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Bending of wills	By : shadowslayers01 Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 10346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spike�s POV

The drive from his house to the campus had never seemed
longer. It was as if Father Time himself was laughing at him. Every red light
seemed longer, and the green lights shorter; at one point spike swore that the light
went straight to red. As he made it onto the campus property, he froze for a split
second he forgot how to get to the Sigma house, which was humorous seeing as he
had spent three years there.

He was never a joiner, preferring to spend hours by himself.
However, his father had wanted him to carry on the family�s legacy, so much, in
fact, that he based his son�s tuition on it. Suddenly, he turned the last
corner, and the house loomed in front of him. His anger started to boil again.
From the street he could hear the pulsing of the music and the absolute
decadence and debauchery that the party goers were indulging in.

By this time of night, few would be sober; this he knew.
Hell, a few years ago, he was one of them, perhaps worse. But he never used
devious means on any women; he always made sure each girl knew what she was
getting into. Then again, he never had to lie. All he had to do was arch a brow
in a girl�s direction, and she was his willing slave. But it never meant
anything. He was always careful never to let it mean anything.

As he parked his car, he called Willow�s cell to let her know he was here. When
she answered, he could tell she was still sniffling but seemed calmer.� He heard her take a deep breath before she
told him that they were in the car but would walk over to him.

�We?� he felt his heart soar, �you found Buffy? Where was
she? Why didn�t you call me?� He was near ecstatic but it was short lived when Willow said sadly that no,
not Buffy. She had called Xander, and he had rushed right over. If at all
possible, his heart sank lower. It was painful to have one�s hopes so high just
to feel all his hopes plummet again. This time, though, the burning despair was
replaced by anger, anger at the entire situation.

He watched as Willow
ran to him. He opened up his arms just in time. His arms wrapped around her
tiny body as she cried. His heart broke as she sobbed, her body quaking with
the force of her tears. He heard her saying something but understanding what
she was saying was completely beyond him. When he finally got her to calm down,
he was shocked to hear her apologizing.

Pushing her out of his arms, he quickly grabbed her by the
shoulders and berated her. �You did nothing wrong! Sure, it was a stupid move
for either of you to be here, but that is not the issue right now. You came
here as a friend; Buffy would be in even greater trouble if you had not
come.��

Spike loved his sister, but she took too much blame and responsibility
on her own shoulders. The time for �what ifs�, �could ofs�,
and �should ofs� would come later. Right now, his top
concern was finding Buffy.

After a final hug, he let Willow go and turned to Xander.

�Keep an eye on her,� he said.

Xander nodded in response. Without another word, Spike
turned and walked into the house. Time to turn into the Big Bad.

�� Willow�s
POV

After a few minutes of sobbing on the ground, she pulled her
self up and blindly reached for the phone. Xander,
she thought, Xander will make it all
better. For as much as he acted like the class clown, always ready with a
wise crack or a joke, she saw and knew the real Xander, the one that anyone
rarely got to see. She knew that the reason he acted the way he did was because
of his home life. He would know what to do. He always did.

As she heard the phone ringing, she thanked God that he had
recently purchased a cell phone, otherwise, she never would have dared to call
him this late. She couldn�t bear it if she was the cause of any of his father�s
beatings. �

When he answered his phone on about the fourth ring, she
could tell he had been asleep. She quickly told him what was going on and where
she was. By the time she had finished, she was surprised to hear Xander saying
he was already on the way. See, she
thought to herself, that�s why I love
him. Her eyes widened, a panicked expression blazed across her face. Love him? No. No. Like him, as a friend.
Completely platonic, she frantically corrected herself. I cannot love him. We�re just
�best friends. And with that
in her mind she pushed down any other feeling that might of
started welling up inside her. �

Walking back the few short steps to her car, she let herself
back in and firmly locked the doors. No
reason to take chances. She sat there for what seemed like hours. However,
when she checked her clock, she was surprised to notice only ten minutes had
passed.

As she looked back up, she saw Xander pulling up beside her
in his old beat-up jalopy. It was a hand me down passed down by his uncle Rory.
The huge black Chrysler Fifth Avenue
was built like a tank, and Xander, like any other boy/man, took great pride in
his wheels.

He takes better care
of that car than he does himself, she thought with a smirk, which was very
reminiscent of Spikes smirk. She quickly got out of her car and slid into
Xander�s. His front seat was very large, so large she could lay down comfortable.
Laying her head on his lap, she turned her head towards his belly and sobbed. She
sobbed for all that she had lost this night and all
that she feared Buffy had lost this night. She talked about everything, rehashing
all that had happened that night. When she came to the part about the drunken
frat guy that had hit on her, she felt Xander�s arms tighten around her. In
this moment she felt safe and loved. She only hoped that, wherever she was,
Buffy felt as safe.

Willow
was finally relaxed as she snuggled in Xander�s lap and absorbed the warmth
from his arms. The feeling didn�t last long. She jumped up with a start when
she heard her cell go off. A quick look at the screen told her it was Spike. She
answered and listened intently while he talked. When he was done, she told him
they were in the car and would head over right away. Guilt quickly descended
upon her when she realized that she had forgotten to mention that Xander had
just arrived to meet them. She felt horrible when Spike excitedly asked if
Buffy was with her.

�No, no. No Buffy yet,� she interrupted, �I called Xander.
He�s here with me now. I�m so sorry to have gotten your hopes up.�

She could tell that the news hit him hard. Hearing the
obvious pain in his voice, she jumped out of the car and ran towards him. As
soon as she saw him, she ran right into his arms and sobbed. When she was able
to catch her breath, she started apologizing. She knew it was stupid for them
to have come; she should have tried harder to talk Buffy out of it. And once
they got to the party, she never should have suggested Buffy go ahead without
her. They should have stuck together.

Suddenly, she felt her brother shove her away, only to pull
her close again. She felt him give her a little shake. It was then that she
heard what he was saying.

He ranted that it was not her fault, that
they both had made poor decisions, but that the ultimate fault must be laid at
the feet of the asshole that not only lied to Buffy but made off with her.
After a final hug, she saw him talk to Xander for a minute before turning
abruptly away and stalking towards the house.

As Willow
watched him walk away, she thought he looked far more dangerous that usual.
Suddenly, she remembered a few years ago when she was in Jr. High. All the
whispers she would hear about her brother. He had built himself a dangerous
reputation during his college years. She never saw much more than a glimmer of
the man that had earned the name Spike back then, but she was sure that he was
back in full force tonight. Pausing for a second, she reached for Xander�s hand
and took off running after Spike. She felt safer around him, protected.

Xander�s POV

He was dead asleep when he got the call, the call that would
change the close knit of friends forever. He wasn�t stupid, although many
thought he was. He knew that it would take a miracle for Buffy to come out of
this unscathed, and he didn�t believe in miracles any more. As soon as he heard
Willow�s voice,
he had jumped out of bed and started throwing on his clothes. He hadn�t known
what was wrong but knew it was bad if Willow
was calling this late.

He was out the door and in his car by the time he had fully
understood what was going on. While Willow
continued to ramble, he threw the car in gear and roared down the street. He
only lived about eight minutes away, but made it in five. After finding the
house, he spotted Willow�s
car right away. He drove up next to it, and before he could even get out of his
car, he discovered he had his arms filled with Willow. He sighed in pleasure as Willow buried her head into
his lap and proceeded to cry. He tried to comfort her the
best he could, but he almost lost his cool upon hearing about the git that hit on his girl�friend�his girl who happened to be a friend, he corrected himself.
As he was comforting Willow,
her phone rang. As he watched her disengage herself from his arms, he felt a
pain shoot through his chest.

The next thing Xander noticed was Willow talking on the phone. After about a
minute, she was no longer in his arms but running outside towards the front of
the house. Xander, without knowing what was really going on, ran after her.
When he finally caught up, he caught the tail end of Spike�s conversation with
her.

I knew she would blame
herself. He knew it wasn�t fair, but for a moment he hated Buffy for
putting herself and Willow
in this situation. If it had not been for her, none of this would have
happened. But he knew there was no room for blame here and chose instead to
just pray Buffy would be found, and soon. After another minute, Spike turned to
him and instructed him to keep Willow
close. Before he could respond or question what Spike was going to do, he had
already spun around and stalked off towards the house. I actually feel sorry for those poor jerks in there. Well, not that
sorry, but still.��
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