."
  Spike walked off towards a dark caddy.

  "Spike," He stopped. "Was Druscilla really angry?"

  "Furious. Now get out of here before I change my mind and kill you." He
  disappeared into the car. His trench swirling around him.

  Willow frowned. Confused about the whole evening, she walked home.
  "I hope my mom doesn't catch me all covered in blood."

  *****************
  Spike was angry with himself. He had had a perfect opportunity to kill one of
  the Slayer's friends.
  And he hadn't touched her. <Well that wasn't entirely true.> Spike thought of
  the girl's warm blood. It had been sweet with fear and bravery mixed giving it
  an exotic feel. That was one hell of a girl! <Bit of a tease, really. Offering
  her blood and all.>

  He thought about going back for her. She would make an excellent vampire. With
  her red hair and that defiantly brave streak, any man was doomed. Maybe in a
  few years, he would come back for her. When she was a little older. Spike
  patted the bag. Until then, he had a princess to appease.

  The end.

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  If you like it, let me know. I have sequel in mind.
  So if it's worth the fuss, I 'll write it just for you. :)

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