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    Spike sat alone in the gloom of his dark and dusty crypt.  He hated it
here, but it was the only place he was currently welcome; the only place he
had to stay during the daylight hours.  Being here made him feel like he was
the only one that knew what it was like to feel like he was feeling.  He
felt like he was all alone in the world, and truthfully, without Willow, he
was.  His sire had sent him away, she hadn't found him demonic enough for
her.  She had been his companion for over a hundred years, and now he was
left without her and without Willow.  He wanted to be with the little
redheaded witch again, he was nothing without her.

    Spike still didn't know what he had done to win Willow over in the first
place.  He had been lying about her friends, he hadn't even been to the club
earlier that night, but then, when he and Willow had gotten there, her
friends had been talking badly about her.  He couldn't have planned it any
better himself.

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies

    Spike fished around in the pockets of his leather duster, finally
finding and pulling out his cigarettes and lighter. He lit up a cigarette
and puffed on it while he waited for the sun to set.  Tonight was the night,
he was going to do as Iris had told him to do.  He was going to tell Willow
the truth about what had happened and what he felt.  Spike just hoped she
would hear him out before either killing him, or leaving him alone again..
forever.

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

    The hours passed slowly, the cigarettes quickly.  After what had seemed
like years of waiting the sun set and it was safe for him to head out, to
find Willow, and try to fix things.  With what seemed to be pure luck, he
came up to her house just as she was exiting it.  "Willow,"  he called in
his thick British accent startling her.  She didn't answer his call, she
just stood there, obviously tensing up as she stared at him, almost
emotionlessly.  "Pet, I missed you so bloody much,"  Spike said as he
started to slowly walk towards her, "I'm sorry luv, I was a bad, rude man.
I didn't mean to make ya feel like you weren't enough, I just didn't want to
upset you.  You wouldn't 'ave understood or liked me goin' out to eat, you
would 'ave tried to stop me, and I couldn't baby.  Please, forgive me?  Come
back?  Please?"  He asked her these last things in an almost begging manner,
his tone annoyed his demon, making it rebel against him a bit.  The demon
made him look more dangerous, but he would never hurt his Willow.

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do and I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain woe
Can show through

    Willow stood there, her eyes upon Spike.  She had wanted him there for
so long, but knew that he didn't truly want to be there with her.  He just
needed something and assumed she would be the easiest one to get it from.
She couldn't do this now, she couldn't see him, or hear the things he wanted
to say.  So she ran...

    She didn't, no she couldn't stop, she just kept going.  Through the park
 through the streets, all the way through Sunnydale Willow ran, not
realizing she was using her magical abilities to increase her speed.  She
didn't stop until she ran into the middle of a large demon gang.  That was
when she first realized she was in trouble,  big trouble.

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

    Spike didn't understand why, but he had trouble keeping up with her.  he
was a vampire, and naturally stronger and faster than she was...but she was
also a witch.  Thinking as he followed her scent, he decided that her magic
must help her.  He knew that if he didn't catch up with her soon she was
either going to hurt herself, or find someone that would do it for her.

No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies

    Willow backed away from the demons, trying to find a way out, but there
were too many, and her magic was too depleted, she was cornered, outnumbered
and overpowered.  Willow screamed as the demons closed in, punching her,
kicking her...beating her.

    Spike found her as the demons did this, and his demon, already annoyed
from earlier, moved past that phase, directly to being enraged.  He jumped
into the group, fighting his way Willow while pulling them away from his
woman, not even noticing when Buffy showed up and began to help him.

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

    The dark lady watched the fight from a distance.  Fists at her sides the
hood fell off her face, revealing child-like features, perfect porcelain
skin, soft pink lips and all knowing and crazed eyes.  "Miss Edith 'as been
naughty,"  she cooed angrily at her doll, "Keeping secrets from mummy....the
stars did not day this would 'appen to my pretties.  You shan't 'ave any tea
or crumpets today you wicked, naughty poppet mine."

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