Summary: Buffy goes after Willow.

Disclaimer: Joss is god. I am a lowly plebe in the world of Spuffy….err, Spillow, that’s right I’m writing Spillow.

Author’s note: Suspend your disbelief. Thanks to Bloodytearsoflife for the beta. *hugs* to everyone still reading after my summer break!.

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Chapter 4: Help.

All human Willow could manage before she slumped to the floor was a low moan. Spike was kinda disappointed that she hadn’t screamed. Took all the fun out of it in his opinion.

“Oh, now you’ve gone and done it!” complained the girl, Anya. “The Slayer and her friends are probably outside right now! And you’ve gone and killed Willow. This is not going to make the Slayer happy.”

Spike wiped a trickle of blood off his lip and stepped away from Willow’s body. He glared at Anya a moment before smiling and backhanding her, sending the meddlesome girl to the floor.

“She was really pissing me off,” Spike explained to the watching masses.

“You and me both, boss,” piped up one of the minions.

“She was probably right, the Slayer is probably outside those doors. Bloody thorn in my side.” Spike stooped to pick up the red head at his feet, her laboured breath reassuring him that he hadn’t taken too much blood. “It’s time to get out of here.”

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Vamp!Willow banged against the cage in which she was imprisoned. It was terribly unfair that she was stuck in there. Spike would find out about the other Willow soon enough, and he might even make her one of them. Now that would be amusing. The foiled escape attempt when that girl Cordelia walked in was just another thing that was making her cranky. Now no one was going to come and save her. She was as good as staked by the white hats.

And the watcher that was staring her down from the other side of the room, and waving that stupid cross was really making her cranky.

“We have to go after him!” came Xander’s voice as the human version of her beloved partner barged through the swinging doors of the library.

“And we will,” followed the Slayer’s voice, trailing behind Xander.

The Slayer made a beeline for the cage, and for a slight moment, Willow was scared. It only lasted a second though. The blond girl opened the cage, nearly tearing the hinges off the wall and grabbed the fuzzy purple sweater Willow was forced to wear.

“Where’d he take her?” Buffy shouted at the vampire.

Willow just rolled her eyes. “For a vampire slayer you’re pretty dumb. I can hear you just fine.”

“You aren’t earning yourself any points by name calling,” Giles chastised, who had come in with the group of Scoobies and assorted hangers on.

“She’s not being nice to me,” Willow pouted sweetly. “I don’t know where Spike took her. Let me out? I promise to be good.” Willow fluttered her eyelashes at the older watcher in the room. She didn’t have to find out what got him all hot and bothered. She suspected that a little mousy red head student was just his kind of kink.

There was a snort from across the room.

“You can’t honestly expect us to just let you go,” patronized the stuffy watcher that had been guarding her since she last tried to escape. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before once again holding up the his trusty cross.

“No, that’s exactly what we are going to do,” said the Slayer taking charge. “She’s going to lead us to him.”

“You’re delusional,” Willow responded.

“Not a great case for letting you go,” piped up Xander.

“I liked you better when you were dead,” Willow muttered, ignoring Xander‘s gawking.

“And I liked you better when you had standards,” Cordelia piped up. “Spike? Are you nuts? Have you seen his hair?”

“Cordelia, you aren’t helping,” Giles sighed.

“So we set her loose,” Buffy continued, just like there had been no interruptions. “I’ll follow her back to Spike’s place.”

“If she knows you are following,” interjected Wesley, “what makes you think that she will lead you there?”

Buffy smiled. “Because she knows that if Willow is dead when we find her, she’ll be the first vamp I stake.”

Willow rolled her eyes. Anything to get out of this stupid cage and away from these stupid people. Willow looked attentively as the Slayer explained the details of her plan once again to her friends. The plan didn’t matter much, no way was Willow going to play along with any cock eyed scheme of theirs.

The group of teens and watchers stepped back from the cage as Buffy prepared to unlock the cage.

“I still don’t think that this is a good idea,” Xander muttered, earning him a glare from Cordelia.

“It doesn’t matter what you think, Xander,” piped up Wesley. “The important thing is to get Miss Rosenburg back before Spike kills her…or worse.”

“What’s worse than killing her?” Cordelia asked naively.

“Turning her,” answered Buffy unlocking the cage door. “That’s something I just won’t let happen.”

The children around the room held up crosses at her as Willow stepped from the cage and out into the main room of the library. With a faint smile she stepped towards the door of the room, even as her senses were on high alert. She certainly didn’t trust this slayer. Sure enough the Slayer was behind her, stake in hand waiting for her next move. It was odd knowing that the Slayer was there but not going to stake her immediately. As long as she fulfilled the conditions of this forced bargain.

Willow headed out of the building with a cocky walk, she knew that it was pointless to try to lose the Slayer on her own turf.

But in the alleys around the Bronze? That was another story.

The alleys around the Bronze were a tangle of dark corners, both in this world and her own. Willow felt at home there. As she moved further into the area, she locked eyes with more than a few minions lying in wait for trespassers. With a move of her eyes she sent them one by one after the following slayer. Ignoring the sounds of scuffle behind her, Willow continued around another corner.

Her feet led her to an abandoned warehouse, well that and the bread crumb trail of her minions. The minions at the door let her pass without a word.

Inside, the muted light revealed little about what had transpired since she and Spike and a select group of their minions had left for the Bronze. Willow walked quickly through the empty space towards a back office. The Slayer was not going to be delayed long with the bottom of the barrel minions that were left.

Willow stepped into the office and took in the scene. Lying on the floor was her other self, unconscious and bloody. She looked delicious.

“’Bout time you came back,” came Spike’s voice from a corner, hidden in shadow.

Willow pouted. “I got stuck, and purple.” She pulled at the fuzzy purple sweater she was still wearing. “I’m crafty,” she started with a smile, toeing her other self’s elbow.

“That you are love,” Spike answered with a grin, as he stepped out of the shadows. “Got a slayer on your tail?” he asked.

Willow nodded. “She’s no fun.”

“And no doubt outside the bloody door,” he barked.

“And now you are all cranky! I knew that was going to happen. It’s not my fault that the Slayer was following me. It’s the only way that I was going to be let go. Besides,” she said stepping towards him. “I thought you wanted to kill her?”

“Ya, Spike,” came the Slayer’s voice. “I thought you wanted to kill me? Too bad I’m going to dust you first.”

“Bloody hell,” Spike muttered.

Willow turned towards the doorway and glared at the blonde intruder.

Then the Slayer’s eyes lighted on her Willow’s bloody body. “Willow,” the blonde whispered.

That’s when Spike stuck. Enclosed in that small office, Spike and Buffy went at it. Willow stepped to the side and waited for it either to be over, or for Spike to need her in the fight. She did pull her other self to the side, eliciting a soft, laboured moan from the not quite a corpse. Willow reached down and pushed a few strands of hair away from the other Willow’s face. Red lips parted and within an instant, this world’s Willow was awake, her eyelashes fluttering, pupils taking in the dim light of the small room.

“Awakey awakey,” Willow noted to her other self, at the very moment that Spike sailed through the air and hit the wall closest to her.

Momentarily distracted Willow looked up at Spike, who was wiping blood from his nose and stepping towards the Slayer once more.

“Need help?” Willow asked.

“No,” he responded with a sniff.

“How about we both help?” Willow added, extending a hand to the fledgling vampire at her feet.

Slowly both Willow Rosenbergs stood before the Slayer, fangs bared.

“Yes, Spike,” said the newest Vamp! Willow. “Let us help.”

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