~Part one~

It was 11:00 pm Willow woke up to find that she was in the middle of the street and miraculously survived being a Vamps breakfast, Willow had just barely survive one of her excruciating headaches. she had been getting recently, usually accompanied with frequent nose bleeds. The mind numbing blows to her head seem to grow whenever she was around people especially Tara, it was probably from Tara’s strong magical signature.

Willow rested her hand on head, she had been having there lapses in conciseness every since the last time she helped Buffy in saving the day.
Buffy was dead no one could believe it, she had gotten to know Buffy quite well in the last days of her life, she had gotten in to her mind to snap her back into  reality, she had known intimate things that Buffy tried to suppress. Willow also entered Spike mind, she had spoken to him, unknown to Spike she felt a strange mixture of jumbled emotions and memory’s that she was still trying to digest

Willow began to notice side effects, such as the passing out and the intense headaches and flashes of unknown emotions. She didn’t tell anyone
about them not even Tara, even thought, she may have sensed something.

Willow painstakingly traveled back to Dawn’s place. She and Tara had been looking after her ever since Buffy’s died. Willow reprogrammed the Buffybot, the robot that Spike had commissioned to be created, to continue as Buffy, she would go to Collage and continue slaying. Willow had cast a spell to revive Buffy, but it would take sometime, for her to return she hope for the sake of others that it would work.

*** *** ***

Willow approached the porch only to find Spike smoking a cigarette on the porch. For a moment her headache was forgotten.
 
"Spike what are you doing here?

"Wills don't look to good, working hard I hope"
 
"Is Dawn OK" Willow brushed off what Spike had said
 
"What? The little bits just fine and dandy haven't been over doing it have you Witch? Don't want you mucking up more spells"
 
Every since she had announced that she was trying to revive Buffy he seemed a bit protective or concerned, or it could be her imagination, what
annoyed her was every ones constant woos and cautions and the lack of confidence in her ability, everyday that passed, ever spell she cast, she grew stronger, she felt the power increase. Tara always signalled her to calm down, never directly.

"Well I'm off then"
 
"Bye Spike"
 
Off he went into the darkness.
 
*** *** ***

Spike with nothing else to do that night roamed the streets of Sunnydale, how things change so quickly. Loving Buffy was something he tried to
reject but Spike slave to his passions gave in to the forces controlling him. The worst thing was that these torturous feelings still haunted him even after her death, maybe this was his punishment for all his years of killing and destruction and misery, while his segregate Sire had his sole he had the chip. He had thought of greeting the sun soon the burial but once again the witch stopped him, how many times was he going to do that, every mile stone he came across she was there, when she failed to get Drusilla back, when he first discovered he couldn't bite her or any one else for that matter, when he was at the watches door, when he tried to stake himself the first time, she even gave him a cookie at thanksgiving. He lit his cigarette and put it to his lips and inhaled.

*** *** ***

Spike found himself at a bench and sat on the backrest, pondering his unlife. he came to a very quite secluded spot, only the sound of the trees swaying and the flickers of malfunctioning streetlamp were prominent. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not notice that a young woman had sat on the bench below him. She was dressed in a black long hooded coat.  She was human. The vampire could hear her blood flowing through her body, hear he blood pumping It wasn't that long ago that he could of drain her dray before her next breath. Spike inhaled her scent, it seemed familiar.
 
"Out a bit late aren't you luv?" Spike slide now next to her. "Lot of nasty things out and about"
 
The woman turned her head towards him, then tuned back to were she was facing with her face hidden in the grim hood.
 
"Fine! Be like that" he turned away "Only trying to make conversation" he got up and walked off.
 
"Americans!"
 
*** *** ***
 
There he was on the bench "good I'm not too late" she slipped by next to him, he didn't seem to notice.
 
"Out a bit late aren't you luv?" he said as he slip down from the back of the seat.  She was wearing the long black hooded coat that fell to her ankles, she wore it today because it would serve its purpose well, disguised by the dark fabric covering her face, she could go undetected.

"Lot of nasty things out and about" continuing his one sided dialogue She turned to him and smirked, then turned away sending the 'I don't want to talk to you vibe'. "Fine! Be like that" he turned away "Only trying to make conversation" he then stood up and walked back to whatever direction he came from.  He then muttered something she couldn't make out
 
This was going to be a lot easier than she thought...
 
*** *** ***
 
Sitting at the bench, moments passed. From the darkness the roaring of motorcycles came toward the very isolated spot. The two-wheeled
vehicles zoomed over the foliage and shrubs towards her, there were three all together."Human" she ascended from her seat too have the cycles
stopping millimetres away from her.
 
Each motorcyclist all dressed in the stereotypical leather gear, eyed the female in front of him.
 
"You wouldn't have happened to see a beached blond Englishman here by any chance?" said the biker in the middle. She walked enticingly passed him, then circled the biker to his right returning to where she started.
 
"Thin, all dressed in black?" she replied
 
"So you've seen him"
 
"No" she answered, "Not unless you were just describing your friend next to you, all except the English part. That I'm not sure off" she sniggered.
 
"Ha Ha! Look fellas, we got a kidder. Not got any of it recently"
 
"O but I have"
 
"Well how about some real power between you legs"
 
Her eyes twinkled; she seductively walked by him, stopping until she was just behind him, "Don't mind if I do!" with the back of her fist stuck the back of his neck, bones cracked as he slid off, disabled she kicked the man to her right off his bike then jumping over the previously occupied bike in the middle, as she reached the other side in lightning speed elbowed the last man hard as steel into his chest shattering many bones beneath it. She mounted the vacant vehicle and rode off with her hood falling away leaving her red streaming hair flowing behind her.
 

~Part two~

Fire burned there way down the incense stick, This is the part of the spell that Willow didn’t tell anyone about, Sitting on top of the grass covered hill over looking a small part of Sunnydale, she raised the tarnished goblet up towards the full moon bowed her head then placed the over glorified cup back on to the ground, she picked up the dagger and then slit open her left wrist, pored what she could into the goblet. Chanting the incantation she raised the goblet to the moon once again, as the blood dripped down her arm as the moonbeams washed over her. Lightning stuck.
Darkness.

***

Willow woke up in a daze; once again the tiny drum kit was rocking out in full blast in her head. “Come on Wills” this seem to be happening a lot recently. Her arm of her shirt was covered her own blood, she needed to get to safety quickly before her turned into Vamp food.

She made her way to Giles’s house. Giles had left for Britain and had given her the keys to his apartment, she often went there to regroup or when she wanted to be alone for spells or for her own sanity. The others couldn’t bear going there it had its own set of memories and events that effected them like the library in High school.

Finally she reached her destination, she entered and made her way to the bathroom, to take a long hot shower, she always left extra clothes there if she ever got into this kind off situation. Getting out of the shower feeling brand new and refreshed. She made her way upstairs to get dressed. She looked around, the empty halls the bookshelves without the book, the dust had settled quite quickly, the kitchen, the small pieces of furniture like the coffee table, the couch Spike the …Spike!

“Sure took your time Red”

“What are you doing here?” Willow had a strange feeling of déjà vu.

“O just had to come back, old memories of the bathtub and all. How do I know? You told me to come here”

“What! I did no such thing”

“Don’t be shy love what have you got to tell me ”

“What! I didn’t tell you to come, you you must be mistaken”

“Well I didn’t’ just come here for no… that smell” Spike inhaled the unmistakable aroma “What have you been doing?” the smell of her blood was irresistible, the sweetness with a sprinkle of innocent, maturity magic and darkness…

“Um” looking down “ just a spell”

“Must be pretty powerful stuff”

“Well…”

“Well if there no point to being here I’m off, don’t really want to be here longer that I have too.” He said as he was leaving.

“Spike wait!”

He stopped and turned around, and sighed “what now?”

“What are you going to do now? Where are you going?”

“Heck I don’t know, roam round, grab a bite to eat without the actual biting bit”

“What’s up with you Red? What mojo were you doing tonight that you had to go cut yourself and waste that” he inhaled “perfectly good blood” Spike move towards he and took the recently severed wrist move it towards his mouth and licked it. “mmm” he groaned “no infection”. His eyes entranced by the wound. Willow started trembling, the pulsations working thought her body to her arm. “Woe Red didn’t know you’d be this
responsive” he said with the innuendo blatantly obvious. He looked up for the first time to see Willow’s whole body convulsing, her whole body jerking shaking uncontrollably. Spike didn’t know what to do. He held her arms, unsuccessfully tiring to stop her from shaking. “Shit! Red what’s going on?” As his hands connected he felt energy pass through him. Spike jerked back as if he had been electric shocked. Willow clutched her head and her chest in pain; Spike stunned and bemused stood back not knowing what to do. “Make it stop!” she screamed, “Make it stop!” she said
gasping for a breath. He held her in his arms. “Make it …” her muscles went rigid, her eyes wide open looking at something only she could see, she went limp in his arms.

***

Willow was stunned; she didn’t know what to say. Her eyes close automatically, savouring the touch of him on her arm all of a sudden she felt like she was stuck by lighting, it flashed from beneath her eyelids, her whole body, started trembling, she tried her best to stop it, but that only seemed to make it worse, she started convulsing, her whole body was jerking, shaking more uncontrollably. She thought she heard Spike say something; her whole body was burning she couldn’t see any thing or feel anything only the pain the heat the electricity. She yelled for it to stop, she gave in resisting; once again darkness consumed her consciousness.

***

He stood there for moment with Willow in his arms trying to process what happened. He shook himself out of his blank thoughts. And picked her up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom, it’s a good thing that the Watcher didn’t take all his furniture with him or placed in storage. He placed her down on the Watcher’s bed. There he laid her down in full length.

“Come on Witch! What have you been fooling around with now?” Willow sat up immediately as stiff as a board; her eyes wide open. If she’d opened them anymore her eyes would of popped out of her head, Spike, again that night was wide eyed and shocked, there she was sat up, her whole body rigid, Spike made his way nearer to her, but as fast as she shot up her lay back down again as if nothing happened. “What the bloody hell is bloody going on here?” he turned around paced in the small space available. There was movement,

“O dear” she said in what he thought was a quite posh English accent. He turned looked at her with a bemused expression on his face.

“Cecily... she mumbled. Spike leaped to her side if his heart were still beating it would have leaped too.

“What did you say?” he asked her still asleep, she couldn’t have said what he thought she’d said,

“Cecily...”

“…”

“Lu-mi-nous...” she said after that “They're vulgarians. They're not like you and I.”

“…”

“I love you, Cecily.”

“…”

“I know I'm a bad poet. But I'm a good man. All I ask is that you try to see me...” Willow began sobbing. She awoke.

*** *** ***

Willow grudgingly tried to wake herself up from her uncomfortable sleep, she felt tired, as if she’d been dreaming. Her head surprisingly wasn’t thumping. She opened her eyes to find Spike practically on top of his eyes wide open looking down on her with an expression she couldn’t place, was it shock, concern, confusion?

“Spike! What are you doing?” he moved of her as she sat up.

“Huh?”

“What happened? What am I doing here?”

“What you don’t remember?”

“No, yeah! I think I passed out again.”

“Again! What do you mean again?”

“No, it’s no be deal, it’s been going on for sometime now, right after Glory, I think witchcraft has its taken its toll on me. Been getting headaches and nosebleeds, no biggy, though I have been passing out a lot recently. Spike! You can’t tell no one especially Tara, they’d freak, if they knew they’d go all protective over me and tell me to ‘slow down’ and not cast as much and then they would probably start smothering me and...

“No one knows?” Spike for some reason exhaled a breath of relief. Hey I thought vampires didn’t need to breath all because they’re all death ‘n’ all, hey beside the point. She subconsciously kicked herself for babbling on.

“How often does this happen? What do you remember?” He asked urgently but seeming genuinely concerned.  “I don’t know, mostly after I’ve been working on a spell, I probably just get tired out, overused by batteries for the day. I just wake up in the middle of the street or wherever”

“…”

“So you don’t remember anything?”

“No. But I do think I’ve been dreaming or something but after a while it’s totally gone.”

“What! What? Do you remember?

“I told you. nothing! What! What did I do? Did I do anything freaky? Kill people or something, I didn’t kill people did I? Cause that would be bad very bad”

“N…”

“I didn’t sleep with you did I? Cause if I did I didn’t mean it! Knot that I don’t like you or anything it just I’m in a steady loving relationship. I didn’t
sleep with you did I ”

“No”

“Good” breathing out a sigh of relief “What’d I do?”

“…”

“Spike!”

“Are you sure you don’t remember anything?”

“I told you I don’t. What did I do? I can take it”

“ No it’s just…”

“Just What!”

“No it’s just that you … um you started shaking and going it um … like sort of an epileptic shock going all… everywhere are you sure you don’t remember?” Willow Looked annoyed “don’t answer that”

She looked over to the clock “3.00am, ugh it late Tara’s probably freaked. I gotta go”

“You’re not going anywhere, you’re staying right here. got it!”

Willow was puzzle

“… I’m not letting you go prancing round in you condition, passing out god know who’d pass by…You could faint a any moment, its lucky you’ve lasted this long”

“Fine walk me home”

“No! Um you need to rest you said that the spells drained you. So should stay here even if it’s only until morning. I’ll be here I’ll even call you
girlfriend”

He does seem genuinely, if a bit too concerned for my liking.

“OK” she gave in, “I am pooped anyway”, he seemed relieved. his shoulders that she didn’t know were tense relaxed a bit. “There may be no cover on the bed but I’ll be fine” he made his way to the door. Have some sleep OK

“Spike?”

“Yes Pet”

“…”

“Thank you, I don’t know why you’re doing this but it’s nice to know you care” he shrugged his shoulders and left her to sleep.
 

~Part three~

For the hundredth time he paced the living room, “this can’t be happening” he had never told anyone about his human past not in detail anyway. He reached in his concealed pocket in his duster, to find that he had just finished his all his cigarettes in the last few minutes. “O bother! What a time to run dry. I need a drink where is the Watcher when you need him?” he grumbled. He always had a drink handy.

He had to calm down, not very likely when you whole credibility or what was left of it hangs in the balance. It was lucky that she didn’t remember, but what if this happened again for the entire world to see and tracked it down to him, they’d have field day especially chubs. Who was he kidding? No one ever got this close to him, and it unnerved him. It exposed his most venerable part of him his weakness he learned to hate. It was part of him. Angelus once said that we are everything we once was and ever will be. I wanted to prove him wrong and he rejected everything he once
was. Got himself a new image, new attitude, new accent. But how? Think fool think!

“Bingo!” the time when she started going all Obi-Wan Kenobi on me speaking to me the force.

“Bloody Witch with her bloody spells she had to get into my bloody head, if it wasn’t enough for the chip and the slayer cluttering it up.” He muttered.

He automatically reached for his cigarettes only too remember he ran out. “Bloody Hellmouth!” he cursed.

Why now? No! This has probably be going on since before, bloody chit didn’t tell anyone of her bloody friends that she’d been passing out God knows where, well that’s a point for his team. What was scary was how close to the mark, she was. His last significant moment of his life on instant replay, courtesy of Willow the Wicca Witch. Inc. She was so accurate. Like it happened yesterday.

Spike turned to hear Willow halfway down the stairs.

“Thought you’d be asleep” Spike said as she made it to the bottom

“Yeah, tried to get comfy and tried snuggle up but as soon as I close my eyes, I couldn’t fall asleep”

“Probably tried to hard”

“Probably” she nodded with her lips pressed together

“…”

“Tara’s probably alone with Dawn at her house, did you call them?”

“Forgot don’t have a phone here”

“I should go”

“No!”

“No? Come on Spike. Suns up soon. wait for me and you’d have a whole lot of trouble getting back to wherever you’re staying nowadays. I can take care of myself!”

“Yeah! Doing a great job of it right now aren’t you Red”

“Well I’m still here aren’t I”

“Yeah well you’ve been lucky, next time you’ll be lying on the ground with a bunch of minions looking for an easy meal.”

“What do you care?”

“I don’t”

“Well then, it would be perfectly fine for me to leave then”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” she turned on heals and left.

“Bloody Witch” the door banging behind her.

The door slowly opened, with Willow coming back in, Spike looking expectantly.

“Sorry, forgot my top” she grabbed it from the couch and left.

*** *** ***

“Goodnight Dawn see you tomorrow” Willow said leaving her in her bedroom to meet Tara downstairs. “Me and Tara will leave as soon as Buffybot comes back from on patrol.”

Willow made her way to the living room where Tara was seated. She settled next to her, getting on some assignments she had.

“How are you baby?”

“Fine the assignment I got is terrific, but I don’t think I’m that good”

“No I’m mean how are you?”

“Okay I guess”

“Honey I was so worried you last night. I’m glad that it was only your wrist that got hurt when you go attack by those vampires.”

Willow shifted the position uncomfortably

“Yeah, really lucky, but you shouldn’t worry, I could just zap them off”

“Yeah, but you know but you’ve been working hard recently I don’t want you to wear yourself out or over exhaust yourself”

“Tara honey you know I can handle myself. I’ve lived my whole life on the hellmouth and survived without the use of magic.”

“I know baby, it’s just I worry. It’s good you agreed to stop doing spells for now.”

“Are you having problems with this, cause I’m stumped” Willow changing the subject abruptly looking down at her notebook.

“Ah yeah” she asked questioningly

“Because I always like reading them, but when I do them it never comes out right.”

“Come on your not that bad at it, you’re the smart one, you can to it, even if it was bad it would probably be better that average.

“Well it’s going to bug me all night”

“Well, I can keep you occupied thorough the night if you want” she said smiling

“You know it’s getting late maybe you should go on ahead of me to the dorm, I’ll stay with Dawn till Buffybot comes back from patrol”

“OK I guess” Tara said quite taken aback by Willow’s reaction or non-reaction “Are you sure you can get back OK?”

“I’ll be fine Tara. We’ve already gone through this”

“OK if you’re sure I can stay you know”

“I think it’s for the best. You shouldn’t hang have around here if you don’t have to. I’ve know Dawn and Buffy longer so you should go” Willow said, while Tara hastily gathered her things and as Willow practically forced her to leave.

“Willow Are you OK?”

“I’m fine. See you in the morning”

“Bye”

The door slammed. Willow breathed a sigh of relief. Willow couldn’t even look her in the eye let alone make love to her after she had basically lied her socks off. And promised not to go too hard on the spells. But if they were necessary, then minor physical sacrifices as in pain, and unexpected
bleeding were the price to pay so be it. She was getting better at it as she grew more powerful. She had too carried on so that if there was anything she needed to face she could do it, and wouldn’t have to depend on the others to do the job. No one knew the extra part to the ritual to bring back the buried slayer back but she would go through with it if it helped the others in the long run. As long as Spike stayed away and didn’t tell any one she fainted because of a spell that night when she basically signed her death warrant, when she stupidly out of a moment of insanity told him, she’d be fine, beside she could reprogram the Buffybot to keep him away or occupied or whatever.

As if on cue there was a knock on the door. It was about time Buffybot came back. Willow opened the door expectantly.

“Are you going to let me in luv?” Spike stood there smirking as the door slammed back shut back in his face.

“Oh boy”
 

~Part four~

Spike stood outside the door as the other witch unexpectedly left without Willow. This was probably the only time he will get to see Willow alone. He had to make sure if she had fainted today and anything else he didn’t know what he was looking for but he hoped he knew it when he saw it. Well then better make the most of it. He could hear her heartbeat in a bit of a flutter from outside quite loudly she was still standing by the door. He quickly knocked on the door before he lost his nerve. The door opened almost instantly. “Are you going to let me in luv?” he said acting cocky and as normal as possible. And before he could even comprehend the door slammed back in his face. “Well that went quicker than I thought”

Moments later the door reopened with a dreading looking Willow apprehensively opening the door.

“Well that wasn’t the welcome I was expecting pet.”

“Oh hey Spike, Dawns asleep and the Buffybots not here so you can go now nothing to keep you here, no sirree, nothing at all. no reason for you to come in”

“Aren’t we just itching for me to go away?” He said as he entered the house.

“Hey how do you get in, you were uninvited”

“Well I was until you just re-invited me”

“I didn’t”

“You told me there was no reason for me to COME IN pet, getting sloppy aren’t we”

“Hey that doesn’t count”

“Hey I don’t make the rules, but what if I was some other vamp, you wouldn’t want to get all necky with him now would you.”

“God what is it with everyone? Is it some sort of thing going round I can take car of myself!”

“Hey don’t go all witchy on me”

“Why are you here again Spike? You didn’t say,” she said tiredly she could feel a headache coming on. Maybe this what Giles felt like “I told you Dawns asleep and Buffybots not back yet”

“Haven’t really come to see them pet just passing by but I could see why you’d think I’d come to see the robot chick, she’s a lot better company and conversation that the real one”

Willow tilted he head to the side and gave him a bazodeed look.

“Hey I may of loved her didn’t mean I liked her.”

“Well that makes sense! You should leave then,” Willow said showing less tact that Ania

“What if I don’t want to leave?”

“Fine I’ll just carry on with what I have to do” she sat herself back on the couch and started to reread what she had done so far”

“I had dream last night” Spike said “Weird cause you I think you were in it. Can’t remember what happened though” he waited for a response from his fake statement

“Oh, that’s weird”

“Weird how” Spike responded eagerly

“I can’t seem to remember my dreams either,” she said jotting something down on the page in front of her.

“Oh” Spike said relieved and disappointed that she couldn’t elaborate more

“Normally there as clear as day. Or night in you case. Like yesterday night. Um which I know you won’t mention cause I’ll deny it”

“Now why would I do that? Something you aren’t telling your Uncle Spike”

“Well cause as you keep reminding everyone your evil!”

“Red, after all we’ve been through” he said in mock horror

“Spike I’m serious. Don’t tell anyone”

“I won’t in the name of the queen and all her bloody children, by the way any sudden urges to go to England”

“Huh?”

“Feeling dizzy working to hard”

“Spike!”

“OK, jeez can’t I be concerned”

“Concerned, I’m concerned you’re concerned”

“As I’ve said we’ve been through a lot. I may be evil but I’m not heartless”

“Ah that sweet I guess”

“Hey don’t go saying I’m sweet I’ve never been sweet I’ve always been bad.”

“Ok! Ok! I believe you”

“There was this one time I saw this man and he had all these…”

“Spike”

“Fine! Only trying to make conversation bloody Americans” Spike said with a strange feeling of déjà vu

“What’s another word for gleaming?”

“What did you say?” he said not believing what he heard

“I said what’s another word for repudiation? It means to disapprove of something strongly or renounce any connection with it.”

“I know what it means! I’m English we invented English I speak English as for what the American speak I haven’t got the foggiest”

“I know I annoying but could you help, it’s an OK word I guess as normal words go and a word that I don’t use much, but the thing is it doesn’t rhyme with anything. ”

“Willow” he said using her real name “why’d ya want ta know?”

“I’m writing a poem.” She said casually

“Since when did you become a little poet”

“Since yesterday”

He contemplated her answer “What’s put this on?”

“Got an assignment, I could have chosen something else, don’t why I was never any good at poetry, always liked reading it thought”

The sound of the door unlocking

“Hi” the Buffybot said as she entered “another good night of slaying.”

“I should go” Willow hastily gathered she stuff and went leaped for the door. “Look after Dawn OK” she left leaving them behind

*************

“Hey hang on Red” she sure does move fast. “ What’s the rush?”

“Spike” she said dully “you’re here- again”

“Well I what I can I say was going to travel in your direction, help you with your poetry, walk you home besides you didn’t have to leave me with the tin can”

“You’re the one that got her”

He conceded, “By the way saw the other witch leave before I came, she left in hurry as well. What went on there?”

“Nothing just told her to go home, there was no reason why she had to wait around at all hours of the night”

Spike accepted her answer thought not believing it. “OK I believe you”

“And you should there nothing wrong me and Tara are just fine. We’re solid”

“Did I say anything?”

She continually walked towards hers and Tara’s Dorm. Spike seemed deep in thought

“Rejection!” Spike said out of the blue

“What!“ her heart leaped in her throat

“Rejection you know to turn something down. Denied, Disapproved; Refuse, Discard, Lost cause. You know other words for repudiation for your poem.”

“Mmm thanks, maybe next time I’ll use a thesaurus,” she said dreamily

“Got a thing for it pet”

“No it’s just that a person could go on for ages trying to find the perfect words, it’s can have so much emotion behind every word, to one person it could be an inspiration or tearful or loving or erotic or touch a deep part of their soul and to others mean nothing no matter how good or bad it is. As I said before I’ve always loved words and the lines of poetry, there was this one time when Buffy like this guy who always read poetry”

“Didn’t know she liked guys who were into poetry” he said internally scolded himself into not at least trying harder in that area.

“That’s the thing she didn’t really like it at all, she’d never really read any until she tried to get into his good books so that maybe he’d like her”

“Oh” he said hiding his disappointment “how did it turn out?”

“She left him because he was too into danger and the rush of danger or something, she never admitted it but said that even though he was good looking he was boring I didn’t think so.”

“That he was good looking?”

“No! That he was boring. Not that I didn’t think he wasn’t good looking or anything its just he was all big and brooding kindda like Angel, I mean that’s not my type. I liked him he was always quite and introverts people always talked about him. He didn’t fit in. Kindda like me but I never really cared about what the others thought were important like who was seeing who or what they were wearing or what happened last week. Or who was cool and whom you couldn’t talk to. Ugh!” she physically shook “I hated high school”

“Hey probably wasn’t that bad”

“Willow didn’t seem to pay attention “you know what I really hated was that they thought they were better all of us, all high and mighty because of their money with all their fancy cars and their fancy clothes and that they happened to be pretty to be a cheerleader and to have the sports team and every other male, to droll over you.” She seethed

“Sounds more like the Victorian age to me pet then school and believe me I was there. When did you get to learn?”

“That’s the thing most of them didn’t. I don’t know how most of them graduated.

Hey Look! We’re here. I’m safe now you can be sure of it.”

“Ah but your never safe in this hellhole, not even in your own dorm room if you remember”

“I won’t be making that mistake again anyway thanks for the walk and the words I’ll try to use them”

“Goodnight Red, you should let me read it when you’re finished” he said walking backwards in the direction that they were going

“You wouldn’t like it. Goodnight Spike.” Spike turned back the right way round and waved.

“Be seeing you Witch”
 

~Part five~

Every night was the same. Soon after sunset she would stay in her room with Tara after whatever they had done all day, go to the bronze, come back and at one o clock and as soon as the other witch was sleep, she'd leave for the Watchers old place to perform her forbidden spells that would seem to passers-by as merely a colourful indoor fireworks display.

Spike followed closely behind her from location to location, she was focus only at the task at hand whatever it may to be to be aware of her own
surroundings, her moved almost like she was on automatic pilot until it came until she performed her magic. After chanting and boiling in her  proverbial cauldron she'd make her way back. She would stager often looking over her shoulder probably more because of her own paranoia than even realizing that HE was following her back to her dorm thought not as quickly, from once she came. And every night she'd walk unsteadily walking in small zigzag patterns clutching her chest and her head and fall. Fall unceremoniously to the ground then get up dust herself off then carry
on as if nothing happened. Spike would run to her side for that brief moment she was down then flea the moment she stirred, to wait for something that didn't happen. Nothing happened only brief undistinguishable mumbles only familiar to him. Every night was the same, he'd follower her. Every night nothing happened. Nothing happened until now.

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Spike had Willow slumped over his right shoulder like a baby as he repeatedly thumped on the shop door urgently. The door opened solemnly to reveal a plum black woman with a tropically coloured turban. "It's about time!" he exclaimed. " He made his way through pushing her aside and placed Willow on the old wooded table awaiting her. "Ok she does here now, tell me what's wrong with her? Then fix her don't want
her walking down memory lane unexpectedly with anyone else now would I?"

"The grains of violence are transient while the fruits of patients are imperishable" she gestured him to move away from the torpid young woman before him, he took a few steps back, while she made it to the other side of the table. She closed her eyes and tried to diagnose Willow's condition. Her hand hovered the length of her body only inches away from touching her. "It is hard to tell she has an unusual life force, it is chaotic nothing is in its place, she probably doesn't remember any of your memories because doesn't know she has them so she doesn't access them."

"So why are they all coming up then?"

"They are trying to surface and is manifesting themselves. There are many aspects of ones soul and personality, her emotions, her own memories, her magic, her power and essence, there are many things standing in its way, only when these aspects are subdued or exhausted can they make themselves known."

"Fine then just, get rid of  `em then I'll be on my way" he said getting impatient; she could wake up at any second then where would he be.

The Witch doctor straighten with her head held up in authority walked to a cabinet on the other side of the room and from it selected a large black glass bottle and pored the thick syrupy dark purple liquid into a smaller bottle until it was filled, she then placed a cork that fit perfectly the mouth of the container.

The sorceress glided back toward him with the tiny bottle in between her fingers. "This." she presented "is a rare and Powerful concoction this must be used because you are unsure of what happened and you have not been given permission to tamper with her life force, this will override and grant access to her being. Place a bit on her forehead, a bit on each eye a bit between her breasts then smear some round her lips, Say the ordering chant then all that is not in its place, all that is foreign will be forced out to its rightful place." Spike reached out to take it she retracts her arm "this must be done precisely in that order and only when the moon is new." She placed it in his palm; he wrapped his fingers round the vessel contemplating his task.

"Right. Head, eyes, heart, lips, chant, under new moon got it."

"A word of caution. Be sure you want this. There is no reversal spell once it is done there is no turning back after the chant everything will be in its place. Whatever is meant to be will be"

"Anything else" he said wearily

"Yes. Will you be paying in cash, cheque or credit card?"

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