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Spike raced to Sunnydale, knowing in his heart that there would be nothing left of his willow. The host had not been overly confident of it ending well. And so he sped, down the freeway and through the streets and alleys until he got to the Magic Shop. He leapt from his vehicle and ran to the door hoping against all hope that it wouldn't be too late, but then the smell assaulted him, the blood, the fear, the magic, and despair sank into him, he moved slowly through the carnage, blood was everywhere, the bodies of his friends, former enemies yes but they had become friends, tangled together in some perverse manner, and one moved, ever so slightly a moan emanated from one of the bodies, too weak to lift themselves up, but Spike had heard.
He rushed to the person, realising it was the watcher, a wreak of what
he had been and so very tired. "Willow" came the strained voice, "He fell,
and took us with him, but Willow ran, to save us I think.. to get him to
chase, and I think he's going to kill her, she's bound him to her, he'll
have no peace until she's his" Spike nodded and went to move away, not
wanting to hear the death rattle of one of his finest opponents. They deserved
something so much better than this, but he didn't have time to fix it.
He had to save Willow. He could feel her inside him, her heart thundering
through his. So he ran, again hope springing that he could rescue her,
and hold her to him.
read the sequal 'The Hunt'