Chapter 13
Walking quickly, Willow left. Susan had read in Giles’ diaries about her killing Warren. Even though she understood Susan’s anger, it still hurt. That was the one thing she had not wanted anyone to know about…besides everything else in her life. Now, however, Susan knew. She knew where she had come from, what she had done before coming to Kitty Hawk. It was no surprise that she had been kicked out. That did not stop it from hurting, though.
“Red,” Spike said, coming up quickly beside her. He startled her and she jumped, nearly dropping the books in her arms. Regaining her composure, she began walking again.
“What do you want Spike,” Willow asked, trying not to be mad at him. It was not his fault, but she had nothing else to lash out at.
“She doesn’t understand,” Spike said, walking beside her. He had followed her, motioning to Illyria to get the car and follow. While that might not have been the best of ideas, Spike did not want to leave Willow as she was to walk back to the banks. It would take hours and she was in no condition to be alone.
“How could she Spike? I bet the closest thing she’s had to a crisis is a damn paper cut! Nevermind vampires and demons and Hellmouths trying to suck you in. Of course she doesn’t understand!”
“Didn’t mean it like that, pet,” Spike said softly. He knew what she was doing, turning her pain to anger. He had done that countless times himself. Therefore, he took it. He took her anger. It was all he could do.
“I know,” Willow said softly.
They walked together, side by side down the deserted and dark road. Spike heard the car behind them and walked Willow to the side of the road and waited as Illyria pulled up beside them.
“Want a ride home?” Spike asked. Willow nodded and they climbed in, Illyria moving so that Spike could take the wheel.
Spike kept an eye on her the entire way back to Igneous. Willow did not say anything, just looked out the window quietly fondling the edges of the books in her arms. The silence dragged on, punctuated only by the turn signal whenever it was used. It was deafening. Spike couldn’t help but think just dropping Willow off would be a bad idea, but he couldn’t enter her home without her permission, and without an invitation, he would have no choice but to leave her be.
Finally, Spike pulled up to the shop and cut the engine, jarring Willow out of her thoughts. Before she could open the door, Spike was there and helping her out of the back seat.
“Home sweet home,” Spike said. Standing there, they looked at each other, each seeing something they’d not seen before. A compassionate person, a caring person. Spike had known Willow was caring and such, but never directly towards him.
“Thank you, Spike,” Willow said, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. She watched as Spike’s eyes drifted shut and backed away, quickly letting herself into the shop.
Opening his eyes, Spike watched the door close and listened as Willow made her way through the darkened shop to her apartment. The warmth of her kiss faded quickly in the brisk air of the night and he silently mourned the loss. Turning, Spike got back in the car and started it up.
“Our mission has been completed,” Illyria stated, watching the vampire with curiosity. She knew that he wanted to follow the witch into the shop, but he did not pressed it.
“Yeah,” Spike said, an edge of disappointment in his voice.
“It is time to…go to the bloody four corners?” Illyria asked, quoting Spike.
“’Spose so.”
“Why do you not go to her?”
“What?”
“Why do you not go to her?” Illyria repeated. “It is illogical that you let her actions dictate yours. It did not seem that she was adverse to your presence.”
“She’s got a life ‘ere,” Spike said.
“A life which has been compromised.”
“Can’t just go in an’ make myself at home.”
“So take her elsewhere where you may do such a thing.”
“An’ who’s to say she would?”
“Who is to say she would not?”
Sighing, Spike lit up a cigarette and glared at Illyria. However, he had to admit that, once again, she had a point…no matter how much he hated that fact. He could have sworn that he had seen a cocky expression on her face as he got out of the car and walked up to the door to Willow’s little shop.
Before he could even knock, the door opened and Willow stood bathed in light from the street, the store dark behind her.
“Hi,” Willow said.
“’Ello,” Spike responded. “Mind if I?” He motioned past her and she moved.
“Come in, Spike.”
~END~
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