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Spike walked down the streets of Sunnydale, looking for a sufficient meal for him and Dru. Why he had gone to Willow's house, he didn't know. He felt he had to. He was drawn to her in a way he couldn't begin to explain. But for now, he had to take care of Drusilla.
Tricking an older gentleman into thinking he needed help with his car, he fed a little and then dragged the unconscious body back to the mansion.
He dumped the man in a chair in the bedroom, and lifted Drusilla out of the bed.
"Here, my pet, is dinner." She smiled, and then sniffed. "Something wrong, kitten?"
"That smell...there's a horrid, pure smell about you..."
'Willow,' Spike thought, 'Dammit, she can smell her on me.'
"I fed off a young girl before I got this one for you, baby. That's what you smell." Dru seemed satisfied, and lunged at the neck of her meal.
Spike went back down to wait until she was finished. He watched the minions scurrying about. A couple of them seemed to flash knowing grins at him.
'I'm just being paranoid,' he thought. There was no way they could know about him and Willow. He would have known if they were near. Of course, his attentions seemed to be not on his surroundings when he was around her...'No, impossible.' He shook the thought away.
He would go to Willow's tomorrow night, and that would be the end of it. He would take Dru and leave. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was any more problems, which was all a relationship of this sort was bound to bring him. He didn't know if he could do it though. At the moment, all he coudl think about was the feel of her lips against his, they way she fit into his embrace so perfectly...it almost made him sick.
Dru called from upstairs, interrupting his reverie. "Spike?"
"Coming, ducks," he called back. He shoved all thoughts of Willow to the back of his mind, and went up to tend to his lady's needs.
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As Willow and Xander were hurrying to the Bronze, they saw two figures running at them. Xander shoved Willow behind him and took out his stake. As he waited for the potential demons to step into the light, he thought he heard a familiar clicking-clacking noise.
"Buffy?" he called. The figures stopped, then slowly came closer.
"Xander!" He saw that indeed it was the Slayer. He lowered the stake.
"You're back!"
"Xander, where's-"
"Willow." Oz breathed a sigh of relief as the redhead stepped out from behind Xander. She melted at the sight of him, and fell into his arms. Oz just held her, kissing her forehead while she sobbed.
"Oz, I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." she kept saying.
"Shh...it's ok now. Everything's all right." Oz rested his head on hers, and talked to her softly.
Buffy and Xander hugged and stood off to the side.
"Xander, what's been going on here?
"Where did you go?"
"We'll have plenty of time to talk about that later. It's late, so I think for now we should get everybody home. You can fill me in on the way." Xander nodded. Buffy gestured to Oz, and he led Willow back to the waiting zebra van.
They dropped off Buffy and Willow at Willow's house, and Oz and Xander went back to Xander's. Xander called Giles with the good news that not only was Willow safe, but Buffy had returned. The Watcher was overjoyed, and agreed that they should meet tomorrow.
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