Danse Macabre 3/?

PART #: Part 3/?
AUTHOR (Real name and SG name): Charlotte/cHarley - Platinum Spike
DISTRIBUTION: At my site www.harley-quinn.co.uk. If you want it just ask.
DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to the despotic emperor Joss and his court Mutant Enemy, WarnerBros, evil Fox, etc). I own none of the characters but the thin thread of plot is mine and I cling to this like a life line. It's Mine! I tell you.
RATING: erm...PG 16
PG SUMMARY: W/A. Twisted devotion - Vintage Angelus.
NOTES: As I have occasionally done in the past...I have ignored the parts of the show I don't like. This is somewhere between Angel returning, before Tara but while the gang are at college and Spike has his chip and Faith has returned but she's a good guy...
DEDICATED: to cHeWtOy as always.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE???

I choose to start this story now...

~~Day plus 3...

"I just telephoned Willow's house and her mother answered. They recieved all of your messages but they've had nothing from Willow. There isn't a note or anything. I believe your fears were justified Buffy."

She nodded grimly. "Not that I wanted to be proven right."

"So what do we do now G?" Faith asked.

Giles sighed. "We could continue our searching while patrolling, and I could try a location spell. But I fear it will only tell us if she is in the city or not."

"Which is better than nothing G-man. At least then we know where to search," Xander said.

He took a deep breath. "Right. You had better go and patrol. I'll start the spell."

"Do you need any help?" Anya asked.

"No. I have the map and the other bits and bobs I need, thank you Anya. Off you go. I'll send a message to your beeper thing if I find anything, Buffy."

"We'll find her Watcher."

"Why do you care Spike?"

"Because Red actually treats me like a being rather than ignoring me mate. She's almost like a friend y'know."

Giles' face soften a bit. "Go. Help the others find her, or at least find out where she isn't."

Spike dug the cigarette packet out of his pocket and nodded at the watcher.

*

Willow wriggled her hands and balled her fingers into fists as best she could with the manacles holding them up so high she almost couldn't put her feet on the ground. The blood was flowing again, but not without the painful pins and needles and her mouth was so dry. Trying to swallow made her gag and brought Angel to her side.

"Do you need water?"

She nodded and he removed the gag, lifting the glass that sat on a small table just out of kicking range, to her lips. "Why?" she croaked.

"Why did I bring you here?"

"Why," her voice cracked and she began again. "Why are you being so nice?"

"I don't want to hurt you Willow. I've chained you here to the wall so you won't leave."

Willow's thoughts tumbled rapidly around each other in her head. She didn't want him to leave her alone again but she didn't want him to stay either. She quickly decided asking for the manacles to be removed would be too much so she settled for something smaller and more attainable. "If I promise not to scream will you leave the gag off?"

Angel considered her request. No one came near the old place now. It was supposed to be haunted or cursed. No one came out of there alive. The eyes that stared back at him were panicked and fearful. This wasn't what he wanted. She had to be with him willing and firey. He put the bunched up fabric on the small table beside the glass.

2BC...