" I'm outta here," Buffy replied, " I really need to kill something!" she
said glaring at Spike.

" Careful, Dearie, I wouldn't want you to trip over your stake." He retorted
nastily.

Buffy slammed the door in response.

Giles mutter something under his breath, even too low for Spike to make out.

Spike went back into the kitchen, cleaned up the spilt blood and began to
reheat another mug.

Willow walked down stairs, dressed in her orange day glow sneakers, and
matching corduroy overalls.

" Hey, where is everybody?"  Willow asked curiously.

" The rat's have all abandoned ship, Pet, " Spike snorted and took another
drink from the novelty mug.

" Giles, I thought we were going to talk more about the plan." Willow
remarked disappointed.   Willow sighed.

" Hmm, well er tomorrow, Willow."  Giles replied taking another drink.

Spike turned and looked at Willow when he heard her sigh.   He saw the
familiar old-maidish clothing and her fair complexion was scrubbed free of
any makeup.  He noticed red puffy lids hid her emerald eyes. 

" Well then, I guess I better get back to the dorm." Willow said softly.

" Willow, I'll give you a ride," Giles offered.

" You most certainly will not, you've been drinking." Spike piped up.

 Giles scowled, " I certainly am capable of giving Willow a ride." He snapped
waspishly.

"I'll see her home." Spike replied.

Giles scoffed, " Right, I saw the way you were ogling the girl not less than
and hour ago, I'll not leave you to try and take advantage of the girl," He
grunted.

Willow shook her head, grabbed her jacket as a lone tear fell unnoticed upon
the floor.  She shut the door quietly, leaving behind the two arguing men.

~~~~~~~~~

Walking through Sunnydale Park.

" Hey look, it's her," the dark haired commando whispered.

" Yeah, it sure looks like her." the blond solider replied.

" Shall we take her in for questioning?" the first man asked.

" I don't know if Riley or Walsh would like it," the second man replied.

" Well, they're not here and I'm sick of getting my ass reamed out cause
number 17 is still on the loose.  I think she knows him." The dark hair man
grinned, I bet I could get her to talk real quick.
 

 Willow heard the snap of brush and glanced over her shoulder. < Oh Goddess,
soldiers! >  Willow bolted glad she had her sneakers on instead of the
ridelecous black leather boots.

"Halt! Or will fire!" one of the soldiers yelled.  Willow ran faster.  She
could hear the two men gaining on her.  < Oh Goddess, I've got to hide, I
can't outrun them. >   The two men were almost upon her; one propelled
himself forward and took Willow down in a flying tackle.

 Willow screamed, the dark haired man pressed his hand firmly over her mouth.

" Well, lookie here Ron, if it ain't a demon's wench," he cackled.

Willow struggled underneath the heavy soldier.

" I want to know where the missing demon is, and I want to know NOW!" he
hissed and lowered his mouth close to Willow ear.

The blond solider was hit from behind and fell unconscious to the ground.

Spike felt an unwavering pain, in his head and felt himself stagger and fall
to the ground. < Get UP, You're A BLOODY DEMON! >
 

 The solider shifted slighty to see what the commotion was.  Willow used this
to her advantage and was able to slip one hand out of his death grip.  She
popped him  on the bridge of his nose.  She heard the crack of cartilage,
heard his howl of pain.  He backhanded her sharply, his blood mixing with her
own.

Spike crawled on his hands and knees to the solider attacking Willow.  He
stood up still feeling a bit wobbly and grabbed the bastard by the scruff of
the neck and flung him off Willow.

 " Run, Pet," he commanded as he launched himself at the angry commando.

 Willow scrambled to her feet looking for a weapon to use.  She saw the
weapon of the unconscious solider and picked it up planning on using the but
end of the gun to brain the violent grunt.

Spike wasn't doing well in holding his own.  His vampiric strength seemed to
be of little use, as his attempts to fight appeared to cause him a great deal
of pain.    The solider nearly had Spike pinned down and Willow noticed him
wielding a stake.

  " Drop it Buster!" Willow ordered.

" You filthy demon bitch!" the dark haired man spat as he rolled off Spike.
Spike saw the man go for his pistol.    " I told you to run," Spike groaned.
< He's a trained marksman; he'll kill her then finish me! >
Spike managed to kick out his legs and connect with the solider.  The soldier
staggered but kept his balance, but turned the now visible weapon at Spike
and pulled the trigger.

 Spike heard a scream and felt a red hot poker of pain lance through him.

He next felt the heavy solider fall on him and Spike let out another groan.

Willow saw the gun too late and saw Spike strike the solider and take a
bullet.  She bashed the solider in the head.  " Spike, Oh Goddess Spike,"
Willow whimpered afraid the blond vamp was dead. < Duh Wills he already dead
remember. >  She pushed the unconscious man off Spike.

"  Are you alright? Can you walk?  We have to get out of here.. The noise and
the shots..." Willow babbled histrionically  < Where the hell is Buffy when
you need her? >  Willow dropped to her knees and put her hand over Spike's
bleeding shoulder.  Spike growled, "easy Pet,"as he changed from his vamp
façade back to his human face.   " Come on, " Willow helped Spike up off the
ground and groaned as he staggered and nearly knocker her down under his
weight.

 " Willow you need to get out of here, now, other soldiers will be all over
here like ants at a bloody picnic." Spike remarked moving away from Willow's
supportive embrace.

" No! We go together!" she replied her voice steely, as she snaked her arm
out once again around Spike's waist, to pull the teetering vamp closer to her
hip.  < Hide, we've got to hide!  Where, Spike's too weak to go far. >
Willow looked around and knew only one hiding place close by.

" Just a little farther, " she coaxed.

Willow helped Spike down the cement stairs, and shut the thick metal door and
latched  the deadbolt home.   Spike slid down to the cold wall to the floor.

" Where the hell are we?" Spike rasped.

Willow moved surely through the darken crypt and lit the large tomb with a
battery operated Coleman lantern.

 Spike looked up at the girl standing a few feet away from; she was staring
off into an empty cage.
 

Part 7

Spike felt like his shoulder was on fire.  Red-hot pain was shooting down his
arm.  He wasn't sure where Willow had taken them, to some underground crypt.
It was dark as a moonless night.  Willow appeared to see in the dark as she
moved about with confidence.  Spike saw her small form illuminated by a
lantern, frozen in place just a few feet in front of him.

Spike took a deep breath, outside of the smell of his own blood; he smelled
Willow's fear and something a bit stale.  It smelled like dog, no, wolf piss
and something else rather rank.  < Bloody hell, it's the wolf's den! >  "
Willow are you alright?" Spike asked softly.

The sound of Spike's voice snapped Willow back into the present reality.  The
vision of Oz and Veruca naked, intertwined upon the floor of the cage
disappeared.    Willow didn't trust her voice.  < I'm not gonna cry. I'm not
gonna cry. > She repeated over and over to herself as she moved like an
automaton about the crypt.

Spike watched Willow in the dim light move to a box in the corner and take
out what looked to be a tee shirt and first aid kit. He saw the tension in
her movements.  Willow moved back toward Spike with the gathered items.  Even
in the dim light Spike saw the bruise that was forming on her porcelain
cheek, and her eyes glistening with unshed tears.  " You alright, pet?" Spike
asked as he moved his uninjured arm up and caressed her bruised cheek.
Willow recoiled from Spike's cool touch and soft words.

Green eyes stared into blue.

 Spike's touch sent shivers down her spine, < Why in the world does he care?
> Green eyes blinked back tears.

< You disgust her, Hell I'm disgusted with myself, I call myself a
blood-sucking demon and I can't suck blood nor kill two silly mortal men.
Next thing you know I'll be gelling my hair straight up like the Poof. >

Spike rolled his blue eyes.

" Help me get your coat off so I can clean up the wound."  Willow rasped out
firmly, unable to meet Spike's eyes. < Of course he's gonna play nice, If I
don't help him he could lose his undead life. >

Spike shifted his torso forward and allowed Willow to pull the leather duster
off his shoulders.
 " Why are you doing this?" Spike groaned aloud, as Willow dumped alcohol
across his torn flesh.

" I need to keep the wound from getting infected."  She replied flatly.

" No, I mean why are you helping me? Why didn't you run when you had the
chance?" Spike asked grimacing as Willow placed the clean tee shirt over the
front and back of the bullet wound.

Willow looked up from the task and met Spike's vivid blue eyes.  " Habit I
guess, I'm in the habit of helping."

" Well, you almost got yourself killed, in the first place walking alone at
night in Sunnydale is like begging to be killed, and then you didn't run when
I told you too... just stood around like a statue.. a perfect target..
waiting to be shot.." Spike grumbled, taking out his feelings of frustration,
impotence and physical pain out on the redhead.

"Your welcome, asshole," Willow shot back, standing up quickly.  " Why in the
hell do you suddenly care, angry because someone else is trying to kill and
terrorize me for a change besides yourself!" she spat back, the feeling of
rage and hurt from Oz's betrayal not just inside her head but all around her.

Spike saw Willow shaking visibly, and cursed his already cursed self.   He knew how badly it hurt every time Angelus was with Dru, how he
always felt like a poor runner up.  From what he had overheard from the
Slayer's gang, she had found the wolf with the she bitch, in his den, here.
I'm ranting at her like an idiot.  < She saved your sorry ass William. >

" You're cold," Spike said his eyes downcast,  "Take the duster, it'll help
hold in your body heat." He offered shifting forward one again, and used his
undamaged arm to pull the coat out from under him.

 Willow scowled at the curious vamp but took the offered coat.  Willow
slipped it over her shoulders, but didn't bother to put her arms through the
coat but rather used the sleeves to wrap around herself as if receiving a
hug.  The coat smelled of Spike, and stale cigarettes, the leather soft and
comforting.

" Don't you have a cell phone or one of those annoying beeping devices?"
Spike asked his voice tight with pain.

 "Yeah, but it's in my backpack, back at Giles."  Willow answered as she
paced back and forth.

" Don't worry, Buffy or Giles will find us soon."  Willow added.

< I'm bleeding still, the bullet passed clear through my shoulder but it
nicked something and I'm not strong enough to heal.  I need blood. >

Willow kneeled down to look at Spike's wound.  < It's still bleeding; he
needs blood to heal. >

" Spike you need blood." Willow commented.

" Yeah, Pet, use that cell phone of your to order me up some take out," he
wisecracked.

Willow's eyes darted about the crypt. He can't feed from me, but he needs
blood.

" Look, wait a while and then sneak out for help," Spike suggested weakly.

Willow looked at the blond vamp.  His normally pale skin was taking on a
grayish hue and his skin seemed even more gaunt that usual.  < You won't make
it much longer, beside, if the soldiers are still there. >
He was leaning against the cold stone wall, his eyes shut, blood looking
black in the dim light glistened against his wound.

 Willow sighed and walked over to the vamp.  She kneeled down and picked up
the alcohol once again.  Spike opened his eyes.  " Don't even think about
putting that holy water to me again Pet," he growled ineffectually.
Willow rolled her eyes and pushed up the sleeve of her cotton shirt and
poured the cold liquid over the inside of her arm.  She then liberally doused
a sharp piece of metal with the alcohol.

" Willow, NO!" Spike shouted too late, as she stabbed herself with the sharp
metal.  Willow hissed as the metal tore at her forearm. " Sweet Goddess!"

" You really do have a death wish don't you.." Spike chided.  As the scent of
her hot blood hit him, his vampiric ridges and golden eyes of his demon
appeared.  Willow moved towards Spike feeling rather light headed.  " Stay
away from me!"  Spike growled.

" I know you want it Spike!" Willow held up her dripping forearm as she moved
closer to the cowering vamp.  Willow though she might pass out the
adrenaline, the anger, and the blood. < I need to sit down and get that
stupid vamp to shut up and drink. >

 Willow sat next to Spike, his leather coat providing some comfort from the
cold wall and floor.   Spike don't be a stubborn assed vampire, besides I'm
getting blood all over your precious coat.

Spike turned back towards Willow,  " For someone who's so smart that move
wasn't luv, I don't think both of us bleeding to death is wise do you?"

Willow sat with her back firmly against the wall and opened her legs.  " Here
sit back, lean on me, it will be easier to feed you if I can rest my arm
across your uninjured shoulder."  Willow directed.

< The bossy little chit is driving me crazy, her smell, the blood; it's been
weeks since I tasted human blood. >
 Spike moved back and leaned his head and shoulder against Willow's chest,
she moved her bleeding arm across his shoulder and offered herself to him.
Spike howled in pain, the ringing sound agonizing as he tried to elongate his
fangs to feed.  Willow, put her other hands in his short hair and tried to
sooth him by rubbing her hand against his head.  " Shhh, don't try so hard
just.. lick."

 Willow felt Spike's cold tongue lapping at the fresh wound.  She gasped in
pain.

Willow's heartbeat echoed in his ear, her body was hot like a roaring fire,
her voice beckoned his demon to feed her blood fiery ambrosia, sending wave
after wave of pleasure and healing through his body.  She tastes so good, so
innocent, almost virginal.

 Willow heard what she swore was purring coming from Spike.  < Maybe, like a
cat when vamps are in pain they purr. >  Spike continued to lick and suck at
Willow's wound delighting in her comforting blood and soft caresses against
his head.  Spike couldn't remember when he felt this kind of contentment last.

The soft licks and sucking upon her arm and the soothing sounds of Spike's
purring made Willow chest tighten, her breast's tingle as she felt herself
aroused by this.. this what.. feeding.  < I'm one sick puppy.>
 

Part 8

< If anyone told me a month ago, I'd have one of the most vicious vampire's
of all time curled up between my legs, letting him nuzzle and lick my arm,
listening to him purr, I'd have called them insane. >  Willow ran her hand
through the blonde's short silky hair.  < What's worse is if they told me
that I'd like it. I would have wanted to kill them, let's be honest here
Rosenberg, you more than like it, he's making you wet. >

Spike continued to lap at the heated elixir.  He could hear her heartbeat
racing, his cheek pressed against the rising and falling swell of her breast.
Her heat warming him, making him feel, making him want.  Spike purred louder.
Willow nodded off to the sound of Spike's purring. Spike fell asleep too,
listening to her heartbeat.
 

~~~~~
Several hours later

 Buffy, Giles and Xander crept stealthily through the graveyard.   Buffy had
called Giles when she got home from patrol at 2:00 am and did not find Willow
in bed.  Giles awoken from his alcohol induced haze, mumbled about Spike
taking off after her.  Thus the Scooby Gang assembled to look for her.

" I swear Giles, If he's hurt her, I'll stake his ass faster than..." Buffy
huffed.

"I don't think he can hurt her physically."  Giles said reassuringly, as he
illuminated the headstones with the high beam of his flashlight.  < It's not
her physical health I'm as concerned about.  That bloody bastard will fuck
anything that moves, Willow being all vulnerable... I'll stake his ass before
you Buffy. >

Giles, pack rat of the West Coast still had the key to the crypt, which
served as Oz's home during his phases.

" Why on earth would Willow go here Buffy, the one place that exemplifies the
root of her painful breakup with Oz.?" Giles asked.

" To mope and cry some more, trust me Giles, it's a girl thing" Buffy replied
holding the flashlight against the lock.

 Buffy crept into the darkened crypt, Giles and Xander right behind her.
Her breath caught in her throat.   < Oh my GOD, they're both dead! >  Her
flashlight illuminated two very pale figures.  Willow her legs apart one hand
resting on the top of Spike's blond head, the vamp was curled up on a fetal
position on his side between Willow's outstretched legs, his face pressed
into her breast.  His shirt had was covered in blood, as was Willow's other
arm, lying across her other breast, pressed close to Spike's face.

" Oh God! Will," Xander cried, thinking the same as Buffy.

Spike and Willow both woke startled.  Spike was on his feet in a defensive
posture before Buffy could move.  Buffy reacting to what seemed an attack by
her worst enemy, let loose with a kick, catching Spike in the jaw.  His eyes
rolled up in the back of his head and he started to fall backwards.  He hit
the cold floor with a large thud.
 

Buffy was upon him Mr. Pointy ready to dust him.

Willow propelled herself forward pushing Buffy off Spike, " No Buffy," as she
and her best friend landed in a heap at Giles and Xander's feet.

" Hey Guys," Willow said weakly, " It took you long enough," and promptly
passed out.

Giles carried Willow in his arms to his car.

" How come Buffy and I need to carry the fang-less puppy?"  Xander panted.

" From the looks of them both, they were attacked, Spike was shot" Giles
recapped the obvious.

" Yeah, but he was feeding off her Giles," Buffy retorted

 " From the looks of things it appeared that Willow was allowing him to drink
from her." Giles replied.
< An unpleasant sight. >

"When they wake up, I expect we'll have all our questions answered."  Giles
uttered uncertainly.  < What did that silly child think she was doing? >

Buffy and Xander dragged Spike's unconscious form into the basement once
again.  Giles took Willow upstairs to the guest bedroom.  He examined the
wound on her arm.  It was deep but had stopped bleeding.  Perhaps a healing
spell when she awakes.  Giles covered up Willow's pale form; he would send
Buffy upstairs to get Willow out of her bloody clothes.  He was going to get
some answers from Spike.

Giles stomped downstairs a blood bag in hand.   " Buffy, go upstairs and tend
Willow." he ordered.

" But Giles.. I.."  She began.  " Now Buffy!"  Giles commanded.    Buffy
recognized Giles in Ripper mode, she smiled and trotted upstairs to check on
Will.
 
 

" Are the chains secure Xander?"  Giles asked tightly.

Xander nodded his head at the vengeful watcher.  " Hold this."  Giles said as
he threw the blood bag toward Xander.

Giles then quickly drew back his hand and slapped Spike across the face.
Xander blinked in surprise at the sound of the blow. < Holy Shit G-man's in
Ripper mode. >

Buffy got a basin of warm water and some bandages from the bathroom.  She had
carried up some orange juice on her first trip.  Shock and blood loss, she'll
need energy.  Buffy went to fetch  a clean tee shirt from Giles dresser.
Buffy entered the guest bedroom her face aflame.  She was going to process
later what she found in Giles underwear draw.  Right now Willow needed her.

" Wake up you, frigging prick!" Giles barked.

 Xander hoped he never earned Giles wrath.

 Spike felt pain in his head.  At first he though he was back in the lab.  He
pried open his eyes and saw and heard a red-faced Watcher threatening him
with dismemberment.

"< Oh No! I've killed the chit! Drained her dry. >  " Willow" he managed to
rasp

" What the fuck did you do to that girl?" Giles growled his face angry his
eyes bulging.  He leaned his palm onto the bullet wound.  Spike howled in
pain and almost passed out once again.

" Giles!" Willow shouted.  " What do you think your doing?"

Xander, Giles and Spike all turned to look at the pale faced girl, bare
legged and swimming in one of Giles's tee's.

 Buffy was standing next to Willow holding her friend by the elbow.

 " Buffy" Giles admonished

" Resolve face" Buffy replied hugging her friends arm tighter.  She insisted
on seeing if Spike was alright."

Spike felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. < The stubborn little chit
looks like she's about to fall over. >  He gave her his best cocky grin and
promptly passed out once again.

Part 9

Spike woke up, he knew it was daytime.  He was still in the watcher's
basement. He remembered waking up briefly after seeing Willow, being given
several very cold blood bags. < Who was he to complain, anything to take away
the burning pain in his shoulder and the throbbing pain in his head. >  Spike
flexed his wounded arm, healed, < me William the bloody had been drinking
pig's blood> He was wearing a clean shirt, must belong to that sadistic
watcher. >
Spike climbed the stairs and listened to the murmur of voices in the living
room.

" So we use the hidden video camera to keep me and soldiers under
surveillance.  If I get in trouble, Buffy can come to my rescue."

" How we gonna catch the soldiers Will?"  Xander asked.

"Xander, they are already after me, I'll just be waiting for them in the park
tonight and..." her words were cut off by Spike.

" Like bloody hell!" he shouted coming into the room.

" Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the coffin."  Xander
wisecracked.

" How come he's untied?"  Buffy asked annoyed.

 " Hi Spike, how are you feeling?" Willow asked ignoring her friends'
comments.

He blinked at her; sitting on the floor legs crossed Indian style her hair in
a ponytail, her green eyes looking at him like.  He felt that tightening in
his chest once again.  < Must be those damn scientist implanted something
else in there too. >  Spike lost his train of thought as he looked at the
redhead.

" I hate to say it but I agree with Spike, Willow, that plan doesn't sound
very prudent." Giles said taking a sip of tea.

" But.. I'll have the dart gun, and they will want to try and catch the vamp
me so..." Willow continued.

 Spike watched Buffy and Giles nod their heads thoughtfully, and Xander
stuffing a chocolate donut into his mouth, " You people are insane, your not
going to let that little girl go after those Rambo want-a be's!" he uttered
in disbelief.

" Hey, I held my own against them last night, totally unprepared.. I seem to
recall saving your skinny ass."  Willow shot back angry that he was
discounting her once again.

Spike felt ashamed that he hadn't been much use last night and that the petit
mortal had in fact saved him.

" We didn't ask you for your imput anyway," Buffy added jumping on the put
Spike in his place bandwagon.

 Spike shook his head at Willow, stuck his tongue out at Buffy and stalked
closer to the watcher.                < Perhaps I can reason with him. >

"Do you mean to tell me, you're going to allow Willow to go out in the park
and parade around as a vampire in that skimpy outfit to get herself killed or
worse?"  Spike growled.

Giles looked at the blond man and laughed.

" What's is so funny?  You threaten to strangle me with my own entrails last
night because you though I had harmed the chit, and now your about to do
nothing and watch her get killed." Spike shook his head in disbelief.

" We're not going to do nothing, we're going to work together as a team to
make sure Willow is safe and that we get to the bottom of the mystery of the
soldiers." Giles replied indignant that the vampire dare to try and lecture
to him. < He has a lot to lean about Willow.>

  " And what if they snatch her instead of her capturing one of them? Hummm?
Spike asked glaring at Willow.

"Subcutaneous homing device." Willow replied smiling sweetly.

" What?"  Spike asked confused, < Must be I missed something again, those
damn pricks's messing with me head. >

" Giles figured out that the way the soldiers were tracking you,  was with a
homing device.  Giles dug it out of you while you were unconscious and
Willow's sporting it, we've got the frequency and can track her instead."
Xander explained.

"Well.. well.." Spike sputtered his face scrunched up, trying to think of
another good reason why this harebrained scheme wouldn't work.  " Well if
they tracked me, then they will be able to track Willow."

" Give the man a pint of blood," Buffy responded snottily, " Duh, that's part
of the con, they think they are trapping you but we trap them see?" she
grinned smugly.
 

Several hours later Spike found himself in the Sunnydale Park.  He heard
static and the muffled voice of Xander over the headset he wore. " Xander to
the neutered one, come in? Have you got Wills in  visual range?"

" Yes, Spike hissed, you stupid git, over and out!" he snapped.

He had been watching Willow's ass wiggling back and forth, those damn boots
and  those too.. too short black hot pants.  He had seen the girl trip once
and grab the park bench, he had bit his own tongue, for a moment he though
one of her tits was gonna pop out of the constricting leather bra.

 Spike tried to adjust his too tight pants, when he heard Buffy static voice,
" One solider spotted seven o-clock headed your way, Spike."

Spike flashed the flashlight twice at Willow to give her the signal.  He
watched as the young women put her  leather encased leg up on the park bench.
 < Down boy, now's not the time.>  His eyes gazed at the creamy swell of
breast that was barely contained by the scrap of leather.  He watched Willow
go all grrr.  Spike felt himself harden even more.  He saw her slip her hand
into her thigh high boot and extract the small  dart gun.

 He couldn't believe that he had tracked subject 17.  His breath caught in
his throat as he saw a red -hair siren in  leather... a vamp for sure but
where is... Oh my God it's Willow!

" Willow,"  Riley gasped, just as she pulled the trigger of the dart gun.
Riley felt a bee sting upon his neck.  He was unconscious before he heard
Buffy's cry. " Riley, Oh No! he's one of them"

Part 10
 

Xander had hold of Riley's head and Spike had his feet and the two men were 
shuffling quickly towards the van.  Buffy and Giles looked on as Willow took 
the lead sashaying as fast as her spiked heals would allow.

" I can't believe Riley is one of them, " Buffy moaned.  

" Just goes to show you all men are lying, cheating, bastards interested in 
only one thing." Willow expounded.  

" Hey Wills, not fair!"  Xander grunted out of breath.

" Xander, I don't think I need to remind you about cheating, and as for hard 
up, need I mention Faith and Ayna!" Willow continued.

Spike laughed at Willow's comments. < I like a git with a little spunk. >

" I wouldn't laugh too loud dead boy, your undead life is nothing but lying, 
cheating, killing and fucking.   Xander may have bad taste in women, but so 
far they have at least been all alive.  I mean, talk about hard up I can't 
think of anyone worse than Harmony. I bet the only time she quits whining is 
when you put your dick in her mouth."

" Eweeee" Buffy cried,  "scaring visual image, stop with the gross."

< Sassy mouth little tart. >
" Keep it up Red, I think I can arrange to silence your sassy little mouth," 
Spike grinned brazenly

" See what I mean, Buffy," Willow said glaring venomously at Spike.

Giles cleared his throat. " I think we should.." he began

  " Oh well Giles, I know you're not a complete Bastard, cause your 
interested in more than one thing, but you have lied before and cheated," 
Willow pointed out.

 Willow hurried ahead of the gang towards the van, " Can you guys hurry it 
up, I'm freezing my ass off out here," she complained.

" You wouldn't be so cold if you had your ass covered up in a pair of pants." 
Spike shouted.

" I don't know, I kinda like it." Xander uttered grinning.

" Giles, I'm not sure I like this magik, induced uninhibited Willow."  Buffy 
said

Willow climbed into the back of the van and checked the video equipment feed. 
 She saw the cage in the lens.  < Well, Mr. I'm all shy and Innocence, 
Willow's gonna see  what you've been hiding! >


~~~~~~~~~~

Giles reviewed the plan as they made the short trip to the underground crypt. 
   " A small change in plan is in order, since Buffy knows this man, he 
mustn't see her.   He already recognized Willow, but he will see you only as 
a vamp... don't call yourself Willow.. then when we have to let him go.. 
Well, you obviously aren't a vamp so I hope the confusion will leave you in 
the clear."

" O.K, and Buffy and Xander are going to sit in the front of the van, and if 
anyone come by .. say, soldiers looking for their comrade.. you guys are 
gonna lip lock and make it look like your  making out."  Willow reviewed.  " 
Don't worry Buffy, he's not that bad a kisser," she whispered.

Spike rolled his eyes, and Xander puffed out his chest.

" Er, yes.. and Spike and I will watch from the back of the van and if you 
run into any problems just signal," Giles said, " and we'll be there to help.

" Don't worry Giles, I expect to get this pretty boy to crack in no time."  
Willow boasted stretching her hands above her head.

  Spike, Giles and Xander all swallowed hard as they watched the muscles of 
her abdomen ripple and her creamy breast practically spill out from her 
leather bra.

~~~~~~

" Before you chain him, I want him stripped," Willow ordered.

" Huh?" Xander asked almost afraid to know what Willow had in mind.

" Spike tell him, the more vulnerable Riley feels the more power I can exert 
over him, the faster I can crack him like a big ol nut."  Willow smiled 
evilly.

" Just how exactly are you planning on cracking GI Joe's nuts, Red?"  Spike 
asked concerned.

Xander had begun to strip Riley of his shirt.

" Watch and lean Pussycat," Willow said leaning down to unbuckle Riley's 
pants.
Spike was watching all right, watching her white ass cheeks peak out from the 
too.. too  short, hot pants.   Like that wasn't bad enough, the pants were so 
tight as she bent down Spike saw Willow's nether lips perfectly outlined by 
the black leather.  He felt himself harden.  He tried to get hold of himself, 
when all he wanted to do was grab a hold of her tight white ass cheeks and 
sink his throbbing cock into her..

" Well, lookie here, Riley wear briefs, I told you Buffy, Willow said 
grinning smugly at the video camera as she stood up with his trousers.

< I can't believe she had the nerve to attack us when it seems she and the 
slayer have been wondering what kind of underwear soldier boy wears.  I 
wonder what Red would think if she knew I went truly commando. >

 " Hurry up and chain him, I haven't got all night, he should wake up any 
minute, besides the glamour spell and uninhibition spell last about three 
hours total." She huffed.

"Gotta say Wills, I'm not liking the uninhibited you."  Xander replied.

 Willow glared at Xander and flipped him the bird.

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