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End of Wrecked: - Willow's POV:

I've hurt everyone with my stupid magic. Once I was harmless little Willow, the nerd, now I've gone and injured, almost killed, all those I love. My friends, my lover... Oh, Tara. I'm so sorry. I can't face this. I can't bear looking at them, knowing what I have done. I can't stay in this house. It smells so much of Tara, I feel her here. I have to leave. I won't hurt them anymore.

It's night and I know everyone is in bed. I heard Dawn crying with Buffy, and I know they don't want me here. I just couldn't control it. It felt so good. I felt so powerful, as if I could control everything. I pack some clothing and quietly exit the house, locking the doors behind me. I think I need to do this on my own. I need to find out who Willow is, without the magic.

I make it the Bus Station in good time, and catch the next bus leaving for L.A. I hope the LA gang will be happy to see me. Cordelia and I have talked a lot on the phone, and strangely become friends. They have to welcome me! I need time away from Sunnydale. I need a break from magic.

Spike's POV:

Oh, nice. Wet. Smooth. I open my eyes, and smile. This is the best way to wake up in the morning. I look down, and see my childe' dark head bobbing up and down along my hard shaft. He is slowly sliding with his mouth, while using gentle caressing motions. He licks soothingly and flicks his tongue on the crown as he slowly pulls up.

"Ah... Angel-baby," I moan. My next sudden thought is - what does he want? Still, I don't have a chance to ask him. Angel knows I'm awake, because his sucking intensifies. His head starts to move side to side in a `no' motion as he swallows me down.

"Bloody hell!" I shout. This could be the shortest blowjob ever. Why did I train him so well? His hands now come into play, as he gently starts to massage my balls. Oh, yeah! I'm the best teacher on earth! To finish off his work, Angel starts a deep purr. That's me done for in five minutes flat.

"Angel!" I scream as my cum fills his mouth, and he licks me clean. Angel moves his way up my body, kissing as he goes. Lastly, he gently places a loving kiss on my lips. I can taste my own cum and Angel's unique flavour.

"Evening," he grins down at me, his chocolate eyes flashing.

Oh yeah, he`s up to something. "What do you want?" I inquire, suspiciously.

"Nothing," Angel retorts, looking shocked. His moves his head to the side and kisses me again. I slide my tongue inside to play with his. He tastes so good. Like always, when I kiss my childe I get hard. Bloody hell, everything about him makes me hard! I slide my arms around him and roll us over. We lie side by side, facing each other. When I do take him, I want to be able to reach his mouth.

"Want you," I murmur against his lips as I kiss him. Angel gives a knowing grin and starts to move onto his back. "No, this way."

I grab his leg and bend it under me, the other I curve around my hips. I extend my pelvis between his bent legs, and press against his entrance. I know this is a little tricky to get in position, but it's going to be worthwhile. I kiss Angel again, as I press forward. He moans against my lips as my cock head breaches his tight ring of muscle. I have to grin as I gently slide into my childe, he's still slick from last night's long bout of heated sex.

"Spike... Sire..." he sighs as I glide inside of him. Angel's large hands grip me tightly and he closes his eyes. He looks so magnificent when I fuck him. I lean over and kiss gasping lips as my cock slides in to the hilt, and my balls press firmly against his buttocks. Angel's cock and scrotum are crushed up against my stomach. He's going to like this when I move.

"Sire!" he yells as I start to plunge hearty in and out his tight depths. This position allows for deep entry, and something else that he's discovering right now. It also fully massages the prostate gland. Angel's arms squeeze me, holding me tightly to him as he starts to pant. His eyes are closed in ecstasy as I kiss him with each plunge inside his sweet, tight hole.

"Circle your hips, Angel," I murmur into his ear. Angel adds a gentle movement of encircling and I sink in deeper. My rod caressing and prodding the tender tissues inside him. I know he's going to come soon. His hard length drips as it digs into my stomach and I don't even have to touch it. Angel has learned over the last year that being the bottom, so to speak, can be more rewarding than being the top. I caress every part of him, inside and out, he's total enveloped by me, his sire. Sometimes I envy that.

"Come!" I direct him and he does. I, however, keep on going. I want this to go on as long as it possibly can. I want this sensation of taking my childe to continue forever.

Angel's spent jism is sticky on my stomach, but I have no intention of stopping. As I continue to ram deeper, Angel's cock hardens again. I wish Angel's friends could see him like this. All pliant in my arms. Opening himself deeper to my thrusts, his legs clinging to me, his arms clutching us chest to chest, his lips constantly seeking mine. They think they know Angel, they don't. They don't see him abandoning himself like this; submitting to me in the most primal way. They don't see his body glow as I make love to him. How wantonly he kisses and moves against me. How he loves my cock stabbing deeper inside. How he screams and howls when he comes. No, wait... that's the only thing his friends do know about. When I mention the sounds Angel makes during sex, Wesley goes a deep shade of red, Cordelia finds something interesting with her nails, and Gunn just laughs. Oh, I just love how predicable humans are.

"Childe," I groan, knowing I won`t be able to hold my orgasm off any longer. My gorgeous childe throws back his head, and thrusts viciously against me. I grab his hips and my rod plunders deeper. Deeper and deeper, until that magical moment when my balls almost slides into his used hole. Well, that does it for him and me too. We come in a screaming mass of ecstatic vampire flesh.

I fall back on the bed and close my eyes. Wow! That was absolutely mind-blowing but...

"Okay, what do you want?"

Angel disengages from me, then lies beside me on his back. He gives me a strange, guarded look but doesn't speak for a long time.

"I want us to go to New York."

"Why?"

"There's a Doctor there that Wesley knows..." he pauses, as if considering how to say this, "He might be able to remove your chip. You could be whole again. Then you could defend yourself and... stuff..." He's making a right mess of whatever it is he's trying to say. But I get the general gist and I don't like it.

"What? Angel, why would..."

"Angel! Spike! Are you decent?" Cordelia's voice echoes through the apartment.

Angel sighs and slips out of bed. He pulls on a robe and goes to answer the door. There is no way I'm moving yet. Nope, I intend to try out another position with Angel before I get up. Also I need to talk to him, after a little more shagging that is.

I can hear them talking in the other room. "Angel, Willow's here. She's in the lobby; she has been crying her eyes out ever since she got here."

Great, looks like there won't be another repeat performance, well, maybe a quickie in the shower.

Willow's POV:

Angel and Spike come down not long after Cordelia went up. I've been crying on her shoulder for hours now, and I guess she got a little tired of the wet patch. Angel is the first to greet me and his actions surprise me. He comes over to the couch, takes hold of my hands, and sits beside me. One large thumb brushes away my tears and he smiles. I've never seen Angel smile before. The shock is enough to stop me crying instantly. I guess his new childe status agrees with him. Or maybe Spike's been beating the brooding right out of him. I remember the rules Spike persuaded me to type up when he was in Sunnydale over a year ago. He took 30 copies, and then a couple of months later contacts me to send more. Strange creatures - vampires.

"Willow, are you all right?" He gently strokes my messy hair away from my eyes, giving me a concerned look. "Did something happen? Are you hurt?"

With his worry and gentleness, I just start crying again. Angel pulls me into his arms, and cuddles me within his tight embrace. I realise that I've never been this close to Angel. He feels... nice. He's hard and unyielding, but strangely soft and comfortable all at the same time. I've always considered him handsome, but never really took that much interest in his physique. He's muscular and robust, with perfect, powerful arms that warp around me, with large chest to cry on... Hold it - Tara, remember and the whole gay thing! Then again, I think I'm more bi-sexual. Because in Angel's arms, for the first time in so long, I feel safe and protected.

Spike strides downstairs, instantly giving a slight growl at seeing Angel wrapped around me comfortingly. I don't think he appreciates the attention and concern Angel is showing me. I can remember how he acted when Angel was injured in Sunnydale. He was like a mother hen, or maybe I should say lioness protecting her cubs. Then again, I don't think he'd like to be classed as a female anything. Oh goddess, I'm babbling again.

"Shhh... It's okay, Willow. You're safe." Angel strokes my hair as I start to cry again.

"It's me that's not safe," I bawl, "I did something terrible. I hurt Dawn; I didn't mean it... it just happened. I'd been to see Rack, and I felt..."

"Are you bloody stupid?" Spike hollers at me. He strides towards us and I bury myself into Angel`s embrace, it looked like Spike was ready to hit me. He doesn't, however, backing off when Angel gives him a dark glare. Spike grabs his cigarettes and lights one up.

"Willow, didn't you understand the danger? Rack gives you power, but it's totally uncontrolled. You could be doing anything with it. That's what he feeds on - the chaos."

"I didn't know..." I whine, "I swear... I didn't... Then Dawnie... Oh goddess, Angel. What have I done?" Angel holds me tight and rocks me, reassuringly. I feel so safe with him, so warm and secure. Which you have to admit is a really strange way to feel with a vampire. Yet, I've never considered Angel like that. To me he's always been a human soul inside a vampire body. I trust him, and I'm glad that he's finally found the happiness he could never have with Buffy. The happiness I've lost with Tara. I sniffle again, trying to hold back the fresh bout of tears.

"It's all right Willow, you didn't know, but now you have to stop using the magic." Angel stares at me straight in the eye, and I nod.

"I know I swear I'll stop. I just had to get away from them. I couldn't face them after what I did. Please, Angel, can I stay here?"

Angel looks over to Spike, I guess he needs permission. Spike glares at me, but finally, with a little reluctance, nods.

"I'll clean up the spare room for you. I promise you'll be safe here." Angel kisses my forehead and sets off up the stairs.

I am left with alone with Spike, now. I had gotten to know him a little in Sunnydale, but we've drifted apart since he moved here. I don't think he likes me anymore. He certainly didn't like Angel holding me; but then again maybe he doesn't approve of anyone touching Angel.

"You'll be okay, pet," he mumbles, "Want some coffee?"

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Part 2:

Angel's POV:

I haven't had time to talk to Spike since Willow arrived. She's in so much pain and grief you can smell it a mile away. I've never known that from her. She was always quiet, reserved and well... sweet. A pretty waif of a girl, with bright red hair and glowing green eyes. I never really got to know her as a person. She as closed off from me, not because I was a vampire, but maybe she didn't know me enough to share what she felt, or thought. I just know her as sweet Willow, and totally different to this young woman before me. I tried to be friendly with her in Sunnydale, but at the time I didn't really notice Buffy's friends. I wish I had taken the opportunity to talk with them, but at the time I was blinded by Buffy's charisma. I didn't really see anyone else, and then I left for LA. I never saw Willow grow into this emotional, intelligent, and yes, quite pretty lady. Seeing her now, I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch more.

Now however, I have to remember she's so young and has so many problems with a *lot* of guilt. I understand her all too well. I know what it's like to regret what you have done. How you hurt others, and completely forget to think about the consequences of your actions. I did - I do things like that now. They aren't intentional actions, but they still hurt like hell after. From the sounds of what Willow told me later, her power went haywire during her magical high. She couldn't control it, she could barely think straight. She made a bad choice, and events after that made everything steadily worse.

Luckily for Willow, there aren't a lot of magically inclined objects around here. The books and everything else are in Wesley's office. We've all agreed to ban her from that room and keep it locked. I settled her into her room, we talked, and then Cordelia takes over comforting her. Now, I need to go speak to Spike about his chip. I know he doesn't want to talk about it, but this is important. I fear him getting staked because of his inability to fight humans. That fear has been reinforced recently, and I think we need to change his situation. I just can't lose him, and I can't bear fearing his death every time we face a human enemy.

I find Spike in the courtyard, smoking. It's still light, so he stands undercover looking out over the sunlit patio, lost in thought.

"Sire? I need to talk to you," I implore, knowing he doesn't want to discuss this. I could tell that from the look of complete shock on his face this morning, when I mentioned about the doctor.

"I don't want to talk about this doctor in New York, Angel." He snubs out his cigarette and lights up a new one.

"Please listen, Spike. With this chip you can't protect yourself from humans. In this business we have to face them too sometimes. We've faced evil mortals before and you could do nothing to help, not even defend yourself. They're not always the good guys, and I don't... I won't lose you. Please!"

Spike's POV:

"No, Angel!" I grab his arms and shake him. I don't know why I'm so angry. Months... a year ago, I would have jumped at this chance. Anything to get the chip out. Now? Now, I don't know. I don't know why I'm so screwed up inside. One moment wanting it out and the next scared of what the outcome of removing it could be.

"Have you talked to them, Angel?" I make a sweeping movement towards the lobby. He knows I mean *his* friends.

"No, not really... I got the doctor from Wesley; he specialises in neuro-surgery and..."

"Did you tell him why?"

"No," he mutters. I grab his arms, holding him secure as I morph into my true face.

"What happens in the future when they see this, huh?" I yell at him, my body shaking with my confused, uncontrolled anger. "When they know there is no chip to control me. I don't have a soul, Angel. I don't know if I can control myself with the chip gone. Do you think they could... will trust me? Do you think they won't give you an ultimatum if I do start killing again? They are going to make you chose between me and your mission!"

"I'll choose you!" he shouts back.

"No, you won't! You'll choose the mission, Angel! You know that - I know that!"

I'm so pissed, at him, the chip, and the world in general. I push him hard against the wall, and bite into his scarred neck. Angel howls in confusion, trying to push me away. I rip into his skin as I try to dig deeper, tearing the artery. I don't know why I'm hurting him! I just feel as if I could explode with all the anger, fear, indecision and pain. I'm so afraid of anything changing, of losing this companionship with my childe forever!

I pull away from his throat, and scream into his ear, "I like this, Angel. I like biting and drinking living blood. I'm a full vampire, but the only thing stopping me doing that is the chip, nothing more! I like the hot blood on my tongue. I like the heat of their bodies. I like killing them. Without this chip, how long do you think I'd last until I can't... No, until I don't want to control the bloodlust anymore?"

I bite down hard, making a point, and creating an even bigger mess of his throat. My fingers are digging into his arms, and my body is crushed against his. I can't stop myself from taking him, hurting him. It's not him; it's just... the bloody unfairness of it all. I get a home, a lover and everything has to change again. Everything has to be stolen from me! I know I'll lose him, just as I've lost everyone else. This chip is the only thing making him... them trust me. And he wants me to get it out?! Angel cries out as I rip my fangs from his neck. I quickly twist him around and shove him against the wall.

"I'm still evil, Angel! That hasn't changed. The chip just prevents me from biting, from killing humans. When it is gone, there's nothing to stop me. Not even you!" I quickly unzip his jeans and shove them down his hips. I position him against the wall, and he does nothing to stop me. I wish he would. I want him to stop me from hurting him. He doesn't however, he doesn't fight me and I can't understand why. I don't understand why he wants the chip out. Does he want me to leave him? I don't know! I don't know a fucking thing about what I'm supposed to do, and it's killing me. Finally, I have his jeans around his ankles, his hands supporting himself against the wall, and he's bent over so his ass is just right height for me to slam inside.

Angel howls in pain as I do. "I'm evil, Angel," I roar as I pound into him. I don't touch him anywhere else. I don't understand the anger and fear rising within me. Angel's giving me a way to get the chip out and I'm fighting it?! Maybe I fear that it will drive us to be enemies again. Being sire and childe doesn't stop that. Just take Angelus and me.

I continue to thrust into my childe and he cries silently. I feel his sobs shaking his body, the smell of tears in his eyes. Not once do I consider his feelings, or his getting off from this. I've never done this before. I've never taken him, without Angel feeling that intense desire with me. It doesn't take long for me to come, and I do so with a sob. I know Angel hasn't. A feeling of despair and nausea fills me when I think of what I've just done. How I've used my beloved childe. How I treated him like Angelus did me. I want to scream and rage at the world, at him, at this fucking chip! I can't because I know it's the only thing that is stopping me from killing everyone. In the end, I shove Angel away and he falls to the ground.

"Please...Sire," he begs, "Please, I don't want to lose you." His eyes begging me not to go, not to leave him like this.

He still wants me? Now? After what I've just done? I can't talk to him. I need time alone. I leave Angel curled up in the courtyard. His jeans around his ankles and his blood and my seed is leaking out of him. What am I doing? I'm hurting the only person I've ever loved. I love him more than myself. He's the only one I'll ever admit to loving ever again. Even though I'd kill anyone else who says I do.

My next stop is the local pub. It has an English theme, which means you can get some good beers here like Carling Black Label larger, or John Smith's bitter, or even Murphy's draught. I avoid that, however, because it's Irish, like Angel. So, I stick to the lager, followed by bitter, followed by a good serving of Scottish Whiskey. I miss the Bass beers; I remember drinking them when I was alive, but now they have stopped producing. Fuck, I feel old. Okay - tonight, I have no intention whatsoever about staying sober. I want to be completely and utterly rat-arsed.

Angel... I hurt him, and I don't even know why. He only thought of me. I know why he's worried. A couple of months ago, Gunn's ex-gang decided to wipe out the Demon problem. It didn't matter if they were good, evil, or in-between. They just killed everyone. Of course, Gunn worked with Angel, so Angel became their next logical target. And when they came after Angel, they came after me too. I couldn't strike back, they were human, and the chip prevents me from hurting them. They beat me and I couldn't do a damn thing. In the end, Angel had to retaliate, and they nearly killed him because I couldn't defend myself. I couldn't protect Angel, myself, or anyone!.

After that Angel got really paranoid about the human cases we were sent on. Just because mortals have a soul doesn't mean they're inherently good. It just means they have more of a choice. Sometimes, I have seen humans do more damage than any demon, even worse than what Angelus could think up.

I should think about this, but I'm so afraid. The big bad is scared to death, actually. I could have this chip out. I could go home and live with Angel. I could do all that, but what happens if one day I lose control? What happens when I can't contain the bloodlust? Sometimes, even now, I fantasise about biting them. Those times when Cordelia is bleeding, I smell her; it's so sweet and flavoursome. At those times I can't bear to be near her. Angel, having a human soul has much better restraint that I do. He hardly even notices it. What happens when she does bleed and I have no chip? Am I strong enough to fight it then?

I don't know!! I don't know what to think. I hurt Angel *again*. I made a real mess of everything, *again*! I can't go back though; I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't know how to answer Angel. Do I want the chip out? Can I trust myself? Can I believe that Angel will always be with me, even if a mess up I couple of times? What happens if he can't take my killing, if I did? Would he have to kill me? Oh god, I need to get drunk!

Angel's POV:

I've been sitting here in the courtyard thinking, after Spike left. I pulled up my soiled jeans and wept solidly for an hour. The problem is I understand why Spike is so upset. I understand that he believes that he won't be able to restrain the bloodlust. I have learned how. I might have a soul, but I still had to learn to control my vampire instincts. I'm a vampire; I still need blood just as he does. I still need the sex and release as he does. I still smell Cordelia every month, and it's hard to fight the urge when anyone gets injured. I do though, and so would Spike. The only question is - does he want to?

Thankfully, when I go upstairs there is no one around to see my dismal state. Sometimes the others get this idea that Spike can actually hurt me. He might cause me pain, or injury but he never *hurts* me. This time was different. This time he was distant and cold, and he`s never done that before. I didn't even come from it. I usually climax even from the most violent sex. I slowly walk up the stairs and when I turn the corner, I'm surprised to see Willow crouched by our door.

"Willow?" I call. She's curled in a tiny ball, with her head on her knees, rocking herself with soft sobs. I run towards her panicking.

"Willow? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I touch her shoulder gently, and kneel beside her.

"Angel..." she sobs, "I did it again!" She flings herself in my arms, and I rock her reassuringly. I look over to Willow's open door; it's just opposite to ours. I can't believe it! The room is cleaned, decorated with good curtains at the windows, even the bed has new covers. I sigh.

"Oh, Willow, it's okay. You didn't hurt anyone; it's just a slip up. It's okay." I pick her up gently and push open my apartment door. Spike and mine' rooms are bigger than hers, with a sitting area, kitchenette, bathroom, and bedroom. Since Spike's been here we have also gained a huge wide-screen TV, Playstation, large fridge, comfortable sofa bed, and other `necessary' comforts.

I sit Willow down into the sofa and brush the hair out of her eyes. "Willow, just wait here a moment, I have to clean up."

For the first time Willow notices the bite on my throat, finger print bruises on my arms, and my completely dishevelled appearance. "Oh goddess, Angel, did someone hurt you..." she trails off as she realises the truth, "Spike, hurts you?" She bites her bottom lip and her eyes fill with tears.

"No!" I cry, but then add a little calmer, trying not to frighten her, "no, he doesn't physically hurt me, Willow. I'm a vampire, I kinda like it rough," I add shyly.

"But he hurt you this time," she comments.

"He didn't mean to. There are things... I said things..." How can I explain to her? "Look, I'll go and clean up, and then we'll talk, okay?" She nods and I leave her to go into the bathroom.

I quickly strip and clean myself before dressing again in jeans and T-shirt. Before returning to Willow, I make us both a cup of herbal tea; Cordelia said it was supposed to be calming. I sit down beside Willow, give her the tea, and then pull her near me so she can rest against my chest. She leans into my embrace, sighing happily.

I never thought that I would have held Willow like this. She's changed so much since I left Sunnydale two years ago. It's amazing how she has grown from timid girl to stunning young woman. A powerful witch, with knowledge and strength. Still, it doesn't matter how strong we think we are, sometimes we fall. Willow fell, just as I did once, and now she needs saving.

"Are you going to tell me why Spike was angry with you?" she asks as she sips her tea.

"I... well, some time back we faced this human gang that had it in for all demons. Spike couldn't fight them and I had to rescue him. I suggested... I said that there was this doctor that might be able to remove his chip."

"I thought he would be happy about that."

"He's afraid... no, terrified of not being strong enough to fight the bloodlust."

"Oh, I see what you mean."

"I don't believe that. Spike is stronger - now more than ever. If he wanted to stay with me and fight evil, he could. But I think I made a mess of it."

"You're not the only one," Willow laughs, "and I've made a mess of pretty much everything."

"Yes, but you didn't try to drag the world into hell, did you?"

Willow gives me a strange look. "That wasn't you, Angel. That was Angelus."

"I know, but I still remember. Even when I was human, before Angelus, I wasn't much good," I sigh. This herbal tea is *not* working. "You fancy something stronger?"

"Angel! I can't drink!"

She could if we were in England. She could drink there at 18, but here in the good old US she has to be 21. "I won't tell," I laugh. I get up and raid Spike's fridge. There is a whole selection here. Beers, sprits, some strange looking demon alcoholic drink and Vodka. Perfect, I grab the Vodka and some orange juice. Then I find some tall glasses and pour us both a good measure.

"What's this?" inquires Willow as I hand her the drink.

"Vodka and Orange, sweet with a little kick." I watch, as she tastes the liquid and chokes. I gently slap her back until she breathes normally.

"It's good!" she coughs out.

The next morning:

I have no clue to where I am. I have no idea what I've been doing. In fact, I have no memory of how I got here. My body feels kinda floatie. When I move my hand around, it looks like I have three of them. Cool! Also there is a warm body next to me, pressing into my chest. It has been so long since I felt a warm, human body against my cold one. Sweet Willow.

"Our lives are shit!" she proclaims and laughs into my chest. I lean over and try to reach the Vodka bottle. "Nah, it's empty. I can't find anymore," she sniffs. I flick the bottle over, and it crashes to the floor, joining the growling pile of them. She was right.

"I think we have Whiskey."

Willow is not keen and wrinkles her petite nose. It's so cute; I just have to kiss it. She laughs and presses her body against mine.

"Ooo... Nice... Angel," she giggles. Her small hands massage my chest, as her hips rub into my erect shaft. "It's true, vampires can get erections all the time," she whispers huskily.

Yep, the alcohol makes no difference whatsoever! The only problem is - I don't know where to shove it. At this moment three Willow are grinning down at me. Three Willow-mouths float above mine. I wonder if I can catch one? If I did I'm going to be in deep shit. Spike's rules include one about kissing. Was it no kissing or kiss everyone? Oh, I don't give a fuck. I lean towards the nearest mouth and kiss it. Oh, that's good, it's real.

"Mmm... Angel," Willow moans into my mouth. Her fingers start to pull open my jeans and a hot hand slips inside. It's nice, but I'm starting to get this distant feeling. As though I'm floating away. It's getting hard to remember things. I've even forgotten this girl's name. It's like I'm drifting apart, piece by piece.

"Yes," I hiss. I kiss her again, feeling her warm lips, her hot tongue inside my mouth.

"ANGEL!!"

What the fuck! I jump up and sway, pushing the warm body to the floor. Standing by the couch is Spike. A very pissed looking Spike - and not in the drunk sense. I'm sorry and all sire, but I can't stay on my feet. Seconds later my legs collapse under me, and I fall into a heap of incredibly inebriated limbs before him.

"Angel!" Spike yells again.

Please not so loud! Even the red head moans, as she curls into a ball on the couch. Anyway, who's this Angel?

"Please! Want to play with little Angel!"

"What?!" hollers Spike.

Can't he be quiet when he shouts?

"Did you kiss her, Angel? Did you fuck her?" Spike shouts in fury, kicking out with a heavy boot connecting with my stomach. I groan and clutch at what I think is a broken rib. Great, now I feel nauseated. Suddenly, there is a screaming sound. I look up... well, down and see Spike rolling on the floor, clutching his head. Wait a minute... who is Spike and what's a sire?

Spike's POV:

I can't believe it. I'm the one who went out to get drunk, and then I come home to... to this! Angel and Willow are completely pissed out of their heads. Utterly drunk, pig-eyed, and plastered, whatever it is - they are it. The worst part was seeing Willow on top of my childe! Seeing them with her hand down the front of his jeans. Seeing her bloody kissing him! No one's allowed to kiss him!

I scream at Angel and he jumps to his feet. He is so drunk he doesn't stay up for long, collapsing into a heap on the floor with a little drunken giggle.

"Did you kiss her, Angel? Did you fuck her?" I holler at him. He doesn't answer, so I kick him.

Oh, FUCK! The pain! I don't understand. The chip activates itself and burns through my brain. The pain is incredible, and I have no blasted answer as to why. I roll myself into a ball on the floor, to try to calm myself. My vision blurs and the blood pounds in my ears. I think I'm going to be sick. Slowly, the throbbing subsides and I can think clearly again. What the hell is happening? I hit a demon, not a human. I've never felt this when I've been rough with Angel.

I slowly open my eyes to see Angel lying near me. I reach out to touch him, but the chip reactivates itself. What the hell is going on?! I spot Willow on the couch and crawl towards her. She grins at me, happily drunk. I grab her arms and shake her.

"What the hell have you done?!" I yell.

Willow moans and turns a deep shade of green. Oh, great! I drag her up and almost throw her into the bathroom. Wait... I throw her? I can hurt humans! No chip... No, that's not right. I couldn't hit Angel, who is a demon. Chip = no hurt demons = can kill humans? Can it be? I grab Willow shaking her and she cries out. My nails scratch her arm, and *nothing* happens! I might have tried to bite her, but at that moment she's bringing back all my expensive liquor.

Okay, I'll deal with Angel. Angel is still in the same place I left him. He looks to be asleep. I attempt to kick him again. Not so hard, just a push... bloody hell, still the same response - blinding pain burning a hole in my brain. I rub my forehead, I just know I'm going to get a killer headache at the end of all this.

"Da, please. I dinna mean it. I swear," Angel moans, curling himself into a tighter ball. His arms covering his head in a protective way. "I dinna take the silver."

What is he on about? And what's with the Irish accent? Angel got rid of that years ago. It was even fading when I knew him as Angelus.

"Da, please!" Angel starts to weep now. He mumbles more words that I cannot make out. I hear Kathy, ale, drunk, and whore. What the hell is going on!

"Spike!" Cordelia screams as she comes bounding through the door.

Just great, that's all I need. Now, I've really got a headache. Still, maybe if I can bite her, she'll shut up!

"Uhmm..." Cordelia moans and clutches her head, "Not again!"

"Vision?" I ask, and she nods. I point to Angel on the floor. "There's your mighty champion, bloody stinking drunk on my good vodka."

"What happened?"

I've been asking that since I came in. Things are just getting weirder and weirder.

"Huh..." Cordelia moans again, "Damn!"

"What are you doing?"

"Visions but not all of them. I started getting them this morning. I received a vision, but only the end. Then I got another, just the same. It has been going on like this ever since. They aren't painful, just distracting and frustrating."

Oh, shit. This day can't get any worse.

"Spike!"

"Angel!"

I spoke too soon.

Wesley and Gunn both appear at the door. They don't have to tell me what's different - I can see it. All the humans start talking away and it's driving me up the wall. Wesley looks really weird; he now has three eyes. Gunn... well, Gunn is laughable. He has a full head of hair, all curly and voluminous. It... Oh no, I understand now... I've worked it out.

"Willow!" I scream.

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