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When Buffy and Willow reached the Bronze, Xander and Cordelia were already out on the dance floor. Xander was bopping along in his own, strange, Xanderish way, and Cordelia was looking disgusted with him, as usual. But even she couldn't help but laugh at his goofy antics.
When he noticed them enter, Oz smiled and winked at Willow from the stage. She grinned back. She and Buffy went over and sat at their regular table. After a few minutes, Willow excused herself to go to the restroom.
She walked right past the bathrooms and into the alleyway behind the Bronze. She followed it around the building until she could see the street in front.
Willow waited in the alley, out of sight, until she saw the familiar figure in a black duster come into view.
"Spike!" she hissed. He stopped and turned. She stepped away from the shadow so he could see it was her, then gestured for him to follow. She walked further back into the alley. 'This is dangerous,' she thought to herself. 'Buffy won't be able to hear me if I scream.' She shrugged off the uncertain feelings. It was too late now.
"Hello, lovie," he said.
"Hi, Spike."
"So, why did you need to talk to me tonight as well?" he asked, lighting a cigarette. She gulped, wishing she could wear a cross like Buffy did. Her father would keel over if she did. Of course, if he knew what she'd been doing the last two nights, he'd keel over.
"Well, I just think we need to, to discuss what's going on."
"Yeah, and I want to know how you knew what happened in my dream."
"Because I had the same one. It was a soul mates dream. Giles and I researched it." Spike looked thoughtful.
"Soul mate dream...heh, that's odd, love, seeing as I don't have a soul."
"I know. That's what we figured out today. I had another dream, like that one, but in this one you died, not Oz."
"I'm already dead, what of it?"
"We were cross-referencing, and found out that your old soul was my soul mate. Ya know, before, you...well, you know."
"Ah, blithering fool that I was. I'm sorry."
"No, no, don't be. At any rate, it messed up Ranka that you were still alive without your soul, and so he sent me two dreams, a false one, and one to correct it."
"So then, what's the problem? I don't worry about you, you don't worry about me, we go right on being enemies."
"Right. I just, thought you should know."
"Well, I appreciate that, pet. And now, I'd like to go find something to eat, if you don't mind." Seeing her pale, he corrected himself. "I'm going straight to the sewer to find a nice rat." She nodded briefly.
"See you around Spike." She turned and headed back into the Bronze.
"Good luck, Red," he said. He watched her disappear into the club. Then he followed her in; staying lost in the crowd until he got backstage.
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Willow rejoined Buffy, Xander, and Cordelia at their table. The band was taking a break for a while, and had gone backstage.
"You should go back there for Oz," Buffy suggested.
"Yeah, and tell Devon to drop dead, while you're at it," Cordelia said, still bitter at the lead singer for missing almost all of their dates. Willow grinned.
"I'll do that Cordelia." She weaved her way through the crowd and went backstage.
She was shocked at what she saw when she got back there. Devon and the rest of the band were backed into a corner, surrounded by three vampires. Oz was shoved up against wall, Spike's hand around his throat.
"Oz!" she screamed. Spike and Oz both turned to look at her.
"Willow get out of here!" Oz shouted.
"Spike, let him go!" she commanded. Spike looked at Oz.
"No, I don't think so. Mate, this is not your lucky day. See your girlfriend there? Well, she's mine now. And for that to happen, you have to be gone." He began to lower his fangs to Oz's neck.
"Spike, NO!" Willow shouted, and grabbed onto his arm, trying to pull him away from Oz. He flung her aside easily.
"Willow, you won't even miss him after awhile. We belong together, pet, you said it yourself. Now let me get him out of the picture," he said, annoyed at her intrusion. He turned back to Oz.
Oz looked over at Willow, terrified but brave. She got up from where she had been thrown to the ground. She wanted to cry and scream and throw herself at Spike, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. He was stronger than her in every way. Except maybe one.
"All right, Spike. Go ahead." Oz looked alarmed. Spike turned to look at her.
"Good. Glad you see things my way, love."
"But first-" Spike growled.
"First what?"
"But first..." Willow forced herself to sound brave and coy. "Kiss me. Prove you love me." Spike chuckled.
"Your feisty, Red." He grunted at one of the minions guarding the band. The vampire came over and grabbed Oz. Spike sauntered up to Willow and pulled her to him. She grinned, playfully, almost making herself sick. 'I hope this gives Buffy enough time to figure out something's wrong...' she thought. She put her arms around Spike's neck as he bent to kiss her. Their lips touched, just as the door burst open.
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Buffy walked in, stake in hand.
"So, we havin' a little orgy back here, Spike? I'm disappointed we weren't invited." Spike growled and pushed Willow at one of the minions. He grabbed Oz again.
"Slayer, even you can't keep me from your friend here. Or didn't she tell you about her dreams? We're supposed to be together. Me and Red."
"Oh no, Spike, you must have read the manual wrong. You don't have a soul. Therefore you have no soul mate."
"Wrong, cutie. I had a soul. She's mine."
"No, Spike. You lost your soul. And you're about to lose something else." She gestured behind her to Cordelia and Xander, who were dragging an unconscious Drusilla in.
"Ducks..." Spike said softly. Then he got angry. "You leave her out of this." Buffy shrugged.
"Ok, we'll leave Dru out of it if you leave Oz out of it." Spike scoffed.
"This dog is the only thing between me and Willow." Spike began to dip his head towards Oz's neck. Oz was trying to remain calm; praying Buffy would get him out of this.
"Spike, no...please!" Willow cried. She was sobbing, and fighting against the vampire holding her. Spike looked up at her. "Please...Spike, let him go. I love him. He has your soul. You don't. Let us go..." She fell silent as her sobs racked her little body.
Spike looked at Oz, and then at Drusilla, and then at Willow. He slowly let go of Oz and brushed him off a bit.
"Take care of her mate. Treat her good. She deserves it." He cast one long glance at Willow and then turned. Spike barked an order at the other vampires and brushed past Buffy, grabbing Drusilla from Xander and Cordelia on his way out.
Oz shook himself off and scooped Willow up into his arms. Buffy, Xander, and Cordelia led the rest of the band back out onto the stage, making up about sixteen stories to convince them nothing was wrong. It was a trick of the light, an illusion, and there was no danger in the happy, safe town of Sunnydale.
Otherwise known as the Hellmouth.
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