[Spike/Whoever wants to jump in] Near death

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The next thing Faith knew, she was being thrown into a motel room door. She could barely keep her eyes open right now, they wanted to shut so bad. She wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. Everything hurt so bad, every bone in her body felt like it was broken. Angelus had been so hopped up on the damned slayer blood that she hadn't had a chance. Honestly she didn't have a clue how long they'd been fighting for in reality. To her it had seemed like a lifetime. She knew for sure that several of her ribs were broken. Her nose might be broken too, one of her arms didn't feel right, a dislocated shoulder, and her right cheekbone felt like it'd been shattered. She had blood and bruises all over her. The worst part?

The bite on her neck. She had drained her almost completely, she felt utterly dead right now. Between the pain and the loss of blood she couldn't even hardly see straight. Everything kept fading in and out of darkness and her eyelids were so heavy. She hit the motel room with a loud thud, slumping down on to the concrete walkway in front of the door. She sincerely hoped that no one walked by and seen her. She didn't feel like going to the hospital or dealing with any cops. Cops in general made her nervous. Plus, hello, she was a convicted felon that had escaped from jail. Granted she was good now but law enforcement didn't give a shit about that. According to them, she was still a terrible person and a criminal. Sometimes she wondered if they were right in their thinking.

Within the room she was outside of, she heard people walking about. More than likely they were coming to see what he commotion was about. Angelus was already gone as far as she could tell. He was more of a hit and run kind of guy. It pissed her off to know that he'd gotten the best of her. If she hadn't been serving as a message she knew she'd be dead right now. Hell, she was wondering if she'd die anyways. Her neck was spouting out blood and she didn't have the strength to reach her hand up and try to stop it right now. She barely had the strength to keep her eyes open, let alone put one on her neck and hold it there tightly.

This whole situation was embarrassing. She was embarrassed that not only had she lost, but she'd lost so terribly. Here she was almost passed out on the floor, a large bite spurting blood on her neck, countless broken bones and blood and bruises all over the place. Some blood from her neck was sticking to her hair, pissing her off, though she couldn't reach up a hand to remove it. She hoped that it wasn't Buffy that came to the door. She knew it would be hard to see what Angelus had done, what he was capable of. Luckily for her she heard the door open and moved her eyes, slowly, to see who it was. To her surprise, it was Spike who stood above her.



Tag: Spike & Whoever else wants to jump in (Willow/Kathy/Buffy)
Word Count: 538
Outfit: Click!
Notes: Spike opened the door to see her, hope you don't mind. Now Britt mentioned that Kathy and Will might be sleeping in the other room? OR you guys can jump in? I don't care which, the more the merrier

[williamspikepratt]

Temperature was an interesting thing for Vampires. As Spike hung half out the room’s window, he could tell that the wind still was blowing, making the night air seem much more chilled than it was, but Spike didn’t care. The smoke from his cigarette wafted away in the breeze, and Spike simply stared into the blinding white streetlamps in the parking lot, not caring if the smell of smoke would linger in the room afterwards. After he had taken Dawn from the graveyard, he returned here, trying to look innocent as he stood outside the door, not being able to get back in. It annoyed Willow to have to take down her ward and recast it, and she had scolded him for leaving the motel room without telling anyone. But if they knew that the reason why Spike left in the first place was to go find a fight he could win, they would have never let him leave. He crushed the cigarette on the windowsill and flicked the remains outside.

He still stared out into the blackness, wondering if everything was really alright. Spike was pretty sure that Dawn was safe now, and that Willow and Kathy were in the bedroom. They might be sleeping by now, but Spike wasn’t sure, he thought he heard them talking a bit as well. The other thing Spike didn’t know was where Buffy went off to. She could have been still dealing with the apartment or maybe she was out looking for Angelus. Maybe she had somehow snuck by Spike, since he was suddenly and undeniably exhausted. The blonde vampire rubbed his eyes. He didn’t sleep all that much anymore, but perhaps an hour of rest would make him feel better.

Spike shut the window and was about to flop down on the couch when he recognized a peculiar scent. He rushed to the door, knowing what he smelt was Slayer’s blood. At first, all he could think about was Buffy. That she had let her emotions cloud her judgment and she hadn’t gone all out and that Spike was going to find her corpse on the other side of the door. He threw open the door, and the scent of blood seemed to take over his head for a second, making him a bit dizzy. Spike looked down, and there was Faith, who he had seen probably not more than two hours ago. She was wrecked, nearly dead. There was no other way to describe it. The sight made chills creep all over Spike’s skin. The demon within him reveled at the sight of so much blood, while his soul quaked. Faith’s eyes lolled towards the door. She was still conscious.

”Faith,” Spike whispered, her name coming out breathy and with a hint of panic. After a second of deliberation, he stuck his hand out pass the door and retracted it. It seemed that he would be okay if most of him stayed on the right side of the doorway. He stretched his arm out and grabbed her hand. With a grunt he dragged her body towards him a bit until he could get his arms under her shoulders and knees. It probably hurt her like hell, but Spike needed to get her in here now, not wait for Willow to dispel her barrier. Once Spike was sure he had a steady hold, he lifted her up. She was like a ragdoll. He brought her inside and, pushing the coffee table away with his foot, gently laid her on the couch. ”Don’t even try to move,” Spike warned her, even though it looked impossible for her to do so.

The vampire set off to gather things, every towel and washcloth from the bathroom, a mug of warm water, the Jack Daniels and a shot glass from his black duffel. The others might have come to see what was happening, but Spike wasn’t focusing on that. He set these things down on the displaced coffee table and sat on the ground beside the Slayer. The first order of business would be her neck. He gingerly brushed the wet, matted hair back and saw Angelus’ bite. He hadn’t left two neat holes; he had been an animal, ripping the Slayer’s veins apart. The blood still dripped from the wound, driving Spike’s demon half crazy. But his soul was enough to have him place a towel on the injury and hold it in place.

With his other hand, he unscrewed the whiskey bottle and poured a shot. With what little resources they had, alcohol was probably the best pain reliever Spike could offer the Slayer. He brought the shot glass to Faith’s lips, using the glass’ rim to part them slightly. ”Drink up, sexy,” Spike said, tipping the shot into her mouth. His thumb was already resting on her throat, due to holding the towel on her neck, and he slowly stroked his thumb downwards to assist her to swallow the burning liquor. ”And another,” Spike drawled his words out and repeated the process, hoping that it really was the best thing to do. As far as he could tell, Faith still looked like she was on death’s door. Spike began to observe all of her injuries, ”We’re gonna let that stew for a bit. And then we’re gonna take care of your shoulder.”

Of course, Spike lied. Only a second later, both of his hands went to her shoulders and with a crack, he popped the joint back in. That would probably make her scream bloody murder. But it was better for it to be unexpected than to have her tense up in anticipation. That’s what Spike had always known whenever he had to reset his own joints. ”Sorry, love. No more of that right now, I promise,” Spike murmured, his face grim. He gave a little seethe, wondering if she was more stable like this or not.

TAGS: Faith, et. all
WORD COUNT: 985
NOTES: I had so much muse for this post, you have no idea 0w0.

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It felt like slowly she was falling into unconsciousness. Everything around her became harder to focus on, her eyes were barely even able to remain open. Her eyes tried her best to look up at Spike but for some reason, she just couldn't really see him. The only reason she'd really known it was him was the outline of the bleached blonde hair she'd seen and all black attire. It took him a minute before he even seemed to move, more than likely he was a bit shocked at the scene before him. It was almost like something straight out of a movie. The girl bloodied and bruised, used as a message. If only she had something super witty to say right now. Well, if she could talk anyways, she wasn't sure if she could at the moment.

Her body seemed to feel numb, though she could see him grabbing her hand. As he began to drag her she realized she wasn't completely numb. Her back dragged against the concrete walkway and she groaned in pain quite loudly the entire way until he finally let her go. When he picked her up into his arms her body went completely limp, just allowing all of her weight to fall onto him. She didn't weigh much at all and he was a vampire, so she didn't think he'd mind. Her head laid back against the arm rest of the couch, on top of one of the pillows that had been on it. Does it look like I want to move?" she managed to croak out. It had taken a lot of strength to choke out any words at all, let alone laugh. So when a small chuckle came from her she moaned as it killed her ribs to do so. She would regret that later. Hell, she regretted it the second she had done it.

The slayer heard movement around her and it appeared that Spike was moving about. He gathered supplies on the table from what she could hear; she didn't lift her head to look at the moment. Simply lifting her head seemed like an impossible task at the moment. Every bone and every muscle in her body was in agonizing pain. As soon as the vampire touched the wound on her neck she winced. Sharp pains went through her neck that seemed to reach all the way down her spine. Feeling the soft fabric of a towel against her neck, she tried to relax the most humanly possible in the given situation.

Feeling glass touch her lips, she parted them just a bit further to allow the liquid in. The familiar burning sensation in her throat made her realize that it was alcohol he was giving her. The sweetness of his thumb on her throat helped it ease all the way down until she felt it in her chest. It would hopefully help with the pain, though she doubted it would take it away. At this point the only thing that could completely make it disappear was magic, in her opinion. Again he poured her another and she did the same thing, welcoming it with ease. The burning in her throat was a nice distraction from the real pain she was experiencing. It was not only a distraction but a familiar feeling at that. For this, she was glad with his choice.

Hearing his words she felt like she should nod in response but she couldn't gather the strength. Her head seemed to way about a thousand pounds right now, as did her eyelids. She felt them slowly drooping shut as she tried to lull herself into a sleep. Considering her injuries, she just hoped she didn't lull herself into a coma. One coma was definitely enough for one lifetime. Her eyes slowly began to close as she felt the darkness approaching. It seemed to slowly be creeping in on her. Everything around her began to fade away, including Spike himself. She welcomed the darkness as it came to her.

Just before she had gone into complete unconsciousness, she felt a deafening pain as her shoulders were cracked back into place. Instinctively she yelled out in pain in response, her eyes widening and opening completely to stare at him in awe. "Fuck"

[/color] she managed to spit out, her shoulders aching from the stress. She knew that it had needed to be done but she just wished she'd been prepared for the pain. At that moment it seemed to just fly through her entire body. She seemed very uneasy now as she watched him, waiting for her to do something else to her. Slightly pulling away from him she only looked at him, her eyes painfully disappointed.

Not disappointed in him but rather in herself. Tonight she hadn't even been looking for Angelus. Surprisingly enough he hadn't been looking for her either, which she suspected had been a good thing at first. Unfortunately for her he had gotten the best of her. Angelus had drank the blood of five slayers, and it had showed. His speed and strength seemed unnatural, even for a vampire of his age. She hated to know that he had been able to put her down so fast. In the back of her mind, she knew it probably wasn't her fault, but she didn't care. As far as she was concerned it was a bit embarrassing. She had wanted to be the one to bring him home and hand him over to Willow to be re-ensouled. Instead, she was lying her barely breathing with more injuries than she could count. Sometimes she was surprised to see how things turned out. She damned those people that thought that everything happened for a reason. What possible reason could there be for this? Had she not been doing well on her path to redemption?

She bit her lip as she attempted to turn into him and look into his eyes, not quite being able to turn around fully. As her brown eyes met his own, she only glared at him.

"I'm going to kick your ass"[/color] she told him spitefully, barely able to work up enough breath to speak.[/color]



Tag: Spike & Whoever else wants to jump in (Willow/Kathy/Buffy)
Word Count: 1,056
Outfit: Click!
Notes: Apparently I had quite a bit of muse for this as well! And the other's decided not to jump in, so it's just us for now.[/center]

[williamspikepratt]

Spike had known that popping her shoulder back into place without telling her was going to make her mad, but he was slightly off-put by her staring daggers back at him and pulling away from him. Well, it’s not like he could have just left it there like that. Spike stared back at her, his head tilted to one side and his lips slightly pursed, effectively saying as much with a glance. He then rolled his eyes and looked away for a second, a gesture that read ‘Well, whatever, then. I’m sorry.’

”Aww. Who’s a menacing little Slayer?” Spike cooed at her when she threatened to beat the hell out of him. She might have been a mess, but Spike was at heart still a clever bastard and he wasn’t above trading snarky remarks with her despite her state. Perhaps it was better bedside manner to be sweeter, but Faith and he were far from sweet together,”I think you meant to say ‘Thank you, Mr. Spike for making sure I don’t bleed out.’”

The falsetto fell out of his voice as Spike continued, just a touch more pleasant in his tone, ”Maybe in a few days, I’ll let you win against me in a fight,” After all, in a few days, not only would Faith be healed, due to her Slayer powers, but this whole Angelus thing would have blown over.

But he knew exactly what she was going through. Pretty much every feeling she must have been feeling right then, Spike went through right after his crushing defeat at the hands of Angelus. Difference was that his body healed up next to a grocer’s dumpster and when he showed up at here, per Buffy’s request, no one patted him on the head or dressed his wounds. Hell, no one even asked him if he was okay, despite them knowing he had crossed paths with Angelus. You think the dried blood on his forehead and the stake-sized hole in his shirt right next to his heart might have been cause for concern, but no. The hubbub was all about Angel, and Spike had to be the one to comfort them. Despite that, Spike felt obligated to be the strong one in that situation. That’s what he was sort of doing here with Faith, as well as giving her the care that he had lacked. Also, preventing her from dying would be good too.

That long diatribe in his head reminded him of that ruined shirt and Spike stepped away for a second to grab it. He returned and began to tear it into ragged little bandages and proceeded to wrap one around the Slayer’s neck with the towel as makeshift gauze. Spike tied it as best he could and made sure it wouldn’t slip around so much. He then went back to the whiskey. The pain she felt was probably not going to be even slightly dulled by two shots.

”More,” Spike said as a way to inform her that he wanted to have her take another shot. He poured the drink past her lips, watching for signs that she needed his help, ”Way you are, you’ll probably need at least four more of these,” Spike didn’t know if he was really joking or not. It just seemed likely that Faith was not a lightweight.

The next shot Spike poured for himself and downed it quickly. He probably deserved it and one drink would be enough to curb the cravings the one half of him felt looking at all this Slayer blood without making his judgment slip from being drunk. He moved to the other end of the couch and pulled Faith’s boots off, before glancing back up to look her in the eye, ”If anything really hurts, moan or something.” Spike then proceeded to check her for fractures and other grievous injuries, beginning with her feet.

His hands traced up her legs, the right, and then the left. Next, a quick touch to her hips, and up her waist. Spike was particularly careful around her ribs, which he was sure that Angelus had made a go at, as well as the shoulder he had just fixed. After checking her arms and her clavicle, he totaled the broken bone count at seven, including all of her ribs as one group of fractures. She also had several cuts and large bruises up and down her body, though it seemed like the cuts had more or less stopped bleeding so heavily. Spike had tried to be thorough but efficient with his inspection. He didn’t need to raise Faith’s ire anymore by making her think that he was feeling her up. Spike left again and began to dig through a closet right outside the bedroom. He was rewarded with a set of bedding for the couch and brought out the sheet set and the blanket.

After tearing apart the pillow case to make a long, solid bandage, he returned to Faith and gently lifted her torso up. One of his hands at the small of her back was enough leverage to pull the torn pillow case under her, and soon afterwards, Spike had softly let her back down with the bandage properly tucked around her. He couldn’t help but notice the slenderness of her frame and how frail she seemed right then. It amazed him that such a slip of a thing could take out vampires just like Spike.

Spike sat down again, grabbed one of the bathroom’s washcloths and dipped it in the warm water and began to clean the blood off of the Slayer’s face as tenderly as he could. He wondered if she would find this too patronizing, but he didn’t really care. She couldn’t move to stop him and she could barely make threats. ”That thing I said in the graveyard,” Spike voice was low and dark as he referenced their previous meeting where he had asked the slayer if she thought she could take Angelus, ”It wasn’t a dare for you to go out and find him,” Spike stared at her for a second more before beginning to work the bloody mats out of her hair with the washcloth and his fingers.

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TAGS: Faith, et. all
WORD COUNT:1,034
NOTES: ~

[Willow Danielle Rosenberg]

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Willow was holding the love of her life Tara Amber Maclay, she love her more then anything in the world. Actually the world didn’t mean anything with out her in it, Willow had been miserable with out her and felt lost. Which is why Willow told her how she felt and they were back together. They had worked out there problems and Willow was going to back off on magic for a bit, even quit for good if she has too. Tara meant so much more then magic did. Willow and Tara had just woken up after a long night of cuddling together, they were up getting ready to start there day. They had just gotten done getting dress and were about ready to head down stairs to tell the rest of the gang the great news about them. Willow knew Dawn was going to be so happy when she found out. Willow had turned just for a minute to grab something on her dresser and when she heard someone speak, it was a very familiar like voice that Willow didn’t like to hear.

But when she did she knew right away who is was, when she turned she was right on who it was too. Man had she wished she has been wrong for once. It was Angelus himself standing there with his hands around Tara’s neck. “Angelus what are you doing here? Let go of her!” Willow asked with a mean like grin on her face. “I thought we took care of you for good.” Angelus gave Willow that smirk like he always does telling Willow. “No sorry Red you can get rid of me that easy, you should know that by now. You see I came to see Buffy for a snack but she is not here, so I guess your little girlfriend here will have to do.” Angelus grabbed on to Tara neck drinking the blood from it. When Willow ran up to stop him he had pushed Willow off of him and she went falling to the floor. She didn’t know why but she was powerless in stopping him, her magic wasn’t working it was gone. Then after he was done with a smile on his face, he had broken Tara’s neck killing her as she fell to the floor. “Tara Baby No!”

Then just like that Willow had woken from the bad dream screaming, she knew that she must have been worried with everything going on to have a dream like that to were she couldn’t even use her magic. Willow has never not been able to use magic, if that was real she would have gotten Tara away from him at lest. Willow was so worried about what he could do to all of them to the point that all her good Tara dream were even bad, and Willow hated that because he dreams were all she had of Tara. but that’s what Angelus does he puts the group in fear to the point they cant live life, especially in Buffy.

Willow knew she had needed to get up she wasn’t suppose to even be sleeping, she needed to be up watching the room looking out for Kathy. She knew that Buffy was going to kill her if she saw her a sleep. Willow then got up out of the chair and when she did there was Spike and Faith, poor Faith had looked as though she had take quite a beating. Willow ran over to see what was wrong, she gave spike a look of confusion before looking back a at Faith and asking. “What is going on here, Faith Spike were you guys fight again because now is not the time.”

Word Count- 620
Tagged- Spike, Buffy and Kathy
Outfit- Click to see Willow's out that she change into
Note-LOVE THIS THREAD! Let me know if i need to change it, I asked and Kasey said I could mod for Angelus

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Now she was pissed. Her shoulder would eventually feel better but as of right now it was officially killing her. Even though all he'd done was put it back into place, it felt like it was now broken instead of just dislocated. She was acting a bit immature by acting angry over what he'd done, she knew she should of been thankful. For this reason alone she slid back over to where he was closer to her again, after she'd pulled away she'd been pressed up the back of the couch. Once she was close to him again she gave him a look as if asking for forgiveness of her childish attitude. She hadn't meant it, it had just hurt like hell.


Hearing his coo to her she only gave him the look of death. They certainly enjoyed the witty banter between the both of them. It was entertaining at the least and he was making her feel a lot better. Maybe not physically but at least he was taking her mind off of the injuries she was suffering from. "Don't test me, Spike, unlike B I actually will follow up on my threats." Of course this accusation was false, as he could probably tell. She wasn't going to ever fight him unless he really gave her a reason to. She didn't have any beef with the vampire. In actuality, she really did usually enjoy his company. Granted right now was a lot different then usual but still.

A small chuckle erupted from the slayer at his next comment. She had to admit she was rather enjoying their comments to each other and spending time with him in general. The way they were spending time was a bit unorthodox but she was enjoying it all the same. "You were just trying to cop a feel, don't lie"

[/color] she said with a small laugh. As she laughed she felt her ribs send a shooting pain through her body to which she grabbed her side with a grimace. Looking back to him though, she looked into his eyes intensely. "Seriously though...thank you"[/color] she told him, her eyes locked onto his and not wanting to avert from them one bit. Even though she might be giving him hell and arguing with him back and forth, she really did appreciate what he'd done for her.

Honestly if he hadn't picked her up and brought her inside so quickly, she might have died outside of the hotel door. Heh, him win against a fight with her? She highly doubted that he could beat her if she was fully healed and feeling great. She was a dirty fighter at times and so was he so their fight would be interesting to say the least. When he walked away and came back with a bloody, torn up shirt, she noticed the hole in it. It was a plain black t-shirt so she assumed it had been Spike's. Even though he looked completely fine, it seemed as if he'd had a run in with Angelus himself. It was strange to say the least. "Have a little run in with him yourself?"[/color] she asked curiously. That would have definitely been an interesting fight to watch. She would have loved to sit on the sidelines with a box of popcorn for that one.

Next he gingerly began to rip up the shirt and make little bandages out of them. She smirked a bit as she watched just how easy he was with her, it was just so sweet. Granted Faith didn't ever use that word so when she did she really meant it. After he was done with some of the bandaging he brought the whiskey back to her lips. She drank it quickly, though it hurt quite a bit going down. A little bit of it ran down her lips onto her neck. She wiped it off of her mouth, a bit embarrassed at how weak she was right now. "At least four, I feel like death."[/color] If it wasn't for Spike, she could have very well been dead. The situation in it's entirety was ironic. A vampire bandaging up and caring for a vampire slayer, the girl created to kill him and his kind. It was strange and yet not the strangest thing she'd ever seen, or would see in the future.

She watched him drink one next, which made her feel a bit better. Now she had only drank three or four shots, she couldn't remember the exact number, but she hoped they would kick in soon. She knew it wouldn't completely eradicate the pain but she hoped it'd at least dull it a bit. Her eyes followed him closely as he moved to take off her boots and begin carefully inspecting her. She nodded to his instruction to make noise if he was hurting her. For now he was fine so she only watched him. His hands moved all the way up her body checking for breaks and cuts. His hands were gentle as not to hurt her. When he touched one of her knees, she winced a bit but tried not to be too dramatic about it. As he met her waist she could tell he was trying to be easy because of her ribs. However, she still had to moan slightly. Gentle or not it fucking hurt, she knew several of them had to be broken if not completely shattered.

As he tried to lift her, she attempted to not make herself entirely dead weight. She probably hadn't even made a difference but at least she'd tried, right? She tried to fake a smile as he lifted her, though in the end she ended up moaning quite loudly. It had hurt like hell, she couldn't help it! After her stomach was all bandaged up he began to try and wash some of the blood off of her face. "Damn I need a shower. As soon as I can walk at least"[/color] she said with a smirk. He was going to wash her up the best he could, but it wasn't going to make much difference. Most of the blood and places that needed to be cleaned were hidden by her clothes. Several cuts and open wounds on her back, for instance. Nonetheless she still appreciated him getting most of it off of her.

The wash cloth felt nice on her face, the hot water. Maybe she would try to take a bath later. If B ever came back, she'd have her help her. She wasn't going to ask Spike to help her into the bathtub, no that was going a bit too far. She knew he'd probably do it but it could wait. She winced as he touched a cut on her cheek, and then he moved to her cheekbone. It had been shattered by a blow from Angelus and she just about screamed as he touched it. "Sorry..I feel like such a wimp right now"[/color] she told him honestly. But seriously, it did hurt like hell. As he moved to mess with her hair, she shifted a bit so that part of her back was pointed to him. This way he could get the hair that was matted to the back of her neck, from where she'd been bitten. "I didn't try to find him. I stopped to get some burgers before coming here and he was killing waitresses in the alley behind the diner. He was having a free for all, I couldn't just walk away"[/color] she explained.

There had been a point in Faith's life where she would have just walked away. She would have seen the girls dying and wouldn't have cared, and just gone about her business. But whether or not people wanted to believe it she was different now. She had changed and it was no secret that it had been because of Angel. She wouldn't be lying if she said that maybe...just maybe, she could have fought against him harder. When he finished with her hair she shifted once again to face him, moaning all the way. As she did their faces were quite close. She had to admit, she felt like kissing him just for him being so sweet and helping her. It was endearing and hell, she hadn't gotten laid in a little while. Her eyes looked into his as she seemed to move a bit closer and closer by the second.

But before anything had the chance to happen, they both turned to see who had ran into the room. It turned out to be Willow, a worried look on her delicate face. "I seen Angelus, at the diner just down the street. He was coming here for you guys"[/color] she told Willow, a pained look on her face as she tried to speak up. Spike had been so close to her that she had only had to whisper. Now that she had to speak louder to Willow, it was actually quite painful.[/color]



Tag: Spike, Willow
Word Count: 1,562
Outfit: Click!
Notes: Holy crap....sorry this is so long guys. LOL.[/center]

[williamspikepratt]

Spike’s little unsaid apology seemed to work as Faith returned closer where he could administer more care. The pair could have probably had a whole conversation just using facial expressions. It was a bit funny that they had known each other for such a little time, but seemed to understand each other without words just fine. They were cut from the same cloth, Spike guessed. He chuckled at her empty threat. In a way, Spike knew that she would be more likely just to fight him out of the blue one day, but not right then and there. The vampire gave her a mischievous grin before slowly enunciating every word he said, ”I’m quaking in my boots.”

”And now I’m getting you drunk too. Just shameless,” Spike added to her ‘cop a feel’ jab. Laughing made her hurt though, considering her ribs were busted, and Spike reminded himself to be gentle with the girl. Maybe no more flirty arguments right now. Well, unless he got a really good opening. Once she had settled from her pain, she stared at him face to face and thanked him sincerely. Spike gazed right back, only giving a softly murmured, ”Mm. Yeah,” in response. It felt good to be thanked, but it wasn’t like Spike to make a big deal of it, on the outside, anyway.

As Spike was ripping apart his old bloody shirt, Faith asked if he had met with Angelus as well. He nodded with a certain degree of seriousness, but didn’t say anything on the subject. Faith could probably fill in enough of the holes by herself and Spike didn’t really feel like delving into the details of that fight. Although it had been ‘fun’ in a certain way, the pain, both physically and emotionally, had taken a toll on Spike. He was no fan of Angel, but that fight reminded Spike how destructive Angelus was. And Faith laying here was only further proof. Everybody wanted good news on that front now, but it just seemed to be getting worse. He poured one more shot after she requested at least four more and repeated their little ritual. Spike was tempted to have another for himself, but with the bottle getting closer to empty, he resolved to only have some more if Faith went unconscious.

”Let’s work on standing first, love,” Spike said a bit flatly in response to Faith wanting a shower,”And stop moving around so much. You’ll rip open everything.”

But Spike’s warning was ignored. Well, if she wasn’t screaming from it, Spike supposed he would let her twist around a little. It made it easier to clean up her face. And although he was being gentle to begin with, Spike would still stop when Faith blanched and continue when it seemed like she had recovered enough. There was probably something broken, bruised, or smashed in there too. The poor girl obviously felt depressed about this though by the way she called herself a ‘wimp’. Spike gave something of a light derisive scoff at this, ”If you were weak, you’d be dead from this.”

Faith turned as Spike tried to get the rest of the blood out of her hair, although he realized that most of the blood had come from cuts on her back that his pillow-case wrap was only covering half of. He also noted that the towel on her neck had bled through, but it looked like it was slowing pretty well. That was good. Spike merely kept dabbing the blood off of the rest of her neck while Faith told him exactly how she had met up with Angelus, ”You did right, then,” Spike nodded, wringing out pale pink water from his washcloth. He had to admit, he would have done the same thing, and a Slayer had more responsibility to save the innocent waitresses of Virginia.

The slayer turned back to face Spike once his hand finally withdrew from the back of her neck. For a moment, he was distracted by what he thought was a faint scream from the bedroom, but no one came out. Instead Spike put his hand up to steady Faith’s arm, making sure she was wouldn’t fall off of the couch and onto him. She was in far too much pain already and Spike was going to make sure it was impossible for her to get worse. But there she was, staring at him again with those deep brown eyes. Now this was a Faith Spike never thought he might encounter, this fragile, hesitant Faith. Or at least as fragile and hesitant as Faith could ever be. They were so close Spike could hear every one of her ragged little breaths and feel their whisky-flavored warmth across his cheek. He raised his chin a bit to close the distance even more, and it seemed that both of their intentions were clear. It would be just one moment of respite. One tiny gesture of comfort and pleasure. Oh, it wouldn’t be good in the long run. But it would probably be really nice right now.

And that’s when the bedroom door opened, startling Spike into dropping his head down and away from… whatever it was that he was thinking he was going to do with Faith. Only a second later, Spike looked where Faith was to see Willow. Huh. He thought he had heard a little scream come from the bedroom earlier. Spike jerked his head to indicate she could come closer and sit, ”Bad dream, Red?”

Willow obviously saw Faith’s condition and then asked if she and Spike had fought to get her to that point. Spike wanted to reply to Willow’s words but found he couldn’t. Mostly because he didn’t want to say anything that betrayed the hurt he felt. He understood that Willow probably didn’t mean it that way, and that she was just under stress like the rest of them. Under any other circumstances, Faith and Spike having a bit of a row probably would have been why Faith was there, but she would not have broken bones and a bite wound on her neck if that was the case. Spike knew he wasn’t the most intelligent or patient fellow at times, but he knew when he needed to behave. And it was disheartening to hear anyone think of him as that cruel anymore. That’s why he had gotten his soul back, to prove his status as a good-guy. Well, part of the reason why he had gotten his soul back. His face darkened for a moment but he let it go. There wasn’t any time to think about it. Faith was explaining as he was sulking anyway.

”Careful,” Spike admonished the Slayer as he could see her wince as she talked louder. He turned his attention back to Willow soon enough though, ”Well, he knows where we are. So we either make sure your magic is good for it, or we get out of here. Just ‘cause he left now doesn’t mean he won't be back later.” Spike really hoped that Willow’s answer was that they could stay. He couldn’t begin to imagine of how difficult it would be to move a battle-worn Slayer and a terrified little girl while under constant threat of being attacked by a vampire several times more powerful than he should be. Spike also glanced over to his Jack Daniel’s bottle, which just didn’t seem to be doing a whole lot to give Faith any kind of relief, ”Also, do you have anything for pain in your little book?”

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TAGS: Faith, Willow, et. all
WORD COUNT: 1259
NOTES:These are freakin’ epic posts.

[Willow Danielle Rosenberg]

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Willow could see all the wounds and blood that was on Faith, it seemed as though she really had taken a beating. She really was lucky to be alive. Willow turned to look at Spike when he had asked about her dream. “Yeah I was having a bad dream, sometimes I wish there was a spell together rid of all of them all but there isn’t. I can just suppress them. But I don’t need to mess with my head like that, might not be a good idea.” Said Willow.

Willow had then sat down closer by Faith and Spike to see if she could help her out a bit more with her wounds, Willow really needed to get some of these healed up. Willow could tell she was having trouble speaking, she could hear it as she tried to talk, Willow could tell by her voice she was really weak. “Take it easy Faith you really need to preserve you strength. Oh I cant believe what he did to you Faith. So wait you said he was on his way here to see us, so he does know what Hotel we are in then? I mean I have a spell on the room to keep us safe but we don’t need to take a chance on him coming here.” Said Willow in a worried tone. Willow had a spell on the room so she was sure they were ok, but this was Angelus and he has pulled and done some unbelievable things. So she couldn’t lie she was worried of what could go wrong, especially with Buffy not here with them having Kathy.

Willow then looked to Spike and said, “Yeah Spike we really shouldn’t stay here much longer, I think we are planning on leaving as soon as Buffy gets here. She is trying to find a safer place to take Kathy. I hope she is ok out there” Willow then had a horrible though, if Angelus was hanging around here she really hoped Buffy had not had a run into him. Even though Willow was pretty sure Buffy would be able to handle herself, but it had been a long time that they had a run in with Angelus so only god knows what he was capable of now. Willow was now worried about whether Buffy was ok or not, the last thing she wanted was her to come back looking like Faith, or even worse dead.

Willow then knew she had needed to come back to reality and help Faith, it would be smart to have a strong slayer here to help keep Kathy safe. “Yeah Spike I have a spell that could help with her wounds, well its more like meditation. It will help build her strength and grow new skin. Faith will use some of my strength by holding my hands to help bring hers up. Its not easy but I think it will work ” Willow then turned to Faith. “So Faith what you think want to give it a shot, and don’t worry it is safe and it wont hurt one bit. I have done this on myself with some help from Buffy, I use some of her slayer strength to get better. And with how much stronger my magic has gotten since then, I don’t think it will take me very long to get you going again.” Willow said with a smile.

Willow will never forget the time she needed to heal and grow new skin herself, it was when she had just came back to Sunnydale from her England. Trip with Giles. Only to find out that from all her fear and judgment of seeing her friends, had made it to were she invisible to all of them. Which resulted in her getting eaten by the Gnarl. Thank god Buffy was able to get there and save her when she did, Willow will always be grateful to her for that. Just thinking about that Gnarl makes Willow stomach hurt.

Word Count- 665
Tagged- Spike, Buffy and Kathy
Outfit- Click to see Willow's out that she change into
Note-Sorry if my posts sucks, its a bit hard because i just jumped in. And I'm sorry that its short. BUT THIS POST IS EPIC

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It was definitely unfortunate that her and Spike had been broken apart. She had always wondered what B loved so much about riding vamps. Hell she was surprised she'd never tried it in her entire life. All of the crazy things she'd done in her life, you'd think she'd have that one crossed off her bucket list by now. But instead she was still curious. Spike probably wasn't the best one to try this with though. Even though she said it, she knew she'd still do it if the situation arose. B would probably be kind of pissed off at the both of them, though she had no right to be. Angelus might be out right now but the second Angel had returned, he'd be right next to her again smogging her to death. Before he'd lost his soul this time she'd heard them pawing at each other. This was why she'd originally wondered if he'd lost his soul from sleeping with the other slayer, though it had turned out to be from something completely different.

The loudness she was forced to speak with now killed her ribs. It felt like just whispering had been a struggle. Now she had to talk at a normal volume and it just did not feel too great. Spike had obviously noticed the look on her face and warned her, to which she replied only with a glare from her deep brown eyes. Hearing Willow's voice again, Faith nodded as she talked about not wanting to do magic on herself. "Yeah messing with the mojo on your own brain might not be the best idea.." she said playfully. It still hurt immensely to be talking at such a volume. She really wished that Willow would either move a bit closer, or do a spell to make the pain go away. The louder she was forced to speak the more she felt like she was tearing apart her ribs.

It seemed that Willow hadn't even noticed how strange the scene in front of her had been only moments ago. A vampire tenderly caring for a vampire slayer was strange enough. But then she had walked in right before they'd been about to kiss. What get possibly be weirder than that? Yet Willow hadn't even seemed to notice. Either that or she just didn't care. Either way, Faith was kind of glad she hadn't. She didn't want to worry about her running to B and telling her. Nothing had happened and now wasn't going to, so why even bother? Buffy would just make a big deal out of acting like she didn't care but then treating Faith like shit. It would be annoying and it was all unnecessary drama to her.

As she listened to the witch speaking she tried to sit back on her elbows, though she was unsuccessful. After a painful moment of effort she let herself flop back down onto the couch and just lie there. It seemed strange to be laying down and having a conversation with someone, a serious conversation at that, but there was nothing she could do at the moment. After only a moment Willow answered her mental pleas and came to sit next to the slayer. Thankfully, she knew she wouldn't have to strain herself to speak any longer.

A grim look came across her features hearing about Angelus again. Just hearing his name kind of pissed her off, not to mention reminded her that he had come damned close to killing her. If he hadn't been using her as a message he probably would have just finished her off right there and then. "Well, considering he literally threw me into this door, I'm assuming he knows your all in here. He was hoping for B to see me I think."

[/color] At least Willow had explained where Buffy currently was. At first she had thought it was kind of strange that Buffy would just leave her little sister out here with Angelus running a muck. Now that she knew she was out looking for a safer place, she was glad that she was. They would need somewhere else to go now.

Then the witch confirmed that they would be leaving shortly. Well, that was just great. She understood that they would need to leave but she wasn't looking forward to it. Traveling in this condition was not going to be fun at all. In fact, it would probably lead to more injuries than she had entered here with. Hearing that there was a spell that could help her feel better, she immediately felt relieved. Once she was back up and running she was going to find Angelus. She had to, she knew it was going to be hard for Buffy to do anything to him. Not because she couldn't handle him, but because of her feelings.

Faith had grown extremely close to Angel over the years herself. She felt close to him, as if they were good friends. He had helped her through the worst time of her life and she hoped to help him as well. If she could, that was. He was already pumped up over the potentials he had slaughtered. Now he had Faith's blood in him as well, he was certainly a force to be reckoned with at this point.

Hearing about how the spell worked she nodded to the witch. Next she turned to Spike and gave him one last look of thanks. If not for him, she might not be here right now. He had been the one to stop the bleeding on her neck. Her neck had been far worse than any of her other injuries. If it hadn't stopped bleeding, she probably would have bled out right there and then. Sometime soon she would make sure to return the favor to the vampire.

Turning back to Willow, she tried to sit up the best that she could. Fortunately Spike was still close by and she looked to him to help pull herself up to a sitting position. Leaning on the back of the couch, she steadied herself the best that she could on it. Next she turned to Willow and lifted her hands up to meet the witch's. It took every ounce of her strength to hold herself and her hands up like this, so she hoped it wouldn't take long. Her palms flattened out and she waited for Willow to place hers against the slayer's. "Let's do this"[/color] she said nodding to the witch and mentally preparing herself for the spell to come. [/color]



Tag: Spike, Willow
Word Count: 1,114
Outfit: Click!
Notes:Your post was great, Ash. Quality over quantity!
And is Britt going to join us? Just wondering.
If she does, I say we can end this shortly thereafter.[/center]

[williamspikepratt]

Relief. It was a strange feeling to have at a time like this, but part of Spike swelled with relief when Willow made no mention of how he and Faith had almost locked lips. That was incredibly good fortune, much better than any Spike luck had gotten recently. If the red-headed witch had seen, it would have no doubt made its way back to Buffy. And while the primo Slayer would have probably been annoyed with both of them, Faith could probably take that hit much better than Spike could. The vampire practically had to beg to be let into Buffy’s good graces again every single time he did something to piss her off, and that was with the minor things. Although, just a kiss would be a pretty minor thing, wouldn’t it? In any case, it was best to not think of it. Whatever was going to happen wasn’t happening right now.

This was especially true because Faith kept having to strain herself in order to be heard and kept trying to shift about. Spike wanted to place his hand on her forehead or shoulder or something to keep her from fidgeting so much, but he would have probably gotten a lot of guff from Faith for even trying something like that. That little glare he had received for merely reminding her to be careful was proof enough of what would happen if he interfered anymore. Faith was going to do what she wanted, despite what she felt. Spike sort of understood that she was trying to keep her reputation as the BAMF slayer in place. But it was obvious that even trying to move that much was causing the Slayer a lot of pain.

”Lovely. And I was so looking forward to sleeping on the floor,” Spike said, only a hint of sarcasm in his voice at the fact that they would have to move. Really, it would be much better if Buffy had secured an apartment or something that she officially owned. Old bindings since the beginning of time were much stronger than a fresh barrier, even though it seemed as if Angelus couldn’t make his way through the one on the room just yet. Spike imagined that if he could have entered the hotel room, Angelus would have dropped Faith off in the middle of the room, savoring any morbid reaction he got. Also, if it was his intention to frighten Buffy, it would have been much worse if she had come to find Faith inside, proof that Angelus could enter and have killed anyone he wanted to in the room. If this Angelus was anything like the Angelus Spike had known, half of the pleasure he derived was from the act and half was for the fear he wanted others to feel. Also, if Angelus could have entered, he probably would have flung Spike out the window just for fun.

But Angelus or no, it still would be a neat trick to move Faith right now without her keeling over from the pain. Spike hoped that Willow’s little meditation thing would do the job, but they probably were running out of time. The Slayer looked to him, a friendly look that Spike took as a thank you, before she struggled to sit upright. Spike placed one of his hands on a slightly less wounded area of her back and held the other out for Faith to grab and helped to pull her up. As Faith leaned across the couch and prepared for the spell, Spike kept his hand at the small of her back, ready to catch her if the girl ended up toppling backwards. Hopefully, having him there wouldn’t interfere with the spell. If it did, then that was a pretty bloody useless healing spell. Regardless, Spike kept quiet during the ritual. Throwing off Willow’s concentration with pithy conversation didn’t seem like a good idea right then. Instead, Spike stared down at his hands, covered in blood. It had been awhile since he had seen his own hands stained with human blood. The feeling was odd. Not disturbing but unfamiliar now. But he really wasn’t tempted to sneak a taste off of his hands. Not too much, anyway. Not with the girls staring at him.

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TAGS: Faith, Willow, et. all
WORD COUNT: 711
NOTES: ~

[Willow Danielle Rosenberg]

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Willow knew that she needed to help Faith and fast, Buffy was going to be back soon to take them to a safer place and they were going to have to move fast. So Faith kind of needed to be walking after all, Willow couldn’t lie she was kind of in to doing this it had been a while that she had tried this on anyone. With how strong Willow was now she knew that it wasn’t going to take long to get her up and going again. Faith might even feel better and strong then before. “Yeah Faith lets get to this I cant watch you been in pain anymore, again.” Said Willow. The sad thing this wasn’t the first time Faith had been this messed up like this, Angel had done this to her once before. At that time they almost didn’t think she was going to make it. So she was doing a lot better now then she was then, which Willow was thankful for.

Willow moved over right in front of Faith, she put her hands right on top of the slayer hand getting ready for working the spell. “Ok Faith are ready for this, I need to put all of your focus in to me and try to stay relax. Try to clear your mind and not think of anything at all. Now Close your eyes and breathe.” Said Willow before she begin. Willow closed her eyes right along with Faith, relaxing focusing all of her strength into Faith.

Willow started the spell and begin pushing her strength into Faith, Willow knew it was going to take a lot out of her to get a Slayer going again. But she didn’t care they needed Faith now more then ever. Willow could feel the energy going threw her into Faith as they sat there, force got stronger and stronger she knew it was working it was healing Faith. Willow could feel the power and force in her hands as she holding Faith’s. It was a lot more intense then last time Willow had done it with Buffy, but then again at that time Willow was really scared to use a lot of her magic. She really didn’t want to take a chance of going dark. But now Its not like that she has full control of what she does, Willow knows one thing Tara would be proud.

Willow could see some of Faith wound healing fast it looked like it was working well, Willow knew she wouldn’t have to go on much longer. Which was good because with the lack of sleep she was starting to get weak from it. Willow slowly let up from Faith’s hands and opened up her eyes, she let out a deep breath before asking Faith how she was doing. “Ok Faith open your eyes and put down your arms slowly, try not to move to quickly at first. So how are you feeling good as new? You look a lot better then before.” Willow then looked over at Spike. “So Spike what you think, how she look?” Willow asked the vampire with a smile.

Willow knew that the spell worked hell she could feel it, it really was unbelievable how powerful Willow was. It seemed like ever since she connected the Slayers she had gotten even more powerful. It really was amazing the things she could do now in helping the gang, she loved it. “Ok guys so now I guess we need to wait for Buff then. she should be back soon. I hope” Willow said as she got up from the couch stretching her legs a bit.

Word Count- 615
Tagged- Spike, Buffy and Kathy
Outfit- Click to see Willow's out that she change into
Note-Sorry if my posts sucks, its a bit hard because i just jumped in. And I'm sorry that its short. BUT THIS POST IS EPIC

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This night had endured an interesting change of events. In all actuality she hadn’t planned on going after Angelus just yet. In her mind, she had wanted to wait until he wasn’t so pumped up on the potential’s blood. However the vampire had very different plans for her and the rest of the gang. Originally she suspected that he’d come here looking for Buffy. Angel was all about Buffy when he was ensouled and it seemed even Angelus was obsessed with her as well. Although Angelus’ obsession stemmed from a much deeper, sadistic place. Angel simply loved the slayer whereas it seemed Angelus only loved to torture her. It was kind of ironic that soul or not, the vampire still only cared about Buffy.

Nonetheless she didn’t particularly want to think about Angelus right now. She was disappointed in herself for letting him get the best of her. She knew she shouldn’t be but she was. Even Buffy probably couldn’t have taken him hopped up on so much slayer blood. Still she couldn’t help but look down on herself for it. ”I’m sure there’s a spot on the floor for you in the new crib” she told Spike with a smirk. She just couldn’t help but tease him, it was hella entertaining. Her brown eyes looked to him so he knew she was kidding. The smirk on her face probably would have told the exact same story but she had added the eyes for emphasis.

When she tried to sit up for Willow, she had found herself struggling quite a bit. With a defeated look on her face she had turned to Spike for his aid. The vampire immediately leaned forward to help her without question. His hand went to the small of her back, his hand grasping hers to lift her up to a seating position. His hand was cold as he held hers for a short moment. She didn’t mind as she felt that she had a fever, sweat was beating down her skin and she was radiating off heat. Plus it wasn’t air conditioned in here, though it was a chill night, it was still hot. There were too many people in this tiny little room. Kathy was in the next room over but still, even three was too many for the living room it seemed. Not to mention that they were all in a radius of five feet from each other.

Turning her attention back to Willow, the two of them locked hands. Immediately it seemed like she could sense Willow’s power, it seemed to come from her in waves. The witch then reminded Faith of her last encounter with Angelus. She’d gone after him to bring him back, however hadn’t been able to do so. He had bested her in a fight, drank from her and left her to die. So basically the same thing that had happened tonight. Although it had been a bit different, considering she’d injected herself with a tranquilizer before he bit her. Once he bit her, it was the in his system. It caused him to hallucinate and aided in their capturing him and giving him back his soul. ”Yes, please”

[/color] the slayer said, her voice defeated. She didn’t like being maimed by him again either.

As the witch directed her, she nodded her head slightly to indicate that she had heard her. Next she slowly shut her eyes which wasn’t hard at all, they’d already been closing on her own. She tried to block out all of her thoughts that were currently running rampant through her mind. It took a few minutes before she started to really feel the effects, before she could truly empty her mind and let Willow in. Once she finally did she felt Willow’s power hit her like a brick wall. Although, it wasn’t hard like one, just powerful. It felt like a wave of warmness calming her entire body. It felt…good, really good. She could actually get used to this hocus pocus crap. It wouldn’t have taken her too long to heal on her own, a good two or three days but this was a lot faster and it felt fabulous. Willow was a hell of a lot more powerful now than years ago when they’d first met.

Too soon in Faith’s book, the spell was over. Willow was done with her magic which kind of saddened Faith, but oh well. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the both of them with a smirk. ”Good. Ready to kick some ass”[/color] she said excitedly. She must have said it with a bit too much excitement, because one of her ribs poked at her with pain. Still it wasn’t anything compared to how she’d been feeling earlier, so she didn’t mind it. ”Thanks red, seriously”[/color] she told her sincerely, ”and you too…Never thought I’s have a vampire for a nurse”[/color] she told Spike with a small chuckle. ”Although you can nurse me anytime”[/color] she added to him with a sexy smirk. Yep. It was official, she was back and feeling good. For the most part anyways.[/color]



Tag: Spike, Willow
Word Count: 851
Outfit: Click!
Notes: ----[/center]

[williamspikepratt]

Like he had wanted to, Spike had remained silent during the healing spell. He couldn’t really tell what was going on, but he saw some color return to Faith’s face, and saw her body lose a lot of the tension that came with intense pain. Glancing at the Slayer’s back, he could see parts of flesh and skin slowly knit back together like they did when Spike had gotten superficial cuts. The spell only lasted for a few moments, and Spike was surprised when Willow was done. The amount of power she had gained was a little scary. But then again, she was a bit older now, and hopefully had the control and techniques to use magic more frequently. She had, after all, changed the Slayer game for eternity all by herself.

”Looking nice,” Spike said in response to Willow asking how Faith looked. He could have probably said something more playful, but with Willow right there, he felt a bit awkward saying anything risqué. Instead, the vampire gave a little nod of approval to the witch, ”Good on you, Red.”

Spike couldn’t help but grin at Faith’s nursing comment. If she was willing to brazenly flirt right in front of people, Spike could rise to that challenge. And oh, there were so many ways to respond to that. Playing doctor? Eh, no, too childish. Something about sexy nurses? No, that really applied to women only. Finally, Spike decided to go with something simple and responded with a glib remark, “I’ve been told I have excellent bedside manner.”

He gave a quiet chuckle, thinking about how far this little game of his and Faith’s would go. Neither of them had any illusions of what it would mean to do anything more than flirt, and that on its own was probably enough to get a few eye rolls and scoffs from the Scoobies. It really wasn’t Faith’s fault; it was really more of a stigma that was attached to Spike. Yes, he had a soul now, but he still was the wild card, possibly disposable, if needed. Even ensouled and willing to put his unlife on the line for the sake of good, Giles had put a hit out on him. Fortunately, he had been strong enough to overcome that challenge, and Buffy stuck up for him as well, for reasons that Spike was still confused about. Well, he and Faith both fit that subversive anti-hero role. They could let Buffy and Peaches live on the pure moral high ground all by themselves.

But in general, the blond vampire was pleased. Actually, he was strangely content. First off, Faith was now well enough to probably move around without anyone’s help. Willow’s magic was bloody brilliant, and a fast problem solver, as long as she didn’t go dark and deadly. He had received a few nice compliments too, which he would never tell anyone felt really good to get. They had a new place to go that wasn’t a cramped hotel room or a corpse-filled boarding house. And for the time being, no one was in danger of dying.

On the other hand, Spike had to agree with Willow. Buffy should have returned by now. Without her, the four of them were more or less just left in the lurch with nothing to do except fret. Seeing her return safely would quell the remaining concerns Spike had. And the sooner Buffy returned, meant the sooner they would make sure Kathy, Dawn and anyone else that was to be a likely Angelus target would be safe. After that, they could make sure the flat-foreheaded bugger got back to his regularly scheduled brooding.

”Don’t suppose one of us could call her,” Spike half-muttered, wondering if Buffy would actually pick up. Between the likelihood that she was fighting something or having a panic attack over her boy, she might not. Spike turned to pour himself one more shot, since Faith wouldn’t really need all the whiskey anymore. What he really wanted to do was light another cigarette, but downing a shot was quicker and less of a mess. Really, what else was he going to do while waiting there? For some reason, he suddenly felt anxious to leave the hotel room behind.

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TAGS: Faith, Willow, et. all
WORD COUNT: 707
NOTES: ~

[Willow Danielle Rosenberg]

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It seemed like Faith was doing a hundred times better then she was before, which was great they couldn’t risk having a slayer down right now. Which with Angelus out there right now everything was just crazy, she really was worried how all of this was going to go down. Faith had thanked Willow for helping her which for Faith was kind a surprised Willow. It wasn’t all the time that Faith just thanks anybody in less she really meant it. “Thanks Faith its good to have you back and all In good health. We really are going to need your help in all this” Said Willow with a smile. Even though Willow didn’t know how much she liked being called red, but right now Faith was exception.

Faith was right about one thing Spike really had been a great help to them with all of this, all though spike was great with helping the group most of time. It was him who saved all of them from dying in Sunnydale after all, and Willow will never forget him for that. He thanked Willow as well for Helping Faith. “Yeah Spike you have a made a good nurse with all this, maybe it should be a new second job for you Spike.” Willow said with a giggle. He really did seem to be acting really close with Faith right now. Which had Willow wonder was something going on with them? And if something was how was Buffy going to feel with all of this? Man it seemed like Spike had a thing for all the Slayers, but if there was Willow wanted nothing to do with or to know anything about it. Better just to stay out of it. Willow had her own Relationship problems as is to deal with.

Willow looked at the time and wondered were Buffy was anyway, Spike was right one of them should call her and see what was going on and if she was ok. “you are right Spike I will call Buffy and see what our next move is. I hope she is ok though I thought we would have known something by now.” Willow said worried calling Buffy. When she got a hold of Buffy she told them to start getting everything ready that she would be there and they would be heading out soon to get them. “Ok Buffy I got it I will tell them.” Willow hung up the phone looking over at Spike and Faith. “Ok guys Buffy will be here soon, we need to get everything ready to go, so when she gets here all she will have to do is get Kathy.” Said Willow.

Willow begin to get everything ready to go waiting for what there next move was going to be…

Word Count- 470
Tagged- Spike, Buffy and Kathy
Outfit- Click to see Willow's out that she change into
Note-Sorry if my posts sucks, But I was trying to find away to end it.

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[ADMIN ASHLEY]