A Witch In Need: Chpt. 3
by Acila
Willow ushered Angel into her house. She really didn’t want to deal with him at the moment, in fact at all in any way, but she saw no way around it. She stepped out of the way and made a elaborate gester with her hand for him to step in, her face clearly showing she was not happy to see him.

“Uh…Willow, I’m going to need more then that.” Angel said sheepishly, as he placed a hand up to the invisible barrier. Willow gave a heafty sigh and rolled her eyes.

“Come in Angel.” she replied disdainfully, and his hand fell past the barrier, allowing him to step into her home.

“What do you want to talk about?” Willow asked sarcastically “oh, let me guess, about that phone call earlier last night. Right?” She plopped down on her couch, bringing her legs up under her and folding her arms across her chest, not even offering the vampire before her something to drink. Not that he needed it anyway.

“Actually, if you didn’t mind,” He sat himself on the lounge chair opposite of the couch the red head was currently sitting on. She cut him off before he could finish.

“Actually, Angel, I do mind but something tells me your going to talk about it anyway,” She made another hand gesture as if to motion around the house “so please continue.” Her flippant attidute was starting to grate on his nerves. It was no secret that he had been alive for nearly two hundred and fifty years, and had a immesureable amount of patience for people. This, however, was not one of those occasions.

“I wanted you to give Spike a soul, like me, not because I want to be with him again,” Angel paused taking in her ‘yeah right’ attidute, feeling the urge to defend himself he continued “I don’t, we don’t even remotely get along, besides he hates my guts and would send me to hell in a hand basket, again, if he could. I just think it’s best for everyone involved if he had a soul.” He stated, sounding as if he were trying to convince himself as well as Willow.

“uh-huh” Was her only response.

“Willow this is serious, and you need to think about it logically, peoples lives are at stake!” He tried to convince her, his voice raising a bit.

“Don’t get all vamp attitude with me mister, I didn’t want to talk about this to begin with, much less with you. Besides sounds to me like you spent an aweful lot of time coming up with that little unconvincing speech” She pointed out, grabbing a book on the side coffee table, opening it up to a book marked page she began to recite a paragraph.

“ Vampire blood bonds are the strongest force in the demonic world, mates in particular cannot even go so much as a day without seeing each other before insanity occurs. Blond bonds go deeper then anything human man has been able to concive so far, but it has been determined that a few blood oaths and rituals are what establishes them; the most common that have been cataloged so far are the sire childe bond,” She stressed and continued reading A vampire mate bond, and blood oaths for promises, that entail the promiser unable to break the oath or risk death. It is true that Sire and Childe can go decades without needing each other, but eventually the need becomes to strong and both involved will go through great lengths to attain each other again.” she finished in a aggravated tone, raising her eyes but not her face to Angel. He just had one eyebrow cocked up.

“We’ll it’s not exactly a lie,” Angel started, but again the red head cut him off.

“I don’t know what yours and Spikes problem is, if you need to get laid by each other then by all means I wont hold it against you,” She slammed the cover of the tomb she had stole from Giles closed “Meanwhile, don’t drag me into it!” With that she raised herself from her position on the couch, opened her door and non-verbally kicked Angel out.

“Willow, this has nothing to do with me wanting Spike back,” And again she cut him off.

“I’m sure, maybe you should ask him why he wants your soul gone again then yeah,” Angels eyes widened “didn’t know about that did ya, you know you two are aggravating me, I am not here to perform spells on everyones beck and whim, settle things yourself from now on unless it’s a legitimate demon-going-to-kill-us-all problem. Now out.”

“Willow,” She gave him a stern look and pulled the door open wider.

“O-u-t!”

With that Angel stepped out of her house and made his way back to his car, when he did turn around over his shoulder he was met with a glimps of a angry looking red head, and the door slamming in his face.

“Well, that went well.” He grumbled mostly to himself as he unlocked his car door.

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Across town in a cript a certain peridox blond was pacing talking to clem.

“I don’t get it, I mean it’s just a pesky soul anyway,” Spike was agitated about all the events that had transpired between him and the red headed witch.

“Might have something to do with Angelus trying to kill them all.” Clem suggested.

“And her fish.” Spike grumbled off-handedly.

“Excuse me?” Clem asked confused.

“Angelus killed her fish, strung them up and placed them in a envelope, left them on her bed for her to find…” Spike kept pacing, a contemplating look on his face mixed with frustration.

“Yeah, That might be it to.” the floppy eared monster agreed.

“So the question is, how do I convince Red to do it then?” Spike asked to no one in particular.

“Why don’t you try to get along with Angel, things would be simpler for you my friend.” Clem suggested, pulling some more chicken out of his KFC bucket and popping one into his mouth. He silently handed one to Spike, and the vampire just waved it away, causing Clem to just shrug his sholders and poped it into his mouth instead.

“I. Don’t. like.,” Spike said slowly, then punched a stone piller in aggrivation “Angel!”

“Didn’t you not like Angelus either?” Clem asked thorugh a mouth full of chicken. Spike thought about it for a few seconds, going to his fridge and pulling out a packet of blood.

“I prefer a end-the-world complex to a pansy-I’m-a-hero complex.” Spike justified, taking a large gulp of his warmed up blood.

“Both sound rather un-appeasing if you ask me.”

“Wasn’t asking you.” Spike shot back. “Sides’ Angelus was my bloody sire, not that hair gelled pouf we have walking around.”

“I don’t think this girl is going to help you, I just don’t see her doing it Spike, not after what you told me.” Spikes eyes got wide, and then a smile grew on his face.

“Don’t think I’m ganna have to make her.” Spike threw on his black duster and headed out the door of his crypt in a rush.

“Bye to you to.” Clem said to the empty room, grabbing the remote and turning the t.v. on “I wonder if Spike knows he’s missing passions?”
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Willow stepped out of her shower, wrapping her fuzzy purple towl around her wet body. She had a exhausted look on her face as she looked at herself in the mirror.

“Willow. The Witch In Need.” She sighed heavily, picking up the blow dryer, examining it slowly, then deciding against it.

She made her way into her room, pulled the covers on her bed back and slipped under them. Wet, hair towel and all. Glancing at her alarm clock she noticed it read 2:13am in bright red numbers. She sighed heavily again.

Between Spike, Angel, Buffy and Giles; she was going to be driven to insanity. Just as she was about to slip into blissful sleep there was a urgent rapping sound against her door window.

“Fuck.” she murmerd, and burried her head deeper into the pillow, pulling her covers up even higher. Even going as far to throw another pillow over her head.

“Red, Luv, I know your in there, and I know your awake,” Spike pounded his fist on her balcony doors a few more times and continued “Just bloody open the door already, I can hear your heartbeat and breathing ya’ know. I know your not asleep Red.”

“Spike.” Willow started half-asleep “Go. Away.”

“I will as soon as you open this door! Now come on pet.”

Throwing her covers off, she looked at her clock again, 2:46am. “Some how I highly doubt that.” She mumbled low enough to where Spikes vampire hearing wouldn’t catch it. As soon as she was clothed in a oversized t-shirt and snoopy boxers she opend the door to find Spike inches away from the threshold, smoking a cigarette.

“What do you want Spike?” Willow asked slowly.

“Angels, been here.” Willow Just raised her eye brows at him, and gave him a look that clearly said
‘so what’ “I need to know where he went, and while I’m at it luv, what you two birds talked about.”

“Spike, I wouldn’t tell you either. So what on earth makes you think that I will?”

“I won’t go away until you do.” Spike gave her his cocky ‘I win’ smirk. Willow just shut the door in his face. “Hey, that wasn’t nice luv!” He yelled through the closed doors. “And I’m going to stay out here and bug you until you tell me, or commit suicide, so ya know!” He added as a after thought.

“oh Willlllooooowwww-” He singsong-ed about a few seconds later “Oh Willllooooowwwww, Red, open up for Spike!” Then he heard her heartbeat leave the room, and wondered what she was up to, cocking his head to the side he pulled out another cigarette.

A few seconds later he heard her front door open and close. He jumped down from her balcony and casually strolled to the front. There holding a set of car keys and heading over to a car parked on the curb was Willow, dressed in dark blue jeans, and a red cashmier sweater hair still slightly wet but pulled into a short back pony.

“Red! Where do you think you are going?” She didn’t even bother looking at him when she replied.

“To hunt Angel down, then brutally murder him.” As she opened her car door to get in, Spike closed his as he was sitting in the passenger seat. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Um…I belive it’s called being annoying, oh and coming with you.”

“Very funny. Now get out.” déjà vu hit her as she realized she had said the same words earlier to Angel.

“Make me.” Spike challenged looking at her with narrowed eyes. Not having the will power to fight with him she just shut her door and turned on the engion, a very smug looking Spike sitting next to her. As he reached his hand out to mess with her radio it was magicked away.

“Tuch my sterio,” she warned in slow quiet tones “and I will stake you without remourse.”

“Someones touchy, what’s got your knickers in a twist?” Spike asked innocently. She gave him a very dirty glance, before turning her eyes back to the road. “Just asking luv.” She just rolled her eyes.
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“Angel?” Buffy asked, rubbing her eyes “Not that I’m not glad to see you, but what are you doing here? At this hour? At my house? In Sunnydale?” She asked curiously, opening the door for him to step in.

Making his way to the Summers living room, a sleepy Buffy in nothing but a fuzzy pink robe and bare feet followed him, stretching her arms above her head and yawning.

“Spike.” He replied in his usual monotone, vagueness that Buffy was all to used to.

“Come again?” She asked, eye brows up.

“Spike, he’s why I’m here. In Sunnydale.” He clarified.

“O.K. may I ask why?” Buffy said, more awake this time “What did the bleach blond pest do this time?”

“Actually, nothing.” Buffy just raised her eyebrows again in disbelieve.

“OK, so you came all the way from L.A. to tell me Spike isn’t being a problem, and that’s why your hear?” She said a bit more sarcastically “Nice to see you to.” She added a bit more bitter.

“Buffy, There’s something else as well,”

“Now see this is what you should tell me in the first place, not one sentence at a time Angel. It helps when you say everything at once.” She said as if talking to a five year old. She couldn’t help it, she was tired. He ignored her.

“Its about Willow…”

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Meanwhile, Outside the Summers residence, a few little red demons were taking all the information eagerly.



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