Title: The Spike Experience
Author: Blue Zen
Email: i.love.spike@bloodyhell.co.uk
Distribution: Any archives that want it, take it! I’d love an e-mail with your site address though…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Willow casts a spell, Spike has to suffer
Notes: Thanks to everyone who’s responded to this fic. Like every fanfic writer, I live off feedback so drop me a line.

Two:


“Giles, don’t you see? It would be a great way of finding out how a vampire’s mind works.”

“Willow, no. First of all, it’s not viable - vampires cannot have their thoughts read - and secondly… there is no secondly now - that’s how much the thought upsets me.” He offered her a seat and then started pacing.

She watched him stride up and down the room, the monotony of the movement making her feel queasy. “I wouldn’t be reading his mind.”

He stopped suddenly, in front of her. “It would be close. Willow, look at what happened when Buffy could hear everyone’s thoughts. It may seem a great gift at first...” He took off his glasses as cleaned them with the edge of his sweater - a nervous trait Willow had come to recognise.

“This is one person’s mind, Giles.”

“Yes, an evil, sadistic mind.”

She sighed inwardly, “If it becomes too much, I can cancel the spell.” She gestured to the table, where a pile of battered, leather bound volumes lay. “It’s all in the books.”

“That may be so, but those spells are hundreds of years old and far in advance of… of…” he had walked into a sensitive area. “What I mean is, I can’t fix it if it goes wrong and I’m not sure if you will be able to, either.”

Willow gathered her coat and dropped the spell books back into her satchel. “Okay.”

“So you’ll think about this more?” Giles asked as she stood up and moved across the lounge.

She nodded silently, adjusting the strap on her shoulder, as she tugged the huge door open. “Oh, and Giles,” she called, , “Buffy’ll be over at seven, okay?”

She heard a muffled “Right” come from inside the apartment before the heavy, wood door closed. Willow glanced at her watch. Ten to five - that gave her just over two hours to prepare for the spell.

She wandered along the street, the sense of anticipation she felt before every spell building. The world seemed more alive, more magical when she was on the verge of casting, as if a veil had been lifted from her mind, allowing absolute clarity of thought. Unfortunately, with that clarity came a familiar niggling doubt. Willow had no idea what she would find inside the mind of a hundred and thirty year old vampire but, somewhere along the line, the doubt became curiosity which, in turn, added fuel to the anticipation and the cycle started all over again.




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