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Title: Meant To Be
Part: 8/18

Buffy rubbed her eyes as she and Xander walked to the library. Earlier in the morning, Giles had told them that they'd really have to hit the books on the lack of vamps situation. The Council had found out about it and wasn't too happy. When they threatened to send some people out there to help figure out what was going on, Giles promised they'd figure it out... that they didn't need their help.

"Wow, Will looks like she's on a mission." Xander pointed towards Willow, who was making a be-line towards them. Her resolve face on. Her eyes focused on Buffy's face.

"Hey Willow." Buffy smiled when the tiny redhead stopped right in front of her.

"We need to talk." She said shortly, walking off.

"I wonder what's up with her?" Xander questioned. Buffy shrugged and followed Willow.

"Hey, slow down. What's wrong? You seem upset."

"What's wrong?" Willow cried angrily once they reached the girls bathroom. "What's wrong? You've been lying to me... us, and making out with a vampire! That's what's so wrong!"

Buffy quickly scanned the bathroom, making sure it was empty. "I don't know what you're talking about Willow." She did, though, She figured Willow somehow connected her not being around a lot of the time to her being back with Angel.

"Last night at The Bronze." Willow seemed to calm down a bit. Patches of red were still on her cheek. "I saw you on the catwalk." Buffy's face paled. "With Spike."

Buffy shook her head violently. "Willow, it's not...."

"Buffy... why? And why didn't you tell me?"

Buffy started crying. "I don't know. It just happened. I can't help how I feel about him. I wanted to tell you... so bad. But, everyone was so happy when they found out Angel and I were over... and Spike doesn't have a soul..."

"And has tried to kill you." She suddenly reached over to feel for a pulse. Buffy slapped her hand away, shocked.

"Willow!"

"I just wanted to make sure. When did this all happen?"

"The night I saw Angel with Drusilla. She was Spike's sire. He was hurt. I was hurt. We just... it just happened."

"So... it's all about comfort then?" Willow's eyes widened when she'd processed what Buffy had said. "You slept with him!" Buffy nodded. "Wow. What was it like? No! I mean, Buffy, he's a vampire! A no-souled, evil, bad, bad, bad vampire."

"It's not about comfort. And he's not what you said. Well, okay, he has no soul, but he's not bad. He's so sweet to me."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. I saw this poem he wrote about me. It was so sweet. And, he hasn't made any attempts at our lives since we..."

"Buffy, I have to tell Giles."

"No. No, you don't. You can't. Please."

"Buffy, maybe you care about Spike, but, he's still a vampire. Maybe he hasn't made any attempts at our lives, but... what about all the other people he's killed? Have you thought about that? At least with Angel... he had a soul and wouldn't kill people."

"I love him, Will. And, he cares about me. I know he does. You've seen that the death rates have gone down to almost nothing! You can't tell Giles. He'll kill him."

"I'm sorry Buffy." Willow said sadly, exiting the bathroom.

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Spike smiled at Joyce that evening as she opened the door for him. "Good evening, Mrs. Summers. How are you?" He handed her a flower out of the bouquet he'd brought for Buffy.

"Thank you, William. I'm all right. But, I'm afraid Buffy's not too well. She's been locked in her room all day. I'm glad you're here. Maybe seeing you will lift her spirits."

Spike frowned, laying the bouquet down on the coffee table in the living room. "Can I go up?" Joyce nodded.

Spike bounded up the steps three at a time. He knocked lightly on the door. He heard a muffled, "Go away."

"Pet? It's me. Can I come in?"

The door flung open after a few seconds. "Spike." She whimpered, practically throwing herself into his arms.

"Luv, What's wrong?" He pulled her tightly to him as he shut the door to her room and pulled her to her bed. He sat, pulling her onto his lap.

"Willow knows about us. She's going to... or maybe she already did tell Giles about you. I practically begged her not to."

"She thinks she's doing the right thing." Spike kissed her furrowed brow.

"I can't bear the thought of losing you." She burrowed herself deeper into his embrace.

"Shhh. Luv, it'll be all right. I promise."

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Spike leaned against the wall near the door of the Bronze. The bouncer kept giving him glares. The burly man had even asked him what he thought he was doing. Spike had glared hard at him, telling him he was waiting to have a word with someone.

And he was.

The little redhead, Willow, who knew about him and Buffy. Assuming she hadn't already told Buffy's Watcher, he'd make sure she wouldn't.

He'd been waiting outside the Bronze for some time. He knew she was in there. With some boy, obviously on a date. How she could be so carefree, when she was causing so much pain, he couldn't begin understand.

Willow and her date walked out of the Bronze. She did seem a bit distracted as the boy talked to her. She was answering him only with nods of her head.

"I need to talk to you." He stepped out form the shadows, stopping them from walking.

Willow let out a squeak. "Spike!" She fumbled in her jacket and whipped out a cross.

"I thought you were Jewish?" The boy asked, puzzled.

"Will you put that away?" He growled, annoyed as she gathered up her nerve and moved closer... the cross dangerously close.

"Willow?"

"He's evil! He'll try to kill us." She said. The boy moved in front of her protectively.

"I will do no such bloody thing. I only wanted to talk... though I've half a mind to rip that pretty little head of yours off your neck for all the pain you've caused Buffy."

"I never meant to cause her any pain." Willow lowered the cross, though still clutching it tightly. She nudged Oz from in front of her. "It's okay, Oz."

"I know I've missed something really big here."

"Spike's a vampire." At Oz's look, she promised to explain later, before giving him the quick brief of what was happening. "And, Buffy, she's the vampire slayer. When we were here the other day, I saw him and Buffy making out. Mr. Giles... the librarian, is Buffy's Watcher. I'm going to tell him, because slayer's shouldn't be with vampires"

"She was with Angel and you never said a thing!"

"Angel has a soul."

"Yeah, and see how that stopped him from cheating on her with Dru."

"What did you want to talk about?" She huffed.

"You can't tell her Watcher... or any of your other mates. It's killing her. If you care about her at all..."

"And let her keep whatever she has with you a dirty little secret?"

"It's not like this has hurt anyone."

"It will. Buffy. When you kill one of us, or her mom. Or her!"

"I've stopped killing humans."

"What?" Willow asked wide-eyed.

"Why do you think there's so many people running around at night... and so few vamps? Ask around at the butchers shop if you don't believe me. Its costing me an arm and a leg to keep me and my minions in pig and cow blood. I'd do anything for Buffy. And, if you tell her what I just told you, I'll make an exception about not killing."

"You really care about her." Willow seemed surprised.

"Yeah, what of it?" He mumbled.

Willow bit her lip. "I won't tell. But... if you hurt her..."

"You don't have to tell me, Red. I'm not an idiot." He smiled gratefully, before walking off down the alley. He had to tell Buffy the good news.





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