Rating: Possibly PG13 for fighting.
Authors Comments: This is my first story ever, so please send me comments
kind or otherwise...if I don't get them then I won't know if I should
continue or stop.  A big thanks to everyone for all the comments last time,
they really meant a lot to me.
The song for this part is Blurry by Puddle of Mudd

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    Angel was a champion, the only known vampire with a soul.  he dated
Buffy, the current vampire slayer, and had even come back from the depths of
Hell after almost destroying the world.  The only reason he still had a soul
was due to Willow's restoration of it.  That was why he was in town now.
Normally, Buffy wouldn't have called him, but she couldn't find Willow
anywhere, and she knew Angel was the best choice for help.  angel felt like
he owed the young redhead something, and Buffy knew that Angel would stop at
nothing to find her friend.

    Willow's parents didn't know anything.  They hadn't even known she was
gone until Buffy called them on the chance of Willow going somewhere to meet
up with them, forgetting to call. Xander (the best friend since
kindergarten) along with the rest of the group that helped Buffy, were just
as in the dark on the Willow subject as the slayer was.  Willow had been
suppose to meet them at the Bronze a week before, but she had never shown up
  Buffy had searched the entire town, beating several of her normal
informers to a bloody pulp in her search for information, but no one knew
what happened to her sweet Wiccan friend.  Calling Angel had been that last
possible change for help.

    Angel had arrived in town and gotten to work immediately.  it didn't
take him long to find out Spike, his grand-childe, had been in town.  (In
vampire culture the sire is the one that does the blood sharing with someone
to make that person a vampire, the weak ones are called fledglings, but
others that are given more of the sire's potent elixir are called childer,
and are expected to be much more.)  Angel knew how his grand-childe felt
about Willow, he had been obsessed with her the entire time Angelus, Angel's
demonic alias, had been there, and Spike had been unable to speak of anyone
else.  Angelus had planned to give the girl to Spike as a present, but his
plans had changed when he had been sent to Hell.

    The one thing that Angel didn't understand was how her friends didn't
notice that Willow was missing right away.  Why hadn't they found her before
Spike had taken her out of town?  Why had she been walking to the club alone
to meet up with them?  Didn't they care about her?

Everything's so blurry
And everyone's so fake
And everybody's so empty
And everything is so messed up
Pre-occupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl

    It took Angel nearly a month to finally pick up on Spike and Willow's
trail, but he had traced them to a nice home just outside New York Ciry,
pretty much as far away from Sunnydale and Willow's friends as possible
(well, at least without leaving the continent or taking Spike away from a
large population).  The evil part of Angel, Angelus, was jealous that Spike
had gotten Willow first.  In a vampire family, all vampires belonged to the
eldest, and now, that was Angel, which meant that Spike belonged to him, as
did anything Spike owned, yet he had neglected contacting Angel to let him
know he had Willow, which made Angel assume that Willow had been taken
against her will.

    So instead of knocking on the door when he arrived he kicked it in, and
began to stomp around the building in search of his wayward grand-childe and
the missing witch.  He found them both in the family room.  It looked as
though they had been watching a movie before they had heard the door kicked
in.  Now Willow stood, hiding behind Spike, who had put on his vampire face
(better known as vamped out) and looked ready to attack anything that moved
towards them.

    Without waiting to hear their story (and without even asking for it)
Angel pounced and began punching, kicking...beating Spike.  Catching a sharp
looking cheek bone, Angel was unsure if he had broken the bone or if the
younger vampire would be sporting a simple black eye.  Spike didn't get his
return shots in because before either of them had a chance to really get
going, Willow had muttered a Latin incantation and magically separated them.

 "Stop it!"  She screamed at him, shaking in fear.  She ran to Spike,
releasing him from her magical grip and cuddling him to her, checking over
his wounds to assure herself that he was okay, she muttered how much she
loved him.  Angel just stared at them, hurt and confusion in his big, baby
brown eyes.

You could be my someone
You could be my scene
You know that I'll protect you
From all of the obscene
I wonder what you're doing
Imagine where you are
There's oceans in between us
But that's not very far

    "Angel! What are you doing here?"  Willow questioned angrily when she
finally finished coddling Spike.  She still held Angel against the wall, but
it was obvious she was working herself a little too hard with this.

    "Willow, let me down," Angel told her in a soft and calm, yet commanding
voice.

    "Do you promise no more fighting?"  She asked in her ever innocent way.

    "Not bloody likely..."  Spike muttered under his breath, receiving a
little slap from Willow, who was still watching Angel.

    "I promise," Angel agreed."

    The explanation took a while.  He had to hear about Spike falling in
love with Willow, and vice versa, and also about how poorly her friends had
treated her.  No matter how hard he attempted to explain that they didn't
feel or act that way she refused to listen to him.

    Willow and Spike offered Angel a guest room for the day, which he
accepted while apologizing about their door, then he left the building,
saying he would be back later, once he had had time to think.

Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face

    'I can't believe the fool I've made of myself,' Angel thought as he
returned to the house hours later.  He had been so worried about Willow, he
had decided he was going to be her hero, he was going to save her from Spike
..Spike, his stupid grand-childe. 'How dare he not tell me everything that
was happening! Who did he think he was anyway?'

    He hadn't known they had fallen in love, he didn't know Spike took her
away from the pain, he didn't know that Spike had brought out the fire in
her, and most of all, he didn't know that Spike made her happy.  He hadn't
known she was happy, or that she had everything she had ever dreamed of, and
he hadn't known that Spike being able to give it to her before he could
would crush him so much.

    So what had Angel done to bury his pain?  he'd gone and drunk himself
senseless of course, and now, with the alcohol helping him, he sought Spike
out once more.

    He located the other vampire in the large garden alone, and had gone to
punch him again, but missed, ending up with his face in the dirt after
hitting his head on a cement bird bath and knocking himself out completely.

Everyone is changing
There's no one left that's real
To make up your own ending
And let me know just how you feel
'Cause I am lost without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl

    Willow had seen the whole thing play out from the side door, and looked
to Spike.  He could feel her fear, even from the distance between them, and
hurried to her side, taking her into his strong, protective arms.  "We're
never going to be safe here Spike.  They're never going to leave us alone,"
she said, her voice hopeless, sad and scared.

    "Shh, it'll be alright luv.  I've got you," he whispered into her
strawberry scented locks of hair.

You could be my someone
You could be my scene
You know that I will save you
From all of the unclean
I wonder what you're doing
I wonder where you are
There's oceans in between us
But that's not very far

    Talking it out had helped the couple and they had made a very simple
plan (at least in theory).  In the family room they had cleared the
furniture and left a big empty space in the middle of the room.  Willow had
drawn a pentable on the floor and set up her candles and herbs.  Getting
some clothing that blended into the time period they decided on she and
Spike had prepared.

    Willow forced Spike to carry (more like drag) Angel into the house (so
that he wouldn't be burned by the sun's unforgiving rays).  once his task
had been completed Spike pulled out an ancient looking, but sparkly silver
ring with a classically cut emerald.  His mother had given him the ring,
over a hundred years before, to give to the woman he plannned to marry when
he found her.  WIllow loved the ring; she had never been given something so
meaningful before, and decided to treasure it forever.  Hugging and kissing
Spike in thanks, they stepped into the circle and the ritual began.

Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me

    When Angel awoke he had a terrible headache.  He could smell strange
herbs and feel magic ripping through the air around him.  A blot of light
flashed through the building.  he knew that Willow and Spike were gone, but
to where he hadn't the slightest clue.

Nobody told me where you thought
Nobody told me what to say
Everyone showed you where to turn
Told you where to run away
Nobody told you where to hide
Nobody told you what to say
Everyone showed you where to turn
Showed you where to run away

    Angel was too distracted by the disappearance of Spike and WIllow to
hear a thump upstairs.  The dark woman had collapsed after lending the young
witch the energy to complete the spell without killing herself.  She just
hoped that she wouldn't be found out before she was done.

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