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Author's Note: This takes place after the season finale, probably a couple weeks or so
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Xander lay on his bed, flipping through a magazine he wasn't legally allowed to buy, when he heard a knock on his door. He almost fell onto the floor in his desperate attempt to stuff the magazine under a pile of clothes.
"Just a sec! Ok, come in!" he called, finally managing to make himself look casual. Willow poked her head in.
"Xander, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. A whole lot of nothing." Xander chuckled nervously.
"I mean, tonight."
"Oh. Oh! Oh, yeah, tonight. Well, Cordy wants me to take her out, but I don't know how much nail polish talk I can be subjected to before my head explodes." He shrugged.
"Great!" Willow came into the room, and Oz followed her in, duffel bag and guitar case in tow. "Can Oz bunk with you tonight? We're kind of, well, we're keeping him under surveillance."
"Well, let me check my lunar calendar..."
"Xander!" Willow hissed
"No, it's cool," Oz interjected. "It's kinda creepy to me still. Don't worry Xander, full moon was two weeks ago. Xander nodded.
"Ok, so why do you need a roomie, Oz-man?"
"I guess Giles thought it would be a good idea, 'cause Willow had a dream I died." Xander's jaw dropped.
"Since when did Willow begin dreaming prophecies? I thought that was Buffy's gig." Willow and Oz exchanged glances.
"Well," Willow began, "I talked to Giles about it, and he said it might have been prophetic. It was really scary, and very real." Xander shrugged.
"Sure...ok. Yeah. I can deal. So," he looked at Oz, "what's on the agenda then? Shall we talk about all Willow's idiosyncrasies, shall I tell you about her embarrassing childhood moments, or..." Xander noticed the guitar case. "Do we have a sing-along?"
Willow rolled her eyes. "You guys have fun, and try not to do anything to embarrassing, ok?" She looked pointedly at Xander, who returned it with a look of mock shock. She gave Oz a quick kiss. "See you tonight."
"Bye," he said. Oz and Xander watched her walk out, and stared after her until they heard the front door shut. Oz slowly turned to look at Xander.
"So..." Xander said cautiously. Oz nodded.
"So..."
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Night had begun to fall over Sunnydale. Willow had spent all day cooped up with Giles, poring over his ancient texts, searching for an answer to her dream's riddle.
"AHA!" Giles shouted triumphantly. Willow was startled. She'd never heard Giles shout before. 'Must be that 8th cup of tea...' she thought.
"I've found it Willow. It's a very ancient dream, talking about soul mates." Giles stood and brought the text over to her as he read from it. "It says here, that in the dream, the death of the current loved one is caused by an associate of the soul mate. The murderer speaks tells the dreamer that his or her soul mate is coming for them, and wants them. The soul mates will have the dream on the same night, and several times throughout their lifetimes until they find one another." He looked up and met Willow's look of horror.
"My soul mate is associating with a vampire?" she asked in barely audible whisper. Giles glanced down at the text again, then up at her face, and then returned to the book.
"Let's, ah, see if we can find and alternate theory, shall we?" he said, feigning cheerfulness. Willow's eyes were wide, and she was shaking. This was horrible. Not only did her dream put Oz in danger, but it put her entire world in danger.
"No...no no no no no...." she moaned and put her head in her hands. Giles put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"There, there...I'm sure it's not as horrible as it seems..." Willow looked up at him. "Not as horrible as it seems? Not as horrible as it seems?! How can it not be horrible?! I'm meant to be with a VAMPIRE throughout eternity! It doesn't get much worse than that!" She shoved him away and ran out, tears blinding her. She ran as fast as she could, ignoring Giles' cries for her to come back.
Willow didn't know where she was going, but it felt good to run. Soon she stopped, and realized she didn't recognize the neighborhood around her. She sniffled and wiped her eyes as she sat down on the curb in front of a huge, funky-looking mansion.
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Spike yawned and stretched. It was 7, time to get up. He noticed that Drusilla was already up and gone. He got out of bed and dressed. Then he wandered down to the garden.
Drusilla stood in front of the statue of Acathla, peering into it's still gaping mouth.
"Angel? Angel come out. It's time to go hunting, darling, you'll miss all the little children if you wait to long..." Spike sighed. She was hopeless.
"Pet, Angel's not in the statue. He's in hell. And he can stay there." He grumbled. Drusilla turned and sauntered up to him.
"Spike? Can I ask you something?"
"Of course love."
"Do you love Miss Edith?"
"She's a very nice doll, Dru."
"But do you love her? The way you love me?"
"Of course not. Now what's all this about?" Spike asked, getting impatient with her riddling talk.
"I love Angel. And you love me. And Miss Edith loves you. Angel hates Miss Edith. He thinks she's horrid." Dru began to whimper. "Why doesn't he like Miss Edith?"
"Because Angel is a bad, bad vampire. He doesn't realize that you love Miss Edith, and he doesn't care. Not like I care." He muttered.
"Angel only loves me...but you...you love Miss Edith too. You love me and Miss Edith." Dru began spinning in slow circles. Spike watched her.
"Wrong, ducks. Angel loves the Slayer, he doesn't love you." He grabbed her around the waist. "Not like I do." He kissed her and picked her up. "Now. You are going to stay in bed, and I will go find us something to eat. How's that?"
"Mmm..." Drusilla hummed. Spike set her down on the bed, and began to leave.
"Spike?" Dru called.
"Yes, love?"
"Take Miss Edith with you. See that you take good care of her too. Like you take care of me." She held out the doll to him.
"I don't think so ducks...dolls kinda cramp my style."
"Take her! I'll pout if you don't take her." Spike sighed and took the doll.
"Fine, I'll take her with me, happy?" Dru smiled.
"Hurry back."
Spike left the room and went downstairs. He tossed Miss Edith into a bush as he walked out.
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