Chapter twenty-two Spike checked his watch...again, and felt like smashing something when he noticed that it had only been ten minutes since the last time he looked. Aria was still passed out on the floor, and he didn�t want to move yet, he wanted to let the poor girl get as much rest as she could. He had a feeling that it wasn�t going to be easy getting her out of the house. �I�m so bloody bored. Where the hell is Willow?� Spike picked up the phone, not patient enough to wait out the entire hour to call. Pushing the redial number her waited for a moment and was rewarded with Willow�s voice. �Hello?� �Red where the Hell have you been? Why did you make me carry this phone if you�re not going to answer when I call?� Spike needed to yell at someone to lessen his frustration, and Willow was the poor chit on the receiving end. �What�s wrong?� �What�s wrong? What�s wrong you ask!? Let me tell you shit just really hit the fan here.� Spike stood and started pacing. �Is Douglass okay?� He could hear voices in the background asking the redhead questions all at once. Good, at least he wasn�t the only one worrying here. �She�s not hurt...But let me tell you she�s not herself. There was something slipped to her that has her all hot and bothered over the lawyer.� �Huh?� �Aphrodisiac is my guess. I tried to pry her off Lindsey and she scratched my face pretty bad. They left about forty-five minutes ago.� �You let her leave with her. I�m going to stake your sorry ass!� Willow screamed over the phone. He could her a shuffle and then Angel�s voice came over the line. �What happened?� Spike sighed, �Long story short, I think Douglass was given an Aphrodisiac, she was licking her way up Lindsey the last time I saw her. She attacked me when I tried to get her to come with me. I think that Lilah had something to do with it� �Shit.� �Oh no it gets better. I decided to do another round of the house to see if I could get someone to let me in. Heard this whipping sound coming from a second story window. I climbed up a trellis-.� �You climbed a trellis?� �Yes...The chit�s father was beating her with his belt, buckle first. Seems he thinks that his little girl knows stuff about us, mostly about Douglass and Lindsey, and she wont tell him anything.� Spike continued with how he got the girl to let him in the room, and that she was now passed out. �You stayed.� Angel asked in disbelief. �Of course I did.� �You were scared of what Willow and Douglass would do to you if they found out you left her there huh?� �Shut up wanker. I�m stuck now. I can�t take her out the window, and can�t carry her because of her back. I would also  rule out walking, since she can barely crawl.� �So do you have a plan to get her out of there?� Spike paused in shock. This was the first time the poof had ever asked for his advice on anything. For over one hundred years the bloody Poof had always just demanded. �I was thinking that Red could mix up some smelly herbal stuff to help Aria with the pain. Big bonus if it�ll knock her out. Then we can get her out the window. But you need to hurry, if her father shows up I can�t do anything to protect her.� There was a long pause as Angel talked to Willow, �We�ll be there as soon as we can. What window?� Spike gave them directions and hung up the phone. Now he had to wait again. He hated all this waiting. He could still hear voices coming from downstairs. Which was a good thing. As soon as his back-up arrived, he was going to hunt Lilah down and get some answers. If it meant dragging her to his Grandsire to make her talk. �What�d I�d do to get this damn metal piece out of my head. Then I�d show these pathetic humans who was the Big Bad.� Spike puffed out his chest and sauntered across the room. He stopped besides the sleeping girl and wondered how Douglass was doing.

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