'Bloody hell, whats wrong with me? I mean, the
Slayer? Thats a new level of
perversion. Even for me.'
Spike belittled himself as he headed back to his
crypt from watching the
Slayer, yet again. As he was passing the park,
he saw a flash of red. He
raised an eyebrow and followed. He hid behind
a bush, and watched Willow and
the moron, Xander. What were they doing out here
at this time of night?
"Dont touch that!!" he heard the witch cry.
"Im sorry! Its just so....pretty. And glittery."
Xander replied. Spike
watched as Willow grabbed a glittery red bowl
away from Xander.
"You have to be more careful, its very fragile!"
Willow inspected it for
cracks. Xander rolled his eyes and took ahold
of Willow's elbow.
"C'mon, its not much furthur." Spike followed at
a safe distance as they
continued on their journey. Suddenly, the stopped.
Xander looked around, and
then nodded at Willow, and they both sat, sitting
toward each other. Willow
put the bowl between them. "Are you sure this
is gunna work?"
"When in doubt..."
"Flop it out?" Xander cut in.
"Uh, no, i was looking for something a little less...male."
"Oh...hey!" Xander gave her a hurt look, then smiled.
Willow opened the paper bag next to her and started
to pull out herbs.
"Here." Willow said, handing Xander a bag, "Start
mixing these in the bowl."
"OK." Xander began, "By the way...why red? why glitter?"
Willow looked up at him like her grew a second
head. "Red symbolizes love,
and the glitter symbolizes bright, hence, long
lasting love."
"Ooh. I knew that."
"Yeah, sure."
"Hey! Im a genius! Just a misunderstood genius!"
"Whats misunderstood?" Willow raised an eyebrow.
"No one thinks im a genius..." Xander grinned as
Willow laughed. "But
really...are you sure you want to do this?"
Spike tried to get closer without giving himself
away. He accidently stepped
on a twig and broke it. Willow signaled Xander
to be quiet for a minute, and
looked around. After a minute, Willow shook her
head.
"Yes, of course i want to do this, Xander. You
dont understand...i love him
so much."
"I understand, Willow. I see the way you look at
him. But i mean...are you
sure you want to do this?? I mean...really. Think
about it. Think about who
it is!"
Willow looked at Xander with such love and devotion,
that he had his answer.
He just looked away and continued to mix the herbs.
Spike watched with
amusement. So the witch was trying a love spell.
Interesting.
"Whoa! Whats that for??" Xander panicked when he
saw Willow pull out a
switchblade.
"Oh...didnt i mention that?" Willow tried to avoid his gaze.
"What?? Mention what?"
"The spell calls for the blood of the one who desires the heart of another."
"That would be..you. Your going to cut yourself?? I dont like this."
"I know..but i have to." Xander flinched as Willow
put the blade to her arm.
Spike's eyes glued to Willow as she dragged the
blade across her skin,
leaving a trail of red. She cried out softly and
bit her lip. Spike licked
his lips and bit back a groan. He wanted that
blood so badly, he could
practically taste it. Willow let a few drops fall
into the mixture, then
took a scarf out from her bag and wrapped it around
the wound.
Xander frowned and helped her tie it tight, to
stop the bleeding. "Are you
ok?"
"Yeah, its not so bad." Willow smiled slightly.
"Ok..now what?" Xander asked.
Willow started to stand. When Xander saw that,
he stood quickly, then helped
her up. Willow looked at him with wonder, then
smiled. Xander leaned down
and carefully picked up the bowl.
"Now," willow said, "the rest is up to me. Thanks
for your help Xander." she
stood on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on the
cheek.
Xander smiled. "No problem..he's lucky. He better realize it."
Spike watched as the two headed back out of the
park. Hmmm. Odd. He shrugged
and went to his crypt. That night, he had a dream...
He was fighting Buffy. He had her on the ground,
and she wiggled beneath
him, trying to break free. He leaned down and
kissed her passionatly. When
he came back up, and looked at her, it wasnt her
anymore. It was Willow. She
smiled. 'I love you, Willow.'
He woke up with a start. "What in the bloody hell???"
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Spike threw his cigarette butt onto the ground
and stomped it out with his
boot. He watched. He watched as she sighed and
looked out the window. He
watched as she looked at the phone. He watched
as she flipped through a
leather clad book. He watched as her eyebrows
wrinkled in confusion. He
watched as she shrugged. He lit another cigarette.
He would watch. Until the
time was right. He would watch. His Willow.