It can't be

Author: Knightie

Disclaimer:  The IRS took it all.  I own nothing!

Distro: If you have my other fic you can have this ... just let me know. Eve I tried to email you but it bounced back... you can put it on your site
<it will EVENTUALLY be on mine but who knows when that will happen>

Pairing: W/S

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers:  uhm none really .... pretty much AU... probably after the finale but you don't need to know anything about it. And I  don't reveal a thing.

Summary:  I can't without giving it away... but it's sorta a sequel to Beyond Cruel you don't have to have read the other one to read this one.

A/N - Thanks to Kat for the beta, any mistakes are  STILL mine! Hope you guys like it I suck at short stories so ... take it easy on me...

A/N 2- This is based on a song again... it's at the end of the fic...'cause it might give it all away otherwise. <If you want a sequel... then give me
suggestions for the song to inspire it... k?>

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Spike smiled as he pulled the key card for the hotel room from his pocket. Willow should be back by now. She'd wanted to have a little time to herself with lots of music and noise. So he'd decided to go out and find a demon or two to have a nice spot of violence.

As soon as he opened the door, he knew something was wrong. The first thing he noticed was that Willow was nowhere to be seen, or heard. He saw the table sitting near the window and his unbeating heart nearly leapt from his chest. The glass lay in glittering veils across the floor.

As he neared the table he saw and smelled something that caused his demon to surge forth. Bloodstains on the carpet.  "WILLOW!" He bellowed, a hint of desperation in his voice. Mentally he was telling himself he was being foolish. She wasn't here. He couldn't hear or smell her. She had been
though. Not long ago.

He ran to the alcove that held the bed and stared at the small pool of blood that was beside the bed. He could almost picture what had happened. Willow was sitting at the table, waiting for him to return. She was probably drinking tea; he glanced back at the table and saw an overturned cup. Yeap, drinking tea. Suddenly the French doors from the balcony, the ones that she insisted their room have, shattered and her attacker lunged for her.

She probably eluded him, but cut herself on the glass that had surrounded her. She ran for the bed, everywhere she'd ever stayed she kept holy water and a stake in the table by the bed. He shuddered as he imagined the attacker beating her there. He probably hit her first, then ... no ! Willow WAS NOT dead. He wouldn't allow it!

If he'd had any doubts about how he felt about the redheaded witch, they were now gone. His demon was railing against the idea that it would never see her again, and the soul... it kept calling out, asking if she was okay. The two halves of him agreed, whoever hurt her, took her, would pay with their life.

He moved to the window and stared out the ruined doors, something tingling at his spine. He was pretty sure he knew where to find Willow, and that she was still alive. At least she'd better be.

Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Farm
As he came into the window
Was a sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She was sitting at the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down
It was her doom

Annie, are you OK
Are you OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
You OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie

Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal

So they came into the outway
It was Sunday
What a black day
I could feel your salutation
Sounding heartbeats
Intimidations

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie

Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal

Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie

The End

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