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" I'm sick of liking you, I'm sick of dreaming about
the chance with you, I'm sick of you...so why can't I
just get over you? "
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Giles was holding another meeting at his house again
in the evening. This time was a small dinner party to
apologize for scaring them with the prophecy that
wasn't due in a few centuries. To Spike's surprise,
the watcher had called him up and invited him over. So
there he was, standing in front of Giles' house with
three bottles of vintage red wine.
Giles opened the door and stared at the three bottles
of wine. " I…..uh…thank you. That is nice of you.
I….er……hope no one gets intoxicated."
"Well, mate. I intend to do that." Spike stepped into
the house, making his way into the kitchen where he
came face to face with the person he had been avoiding
for the past week.
"Spike." Willow squeaked in a high pitch voice before
clearing her throat to try again. "Hi Spike. I haven't
seen you in a while. [actually it's 6 days, 13 hours
and counting.] So how have you……?" Willow trailed off
as Spike dumped the bottles in her hands and walked
out of the kitchen without a word.
Anya, who was taking the plates from the cabinet
raised an eyebrow. "You made him upset. What did you
do?"
"Um…..nothing?" Willow was puzzled at Spike's
behaviour. [Maybe he just woke up so he's in a bad
mood.]
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Spike was in a bad mood. If the nature could be used
as a scale to describe moods, Spike's mood right now
equaled a dormant volcano, just waiting for the right
time to explode; to say that he was in a bad mood, was
a gross understatement.
First, he hadn't been sleeping for the past few days.
It wasn't as though he had insomnia or something; just
those bloody dreams about Willow refused to stop and
Wolf-boy became a part of the dreams. It was always
the same. Willow would tell him that she wanted him.
Then Oz would appear and sweep her of her feet and
take her away.
Secondly, he failed miserably at convincing himself
that he did not love the redhead. In order to convince
himself, Spike decided to avoid her. It didn't work
the way it was supposed to. Spike ended up both
dreaming the nightmare and missing her. He seriously
doubted that he would get over her. In fact he
couldn't even bear being in the same room as her
without wanting to jump her delicious self. He
couldn't do a simple thing like get over a human chit.
[You are in it deep, mate. Really deep.] Spike needed
to get away before he did something deranged like hit
his head against the wall to clear it up.
"I'm going off. Have to……uh……clean my place. It's
infested with those soddin' insects." Spike picked up
his duster, glanced at Willow who was standing near
the bookshelf and left without a backward look.
Anya looked at Willow, her eyes calculating. "Come on
Willow, I'll make you a sandwich." She dragged the
upset redhead into the kitchen.
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"There's just something about her that grabs my heart
and makes me hurt that I can't have her."
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"Willy, get me a drink." Spike sat down hard on the
wooden stool.
Willy, the often-traumatized bartender, wondered about
what the vampire was going to ask. He hoped that it
was not about the new vampires in town or the sadistic
demon into torturing kids or the recent disappearance
of the blood bags from the hospital. He also prayed
that he wouldn't get locked in the freezer again.
"I don't know anything at all." Willy faked an
innocent look while Spike downed his first drink.
Spike's eyes narrowed as he drank his second one. "I'm
sure you know this, a fine bloke such as yourself. I
have a human problem. "
Willy breathed a sigh of relief. He took a guess. "So
ya have the hots for the Slayer's pants?" he gave a
choked sound as he was suddenly grabbed by the neck. "
No…..not slayer. Let…….let…..go….." he choked out.
Spike let go of him then, clutching his head in pain.
He downed another three more glasses of whisky while
Willy got his breath back. " I don't have the hots for
Slutty. She's the bloody slayer. It's her chums. The
redhead witch with the saucy green eyes."
"Uh-huh." Willy massaged his sore neck.
"She's still all lovey-dovey over wolf-boy." Spike
crushed the fragile glass in his hands, attracting the
attention of the few human patrons there.
"You sure about it?" Willy ventured the question
cautiously. The dejected vampire simply took one
bottle of whisky and downed half of it. "Have you
asked her yet?" Spike shook his head.
"I have all these frickin' dreams about her. She's so
beautiful and the bloody wolf-boy always spoils it. He
took her away from me. That little soddin' pillock. He
left her, ya know. After shagging another wolf-girl.
Damn right broke her heart. " Spike finished the
bottle of whisky and grabbed a bottle of brandy.
"Uh….Spike, since she still likes the Wolfie, then
forget her. " Willy winced as he tried unsuccessfully
to calculate the amount of money the vampire owned him
for the drinks.
"I'm trying, mate. It's so bloody difficult. I'm
acting like Peaches, ain't I?" Spike gave a short,
bitter laugh. "Whining about how I can't get my Red.
She's different from all the others, including Dru.
But I can't have her and it hurts here." He thumped
his chest where his heart was.
"Uh……maybe you could try to…..uh….go after her. Ya
know, flowers and chocolates. Be uh……friends with
her." Willy have never given advice like this before.
It was weird, seeing the tough vampire whining about
love. It made Willy think of his own lost love.
"You think it will work?"
"Listen, Spike. If you don't try, you'll never know.
Here, you can have this. Now go off. I have a business
to run." Willy gave him a bottle of brandy and pushed
him out of the stool.
"Thanks, mate." Spike called out before leaving.
Looking back at the surprised patrons in Willy's bar,
Spike scowled. " What, can't a bloke get emotional
over a foxy lady?"
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" Nothing spoils the taste of peanut butter like
unrequited love."
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"Okay, Willow, how's the sandwich?" Anya asked
worriedly, looking at Willow's untouched peanut butter
sandwich.
The redhead looked down at the sandwich and
reluctantly took a tiny bite. "It's…..um……nice."
"You remind me of Charlie Brown. When he was depressed
over his crushed crush, his sister made him a peanut
butter sandwich. He took a bite and said that nothing
spoils the taste of peanut butter like unrequited
love."
Willow's eyes widened in surprise at hearing Anya's
little speech. " I didn't know he said that."
"Well, Xander told me but that's not the point. What's
with you and the sexy blond vampire."
"Um……nothing." Willow blushed at the mere mention of
Spike. Anya gave her a look of disbelief. "
IthinkihaveathingforhimbuthestillwantsDrusilla."
Anya looked confused. Willow took a deep breath and
repeated herself slowly. " I think I like Spike but he
is not over Drusilla, his ex-…..um…….lover. "
"I see. So you want to be his lover and have sex with
him."
"Yes…..i mean…um……no……..not lover but his girlfriend.
But if I were to be his girlfriend I guess sex will be
a big part of it so I guess that does make me his
lover in a sense but I don't know it he wants me
so……." Willow stopped babbling at Anya's smug smile.
"What?"
"I knew it. You want him. Anyway, just go for it. He's
* so * your type. As least better than Oz. And he
doesn't need to breathe. Just think of the great sex
you guys will have." Anya smirked as Willow blushed
again. [I'm right as usual. Sheesh, the heat in the
room when they are together can melt anything. It's a
wonder neither of them can sense it. Now all I have to
do is to wait for the happy ending.]
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" The worst thing you can do for love is to deny
it--So when you find that someone special, don't let
anyone or anything stand in your way. "
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Willow was walking home alone. After the talk in the
kitchen with Anya, she had felt much better even
though things were still not quite looking up; Spike
did not come back after he left but she had fun just
hanging out with her friends. As they did not manage
to finish the red wine Spike had brought, Giles gave
her a bottle to bring home while he gave the other
bottle to Buffy's mom.
She clutched the bottle closer to her chest. There
seemed to be someone following her. [Okay, maybe I
should have taken up Buffy's offer to see me home.]
She took larger and faster steps. The person or thing
did the same too.
Willow stopped suddenly; the footsteps didn't stop.
She broke into a frantic run to get home as soon as
possible. She could only be safe at home. Home was
safe. She was about to reach her house when that
something grabbed her hand. Willow screamed, dropping
the bottle in the process.
"Stop the screaming, pet." Spike caught the bottle in
his other hand. "It's me. Or were you expecting
someone else."
"Sp……..Spike? I thought it was some weird demon or
something." Spike arched his eyebrow at that ironic
statement. "It was scary and…….and I
thought…..and……and…." Willow continued her nervous
chattering while Spike opened her front door for her.
Spike stood outside while she stepped into the house,
still babbling nervously. It took her five minutes to
realise that Spike was still standing outside.
"Why are you standing there for? Oh, right. You
can…..uh…..come in…I guess. As long as you behave and
not do the bite me thing but you have the chip so you
can't bite me anyway but if you wanted to you could
and I shall shut up now because I am not making any
sense." Willow took gulps of fresh air as Spike made
his way to the kitchen, placing the bottle of red wine
on the table while opening the various cabinets.
"Where are the bloody cups? Never mind, found them."
Spike picked out 2 glasses and opened the bottle of
brandy Willy had given him. He poured two generous
portions and gave one to Willow. "Drink it. You'll
feel better."
Willow examined the drink suspiciously before drinking
it in one shot. The liquid burnt a fiery path down her
throat, making her cough. She made a face as Spike
poured her another portion but still drank it.
The redhead stumbled to the couch, sitting on it and
feeling rather light-headed with all the alcohol she
had consumed the whole night. "What were you doing,
following me?" Willow mumbled under her breath.
"I wanted to ask you something." Spike gave Willow
another drink, which she finished almost immediately.
"You still like the Wolf-boy?" Spike's voice faltered
slightly.
"You mean Oz?" Willow gave a small hiccup. She smiled
lazily as she dragged Spike down to sit beside her,
draping her whole body on his. "This feels good. You
smell like the brandy. I think I'm drunk." Willow
giggled before nuzzling his exposed throat, making
Spike tremble slightly.
"You still love……Oz?" Spike persisted, trying his best
to not get distracted by her small kisses on his
throat.
"Who's Oz?" She let out a little demented giggle. " I
only know who's Spike. You're Spike. And I think
you're yummy. Like a cup of coffee. You make me all
dizzy with joy when you smile at me. Do you get dizzy
when I smile at you? I wonder if you really taste like
chocolate." Willow licked the side of his neck,
eliciting a groan from him.
"Willow……" Spike groaned again, clenching his fists.
The redhead stopped licking him and snuggled closer to
him. After a while, her heartbeat slowed down. Spike
looked down at the sleeping girl.
[Red thinks I'm yummy. Mmm……this could be something.
Lust is a good thing. A very good thing.] Spike gave a
devilish grin, an odd twinkle in his blue eyes and a
plan forming in his mind.