rating: PG 13, angst, heartache, violence
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note: set in AU season 6. Willow and Tara never got back together after Glory, and instead Willow hooked up with Spike. Tara left Sunnydale. Willow resurrected Buffy. Buffy then proceeded to use Spike while he was dating Willow, without Willow's knowledge.
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~Part: 5~
Xander had left the Magic Box, leaving Anya screming at Buffy. He couldn't stand the idea of being near the Slayer for another moment. It was like she was making his skin crawl, or maybe that was just the knowledge of what she'd done. But he couldn't stay with Buffy, no matter how disgusting he thought her actions were, or how badly he thought she deserved being screamed at.
But wait, there had been someone else involved in that terrible betrayal. Spike. The guy that Willow had fallen in love with, the person that had come to mean an appalling amount to his best friend. They guy who had ripped her heart out. And since Spike was still chipped, then he could go scream at the vampire to his hearts content.
He made his way to the apartment where Willow and Spike had decided to make a future. Considering the bright sunlight, he was fairly certain that Spike would be here. The door wasn't even locked, so he just pushed it open and walked inside.
Shadows filled the room, the thick curtains blocking the sunlight almost entirely. Darker shapes hinted at furniture. Scolwing, Xander felt along the wall until he found the switch, and with a single click, light flooded the room.
Spike was sort of collapsed in a chair, his clothing disheveled, his hair sticking up in many directions instead of its usual slick dome. He looked really pale, even for a vampire, and there were dark circles on his eyes, and half blurred red lines over his cheeks. He looked like a wreck. Good.
Xander walked over, his hand slowly closing into a fist. Standing in front of the vampire, he waited a moment for some sort of acknowledgement of his presence, but there was nothing. He practically growled as his fist flew forwards, connecting to Spike's jaw with a finger-numbing crack.
Spike reacted to that growling and glaring at Xander with yellow eyes.
"Save it for someone who cared, bleach boy. I want to know why you were such an incredibly ass-hole. Willow thought she could trust you, thought that maybe she'd actually found someone that would understand just how damn bad it hurt to be cheated on. Instead, she got you. She got someone cruel enough to fuck her best friend and think that she wouldn't know. Willow isn't stupid, Spike. She just trusts to easy." Xander's voice was low and hard, not loud enough to carry beyond the apartment but almost a growl of rage.
"I." Spike tried to say something.
Xander hit him again, wondering if there was something wrong with the jolt of dark pleasure the action gave him. "Save it. I don't think there's anything in the world that can justify what you did. You broke her trust. You had someone who loved you, someone who looked at you and saw a pretty special guy, and you threw it all away just to find out if Buffy's really a natural blond."
Xander started to pace, his hand not quite numb, sort of throbbing. "I thought you might have been a decent enough guy, yesterday. Considering how you'd made Willow happy, how she'd convinced us all to give you a chance. But you aren't. You are a monster, and not because of those yellow eyes and teeth. Only a monster or a moron would do something that stupid. Morons don't speak a dozen languages, so you can't take the idiot excuse."
"You've broken Willow's heart. You could have had a good life.. unlife, whatever you call it. But you ruined it. You ruined everything." Xander shook his head, wishing that this would somehow be more satisfying. But as much as it had felt good to hit Spike, it wouldn't fix anything. "You broke Willow's heart and her trust. I hope Anya curses you so that your parts shrivel up and fall off, once she finishes her rant at Buffy."
Standing in the doorway, he glared once more at the vampire. "You ruined everything, you undead bastard. I really hope that you can live with that, because if not... hey, you got some nice windows right over there. Personally, I'm sort of hoping you get something a lot more lingering and drawn out. More painful."
He slammed the door behind him. Willow hadn't been there. Where could his friend be? She must feel horrible. If only he could find her. Maybe he could help her a little, even if only to listen.