Willow's Ripper

A Very Ordinary Evil- Page 3

Part 8 - Confessions and Lamentations
24 hours later, the magic shop

Willow entered Giles� shop, hand in hand with Spike. It had felt wonderful to simply be with him, walking along a street at dusk. {The looks of jealousy and envy I got were pretty cool too.} she thought to herself.

As they entered, they heard the sounds of quiet conversation coming from the back of the shop, and noticed they were otherwise alone. They moved to their normal �conference� table and sat. Of course, they didn�t sit apart very long. Within a minute, Willow had scooted onto Spike�s lap and started to nibble on his lips.

The sound of a very British throat clearing behind them brought them back to reality.

�Hi Giles.� Willow waved at her mentor.

�Ripper.� Spike greeted him.

�I do have some news about Buffy, always assuming you aren�t too self absorbed to listen.�

�Giles. That�s not fair.� Willow was upset at the tone in Giles� voice. �We stopped our �self-absorption� when you let us know you were here. Which, you have to admit, puts us one up on Xander and Anya.�

�I�m sorry Willow, Spike. That was uncalled for. I�ve just had some rather bad news about Buffy.� Giles distress and anxiety were clear to see.

�Bad news is always a relative term, Ripper. And no, I�m not mocking you, I�m making a point. Do you understand me when I say I hope she�s dead rather than insane, or paralysed or whatever?�

�Paralysed, that I understand Spike.� Giles said grudgingly.

Willow looked at both of them aghast.

Spike saw her statement. �Listen pet, I know we�re sounding cold blooded, even brutal. I want you to think a moment about a slayer in a wheelchair. What would happen then?�

Willow looked blankly at them. Giles picked up the thread of the conversation. Willow, how do we get slayers?

�Giles! You know that! One dies and the next one�s��

Giles nodded. �Exactly. That�s the problem Willow, if a slayer becomes incapacitated, rather than killed, then the next slayer can�t be called. And that�s what�s happened now. Buffy�s had a complete mental collapse. She�s been hospitalised indefinitely.�

�And it�s my fault, isn�t it Giles. I did it with that spell.� The anguish was evident in Willow�s voice.

�No Willow, it wasn�t you. The Doctors said that she�s been on the brink for a long time. Remember, she�s been the slayer for five years and more. I�ve also called the Watcher�s Council. They�re sending a psychiatrist to assess Buffy as well.�

�Pet, listen. You saw how she reacted to our � surprise. That�s the point at which she lost it. I�m guessing here, Rupert�� Giles was astonished at Spike�s use of his first name. ��that she couldn�t cope with someone else succeeding where she�d failed.�

�So it was me. I did it by loving Spike.� Willow�s grief and distress were palpable.

�No pet, it�s not your fault, or mine, or Giles. It�s not even hers. Regardless of my opinions of slayers, I also feel sorry for them. They�re called without any option, and they�re usually dead within eighteen months of their being called. Giles,� Spike continued, �is there any record of the longest lived slayer?�

�Before Buffy, the record was a little under four years.�

Spike nodded. �How did she die, mate?�

�Err, I don�t recall. I�d need to check the diaries.�

�You do that Ripper. Now.� The tone in Spike�s voice left no room for argument.

Willow began to sob quietly, burying her face into the blond vampire�s chest. Spike began to murmur to her, stroking her hair, soothing her as best he could. His only immediate hope was that either Giles understood what he was asking, or that the previous record holder had indeed committed suicide.� He thought he remembered a story told, perhaps by Darla, about an undefeatable slayer who had taken her own life.

Giles came back, looking distressed. �Show me.� Spike told him.

Spike quickly scanned the page and then read it aloud to Willow. ��After four years, Kamayama Noriko became confused and lost. She had no understanding of her self or her goals. In this state of mind, she took her own life.� It�s understandable pet. If a slayer doesn�t die they become emotionally exhausted. I spoke to Buffy about it close to a year ago. She wanted to know how I killed the two slayers. I told her then that I didn�t defeat them, they defeated themselves.� He handed the book back to Giles.

Willow began to think, and looked up at Spike and Giles. �Is this all true?�

Giles nodded. �Yes, Spike read verbatim from the diary. And he told the truth about Buffy speaking to him last year.�

�So it wasn�t all my fault?�

�No pet, it wasn�t your fault at all. Anything could have triggered her off. You can�t be held responsible for who you love. After all, didn�t you say that to Buffy when Angelus returned?�

�That�s different. She�s the slayer. It�s important that we help her. Instead, I hurt her. Real bad.�

�Listen Red, you didn�t do anything. She was the one who went off the deep end. In fact, you may have saved her life with that spell. If you hadn�t done something drastic, she would have attacked me, and with this bloody chip, I would have had to kill her with a single blow. After that, I would have been helpless on the floor. Honest, luv, you did the right thing.�

�Did I really?� The need to believe that the two men could hear in the tiny witch�s voice was heartrending.

Giles crouched down, looked at Willow and said, �Yes, you made the right decisions at every step. Some were perhaps a little overstated, but you are, after all, not British. I�m more proud of you than I can possibly say.�

Willow looked up at the Watcher, tears still streaking her face. �Really?�

�Yes Willow, really.�

They heard the bell ring as Anya and Xander walked in. �How�s Buffy?� Xander wasted no time in inquiring.

�Not well, I�m afraid Xander.� Was Giles� reply, �She�s had a complete breakdown.�

�Oh God! Poor Buffy! How did it happen?� Xander was obviously distressed, and Anya looked somewhat unhappy about that.

�We aren�t certain Xander.� Giles replied. �It�s likely that she�s burned out as the slayer. She�s the longest-lived slayer in all of the Council�s recorded history. It�s bound to have some negative side effects.�

�Hey G-man, we�re talking about a person here. Buffy, in fact. �Negative side effects� just doesn�t cut it.�

�I know Xander, but how else can we phrase it? We know so little about the metabolism and mental stability of slayers.�

�Damn it Giles, you�re making her sound like a science experiment!�

�Giles,� Spike interrupted, �what happens if she�s permanently � disabled?�

�I don�t know Spike, I really don�t. The issue has just never arisen before.�

What we will have to do though,� Giles continued, �is to take over Buffy�s patrolling duties. I propose that Spike and Willow work together, as will Xander, Anya and myself. That gives us two teams of roughly equal competence.�

�Works for me Watcher. What about you pet?� Spike�s solicitousness touched all those watching.

Anya looked at the blond quizzically. �Now I know what was meant when I was told you �stink of humanity.� The description was most apt. I think it�s rather sweet myself.�

Spike�s head shot straight up. �What? How did you hear that?�

Anya smiled. �I was just solving a problem for one of your minions. She was very angry with Dalton. So I put his soul back, and hid it so no-one would know, not even him. Then the Judge and Dru made the girl�s wish come true.�

�Bloody Hell Anya! I liked Dalton. He was the only one I could have a halfway intelligent conversation with.�

�Sorry.� Anya said, her face making it obvious she was anything but.

�I think we can handle it. After all, I still feel guilty about Buffy.� Willow responded to Giles and Spike.

Spike held Willow close. �Pet, how can we convince you?�

�There�s nothing to say Spike. I precipitated this, however you look at it.�

Spike sighed, drew the emotionally shattered redhead even closer into his arms, looked at the Watcher and said, �I think we should start this routine tomorrow, mate. I don�t think anyone other than me is in any condition to try anything now.�

Giles nodded. �Yes Spike, you�re quite right. I don�t think Sunnydale�ll suffer too much from one night without patrolling.�

* * * *

Spike walked Willow back to what he had already began to think of as their home. He could tell that Willow was thinking, and he had a solid suspicion that guilt was the major issue. He knew that she could not get past the idea that it was her fault, and hers alone, that Buffy was ill.

As she opened the door, she looked at the blond vampire who had become such a fixture in her life so quickly and so completely. As they walked in, she whispered, �I need to be punished,� to herself.

�What pet?� Spike asked. He had heard her murmur quite clearly, but wanted to try and understand her motivations.

�N-Nothing. I was just thinking.� Willow answered, blushing furiously.

�Uh huh.� The tone in his voice spoke volumes. �Now, pet, why don�t you tell me. You know I�ll only work it out in the long run. So, why put yourself through it.�

�Umm-umm-Oh God!� Willow blushed bright crimson and fled for her bedroom, so distressed she forgot her conversion to paganism.

Spike ran after her. He reached her just as she entered the room, and moved through the door before she could slam it shut. Willow spun on her heel, surprised that he�d got there so quickly. He grinned at her and said, �Red, talk to me. Something�s eating at you. I don�t mean what happened to the slayer, but I�ll bet it�s connected.�

The now profoundly embarrassed redhead sat on the bed and looked down, trembling but remaining silent.

�Pet, what is it?� Spike sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. �Luv, you have to talk to me about this, I can tell it�s really messing with your mind.�

Willow looked at him again, seeing only concern and worry in his face. {He�s worried for me?} Wiping the tears away, she sniffed and reached for a tissue. �W-Will you promise to j-j-just listen while I tell y-you something?�

�Okay pet, I�ll just listen. No commentary, no interruptions. I promise.�

Willow smiled very softly, and began to talk. �This will probably take a while. You know that my parents are away a lot of the time. Well, it�s been going on since I was thirteen. I�d guess that since then they�ve been here for about ten to twelve weeks each year on average. So, most of the time I�m alone. I can�t even say they neglect me, they aren�t here often enough for that.�

Spike watched the girl as she began to open her heart, her eyes were almost glazed, and she was obviously not seeing her surroundings, but something truly horrifying. He realised that, on one level, she did not realise he was there.

�Even when they were here,� continued Willow, �they tried to be �modern� parents.� The word modern was spat out like the vilest insult of which she could think. �They reasoned, counselled, discussed and assessed. They never took notice of me! It was like I was a child-rearing project. They never showed me love or affection. Never allowed me to show any emotions toward them. I did the only thing I could think of. When I was bad, I punished myself.�

Spike was sitting, listening to her, tears trailing unnoticed down both cheeks. He couldn�t believe the emotional purgatory the woman next to him had suffered. {People may call me a monster, but I know of two real monsters now. These people are just unbelievable.} Spike thought.

Willow was continuing to talk. �I used to hurt myself in all sorts of ways, just so I could know that I could feel. So that I knew that I had been chastised. Look.� Willow spread her fingers to show Spike the multiple layers of scarring in the webbing. �I used to do that with a compass point. And this.� Willow lifted a foot, and removing her trainer and sock, showed him similar scars in the webbing there. She continued, showing him burns from molten wax, cut marks across the inside of her elbows, the remaining marks of the glass cuts on her stomach. Seeing them, Spike shuddered, suddenly aware of how much the incident with the broken bottle must have effected her.

�How can you love someone as sick as me, Spike? I�m mad, not like Buffy, but mad just the same. And I made Buffy mad. I�m vile.�

Spike drew Willow into another embrace, his tears still streaming down his face. �Willow, I love you because of your faults, not in spite of them. You�re the furthest thing from vile that I can imagine. I�ll never leave you alone. I promise. Now, pet, go to sleep. There�s nothing else we can do tonight.�

Spike lay her down on the bed, and then sat next to her, holding her hand until she eventually drifted off.

Part 9 - Satisfying the Cravings of the Soul
The next morning, Willow�s bedroom

Willow stirred, and felt something cold and solid next to her. She rolled over and saw Spike, sleeping on the edge of her bed, still fully clad, down to his ammunition boots. Willow felt oddly cheated and strangely comforted at the same time. Spike hadn�t taken advantage of her weakness the previous night, and that he had kept his promise not to leave her alone.

She looked at him, motionless and to all intents and purposes dead. She realised that she could examine him, rather like a sculpture. She looked at the lean musculature under the tight black tee-shirt, the astonishing cheekbones, the peroxided hair. She leaned closer and looked at the short hairs behind his ears. {Oh Goddess! William the Bloody�s a curly top!} went through her mind. She continued to explore, visually, every inch of her man�s body. She dwelt on the slender whipcord muscles of his arms, and although the jeans were not tight enough to tell her the same about his legs, she was fairly sure they were equally well defined. She also lingeringly eyed the bulge at his groin, quietly amused that vampires seemed to have the same �morning� reaction as mortal men.

She sighed. After last night�s revelations, he certainly would not want her any more. In her own mind, she was truly beyond redemption.

Spike woke, and immediately sensed her eyes on him. He rolled over to look at her, stunned once again by both her beauty and her unawareness of that beauty.

�How�re you feeling luv?�

Willow looked at him, confused. Why was he talking to her? She knew she did not deserve his attention.

�Ummm � okay, I guess.�

Spike looked directly at her and, fixing her with his eyes, said, �Pet, after last night, you know you aren�t �okay�. You told me things which you�ve always kept hidden. Seeing how you reacted, I�d say you�re thinking you�re worthless, undeserving, bad.�

Willow looked up at him, amazed at his insight. �H-how did you know?�

Spike smiled gently and whispered to her, �Been there, done that, got the bleedin� tee-shirt.�

�What?�

�I�ve felt like you do luv. I�ve felt rejected, neglected and abused. The only difference is that it happened to me somewhat later in life, well, after my life actually.�

Willow looked at him, confused. �Darla and Angelus. They treated me much the same way your parents treated you. As an afterthought, a responsibility they�d rather do without. Dru was somewhat better, but also so bonkers she didn�t know her arse from breakfast. Which left me out in the cold, like.�

Willow was shocked. He did understand her neglect. Did that mean it was possible for him to understand the rest?

The blond vampire grinned at her. �Pet, why don�t you get up and change. Have a shower. I�ll make you breakfast. Should I microwave Rice Krispies?�

Willow took a moment to realise he was teasing. �Oh you � you�� she trailed off.

Spike took one of her hands in his. �Are you kosher, pet?� He asked seriously.

�You remembered!� Willow was thrilled at the simple question. �No, not a kosher girl. But at least you asked. That was so sweet.�

�Now, go get showered and I�ll make you something to eat.�

* * * *

After the shower, Willow dressed and then entered the kitchen, to the smell of bacon frying. Spike was cooking. {Hmmm, another thing I didn�t realise he could do.} In fact, he had cooked a vast quantity of food. She looked around, seeing eggs, both scrambled and poached, tomato, sausages and fried bread. He was just finishing the bacon as he saw her. �Sorry luv, I couldn�t find any kidneys, so it�s not really a proper brekky.�

�Proper?� Willow squawked. �Who�re we inviting over? A fraternity?�

�Er, this is just for us pet. It�s just a decent English breakfast.�

�Does everyone die at forty-five over there?�

�Huh?� Was Spike�s intelligent reply.

�This stuff is loaded with cholesterol.�

�You don�t want it?� The disappointment in Spike�s voice was self-evident.

�Did I say that?� Willow grinned as she asked him. �I was just surprised. But, honestly, you can forget the kidneys. Ewwwwwwwwww.�

Spike was confused and taken aback by the redhead�s babbling. Pressing her advantage, she asked, �Why are you doing this? I was surprised to even see you here after last night. You�ve kept me moving so fast this morning, I haven�t had a chance to ask before, so give. Why did you bother to stay around someone so fucked up?�

�Willow, I love you. Why else would I be here?� Spike sounded genuinely confused.

�But, I�m horrible. I-I hurt myself, I�m a monster.�

�Red, you�re not a monster. Trust me on this. I ought to know a monster when I see one. After all, I�ve been around Angelus.�

�Maybe,� Willow agreed reluctantly, �but I�m certainly not normal.�

�Listen, lover, I know what�s happened to you. I mean psychologically as well as physically. I have just one question at the moment. Do you trust me, implicitly?�

Willow nodded, eyes wide at the intensity and the seriousness she heard in his voice.

�In that case, believe this. I love you Willow, the person who has been formed by her whole background. Including the �bad� bits of your upbringing.� He emphasised the word �bad� with finger quotes. �If you want, we can talk about these particular feelings and needs of yours later, but not yet pet, you just aren�t ready.�

The redheaded witch nodded, tears slowly trickling down both cheeks. She had never experienced anything like this before. Her parents, Oz and Tara were all non-communicative people, and to have someone spell things out, and leave no room for doubt effected her profoundly.

�Now, pet, let�s mop those tears up and then get around to eating breakfast.� Spike began to dish up a meal that Willow could barely comprehend.

�I don�t eat that much at dinner Spike! This is only breakfast!�

Spike simply smiled and said, �Eat!� There was no room for debate in the voice he used. {I�d do anything if he asked in that voice.} Willow reflected.

Willow began to eat, discovering that Spike was not only a quantity cook, but a quality cook as well. She discovered an underlying hunger that stimulated her appetite, and the more she ate, the more she wanted. Spike smiled as he saw her tucking in. {I�ll bet the little chit skips too many meals when there isn�t anyone on her back to eat. She needs someone to look after her.}

�Feeling better pet?� he asked as Willow finished. She nodded, and at the same time managed to look ashamed at the amount she had consumed. �And don�t look at me like that. If you�re starting some intensive physical training, you�re going to need an increased diet.� Willow looked up at him, and gave him a small, tentative smile.

�So, what now, oh glorious leader?� She asked mockingly.

�Well, pet; you�ve got a day to laze around in, or you can go out and catch a tan, or you can sleep, or you can start your training, or you can start my training, or we could nip upstairs and be very very naughty.�

Willow�s jaw dropped, and then she grinned. �We could. We could go into my mom�s closet and try her clothes on like when I was a little girl.�

Spike laughed. �Pet I really don�t have the legs for a frock. Just trust me on this.�

Willow joined in the laughter. {Goddess, Everything about him is right. He�ll joke with me, play with me, be with me, love me unconditionally. How the hell did I get to be so lucky? Especially when I�m such a cow.}

Spike held his hand out to her and as he took it, he raised her from the chair and led her gently upstairs. As they reached the upper landing, he looked at Willow and asked, �Your bed, or the double?�

�Ummm, errrrr, I dunno!� Willow squeaked.

�My decision then pet?� Willow nodded in agreement, too afraid to speak, in case the moment was lost. Spike led her into her own room. As he did so, he leant down to whisper to her, �Your room first, Red. Let�s make some new memories there.�

Willow looked at him shyly and nodded. �I think that�s a wonderful idea.�

He led her to the bed, and sitting next to her, brushed his lips over hers. As he did so, he moved in closer, beginning to truly taste her. His tongue slowly became insistent, demanding entrance to her mouth. Willow capitulated, opening her lips and mouth and drawing his tongue inside. Their tongues embraced, each probing at and exploring the other. Their lips parted, allowing the redhead to draw in some much-needed air. Spike looked at her, seeing her pupils dilated and hearing her breathing becoming ragged. He scooped Willow up and lay her on the bed. Lying next to her, he began to kiss her again, and once more he felt her respond. The need was building in Spike, and with his enhanced senses, he could tell that Willow was reacting in the same manner.

Spike broke the kiss once again and looked into Willow�s eyes. He asked a simple one-word question. �Ready?�

Willow nodded, whimpering softly as she did so.

Spike kissed her forehead, then pulled back and whispered to her, �We�ll do this right.�

He sat up grinning at her as he untied his boots. Shrugging both the boots and socks, he rocked onto his back, turning towards the motionless girl. �Sorry pet, I just can�t stand men who leave their socks on.�

Willow looked at him and giggled. �D-did you know that�� she trailed off into helpless laughter.

�Oh no, pet, don�t tell me Wolf-boy left his bloody socks on!�

Willow nodded, now helplessly laughing as she rolled from side to side on the narrow bed.

Spike looked at her, then shuddered. �That was an image I really didn�t need.� Spike then lay back with her and held her as her mirth slowly subsided.

�Why are you so good to me? Everything you do is so perfect. Even this. Most men would have been jealous that I�d mentioned a former lover.�

�I could make observations about my exceptional emotional maturity, but that wouldn�t be true luv. The simple truth here is that I have an advanced sense of the absurd.� He sighed. �That�ll teach me to hang around and snack off Dadaists.�

�You were in Paris back then?� Willow was surprised. She had not really seen Spike as the artistic type.

He grinned at her and murmured �I�ll tell you all about it later pet. We have some more important things to do now.�

So saying, he leant forward to draw her tee shirt over her head, exposing her delicate, almost alabaster skin, marred only by a plain white cotton bra. After doing so, Spike rose to his knees to draw his own black tee over his head as well, demonstrating by actions that he wouldn�t leave her vulnerable. He was aware that, whatever Willow�s proclivities, and he certainly intended to investigate all of them later; at present she was too fragile for anything other than the tenderest of attentions.

He lay back down, next to the tiny redheaded girl who had turned his emotions upside down and kissed her cheek softly, and then began to trail his lips, butterfly light, along the line of her jaw, from the base of her ear to her chin. Willow gasped involuntarily at the pleasure, the desire, Spike was generating. He continued, gently, lovingly and yet remorselessly; running the tip of his tongue up the other side of her jaw, from her chin to her earlobe. He began to suck, very softly, on the lobe, murmuring as he did so. Willow began to become entranced by the small, overtly erotic sounds, just as surely as she was already entranced by his foreplay. He eventually ceased his assault oh her ear, seemingly months later, and began to kiss down the side of her neck, occasionally brushing against her carotid and jugular with blunt teeth, teasing her with what could be.

As he continued down her neck, he reached her collarbone, and simultaneously slid a hand under her back to unhook her bra. She arched to allow him unfettered access to the clip, and moaned with passion as he eased the offending garment off.

Spike looked down at her small, but exquisitely shaped breasts. The pale pink nipples already partially erect. He leant down to kiss the upper curve of her left breast, and then flickered his tongue across her pectoral; it danced over her flesh as her arousal increased. Spike could smell her arousal, and Willow felt the slowly growing heat in her loins.

�Please, faster.� She moaned semi-coherently. The pulses and urges of her desire were beginning to play havoc with her reasoning, and she felt as though she were sinking into a pit of need and desire, controlled by her most basic instincts.

Spike chuckled. It was a low deep sound, coming from the back of the throat, and as he did so, his mouth slipped over her nipple, sucking it in. His lips suckled the hard nub as his tongue began a slow, erotically cruel laving with his tongue. Willow began to sink into the sensations, becoming one with her feelings and leaving reason far behind.

Spike moved again, releasing Willow�s now rock solid breast. As he did so, she whimpered with loss and frustrated desire.

The blond vampire slid down the bed and hooked his fingers into the waistbands of both her jeans and panties. Unbuttoning and unzipping the jeans, he slid both down, her hips automatically arching up to assist him as he did so.

Spike moaned reverently as he saw Willow naked for the first time. She was a paean in red and cream. Even the thick mass of darker curls at her sex were like an exclamation point, a completion of a visual poem.

He leant forward again, brushing his lips over her ribcage, tasting her flesh. Underexposed, compared to her face, it was softer and somehow sweeter. It was intoxicating. As he did so, Willow�s cries and moans became a continuous chant of desire, lust and need.

He continued his torturously slow way down over her stomach, getting closer and closer to her core. Her scent almost overwhelmed him, and he needed to concentrate to avoid reacting too quickly. This was about her. About Willow reclaiming her life. About making memories worth keeping in this room.

He lowered one hand to unfasten his jeans as the other continued to caress Willow�s thigh, his lips never leaving her abdomen. He continues to kiss down further, through her pubic patch, to her accompanying gasps. His tongue began to dance again, teasing the top of her thighs. Willow felt them part of their own accord. She was in sensory overload.

Spike, now naked, slid even further down the bed; feeling the bedspread rubbing against his erect cock. His head slid easily between her open thighs. He could feel the warmth radiating from her arousal as he leant forward and gently kissed her clit.

Willow squealed. The feeling was amazing, and slightly shocking. She knew vampires were cold, but the effect was noticeable and � interesting. �My Lady! Spike, that feels � oohhhhhhhh.�

Spike chuckled again as he set to his task of reducing the passionate redhead to total incoherency. His tongue and fingers moved ceaselessly, teasing and arousing her. They danced from clit, to lips, to the top of her thighs and back in a random pattern, He moved continually, bringing Willow closer and closer to release. Willow�s wetness now began to slick the top of her thighs and her uncoordinated hands reached down in hopeless attempts to grasp his hair, to hold him and force him to bring her to orgasm.

Spike sensed that she was ready, on the verge of release. He moved up, manoeuvering his hips between hers. He ran the head of his cock over her wet and welcoming lips, continuing to tease her.

�Please! Now!� Willow implored him.

Spike grinned as he suddenly thrust deep inside her, feeling her heat open to allow him access. �Godddddddd!� The groan made by Spike was long, drawn out and heartfelt. He had never felt anything quite like it. The mortal warmth, the wetness, the reciprocated desire and need were all familiar to him, but the unutterable rightness was new and different.

His movements were strangely gentle for him. Spike�s thrusts were tempered by his control of his demon. He knew that releasing the demon at this point would only scare the beautiful woman he was making love with.

Willow closed in on the release that Spike had so carefully avoided allowing her. She reached round to grasp his buttocks and pull him closer. She needed to cum. Now! She ground her pelvis up, trying to abrade her clit against his pubic hairs, desperate for the stimulation.

As Willow drove her hips up to meet him, Spike thrust deep into her, feeling the tip of his cock scraping the sponginess of her cervix. That, and Willow�s incohate cries, drove him over the edge, just as she peaked. Their mutual orgasm created a blend of Willow�s overheated fluids, and Spike�s cold seed; a combination which neither had felt before. The raw eroticism stunned them both even further, and they collapsed, exhausted into one another�s arms.

Part 10 - Fighting the System
Almost immediately after part 9

Willow and Spike lay sleeping peacefully in one another�s arms, exhausted by their first love making when the phone rang. Spike, being closer, answered it. �Go �way!� Then he hung up.

The phone rang again. �I said, GO AWAY!� This time, Spike slammed the phone down.

* * * *

Ten minutes later there was a massive banging on the front door. Both Willow and Spike woke up, and looked confusedly at one another. �I�d better get it,� Willow announced. �I definitely don�t want you frying on me now, Mister.� She shrugged on Spike�s tee shirt and went down to answer the door. Spike flopped back bonelessly into sleep. Willow opened the door to see a distressed Giles and an anxious Xander standing there. �What?� She was not quite as surly as Spike, but a wonderful afterglow had interrupted. {This had better be damn good.} Willow thought. �Come in.� She turned to lead them into the lounge.

�Do you need Spike as well? He�s asleep. I was too,� she said grumpily. �And don�t even think about being a smartass, Xander. I�m really not in the mood.�

Giles and Xander both looked shocked. This wasn�t the Willow they knew. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour, Giles pressed ahead with their reason for calling. �Yes, we will need Spike as well.�

�I�ll get him. Draw the curtains and then sit down.� She turned and went upstairs. Walking to her room, she began to dress. Then she sat on the bed and gently bit Spike�s ear. �Get up, Giles and Xander need to see us.�

Spike looked blearily at her. �Can I just eat them instead? I wonder if the chip works when I�m asleep?�

Willow laughed. �At the moment, that thought�s disturbingly attractive. But no, please don�t eat my friends. You can �eat� me again later if you want though.�

Spike groaned as he got up. �Christ, I�m too old for this!� He complained. �Hell, pet, I�m older than dirt. If Slutty staked me, I wouldn�t turn to dust, I�d turn to fossil!�

Willow had drawn on her panties and jeans, leaving Spike�s shirt in place. Spike just bothered with his jeans. �Spike,� Willow ventured, �Have you noticed that our jokes aren�t funny to anyone else when we first get up?�

�Yes pet, that�s because a sense of humour requires brain function. We aren�t awake enough for that yet.�

�Oh.� They walked back downstairs, hand in hand.

�What do you wankers want?� was Spike�s first question as he walked into the lounge.

Neither Giles nor Xander were ready to see the results of their interruption. It was obvious that they had intruded on something special and intimate between the couple. The new closeness between Spike and Willow was self-evident.

�Well,� Giles began, �I had a call from the council. They�re sending the psychiatrist I mentioned. They�ve chartered a Concorde, so he should be here some time tonight. It�s obvious that they�re extremely worried about the situation. They�ve also asked for your particular help, Willow. There is apparently a ritual for cases like this.�

�What does the ritual involve, Ripper?� Spike�s anxiety for his lover was obvious.

�I really don�t know, all I�m aware of, presently, is that it�s designed to make an incapacitated slayer appear dead to the spirit world, so that the next can be called.�

�So she doesn�t die?� asked Willow.

�No, but she does lose her powers, I�m afraid. Permanently.� Giles replied.

�That�s terrible. If she could get well, but needed a lot of time, that could make her permanently insane!� Willow was horrified at what the council was intending. �I will not help unless non-Council psychiatrists diagnose Buffy as incurable. And you can tell them that. Oh, while you�re at it, you can also tell them that if they try to do this ritual without me, they�ll regret it. I�ll find every last one of them and use Ethan�s spell on them. Then I�ll let Spike play.�

Giles was taken aback with Willow�s stridency, but very pleased. �Good, that was what I was hoping you�d say, although your � vehemence is somewhat surprising.�

�Giles, she may have wigged over Spike and I, but that�s a symptom of her illness, it�s not who she really is. And we should care for and protect our friends.�

Giles nodded, thinking through the possibilities. �Well, I suppose we�d better see if we can get some more concrete information from her Doctors. And they aren�t going to tell us willingly. I don�t suppose you have a truth spell locked into one of those crystals?� Giles asked, more in hope than expectation.

�No, sorry Giles. I never envisaged needing to rapid fire a truth spell. I could come with you and cast it there though.�

Giles nodded his thanks. Spike looked irritated at the decision, knowing that he would be unable to accompany them.

* * * *

The three of them walked into the Mental Health together. Giles was slightly ahead of Xander and Willow. The witch was already muttering the preliminary incantations under her breath, preparing to intone the final phrase when it was needed. She could feel her hair beginning to stand on end from the power she was holding within herself, and a remote corner of her mind hoped that it would not be noticeable.

Walking confidently to the front desk, Giles politely asked the receptionist, �We�d like to see Buffy Summers, please.�

�Are you family?�

�Not in the traditional sense.�

�Then I�m afraid I can�t allow you to see her.�

�Could we see her treating physician then?� Giles remained polite as he asked.

�I�ll try to contact Dr Barlowe.� The receptionist made it clear from her tone that she was doing them a favour. �Please take a seat.�

�Thank you.� Giles smiled.

They sat and waited. After five minutes, Willow realised that she would have to store the spell or lose it. She dug a spare crystal from her pocket and muttered over the crystal for a moment. Then she simply held it.

She leant over and whispered to Giles. �I had to store the spell. I can activate it with one spoken line, but now it�ll effect everyone within the area, not just the doctor.

Giles nodded and sighed. �We�ll just have to deal with that. I�ll also let Xander know.� He whispered back. So saying, he leant over to murmur the information to Xander.

Willow looked around the spartan waiting area, and saw nothing to distract her from her worries. She sighed and rummaged in her bag, dragging out a somewhat battered notebook. She began to write.

Giles fished a paperback out of one of his jacket pockets.

Xander looked around, then peered at what Giles was reading. �G-man, really! I didn�t think you read things like � that.�

Giles looked up at the younger man, perplexed. �Pardon?�

�Georgette Heyer. Isn�t that just a bit � y�know � girly?�

Giles sighed. �Xander, you really are an unmitigated pillock, aren�t you. Has it ever occurred to you that authors are capable of writing in more than one genre? Ms Heyer wrote some excellent pieces on Regency and Restoration history. Good scholarly monographs.�

�Well, colour me stupid.� Xander responded.

�That suggestion is perhaps the most truly redundant I�ve ever heard. Now, do be a good chap and be quiet.�

The trio waited for almost an hour before anyone came to them. None of them noticed when a man in a white coat drew near.

�You�re here about Buffy Summers?�

�Yes. Doctor Barlowe, I presume?� Giles grinned slightly at the ancient witticism.

The doctor simply nodded, and said, �Come with me, please.�

He led them to an empty conference room and ushered them inside. �How can I help you�� The doctor asked.

�It�s about Buffy, we need to know if a cure can be expected.�

�I�m afraid I can�t talk about any patient�s condition or treatment, other than to their registered next of kin.�

Willow looked at the doctor and snapped, �Consummatis Est!� dropping the crystal containing the prepared spell at his feet. She looked at Giles �I know it�s bad Latin, I didn�t want anyone invoking it by accident�

Willow smiled at the doctor. �Buffy�s my best friend. All I want to know is; will she get better?�

Dr Barlowe looked at Willow, �You know I can�t tell you anything, Ms�?�

�Rosenberg. Please, it�s not as if I�m asking for anything more than the most general prognosis.� As Willow began to babble, she attempted, mentally, to perform another spell; this one to weaken the will of the doctor. �I mean, I�ve known Buffy for over five years, ever since she moved here, and this is just so out of character for her, doctor. I wonder if it�s my fault. I almost feel like it�s a form of mea culpa!� The babbling had been a cover for her to introduce the last cadence of the spell.

�I quite understand, Ms Rosenberg. To be brutally honest, your friend will recover, but I expect it to be some months at least. Her prognosis is mediocre at best. She�ll get the best possible care here, of course, but even with that, the time taken for her to heal will be extensive.�

�Thank you, Dr Barlowe. Is there any particular term for what Buffy�s suffering from? Something I can research and learn about?�

�Technically, it�s called a �psychotic break�. She�s delusional and liable to interpret what happens in the real world through her own filters. For example, she seems to think that your boyfriend is a vampire!� He laughed heartily at such a ludicrous idea.

Willow smiled weakly. �That�s understandable. She�s teased him about being a vampire for ages. He has porphyria.� Willow felt relieved to have been able to use the excuse she had planned to use with her parents. It would make life easier.

�Oh! That�s very helpful. Thank you Ms Rosenberg, that means her delusions are nowhere as severe as we initially thought. That�s a good sign�

Willow smiled again. �Any time, doctor. Can we see her?�

�I�m afraid not, she�s in no condition to be seeing anyone, yet.�

Willow nodded. �Thank you for your time, doctor.� She led them out of the hospital

* * * *

Willow opened the door to her house, ushering Giles and Xander inside. Leading them to the living room, they saw Spike, sprawled asleep on the couch. She motioned them to sit as she walked over to the blond vampire and shook his shoulder, hard. �Wake up Spikey-wikey!�

�Huh? What did you call me?�

Willow giggled. �Something dreadful.�

Spike sighed. Then he began muttering in a stage whisper ��Meet a sane person,� they said. �Discover the joys of rational conversation,� they said.� Then he looked up at Willow and quite deliberately poked out his tongue �They never said anything about being mature.�

Willow shook her head helplessly, leant over and kissed him.

�Well, pet, what�re the tuppenny headlines saying?�

�Short version.� Willow answered �Buffy�s insane for the foreseeable future, but it is curable. From our point of view, the worst of all possible outcomes.�

Spike nodded. �Yeah, we can do without the balance being out of whack for that long. I suppose we could bust the other slayer out of gaol, but that�d crimp her style just a tad.�

�Watcher, any ideas?�

�No, Spike, I�m afraid not. And the council is going to try and force this project of theirs through.�

�You don�t know anything about the ritual, Giles?�

�No, not a blessed thing.� Giles looked careworn as he said so.

�Shit!� Everyone looked surprised at Willow�s rare use of profanity. �There�s only one option then. I�ll have to pretend to help and then sabotage the ritual. So, all we can do for now is to meet this psychiatrist, and find out what he intends to do.�

Part 11 - Internecine Warfare
The same day, mid evening

The whole group, which now consisted of Giles, Xander, Anya, Willow and Spike; waited nervously for the arrival of the chartered light aircraft at Sunnydale�s small airport. The psychiatrist and the five other council members, who�s presence they had been advised of only after their landing in Los Angeles, were already ten minutes overdue.

�Are we worried or happy they�re late?� Xander asked artlessly.

Giles looked at Xander. �Worried. If they don�t arrive, the Council is likely to act unilaterally. At least we have some chance of providing some input, if they ever get here.�

Willow looked at her lover. �You�re okay with meeting these people? They�ll probably panic in all directions.�

Spike chuckled. �Pet, I�m counting on it. Think it through a moment. A familiar voice or two, familiar accents; they relax, then, they discover who I am. They panic. That�s when we have the advantage, and you and the Watcher will need to press it home. We can�t count on Chubs for this, although he and demon-girl will be a great distraction, they�ll help to keep the council members confused.�

Giles and Xander both looked oddly at him. �Why�re you on our side?� Xander asked suspiciously.

�Simple, Chubs. Think about it for a while, then when you can�t work it out, ask Willow.�

Xander glared at the smirking vampire. �Why don�t I just knock your teeth in?� He asked, angrily.

�Because I could fend you off until you collapsed from exhaustion. And because I wouldn�t be hurting you, I wouldn�t feel a thing. Moron.� Spike grinned openly at the group, who were digesting that information.

Willow giggled. �He�s got a point Xander. About him holding you off I mean. As for why he�s on our side, Spike is pragmatic. Do you remember what Buffy told us he said when he helped her against Angel?� Xander nodded slowly as Willow continued. �Spike likes to see a balance; and the Council wants there to be no balance, only humans. They�re sort of like the Master, but in reverse. He wanted Demons to control everything. Or like Angel was without his soul. He wanted to make the world part of Hell.�

An aircraft making its landing approach interrupted any further discussion. They watched as the door opened and the collapsible ladder extended. As they had expected, six people debarked the aircraft; four men and two women. All appeared middle aged and all were dressed with the typical Council conservativeness that served as a uniform for its members.

They walked towards the waiting Scooby gang. Taking notice of, and speaking only to Giles, they introduced themselves. Dr Peter Maugham, the Council�s consultant psychiatrist; Rochelle Geraldson (DD, Oxon), advisor to the Council�s ritual team; and the team members Marcus Adair, Sarah Trescothick, Nigel Featherstonehaugh-�that�s pronounced Fanshaw�-and George Menzies.

�Mr Giles, could I suggest that we perhaps repair to the hotel accommodation to discuss these issues privately?� The implication that the Council members wished to speak with Giles alone was clear as Maugham made his request.

�No, we�re a team. Where one goes, we all go. Is that clear � Doctor?� Giles delivery was flat and emotionless; it was also delivered in the North London street accent that Willow associated with Ripper.

Maugham nodded. Very well, could you at least introduce me to your � associates?�

Giles smiled. �Certainly.� He gestured to his right. �This is Mr Alexander Harris, known as Xander, and his partner, Anya, formerly Anyanka, vengeance demon on behalf of women scorned in love. And here,� said Giles, moving his hand across his body to indicate the other pair, �are Miss Willow Rosenberg and her partner, Mr William T. Blood.�

The vampire smirked at the group of council members, who were obviously trying to make a connection with his name. He decided to have some fun. The blond vampire moved forward menacingly. �People call me Spike.� He smiled mirthlessly as he spoke. �Anyway, shouldn�t we be getting you safe inside? It�s dark now, and you know what these creatures of the night are like.� He ushered them to the waiting cars as they began to realise who he was.

Spike, Giles and Xander got the thoroughly confused Council members into the waiting cars before they could protest. With Spike and Giles driving, they took their guests not to the expected hotel accommodation, but to Willow�s parents house, the largest private home to which they had access. Secure in the knowledge that her parents would not return for some time, they could interview their guests at length while they were still disoriented and jetlagged.

�But this isn�t our hotel!� Maugham was obviously the leader of the group, and he registered the complaint on their behalf. �Why are we here?�

�Simple� Giles answered, still in Ripper mode. �Because we decided. Now, please go inside. I promise no harm will come to you, if you go inside.� He pointed at Spike, now with his game face on. �I�m bloody hungry,� he growled. �If you don�t get in there, I�ll have to have a snack. Or two.�

With that motivation, the six entered Willow�s house. As they did so, Willow demanded any cell phones and beeper systems they had. �I�m sorry we have to do this,� she said, � but we need to talk to you, and we also need to be sure that we won�t be interrupted.�

�But that�s William the Bloody!� Menzies squawked.

�Yes, that�s him alright.� Willow sighed as she looked at Spike. �And isn�t he delicious?�

�He�s one of the most monstrous creatures in history, Miss Rosenberg. The term delicious isn�t one I would apply to him.�

�Don�t you think that�s a little racist, Mr Menzies?�

�Pardon?� Menzies looked very confused. So did the other guests.

�He�s a soul-less demon! Why is he here?� Adair demanded

�That�s the racism showing, Mr Adair. How do you determine worth? It appears that you insist on a soul; but even in the one case of a demon with a soul, Angel, you refused to help him when he was poisoned. That�s racism. You discriminated against him because of his demon-ness.�

�Your personal ethics, however, aren�t the issue at the moment. Although I wish I had still had my powers when you refused Angel help,� Anya interjected, �I would�ve had a field day with the whole Council to torture.� She smiled, somewhat reminiscently at the thought. �We want to talk about your plans for Buffy.� So saying she went outside.

�There�s nothing to discuss. I will assess her, and if, in my opinion, she is incapacitated, we will perform the ritual.� Maugham said coldly.

�I�m afraid there is a lot to discuss, Dr Maugham,� Willow said flatly. �For example, Anya is currently searching your belongings for the ritual. When she finds it, I�ll examine it.� Willow spoke in a very emotionless, controlled manner, but Spike could sense her underlying fury. Her pheromones told him that she was ready to kill these people.

�Please,� Giles interrupted. �You must understand that these people are concerned for their friend. So am I for that matter. Now, what are the likely repercussions if you perform the ritual on Buffy while she�s unstable?�

�I�m not going to discuss that, Giles.� Maugham�s omission of the courtesy title was an obvious insult.

�Y�know Watcher, I�m beginning to get hungry again.� Spike contributed to the round-robin interrogation that was going on.

�Er, Spike, we can�t learn anything if you eat them.� Xander observed.

�Let me make one thing clear, Doctor Maugham. We have the power here, not you. If we have to, we will resort to whatever means may be necessary. And also don�t forget that Spike would be more than willing to turn you, and then dust you as soon as your vampiric self emerged. Hence no evidence of your ever being here.� Giles smiled as he delivered the ultimate threat in the same sort of pleasant voice that he normally reserved for speaking to favoured customers in his store.

Maugham paled. �You would betray your sacred trust? There are casualties in war. Miss Summers is such a casualty. And misplaced affection towards her weakens us all.�

�Sacred trust my arse!� Spike snarled. �You�re casually talking about rending away everything that defines that poor chit, and you talk about sacred bloody trust? Mate, you wouldn�t know sacred if it walked up and bit you on the balls. I hate the slayer, but compared to you lot, she�s almost human. Fuck it Ripper, just kill the cunts. I wouldn�t sully my teeth with vermin like that.� Spike�s fury was not feigned. He simply could not tolerate the arrogance of the six Council members.

Willow looked at Maugham. �I want you to listen very carefully, doctor, because I won�t repeat myself. Buffy will recover, given enough time. If you perform the ritual, however, you will leave her permanently insane. I will not permit that.�

Maugham laughed. �You won�t permit it? Little girl, run away and play with your dollies.�

Willow sighed. She took out a crystal and threw it at Featherstonehaugh. She shouted �Mea Lumen, Mea lux!� and the crystal burst. In the place Featherstonehaugh used to be was a cockroach. �Now, Maugham,� she said to the horrified psychiatrist, �If that ritual goes ahead, either by you and your people here, or by the council in England, that little demonstration will be the least of your worries. Now, are you going to be good and go home, or am I going to grind Mr Featherstonehaugh into paste?�

She looked over as Geraldson fainted. �It seems that Ms Geraldson wants to take us seriously. Incidentally, can you refund the thirty dollars it will cost me to buy another crystal?� Willow gestured negligently and Featherstonehaugh returned to his human form.

Maugham looked at the redhead, stunned by her quiet confidence. She seemed to think she really could control the situation.

Anya returned with several briefcases. �All the magical material and books are in these, Giles. Where should I put them?�

�Oh, take them into the kitchen, Willow can examine them later.�

Maugham paled again, something which the whole gang noticed. �I think I should examine those cases now.� Willow said flatly. �I may need your help Giles. The others can keep an eye on our � guests. Anya,� she spoke to the girl as she returned, �you know what to look for if they start to cast spells. If anyone tries, hit them and yell.�

Anya nodded, glaring at the six unwilling guests.

Spike grinned over at Anya. �Can I ask you something? I think you should search them for the usual nasty toys.�

�Good idea. Xander, you and Spike guard the doors.� Anya started to give orders, and the two men nodded. �Right, all of you. Strip. Now.�

Spike chuckled. �You�re going to enjoy this aren�t ya?�

�Well, duh! Of course. I always wanted to know if I was a dominatrix with anyone other than Xander.�

Spike grinned and looked at six horrified faces. �You better do as she asks. I can just see her dragging a buggy whip out, or perhaps something really nasty.�

The unwilling guests all looked shocked, and slowly began to remove their clothes. They realised that the situation was now totally out of their control, and all six were thoroughly intimidated.

Xander looked at them as they removed their clothing. �I don�t care what you all say, this time I�m not doing the cavity searches.� Chuckling, he leant against the door, appreciating the terrified looks on the faces of the Council members.

When the six had removed their clothes, Anya collected and searched through them carefully. She found several vials of holy water, some crosses and also some odourless garlic. When she was certain that there was nothing useful left, she threw the clothes back at the council members, telling them to get dressed again.

�Spike! Ring Angel! Now!� Willow shrieked from the kitchen.

�Anya, cover this door.� Spike ordered as he moved to the phone.

�Pet, what am I meant to say?� Spike called back.

�Nothing just tell him to wait until I can get there and take the call.�

Spike dialed the number, and waited. He heard the ringing tone indicating a connection. Eventually, a groggy voice answered �What?�

�Peaches. Willow needs to talk to you. She asked me to get you and keep you here �til she can get to the phone. Also mate, don�t fall asleep. You snore.�

Willow came into the room, and took the phone from Spike. �Angel, listen carefully. Get out, take Cordy, Wes and Gunn with you, come here. Do it now. I�ll fill you in when you get here. It�s an emergency. I don�t have time to explain now, just � what? That vision is probably related to what I�ve been saying Angel. Just get here.�

Willow hung the phone up and glared at the council members. �I found your instructions, all of them.�

Maugham paled noticeably; he knew things were certainly not looking good.

Willow was literally shaking with rage, and she handed the papers to Giles without any further comment.

As Giles read the document, his face lost all of its statement and colour. �What precisely are the Council thinking?� He asked coldly.

�What should have been done years ago.�

�These are orders for a team to kill all the members of Angel Investigations! And also to kill Buffy and everyone here, except Spike, but you didn�t know about him. You�re talking about cold-blooded murders. Even discounting Angel, you�re still planning the deaths of eight human beings.�

�If we fail, others will also come. So why extend the agony.� Maugham�s haughty voice carried conviction.

Willow looked at Maugham. �I really don�t like you. I�m sure that between us, we�ll come up with an idea to deal with the rest of the Council. But, I wonder, what would be an appropriate death for you?�

Xander and Giles looked shocked at Willow�s coldness, while Spike and Anya exchanged a knowing glance. Neither was particularly surprised at her potential for vengeance.

Giles looked up. Speaking to everyone he said, �It�s apparent that the council has decided that they want control of the slayer. They consider Buffy to be a rogue, along with anyone associated with her. They�re trying to return to the old ways.�

�Willow, are you willing to cast another truth spell, and a will weakening spell?�

�I can probably do both, although it would knock me out. Anya, are you capable of doing one?�

Anya shook her head. �No. I�m really sorry, but I don�t have the strength, or the ability.�

�Giles?� Asked Willow.

�I can try, but I can�t guarantee anything.� The watcher replied.

�Okay. I guess I better cast the truth spell, while you do the will weakening one. That way, if you fail, we can at least guarantee that whatever they say will be truthful. And I�m sure Ripper would encourage them to chat nicely if he has to.�

Giles nodded. �Yes, I�m rather afraid that there is no time for niceties. I suppose we should get started.�

Willow nodded, and looked at the six terrified council members. She began the chant for her spell as Giles watched. He was impressed by her growing abilities, in particular her skill at working without the usual impedimenta of spell casting. As she completed the incantation, he began, working from the redhead�s spell book. He cast more slowly, and used the candles and incense required, but eventually he also finished.

�Now, how to test it.� Giles mused aloud. �I know.� As he chuckled, it wasn�t Rupert, but pure Ripper. He leant forward and murmured a simple question to Maugham; to which Maugham answered yes. �Both spells have worked, so let�s begin.�

Some simple questioning quickly resolved any underlying doubts about the goals of the council members. It was, however, the goal of only a small coterie within the council, who, as a whole, knew nothing of the plans and orders issued to Maugham.

Giles looked up, and asked �Spike, can you make a rope coffle?�

�Yeah, Ripper, dead easy.�

�Right, do that and then we�ll need to talk, away from prying eyes.�

After Spike had restrained the six, he joined the others in the kitchen. Giles began to speak again, outlining a plan. �Because a small group in the council are operating unilaterally, all we need to do is to advise the majority of what�s happening. They may condone what Willow called racism, but I don�t think most of the council would actively attempt to kill a slayer, unless she was truly dangerous. Even Faith they only ever intended to capture, not kill.

�Now, as for the � disposition of our guests; I�m afraid I have no idea at all. Their passports are legally stamped, so we can�t turn them over to Immigration; and I can�t really accept cold-blooded murder, even if they could. Any suggestions?�

�Turn them over to D�Hoffryn?� Anya proposed. �I�m sure he could use some slaves, for eternity.� She smiled maliciously as she spoke.

Spike looked at Xander. �Never piss her off, mate.� He chuckled.

�Oh, I have no intention. None at all. Ever.�

�How about taking them down to Willie�s and auctioning them off as snack food?� Spike suggested. �What? At least we�d make a couple of quid!�

�I could turn them all into �roaches.� Willow offered brightly.

�I think the council may frown on us somewhat if we kill or transmogrify everyone,� Giles observed. �I suppose I could ask the council what to do with them when we contact them. Yes, I think that�s the best idea. As soon as Angel arrives, I�ll call the council.�

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