Spike sat at the barstool, and snubbed his cigarette into the already full ashtray. Looking around the dark club, he took a large gulp of his beer. He looked towards the dance floor, and saw a beautiful creature dancing. She looked towards him, suddenly and tilted her head. This girl was smiling right at him.

Hello, I'm Anne." Said the woman. Spike looked her up and down, she had dark red hair, most of which was covering her face. She had something familiar about her, but he couldn't place it.

"Name's Spike." He said, lighting another cigarette. She smiled at him, and tilted her head to the side then.

"Wanna dance?" She asked. Spike just looked at this woman. She was incredibly beautiful, even though he couldn't see her face. He smirked at her, and stood up. He followed her out onto the dance floor, and the two immediately started dancing to the sensual beat of the song.

They moved perfectly in time with each other. Anne turned to him, and her face seemed so familiar yet different at the same time.

"Wanna get outta here?" She asked. He nodded, and she glanced toward the bartender. It looked like he pressed something, and she led him up some stairs.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she saw a green light by a door. She opened the door, and Spike followed her out the door.

They had stepped into, what looked like a garden. Beautiful flowers were everywhere, and in the middle of this garden, was a mattress, some blankets, pillows, and a book.

"I come up here when I want to think." She shrugged, "So what if i like to think a lot." She walked towards the bed, and sat down on it.

"Nope, I just think, then go down the stairs, then i just go home." She shrugged. Even though they were five flights above the people dancing, and the blaring music, they could still hear the melodies. Spike placed his hands on her waist, lifted her up and rocked back and forth in time to the beat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and did the same.

Spike knelt his head down, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She kissed him back, though with more intensity. Spike replied to the kiss, soon the two had made their way to the bed. He sat her down on the bed, and stopped kissing her.

"You sure?" he asked. *I can't believe I just asked that.*

"Positive." She said.

Spike peeled off her small red tank top, and soon, her black leather skirt followed. The two garments lay in a heap, by a rose bush. Spike did the same with his clothes, and he knelt on top of her, on the bed. He kissed her slowly, and passionately. She kissed him back with equal passion. The two tangled together on the bed, and Spike looked at her. He looked into her green eyes and couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her. He pushed her red locks aside and started to kiss her neck.

His cool lips roamed her hot body, causing Anne to moan his name, his hands caressed her body, and he noticed her breath sped up ever so slightly. His talented mouth moved it's way across her stomach. He stopped suddenly, causing Anne to whimper. He moved himself up to her mouth again. He melted into her slowly, causing the red head to moan.

Her back arched up against him, and he put his hand behind her back, holding her flush body against his. His mouth roamed across her breasts, up to her neck, and he found her lips again. His mouth swallowed her soft whimper, as he tortured her slowly with pleasure.

He moved faster, her skin was so hot, that Spike could barely take it, with one final thrust, she screamed out in pleasure, and he moaned her name. They laid together for a little bit, until she fell asleep. Spike got up, and quickly got dressed. With one final look at the red head, he crept out to the edge of the building where a set of stairs were. He walked down the steps, wondering what was familiar about Anne, but he couldn't place it.

Anne looked up, as he walked down the steps. Moving the hair out of her face the girl whispered some words and her glamour fell away. A tear streaked down Willow's cheek. She loved Spike so much, but she couldn't bring herself to go after him. Wiping the tear from her cheek, she looked over at the red roses, and watched a petal fall off and drift to the cement floor.

As Spike reached the bottom step, he looked up towards the sky, and looked at the moon. It was a full moon tonight, and it shone as bright and beautiful as ever. He turned around, and walked back to his apartment. On this night he wished for only one thing. That Anne could have been his Willow.

Willow looked up towards the sky, up at the full moon. It was so beautiful, and it marveled the world with it's bright rays. She looked down at the petal that had fallen. She wished Spike wanted Anne to be Willow. With one last look at the moon, she laid down on the mattress, tears streaking down her face. She fell asleep, wondering what Spike would think, if he knew "Anne" was her. Willow Rosenberg.

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