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Spike felt good. Spike felt *very* good. Spike was drunk. Spike was *very* drunk. Drunker than usual because, you see, there was this girl. This woman. A witch, actually. A tall, red headed, extremely beautiful, extremely smart, extremely sexy witch. And no matter how much Spike tried to prove to her that he loved her, she wouldn't have anything to do with him.
"All I did was try to kill her a couple times," Spike mumbled, "why won't she forgive me?" Behind the bar, the overweight, bald, bar tender filled the peroxide-blond vampire's glass. With one gulp, the glass was emptied. And so was the vamp's wallet. Remembering that he had an unopened bottle of Taquila at home, the vampire waked out the door. And right into the bright light of the noonday sun.
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Willow sighed and collapsed onto the couch. She had had an awful day. All of her spells had ended in failure. She didn't know what to do. *Drink.* She thought. *Drink a lot.* The only problem was that she didn't have any alcohol in the house. So Willow grabbed her jacket and headed to the pub.
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Pain. Severe pain. That's all that registered to Spike. So much pain that he couldn't even do anything to stop it. He was burning. He was dying. Nearby someone yelled his name. And suddenly the pain stopped. He was on his back, under the overhanging roof of the pub. Out of the sun. And leaning over him was Her. The One. The Witch.
"Willow." His voice was strained, cracked and painful. And yet he spoke her name. Willow.
"What the hell happened to you!? Didn't you know that it's day?" She fairly screamed. Spike didn't answer. Sighing, Willow surveyed the situation. In front of her was a Vampire. A very, very, very, *very*, drunk Vampire who for the longest time would not stop confessing to her that he loved her. And right now, she was all he had. Spike's skin was almost completely raw, in some places it was cracked and peeling. He looked awful. Worse than awful, he looked. well, helpless.
"Come on, let's get you outta here," Willow sighed. She took off her coat and covered the half-conscious vampire with it.
"There's no way I can lift you, " Willow realised out load.
Spike didn't move. With another sign, Willow mumbled a spell. Miraculously, it worked and the blond vampire floated off the ground in front of her.
"Let's go."
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"DAMN!" Willow yelled, slamming the book she was reading shut. Spike's burns were so bad that only one thing could heal them. He needed a witch's blood. He needed her blood. Sighing, Willow sat back in her chair. Spike needed her. But she wasn't sure if she should help him. Or if she would.
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Spike was too weak to take care of himself. No one was around, except Willow. And so it fell upon her to take care of him. She had, luckily, come across a spell that temporarily would grant him enough strength to take care of his own bodily functions. Despite the spell, though, he still needed Willow's help. And she still had to decide whether to heal him. Sure, he was injured and helpless.and without her help, he'd stay that way forever.but he was a monster. He was worse than a monster: he was a vampire. On the other hand, though, he couldn't kill anymore. And he just looked so pathetic. Sighing, Willow decided to face the facts: she was a giving person, Spike was someone who needed help. *Besides,* she thought as she reached for a knife to cut herself with, *who can say no to that handsome face?*
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It took a week for Spike to completely heal. As a show of thanks, Spike became quit civil toward Willow. The two eventually became close. And their wedding is next Thursday. But, that's a tale for another time.
The End