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Author's Note: This takes place after the season finale, probably a couple weeks or so.
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Willow screamed. She had been sitting in the Bronze with Buffy, Xander, and Cordy, as usual, and had gone backstage to congratulate Oz on Dingoes Ate My Baby's latest hit performance, as usual. But when she got backstage, Oz was lying on the ground with a vampire attached to his neck. Willow kicked the vampire in the chest as hard as she could, then whipped out the wooden cross Buffy made her carry at all times. The vampire reeled a little from the kick and backed off when it saw the cross.
"He's coming for you. He wants you," it snarled. Before Willow could ask who "he" was, the vampire ran away, leaving Willow with Oz's dead body.
Willow woke up in a cold sweat. Her sheets were twisted around her body. Her red hair and pale skin glistened with sweat as she tried to stop panting and slow her rapid heart beat. She lay back on her pillow with a sigh. She closed her eyes, but quickly open them when the image of Oz dead returned.
She glanced at the clock. It was 4:30 in the morning. But her nightmare had shaken her terribly and she picked up her phone. She dialed and waited. A few moments later she heard a groggy voice.
"Uh...hello?"
"Oz! Are you okay?" she hissed, not wanting her parents to hear her.
"Willow, uh, yeah, I'm fine. Why, what's wrong?" She smiled at the worried tone he immediately took.
"Nothing, I...I just had a really bad dream, and I...well, I just wanted to know if you were, ya know, minus tow holes in your neck and massive blood loss."
"Well, I'm not a doctor, and without a full examination you can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure blood flow is normal and uninterrupted in the jugular area.." Willow grinned This was why she loved Oz. He was so great.
They whispered for a few more minutes before hanging up and going back to sleep.
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Spike sat in the all-night diner just outside of Sunnydale. He stared into the mug full of coffee he didn't intend to drink, absently stirring it. He had just needed to get away from Dru for a bit. Her incessant whining about Angel was getting old quick.
He didn't know what he was doing there. He'd promised the Slayer he'd take Dru and leave town; that she'd never hear from them again. Not that that was bothering him any, it's not like promises between mortal enemies meant anything anyway.
Maybe it was that evil vibe from the Hellmouth, or maybe it was just an unwillingness to move out and start over. But whatever it was, something was keeping Spike from taking Dru and leaving Sunnyhell Farm.
A scream from the parking lot ripped him from his thoughts, and he turned to see Drusilla feeding on a middle-aged woman in a waitress uniform. Spike rolled his eyes, slapped a couple of bucks on the counter, and strolled outside. Drusilla let the dead woman fall to the ground.
"You weren't worth the effort," she said as she poked the body with her slippered foot. To Spike she said, "She was old and tough. Like the most horrid food mummy used to fix when I was small..." The brunette vampire looked off dreamily and began to mutter incoherent sentences about her mother and chickens and...lemon curd? Spike shook his head and took her hands in his.
"You are quite a piece of work, ducks," he chuckled. She grinned slyly at him.
"Spike...my little Spike..." She let go of his hand and brushed her fingers over the scar on his eyebrow. He kissed her other hand, then dropped it and walked to the car.
"Come along, pet. How would you like to go back to the old mansion?"
"Angel?!" Dru's face lit up. Spike scowled as he got in the car.
"How many times do I have to explain this? Dru, Angel's dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead, DEAD. And he's probably dead AND the Slayer's toy, and since he's on her team, that means he's not on our team, get it, ducks?" He slammed the door. Drusilla whimpered in the seat next to him. 'Bloody hell...' he thought.
"I'm sorry, baby." Spike leaned over and kissed her hard, then slammed his foot on the accelerator, and tore out of the parking lot, heading back to Sunnydale.
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