Paid To Get Excited

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Sat Nov 29, 2008 8:15 am

Author: Coopster5000 aka Vanessa
Rating: PG-13 - R for strong violence
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Willow, Spike, and Faith are the best of friends. They are ruthless and get what they want when they want it - so when Buffy, Tara, and Anya come back into town after being gone for a couple of years the trio make the the small group of friends feel helpless.
Note: The story is slightly changed from the one on the "Looking Glass" so it can be posted here.

Chapter 1
(Lights Out)

"You guys are on in five," said Ted the club manager of The Bronze, the local hang out spot for teens. Ted was in his mid forties, overweight with short brown hair and going bold. He was a fair man, paid the bands their appropriate amount of money and always gave them breaks between sessions.

"Oy, Ted, where's my bloody guitar," said Spike, one of the lead guitarist/singers for the band 'Blood, Guts, and Slaughter.' "I can't play my bloody solo without my bloody guitar."

"Easy Spiky, you say bloody another time somebody's gonna think we're slaughtering people back here," said Willow the other guitarist/singer while brushing past Spike.

"Ya well somebody is about to get slaughtered if I don't find my bloody guitar soon," said Spike, saying 'bloody' extra loud at Willow's retreating form.

Turning around to look at the bleach blonde man, "Well Spike if you kill our drummer, we're screwed," she said with a smile.

His face turning into a scowl Spike flung around, his black leather duster flying in the air behind him. "Faith!" he bellowed down the dark corador looking for the brunette drummer.

"Damn Spike no need to blow my ear out," said Faith.

"Where the bloody hell is my guitar?" he said, looking down at Faith who was sitting in a chair cradling a beer.

"O, yeah, uhmm.... I lost it in a poker game," she said before taking a swig of her beer. Looking up Faith saw the horrific look on Spike's face. "Oh my god you should've seen your face, it was priceless. I was just joking, it's in back."

"I'm gonna kill you, you stupid bit," said Spike, clenching his jaw and fist tight.

"Kill'er later, we have a gig to start," said Willow walking by while slinger her black and green vintage venderstrat over her shoulder.

***

Willow was 21, she had straight red hair with a tint of black. Wore black nail polish and all black clothes like the rest of the people in her band. Also like her friends she has no parents or real siblings. About two years ago there was a fourth member to their band that wasn't yet created. Her name was Buffy Summers. She and Spike had a thing for a while but for some reason she went and blew it. She was caught in bed with the person Spike despised the most. His name was Riley Finn. After that Buffy took off and they haven't seen her since. The only person that ever got in contact with her was Willow. In high school Willow and Buffy were the best of friends along with Spike, Faith, Xander, Anya, and Willow's secret crush Tara. The first and only contact Willow made with Buffy was from a pay phone that Buffy came across on her way to were ever it was she was going. She told Willow that she was sorry and that she was find. That she was going to stay with some old friends. And the last thing Willow expected to hear from Buffy was "I still love him....do you ever think he will forgive me? Tell him...tell him nothing. I gotta go. Lov'ya Will." And that was the last she heard of her best friend.

"Ready luvs," Spike said making his way on stage with his guitar. "Let's show this club what music fucking sounds like."

***

As soon as Spike got on stage the door to The Bronze opened and Buffy, Tara, and Anya walk in. Tara and Anya grabbed a table near the stage while Buffy went to get drinks.

As soon as Anya sat down she looked up onto the stage and her face turned incredibly white. Turning to Tara she said "Oh shit!" then pointed to the stage were Spike was standing. Looking at the stage Tara didn't even acknowledge Spike, she was to caught up in the beauty to his left. Willow was just standing there with her eyes close tunning her guitar with a smile on her face that could charge up a 9 volt battery.

Tara couldn't keep her heart from fluttering. She hadn't seen Willow in over four years and yet she still felt attracted to her. She had felt attracted to her in their sophomore year upon arriving at Sunnydale high.

***

Tonight Spike started the gig since he won the game of pool that they were playing earlier. Spike stepped up to the mike and singled Faith to start playing.

"There was a blackout in my heart in the summer of '03
I was walking over bridges
Tryin' to find my way to me
When the problem was restored
I can't describe the damage done
This would be the first time
And no it wasn't fun

As soon as Buffy heard the familiar voice she turned around and saw Spike standing on the stage playing the black guitar that she gave him for his birthday a little over two year ago.

All these aging hipsters with another axe to grind
So put me on the battle field
Where hardcore goes to die

Can I get a hell yeah

WILLOW: If you're as lost as I am

Yeah dawg

WILLOW: If you hate that expression

Doggin' on others is now my profession
Since you blew the lights out in my heart

Quickly Buffy made her way to her friends table. Tara quickly stood up and grabbed Buffy and pulled her into a big hug. "I'm so sorry sweet."

"I had no clue he would be here. I didn't know any of them were here still," said Anya patting Buffy's back. "We can go if you want. Let me just go call Xander," said Anya walking away.

I'm feeling kinda bored so let's go charge up the car
Let's all put on those trucker hats
And head out to a bar
We'll end up in the standard in the bathroom
Doing coke this is very Hollywood
And yeah I get the joke

Everything tastes better
When the Novocaine sets in
So have a second helping of the ones you call your friends

Just then Spike noticed Buffy near the stage crying. 'my god she looks more beautiful then before' he thought.

Can I get a hell yeah

WILLOW: If you're as lost as I am

Yeah dawg

WILLOW: If you hate that expression

Doggin' on others is now my profession
Since you blew the lights out in my heart

Why don't ya all f-f-f-fade away

Vodka rhymes with lotsa
Bourbon rhymes with hurtin'
These are things I'm gonna feel
This much I know is certain

Can I get a hell yeah

WILLOW: If you're as lost as I am

Yeah dawg

WILLOW: If you hate that expression

Doggin' on others is now my profession
Since you blew the lights out
since you blew the lights out
since you blew the lights out in my
...heart

The last sentence was aimed directly at Buffy but she was to busy crying on Tara's shoulders to notice Spike's glare.

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Hoped you all liked it :peace

guitar_girl · **Posted:** Sat Nov 29, 2008 4:03 pm

Hello Vanessa,
I read your story on another site and it was good please continue with this and hopefully you'll post the other ones here as well.

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Sat Nov 29, 2008 7:31 pm

Author: Coopster5000 aka Vanessa
Rating: PG-13 - R for strong violence
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Willow, Spike, and Faith are the best of friends. They are ruthless and get what they want when they want it - so when Buffy, Tara, and Anya come back into town after being gone for a couple of years the trio make the the small group of friends feel helpless.

Chapter 2
(TOO TOUGH TO MAKE SOME FRIENDS)

"Sweetie," Anya said bringing Buffy out of her hug with Tara. "Xanders stuck in traffic. He wont be her for another thirty to forty minutes." she gave the smaller blonde a sad smile and patted her arm.

"It's okay," Buffy replied trying to force a smile onto her face. "We can stay here until er shows. I'll be fine." she took a seat at the table and took a long swig of her beer that she purchased a couple minutes prior. The two friends followed suit but only Tara chanced looking up at the stage.

***

On stage Willow and Spike were in a heated discussion. They were standing still with their backs towards the crowd. Ted the manager looked on with anger as he had paid them good money to come play there tonight. And Faith, well she just looked on with interest.

"What am I gonna do Will? She's here!" Spike yelled in a quit whisper which amazed the redhead.

"Just play on like it doesn't affect you. Like her leaving didn't hurt," Willow said to Spike, acting like she was giving him advice but in reality she was giving herself advice. And trying not to let her memory get the better of her and not reminisce the time Tara left.

"I'm sorry mate," Spike placed his hand gently on the redheads shoulder for comfort. "I now how much it hurt you when Tara left." Even though Willow never told anyone she had feelings for the blonde Spike and Faith had been able to figure it out. After all it wasn't hard when Willow's songs turned even bitterer after the absents of the blue eyed blonde.

"Alright, yeah. Bollocks," he whipped his head back and forth as if to clear his head. "I'm acting like a little bloody school lade."

"Sooooo," Faith shouted out to them "you lovers finished with your little Ron-day-vou cause Ted is getting awfully pissed," she let out with a wide tooth smile.

"Yeah," Willow said looking at her "skip song two and three, go right to five then go to four. On five start of with a fast tempo then drop back to normal." She told Faith before taking her position next to her microphone.

"ONE TWO ONE TWO READY GO!" Willow yelled into her microphone starting the song

Faith started the song just how Willow asked, fast at the begging then bringing it back to regular rhythm. Before both the brunette and the redhead could take up singing the first course.

WILLOW &FAITH:
Too tough to make some friends
Too tough to make some friends
Too tough to make some friends
Too tough to make some...

'Well that is certainly true' Tara thought to herself with a slight smirk. 'Never where one to make many friends with your bad girl attitude where you Willow?'

SPIKE:
Friends always call you
And lie on the phone
Like they think that you're tolerant too
But if they could see
What is goin' to be
And that you're actually left all alone

I'm trying to prove
What I do's not for you
It's for me

Too tough to make some friends
Too tough to make some friends

WILLOW: Hey!

SPIKE:
Well everything changes
It's all part of the plan
Planning them out of my life
And all I can do
When I'm thinkin' 'bout you
I just switch to channel two

Well I'm trying to prove
What I do's not for you
It's for me

Too tough to make some friends
Too tough to make some friends

WILLOW: Hey!

WILLOW & SPIKE:
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

SPIKE:
I'm trying to prove
What I do's not for you
It's for me

'I really blew it with you didn't I' Buffy tussled with herself while looking down into her half empty beer that she cupped in her hands.

Too tough to make some friends
Too tough to make some...

Too tough to make some friends
Too tough to make some friends
Too tough to make some friends

WILLOW: Hey! Hey!

The final down beats of Spike and Willow's guitars brought the song to an end. The crowd erupted in an uproar of applause and whistles. Spike still not daring to look at Buffy decided to play with his guitar and play some random notes over the amps. Willow being a little more adventures decide to take a chance an look over at the table to her right. Upon her brief gaze she notice Tara staring at her which caused her eyes to travel back towards the blonde. She gave the blonde a quick smile, which just happen to be the smile that she gave to women to make them sleep with her.

Click, click, click-click. Faith was starting up the next song but Willow stoped her by saying "Wreckoning" into the microphone. Quickly the beat changed to a much faster tempo and the dance floor filled up with gangly teenage punks pushing the regular dancers out of the small area.

WILLOW:
Broken glass all around you.
Try to hide but they find you every time.
Even with everything you try to do,
people can still look and see right through you.
Looking like you came from a magazine.
Regular Jockstar/Beauty Queen.
Covered in labels barely able to speak for yourself.
So you look and other people and help yourself.
You have your passport so you can be identified.
In case the most important thing is lost (your life).
Every chance you take, just to be satisfied,
is just another link in the chain of your wrecking ball.

As the song started to heat up the teenagers started to push and shove each into one another causing a giant mosh pit on the dance floor.

This is the wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying it all.
The wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying all.

The bullet inside of the smoking gun.
The knife in my back when I try to run.
The rain on the day's that I'm stuck outside.
The one to reveal when I'm trying to hide.

Buy this time Willow was slamming down pretty hard on her guitar. She gave a death glare to one particular blonde at the table to the left of her before resuming her posse. Her left leg stretched out with her guitar hanging between that one and her right leg which was slightly pushed back behind her. She quickly stopped her singing and spun the guitar so that it nestled against her back with the head facing towards the ground. Grabbing the microphone she started singing into it, her facial expressions increasing ten fold.

Mr. and Mrs. Popularity and the life of all the parties,
got to be the first to be the bad ones,
get fucked up and have too much fun.
Daddy's not here to hold your hand.
Time to buck-up and be a man.
Nothing was stopping you before.
Why stop now cause you're on the floor?
I'm sure your get your close up,
your fifteen minutes of fame and praise.
You're the talk of the town.
And every chance you took just to be glorified,
is just another brick in the wall that you're bringing down.

A brick in the wall that your bringing down.
A brick in the wall that your bringing down.
A brick in the wall that your bringing down.
A brick in the wall that your bringing down!!!

Slinging the guitar back into her grip she let Spike take over the chorus and took up playing they heavy metal part of the song.

This is the wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying it all.
The wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying all.

The bullet inside of the smoking gun.
The knife in my back when I try to run.
The rain on the day's that I'm stuck outside.The one to reveal when I'm trying to hide.

And when you try to end destruction,
of the things that make you function,
you want no interruption.
And all because of all of your selfish assumptions,
I'm "acting out" this way.

You cause the eruption happening inside of me.

The bullet inside of the smoking gun.
The knife in my back when I try to run.
The rain on the day's that I'm stuck outside.
The one to reveal when I'm trying to hide.

WILLOW/SPIKE:
This is the wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying it all.
The wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying all.

***

The band continued to play for another 25 minutes. After their gig they unplugged their instruments and started packing up.

"Oy let's go, maybe we can crash some high school party," Spike said picking up his guitar case.

"What's the matter Spike afraid of your ex?" teased Faith with a devilish grin.

"No! I just don't feel like getting into a bitch argument," he proclaimed using his hands to pretend they were Buffy's friends yelling at him.

"So you don't mind grabbing a beer with me and Will here then cuz you now high school kids don't through good party's, what with the cops busting them and all." She placed Willow's guitar and her drum sticks in one of the many lockers they have in the back lounge. "Lock your shit up and lets go."

***

As the trio walked out into the crowded club from the side door Willow felt a set of eyes on her. She took a quick glimpse out of the side of her eyes and notice Tara once again following her every move with her eyes.

"Grab a booth, I'll grab the beers." Willow waved off the other two band members so she could go to the bar alone hoping Tara would fallow.

As she got to the bar Willow ordered three beers but told the bar tender Mitch to make it "slow".

Obviously he knew what it ment as he gave her a cheeky smile and walked to his next customer. Turning around Willow lent her back up against the bar resting her elbows on the slippery surface. She slowly scanned the club for the blonde. As the women in question approached Willow turned her head to the right and over her shoulder hollering, " Yo, what's taking so long with those beers?"

"Willow!" the blonde said happily coming to stand in front of the redhead.

The redhead looked at the long for a long hard minute before giving her a puzzled look. "I'm sorry do I know you?"

guitar_girl · **Posted:** Tue Dec 02, 2008 8:16 pm

Hey I love how Willows character is in this story. I always liked Willow being the kind-of dominant, bad one. Keep up the good work.

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Thu Dec 18, 2008 2:25 pm

Author: Coopster5000 aka Vanessa
Rating: PG-13 - R for strong violence
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Willow, Spike, and Faith are the best of friends. They are ruthless and get what they want when they want it - so when Buffy, Tara, and Anya come back into town after being gone for a couple of years the trio make the the small group of friends feel helpless.

Chapter 3
(NOT RINGING ANY BELLS)

"It's me! Tara!" Tara proclaimed laying a hand over her heart in shock. Hadn't the redhead just given her a smile? A ‘sexy as hell one' thirty minutes ago. "From high school."

"I'm sorry, it doesn't ring any bells," said the guitarist giving her an almost cruel smile before turning around to be face to face with Mitch. "Hey, thanks babe," she said to the bar keep. Turning back around, the blonde was still standing there in absolute shock.

"Excuse me," she asked moving by the blonde with the beer bottles in hand.

"Will..." Tara tried again, reaching out for the redhead.

"Listen lady, I have women throwing themselves at me everynight. I told you, I don't fucking remember you. If we had sex it was just a one night stand, it ment nothing to me," With that said she continued making her way back to her table never looking back to see the distraught blonde.

***

"Oh fuck Will, what just happened." Faith asked pratically bouncing in her seat. "I mean I see you standing there. Your natural sexy ass self then BAM! Tara. What the fuck"

"Yeah. What did you say to her," Spike jumped in a bit curious. "I mean she was all happy then a sec lata' she's a fucking depressed git," he chuckled.

"Haha, its actually pretty funny," Willow said sitting down in her chair dispensing the beer to her band members. "I told her I didn't remember her. And I how it was just a one night stand and how it ment nothing to me considering I have women throughing themselves at me all the time. And then I just blew her off," she chuckled.

"WHAT!" Both Faith and Spike asked. Beer spitting from both there mouths as they were drinking when Willow was recapping her encounter with Tara.

"Well you are a mean little bugger," Spike said with a wide smile as he leaned over to mess up Willow's hair.

"Well what can I say, after she just picks up and leaves after every thing," Willow said with bitterness in her voice. The three just sat there in silence and sipped there beer.

***

"Okay, like the weirdest thing just happened," Tara said making her way over to her table of friends.

"Weird like instead of a dog barking he meowed or like you finally got an orgasm buddy," Anya teased the taller of the two blondes at the table.

Buffy started laughing at Anya's statement and look up at Tara. "What happened?"

"I went to go say hi to Willow, and she totally blew me off!" the blonde was close to screeching.

"Like she just walked away from you?" asked Buffy, clearly upset.

"Well no." Getting a quizzical look from the blonde and brunette she decided to explain. "I said hi and told her who I was after she just looked at me for like a minute then she was all like sorry doesn't ring any bells," she mocked the redhead. "Then she just left, even after I told her we went to high school together."

"Well maybe she's just acting like that because of Spike," said Anya. "He might still be mad at Buffy." Buffy and Tara just gave her a look. "Alright he is still mad at Buffy."

"No that wasn't it. She did it for another reason. I could tell it by the way her eyes were shining . Like they didn't wanna do it but yet they did. To prove something." She put her head down on the table and just let Buffy and Anya rub her neck.

***

"Hey I'm sorry I'm so late," apologize a rather out of breath Xander.

"Xander, why are you breathing so hard?" asked Anya snuggling up to her fiancee.

"I had to park five blocks down then I ran here, I thought something was wrong." he said explaining why he was panting.

Tara just pointed over her shoulder with her thumb to the small group which use to be their friends. The three band members were laughing wholeheartedly. Their table was covered in empty beer bottles clearly indicating to Xander that they had been their the whole time as his fiancee and her friends.

"Alright you girls ready to leave?" he asked picking Anya's purse up off the floor. A chorus of yeses came at him.

"O' no, the lady's are leaving," said Spike finishing off another beer. "Come on it's early and the dance floors open, show us some of your moves Buffy," Spike teased, yelling out to her while grinding his hip against the air.

Once again the group bursted out in spurts of laughter.

"Come on lets go," Buffy pleaded trying to hold back tears.

"Wait, hold on,"Xander said raising a hand. He swiftly made his way over to the rowdy bunch. Cocking his hand back then letting it go, it connected squarely with Spike's unexpected jaw propelling him to the floor. "Don't ever talk about her like that again," he growled out rubbing his tender knuckles.

Clutching the table and his over turned chair for support, Spike stood up on wobbly legs. "And what are you gonna do about it ya wanker," he slurred. The alcohol haven taken over him a while ago. Slowly Willow and Faith stood too, ready to defend Spike knowing full well that he was plastered and probably would only get one hit in before falling down.

Tara cautiously approached behind Xander as not to startle him. "Xander, come on, just let it go." she put her hands on his shoulder. "Their just ass-holes anyways," this time she diverted her attention to the redhead, who just shifted her jaw and lowered her eyebrows.

"Yeah go on Alexander you wouldn't want your life size Barbie to get lonely, she might also start fucking someone else... if she hasn't already." Willow smirked at her one time friend while craning her head to the side.

Xander lunged forward but was caught around the waist by Tara. "Don't do it, please. Lets go." she gave one last fleeting look to the redhead then turned and walked out of the Bronze followed by the two other girls. Xander continued to stair at Willow not believing his childhood friend would have said something like that to him. He turned his gaze next to Spike who was swaying back and forth. After a minute he also left the Bronze.

***

Outside the Bronze walking towards his car Xander started mussing over how drastically his friends had changed. What had happen to his friends? What had they become? Sure their life was no picnic growing up, but he turned out just fine. Why didn't they? He grew up just like them; poor, miserable, lack of a family. And that's where it donned on him. He at least had a family growing up, not the best considering he had an absent father half the time and a mom who worked so much he barley saw her but a family none the less. But them "the miscreants" "the scum" the under wash of society" they had no one. They grew up in a foster care family together under the supervision of a man named Giles. He was related to Spike some how but Spike rarely talks to him. Bad blood he always assumed. The pieces were finally clicking together.

***

Early the next morning Willow sat alone in the Espresso Pump. Her chipped black nail polished fingers cradled a cup of coffee as her head hung forward with a pounding headache. As the bell over the door jingled indicating another customer. Willow groaned in agony as her head felt like it was squeezing her brain.

"What the hell got into you guys last night," asked someone plopping down into the seat opposite from the redhead.

"What?" Willow mumbled as she lifted her head, squinting against the harsh light to see who was sitting there.

"Don't play that shit with me again!" Tara yelled slamming her hands palms down on the table. Causing Willow to remove her hands from her coffee cup and grab her head while all the other early risers looked at their table where the commotion was coming from.

"Tara? What ...I ... No yelling, bad for brain remember,"Willow whimpered.

"So you do remember me?"

"How could I ever forget," Willow this time actually opened her eyes all the way an looked into the blondes sappier blue eyes as she spoke. "You were a god send." she smiled a little bit before closing her eyes again.

"You wanna explain last night then?"

"You wanna explain why you left out of the blue four years ago." she would have yelled it if her head hadn't protested against it.

"Is that why? Because I left?" Tara said angry.

"You didn't even say goodbye," Willow retorted if not a bit pathetically.

"Well neither did Buffy," Tara said protecting herself.

"Well I wasn't in love with Buffy!," Willow yelled this time standing up so fast that she knocked her chair over. Before the blonde could say anything the redhead stormed out of the coffee shop. The blonde just sat there with a stunned look on her face.

***

Willow open and closed the door to her dorm room with a bang, waking her roommate.

"Shit Red it's only eight," Faith growled out burring her head under her pillows.

Willow walked to her side of the room and plopped down on the bed. Laying on her back she stared at the ceiling. A feeling of numbness took over her body once again. With a sigh the redhead turned over and came face to face with the wall. Looking at all the ridges and bumps in the painted dry wall, she let out one last sigh before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

BentBrokenTheory · **Posted:** Fri Dec 19, 2008 2:43 pm

Oooohhh I love this story!!!! I hope to see more updates soon. Your writing is so great :party

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Fri Dec 19, 2008 3:46 pm

Author: Coopster5000 aka Vanessa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

Chapter 4
(Lunch Time For Daddy)
***

At 10:30 that morning Giles decided to take a walk to Faith and Willow's dorm room. Walking down Fret avenue near the dorm complex he noticed a moving truck filled with boxes parked outside one of the rental houses. As he was walking by a blonde women jumped out of the back of the truck carrying a small box marked 'kitchen' . Quickly taking of his glasses and rubbing them clean, he returned them back to his face mumbling, "it couldn't be."

"Buffy." he asked approaching the blonde and the truck. The blonde turned around so fast she almost dropped the box she was holding.

"Giles," she yelped in surprise. Placing the box down she hugged the British gentlemen for a good minute before letting go.

"What's going on Buffy?" Giles pointed to the house. "Are you and your mother moving here? Are you having money trouble?"

Laughing the blonde placed a hand on the older mans chest to stable herself. "O god no! Anya, Tara, and I are moving in here instead of a dorm," she answered. "More room. Plus Xander also needed a place to stay."

"So you're all going back to school here?"

"Well except xander," he never made it into college. Which still never stopped him from becoming a carpenter. "Plus my mom got really sick and she need my help now so I transferred here. And the guys didn't want me going to school alone or have to take care of my mom alone so they transferred also."

"Well that was quit remarkable of them," smiled the British man. "I must be going but please pass on my blessings of hello's to your friends and mother," Giles said before once again walking down the street.

'Well at least one person here is still nice' thought Buffy resuming unpacking the truck.

***

Giles knocked on door 217 twice. A groggy Faith came to the door with toosild hair and peered at Giles with anoyence written all over her face.

"Faith!" asked a stunded European "Where's Willow?" Willow was always the first to rise. She would also always welcome Giles in with a worm smile while Faith would still be sound asleep. So when the brunette answered the door this morning it sent the grey haired man into a state of worry."Sleeping," Faith indicated to the bed the redhead was curled up on. "She cam back in around eight after leaving around six thirty. Then went to sleep after sighing a shit load of times."

"Is she alright?" asked Giles peering at the redhead a bit worried.

"How the fuck should I know," Faith declared falling back on her bed.

"You are no help Faith," Giles made his way to Willow and gently rubbed her shoulder. "Will, Will come on time to get up." he costed her gently out of sleep.

"Really don't wanna." Willow answered him opening her eyes.

"What's the matter? Are you alright?" he asked sitting beside her on the bed.

"Yea," she lied. "I guess I was just tired. Why are you here?" she asked wondering why her foster father was in her dorm room.

"Well I came to see if you wanted to go ralley up Spike and maybe go out for lunch," he said standing up. "But now I have more news to tell you"

"Alright, what is it," asked Faith.

"Let's get Spike and I'll tell you," Giles said making his way out the door so the two women that he came to love as if they were his own flesh and blood could change.

***

'She loves me? She loves me! WAIT she loves me? She loves me. She loves me. She loves me?' Tara kept repeating to herself on the walk back to her house.

"Oh my God Tara," Buffy squeaked running to her. "you'll never believe who just came over! He was so sweet."

"You know what Buffy? I really don't give a shit about who was flirting with you at the momment," Tara snapped continuing up the walkway to their house.

"Ouch," Buffy whispered looking at the retreating blonde.

Upstairs Tara continued her monterauge of 'she loves me!'. walking into the blondes room with a slight tap on the door frame Buffy entered to witness Tara sitting at the head of the bed, knees curled to her chin with her hands clenching her hair. Looking up into the hazel nut green eyes of her roommate "she loves me Buff. After four year she tells me she loves me!"

"Who your step mom?" Buffy was utterly confused.

Shaking her head but never releasing her hands "no." tears started to escape from her eyes. "That bitch will never love me." Buffy cautiously approuched the bed. She didn't want her friend to snap at her again. "I'm so sorry Tara," she placed her hands on the distressed blondes back. "But if it isn't you step mom, then who is it?"

"Willow," she whispered. Her baby blue eyes wide open, red rimmed and staring into her best friends chestnut eyes. "Willow loves me...or she did." her words faded as she lowered her head, her hands falling limp at her side. "I doubt she does any more... I hope she still does."

Sitting down next to Tara and rapping one arm around her shoulder "Me too. Me too!" she said.

***

All throughout lunch they chit chatted amissly about everything and nothing at all. About how the band was going and what direction they thought it was going to go this year.

"So G-man you ever gonna tell us that news,"asked faith while cleaning her teeth with a tooth pick.

"You will never believe who I ran into today," Giles said placing his napkin on his finished lunch plate."

"Elvis Presley," asked Willow.

"No," he replied " it was ..."

"Marvin Gaye" Spike guessed.

"No," he gave Spike a weird look.

"Marilyn Monroe," questioned Faith with a smile.

"NO" shouted Giles. " what the fuck is wrong with you people their all dead!"

"Oooooh Giles said fuck," sing songed Willow as if she was a three year old.

"Well do you want to now who I saw?"

"Yeah, sure, why not," said Spike, bringing a half eaten hamburger up to his mouth.

"Buffy Summers. She's moving into a house on Fret Avenue with her friends Anya and Tara and that boy Xander."

Spike's face scrunched up into a snarle. He dropped his burger with a thump onto his plate and pushed his chair back from the table. "I'm going to the bathroom," he mumbled out in a growl before stalking off towards the restroom.

Upon the mention of Buffy's name Willow started putting pressure on the uttensel that was clutched in her hand. When Tara's name was spoken the knife bent in half.

"I'm gonna go pay this check," Willow said between gritted teeth grabbing the bill forcfully form off the table and stalking off towards the cash register.

"Did I say something wrong?" Giles asked Faith who just sat there with her arms crossed and a smile plastered on her face.

"Well I'll sum it up for you. Spike and Buffy date, Buffy screw someone else. Spike get mad, Buffy leave." she put it in such lament turns that she almost like a caveman.

"Then what is Willow's problem?"

"Well here is where it gets fun. Willow's had a thing for Tara since....well forever basically. Then Tara left senior year after prom right out of the blue and something tells me something happened between them that night! Any how four years pass... no word from Tara. All of a sudden she shows up at the Bronze last night with Anya and Buffy. So what the fuck's up with that?" Faith yelled the question getting a weird look from one of the waiters. " so this is where it gets really fun. Last night after the gig, Tara comes up to Willow to say 'hi' and shit like that, and Red totally blew her off. She was all like 'do I know you?'" Faith laughed lightly.

"My dear lord," Giles said removing his glasses to clean them.

"Faith, lets go. We have to go practice some new songs," said Spike coming back to the table.

"Where's Red," asked Faith not noticing the redhead in the restaurant.

"She's probably outside having a fag," Spike said shrugging his shoulders.

"What is Willow doing smoking?" Giles bellowed.

"Relax Rupert, it ain't gonna kill her," said Spike. 'The other shit she does might though' Spike couldn't bring himself to say it to the old man. Despite how much he despised him at times he was still the only person he would ever now as a father, for he had taken him in and loved him like a son.

"Bye Giles," Spike said taking a ten out of his pocket and leaving it on the table as a tip.

"Bye daddy-o," Faith hollered out while she ran to catch up with Spike's long strides.

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Sat Dec 20, 2008 4:51 pm

Note: Thanks to everybody who has commented, it really means a lot!! :-D

Author: Coopster5000 aka Vanessa
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.
Note: Rating change from this chapter.

Chapter 5
(Give It To Me Baby)

***

At the college dorm, there was a part in the left wing that was set up for bands and their instruments. But recently it was taken over by a group of miscreants who call themselves the 'foster demons'

"So what song do you wanna practice first?" asked Spike looking over some sheet music.

"Actually I wanna work on some stuff alone. So maybe we each can take some time and create some lyrics and beats?" requested Willow.

"Yeah sounds good," said Faith. "I got this solo I wanna try out."

The studio was made up into four booths. Three small ones and one large one, for all three band members to fit into together with their instruments. Willow was in the first booth, Spike in the second, and Faith in the last one because it was slightly bigger then the other two to provide enough room for her drum set.

After three and a half hours of practice the band members split up, making plans to meet up latter that night.

***

"Anya have you seen my black striped t-shirt," asked Xander coming out of the hall bathroom.

"No, why? Are you going somewhere?" asked the brunette coming out of their room.

"As a matter of fact yes. And so are you," smiled the carpenter. "There's a party about two blocks from here so I'm gonna go check out what SunnyDale University frat students have to offer."

"Yay a party is just what I need. Buffy wont be home till tomorrow morning. She still has to finish this computer lab project and Tara is still locked in her room." pouted Anya. "So I have no one to have girly talk time with. Unless you wanna?"

"Why don't we try to get her to come with us?" asked Xander making his way downstairs and towards the other blondes bedroom. "Tara open up," Xander shouted as Anya knocked on the door.

"Go away," Tara yelled back.

"We're not going anywhere until you come out with us tonight," Xander said leaning against the closed door. "Come on Tare, please. It's just down the road."

"Yeah and we can get fuckin' piss ass drunk," added Anya.

"No!" came her rebuttal.

"Come on," whimpered Anya. "All the drunk college girls you want, free booze, load music, and its all at someone else's house"

"Tara, why wont you go?" asked Xander.

"You know why," she replied.

"Sweetie I doubt she'll even be there." said Xander in a gentle voice.

"Really?" asked the blonde, opening the door slightly.

Xander and Anya gave each other a quick look as if to say 'hell no' before simultaneously saying "sure."

***

The three friends made there way down the street towards the house that was bombarded with people. At the door Xander paid the entry fee for the two ladys and himself before entering.

"Hey Tara what do you want to drink," asked Xander making his way into the foyer.

"Water's fine."

"I'll get ya a beer," he hollered over his shoulder back at her as he and Anya walked off to get drinks.

"Great," mumbled Tara as she plopped down onto a couch near a tall brunette.

"Friends ditch you too?" asked the brunette next to her.

"What?"

"Hi, I'm Heather," said the girl stretching out her hand to the blonde, who took it gingerly. "Came with friends but wound up alone also," she chuckled. "Well at least I have good looking company now," said Heather, all the while looking Tara up and down. "So if you want I would be more then willing to keep you company?" asked Heather.

Before Tara had a chance to respond Xander and Anya returned with the beers.

"Oh Tara who's your new friend," teased Xander wiggling his eyebrows up and down while handing the blonde a beer.

"Oh, ah guys this is Heather. Heather this is Xander and Anya, my roommates." she smiled weakly while doing the introductions.

"You can't have Xander he's mine," Blurted out Anya while stairing at the brunette.

"Ahh, well, yeah. He's not really my kind of.... how should I say this...sexual persuasion."

"Oh so you mean your gay!" shouted Anya causing some heads to turn and Tara's and Xanders' checks to blush. "Then you and Tara should be perfect together." Tara and Heather just looked at each other. Tara not quite sure what to say and Heather with a gleam of lust in her eyes.

"Umm Ahn why don't we go dance," said Xander dragging his girlfriend into the livingroom.

"Well that was kind of awkward," stated Heather.

"Yeah. I'm so sorry about that. Anya can be a bit... well... Anya." She gave a nervous chuckle then looked down into her plastic cup of beer.

"It's alright," said Heather, placing her hand on the blondes shoulder. "So are you new around here?"

"Oh me? No, no. I... I use to live here a while ago. I just moved back to finish school."

"What year are you?" Heather asked relaxing into the couch while putting one arm behind Tara.

"My junior year. You?"

"Sophomore." she gave the blonde a sexy smile. "Hope you don't mind talking to a lower classmen."

"Nope, none at all," Tara said smiling back before a flash of red caught her eye. Turning her head she noticed Willow in a tight embrace with a tall skinny dark haired brunette, whispering in her ear.

"Ahh, I've seen you have notice Willow Rosenberg. Or Casanova as the ladies and some men like to call her," said Heather leaning forward so her elbows rested on her knees. "She comes to almost every party and always goes upstairs with a different girl. But lately its been the same girl.... that one." she indicated to the brunette in the redheads tight grasp with a tilt of her head.

"What's her name?" asked Tara still looking at Willow, wrapped around the brunette.

"Not sure. See her a lot at the Bronze though."

"Does she go to school here?"

Yea I think so," answered Heather. "Hey are you okay?"

***

Willow pulled the other girl closer, gripping her hips tightly. "I need it. I want it...now," Willow groaned out into the brunette's ear.

"Upstairs. Let's go..... upstairs," she panted out clutching Willow tighter to her body.

"No now," Willow moaned.

Turning around the brunette grabbed Willows hand and lead her up the stairs towards the master bedrooms. Once inside a selected bedroom the brunette slammed the door shut and Willow was upon her in a matter of seconds.

"Give it to me." the redhead pleaded.

"Get a hold of yourself Willow."

Grabbing the other women by her jacket collar, she slammed her into the wall before throwing her to the ground. "Where the fuck is it Jenny?! I need it!"

"I don't have it." said Jenny trying to get up. Willow quickly advanced on her, stratling her stomach and punching her in the eye before asking.

"Where is it?"

"Look at yourself Willow. This isn't you." shouted Jenny. But once again the redhead hit her in the face.

"Where the fuck is my fix!" Willow yelled, spit coming out of her mouth.

"Rack has it. Tomorrow when you play at the club he'll give it to you. He wanted to give it to you himself," Jenny whined, blood dripping down her nose into her mouth.

Willow sprang up onto her feet and ran out of the room. She dashed down the staircase missing the last few steps and crashed into two guys standing at the bottom of the stairwell.

Picking herself up on shaky hands and feet. "Watch were the fuck your going," she yelled before hastily exiting the foyer.

***

"Willow," Tara gasped at seeing the guitarist fall down.

"'Watch where the fuck your going' echoed throughout the room before the redhead dashed out.

"Okay? What was that all about?" asked Heather confused. "That chick has a major problem," the girl laughed relaxing back into her seat.

Tara gave the brunette a look of anger before getting up and walking out of the room. Fallowing in the same direction Willow went in.

"Hey, Tara ...! What's the matter?" Heather shouted out after the retreating blonde. 'God I'm never gonna get laid' she mumbled to herself sitting back in defeat.

****

Hope you all liked it :peace

BentBrokenTheory · **Posted:** Sat Dec 20, 2008 5:26 pm

Whoa updates! Will is out of it. I hope tara can help. Totally looking forward to more

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:17 pm

Author: Coopster5000 aka Vanessa
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

Chapter 6
(Four Years Of Regretted Words)

***

"Alright its now been narrowed down to Suicide King and Kings of New York," said Spike as Faith and him walked into the house hosting the party. "Right?"

"Damn, this is a tough one. They both have Christopher Walken," said Faith shrugging while walking over to the keg to get herself a beer.

"True, but Kings of New York, with some guy getting the shit shot out of him." Spike said while grabbing himself a cup to pour himself a drink. "Plus boobs," he added as if that would win over the debate.

"I guess we’ll just have to have Will settle this one for us," said Faith walking off.

"Bollocks," grumbled Spike storming off as well.

***

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," snickered Xander as he noticed Spike leaning against a wall talking to some college girl.

"Beat it blondie," Xander said to the girl, taking her place against the wall.

"What are you doing here Spike?"

"Well if I wasn’t mistaken this is a college party, right." Spike mocked looking around at there surroundings. "What are you doing here? I don’t ever recall you even finishing highschool."

Xander looked at the slightly shorter male in outrage.

"Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna go find that little Goldie locks and get her digits," Spike laughed as he brushed passed the taller man. As he reached the doorway to the kitchen he pivoted and turned around. "Oh and Xander, you're now living on my turf.... don’t fuck with me," he snarled before leaving.

***

She looked around to make sure she was alone with this guy. Just the two of them. They exited the party to get down to business and decided to do it behind the small shed.

"You have a baggie right?" she asked nervously switching feet.

"Yeah I got it," he replied showing it to her.

"Now that’s going to work right? I don’t wanna be in the middle of doing it and not have it work.," she said giving the guy a determined look.

"It’ll work, I promise."

"All right how much you want for it?" she asked getting even more antsy. The slightest noises where causing her to jump.

"Three hundred," he replied with a smirk, his blonde hair sparkling due to the reflection of the moon.

"For a fucking dime bag! You must be out of your mind." she yelled.

"Take it or leave it," the man said waving the bag in the girls face.

"Fine," she growled, pulling out three hundred dollars from her pocket and thrusting it at him while grabbing the bag, before carefully making her way back towards the house.

***

"Chug, chug, chug," the crowd of student cheered excitedly, raising their beer bottles and cups in all the excitement.

"Yeah!," they yelled as the beer cup was crushed to the table.

"Damn little lady, you sure can handle your beer," said a dusty haired blonde male.

"Well my father is a drunk," she replied with a smile while grabbing herself another beer. "I learned from the best."

"O... well, I... uh," he stammered not knowing what to say to her.

"Oh what’s the matter? You don’t wanna talk no more now that you know my fathers a drunk and use to beat me senseless ? Ahh come on," she pouted and batted her eyelashes at him. "Everybody needs a friend."

"Will, leave the poor lad alone before he pees himself," came a strong British voice from behind the males right side. "I’m sure.... oy what the bloody hells your name mate?" asked Spike gripping his shoulder tightly.

"Ma-matt, " he replied looking back and forth between the redhead and the bleach blonde.

"Figures," Spike snickered before continuing " I'm sure Matt here would have been a night in bloody shining armor back in the day when your day was pounding away on you. Causing blood to spill out of those pretty sateen red lips," he smirked at Willow before turning to Matt. "Wouldn’t ya old sport?"

"I....I .... I have to go," Matt said shaking off Spikes grip and leaving the two friends to laugh in his aftermath.

"Old sport?" asked Willow cocking her head sideways.

"It was something my father use to say. You know before he died," Spike said shrugging his shoulders. "I thought I would give it a try."

"How about we give that beer bong a try instead," said Willow pulling her friend to the aforementioned item.

***

The glass door slid open from the back porch and a dark figure walked in smoothly. But not smoothly enough.

"Crap,"shouted Xander, looking down at his beer stained shirt. "What the hell is wrong with..." he stopped mid sentence when he saw who he was talking to. "Oh Faith. I already now what’s wrong with you," he snarled.

"Hardy, har, har," she pretended to laugh before flipping him off and walking away.

***

Faith found her friends in the kitchen playing with the beer bong. "Yo Micky, get me a Sam Adams," Faith called to a tall lanky guy standing near the fridge. "You guys almost ready to leave, this parties getting dull." she stated hoping up onto the counter as Willow finish chugging down another beer.

"Let me beat Red and we can go," said Spike, taking the beer bong from Willows hand.

"As if," snorted the guitarist filling the funnel.

"Are you guys gonna do this all night," questioned Faith after taking a swig of her beer that Micky had given her.

"Only until Red admits I’ll kick her ass in beer chugging," Spike announced handing Willow the beer bong that he just finished with. "Your turn."

Willow grabbed the beer bong and placed her lips around the opening of the plastic tube. On the count of three she started to chug. Spike knowing that he was already starting to get dizzy decided to play a little dirty since that was what he was best at.

"Damn Willow, for a lesbian, you sure now how to suck a long hard object," Spike sneered.

Beer came shooting out of Willows nose and mouth at Spikes comment, making her drop the beer bong and whirl around on Spike giving him a death look.

"Oooh, now you’ve done it," grinned Faith, wiggling on the counter top.

"You're dead," Willow said in a calm even tone that sent shivers down the spins of everybody present in the room. Holding up his pointer finger on his right hand.

"Wait, wait, wait," Spike said as if he was going to say something to the pissed off redhead to calm her down. Instead he quickly grabbed Faith from off the counter next to him and pushed her into the other guitarist as he bolted out of the kitchen. Willow pivoted out of Faiths way and only collided with her a little. Running out of the kitchen, she dashed through the livingroom after her foster brother.

"Spike! You son of a bitch get back here," she shouted after him while jumping over turned over chairs and empty kegs that the bleach blonde threw in her path. Spike ran wild through the crowded house, jumping over or on tables, chairs, couches and the occasional person, but surprisingly enough it wasn’t Spike who collided with a fellow party goer.

As Willow was making her third lap around the first floor she ran head on into an unsuspecting blonde woman.

"Tara," Willow said looking down at the blonde underneath her.

"Uhh... hi," she grinned.

"Watcha doing on the floor?" asked a baffled redhead.

"Uhh Will, you're kinda on top of me," Tara said looking into soulful green eyes.

"Oh!" Willow shouted pushing her upper body up so that she was now straddling the blondes hips. "I didn’t hurt you did I?"

"No I’m okay," assured the blonde with a gentle smile.

"You sure? Cause...I ... did....kinda..tackle ....ya." Willow said as she lowered herself backdown. But before she could totally lay back down on top of the blonde again there was a sharp pull at the back of her t-shirt and she was flung off of Tara and across the floor.

"Stay the fuck off of her," demanded Xander, standing between the startled blonde and the dazed redhead.

"Xander no," Tara gasped out.

"Damn Xander you always come at the wrong fucking moment," Willow said while staggering to a standing position. "You never were one for timing, right Anya?" She smiled to the brunette standing behind Tara. "You now if you wanna switch teams, I’ll be more then happy to show you a good time."

"I think you should leave," said Tara. "Maybe go sleep off your intoxication... or your ego."

"Oh you now you wish you could be alone with me," she grinned giving the blonde a wink.

"Will, let's go before you say something your gonna regret," Faith said coming up behind the redhead and grabbing her by the arm to drag her towards the door.

"I have four years ,and then some, of regretted words," Willow yelled before tugging her arm out of Faith’s grip and exciting the house on her own with her band mates fallowing close behind her.

:peace

arsyadriani · **Joined:** Sat Mar 01, 2008 10:11 am **Posts:** 415

moooreeeeee :pinky

excentric · **Posted:** Wed Dec 24, 2008 3:33 pm

memorieeesss oh sweet memorieeeessss......
lol
lovin' the story. you write wonderfully. keep up the great work!!
:party

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Fri Dec 26, 2008 11:17 am

Note: I just want to say thank you for all the positive feedback. It really makes my day. :blush

Author: Coopster5000 aka Vanessa
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

Chapter 7
(I Love The Cocaine)

***

Once in their dorm room, Willow flopped down onto her bed kicking her shoes off up into the air.

"That party was fucking bullshit," Willow muttered. "Not one good thing happened at that party," she complained punching the wall.

"I got the stuff you wanted," said Faith turning on her bedside lamp. This caught the redhead's attention.

"What? Really? How much?" she asked in a rampage of questions.

"You know, if Spike ever found out I was getting this shit for you he would kill me," said Faith handing over the small bag filled with white powder.

"Thank you," Willow said as she cleared off her night stand. "And it was just for tonight. Spike was watching me like a fucking hawk after he saw me talking to Jenny."

"Yeah, I wonder why," Faith laughed as she watched the guitarist make powder lines with her school I.D. card. "Yo...can I hit up a line," she nodded to the five lines of crack spread out on the night stand. "It's been awhile since I've done it."

"Yeah sure. After all you got it for me," after Willow was done making snort lines they took turns taking hits of them.

***

"O' fuck man the rooms spinning!" Faith said, collapsing backwards on her bed.

"Haha you're freaking out," laughed Willow who was sitting on the floor with her head resting on her own bed.

"I feel like I'm on a carousel, but a mother fucking fast one," Faith said grabbing her head as if that would stop the spinning.

"You know that son of a bitch ruined it," said Willow angrily. "He ruins everything. Like right now. I can't even get high with out thinking about him... or it!"

"What?" said Faith looking up.

"Then she tells me to leave. ME!" she huffed.

"Oh you talking about blondie and Xander,"

"You know that would have been our second kiss. But of course she would have denied it," said Willow staring at the ceiling.

"When was your first kiss?" Faith asked. "Wait, holy fuck you kissed," she shouted.

"It doesn't matter, not to her at least."

"Willow, Willow, Willow," Faith said trying to get up off her bed but only succeeded in falling off it. "Who put a step there?" she said with a laugh as she picked herself up off the floor. She carefully walked over to her sister and sat down beside her. "You should be all like... bitch admit we kissed!" she chuckled, leaning her head on Willows shoulder.

"Yeah cause I see that going over so well," Willow also laughed, looking at her now asleep half sister.

***

"Hey Tara, tomorrow do you wanna go to a club with me," asked Buffy coming into their kitchen where the other blonde was preparing herself a sandwich.

"I don't think I wanna go to the Bronze Buffy," said Tara, placing her finished sandwich down on the counter. "What if..."

"Oh no it's not the Bronze," Buffy reassured. "It's at this club that's like five miles outside of SunnyDale."

"Umm..."

"Please, some guy asked me to go with him and I don't want to go alone," Buffy begged.

"Why don't you ask Anya," said Tara, slouching her shoulders.

"Cause she'll probably talk about sex the whole time with him and you're my best friend, please," she begged again, giving the taller blonde puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, okay. I give in. When are we leaving?" she exhaled in disbelief.

"Seven tomorrow. He's picking us up," Buffy smiled excitedly. "Thank you Tara. You're the best," she squealed giving the blue eyed girl a hug.

***

The 'Saints' was a live club/bar where up and coming bands go to get noticed. That or where the teen population of Sunnydale sneak off to, to escape the boredom of their small one Starbucks town. It was sort of like the Bronze but every night a different band played, there was no sitting room and an admittion fee is always required to get in. The bands were better, loader, and played longer. Letting the club stay open to all hours of the morning.

Besides all that the club owner paid the bands top dollar for their performance making it extremely hard for any band to get a booking at the 'Saints' but some how Faith was able to pull it off.

"Tomorrow night, I got us a gig," said Faith, plopping down on a couch in Spikes room.

"Uhh we already have a gig... at the Bronze luv," said Spike, handing Willow a bottle of water.

"Yeah, but I think you'll change your mind," Faith smiled broadly. "Both of you."

***

"The Saints." grinned Spike. "How the bloody hell did you get us booked for here?"

"I pulled some strings," said Faith, crossing her arms and giving Spike a smug smile.

"You mean you had some strings pulled," Spike retorted, pulling on one of Faith's showing g-string straps.

"O fuck you Spike. I got us the gig didn't I."

"My, my. No need to get your knickers in a twist," Spike said with a slight grin. "You never now when a producer may come by and you have to get out of them fast." he laughed as he ran away from an angry-embarrassed Faith

"That was so not funny," she complained punching her older foster sibling in the arm.

"Well I thought it was," he chuckled. "Where's Red? I'm sure she would have thought it was funny."

***

"Yeah it's Rosenberg. Yeah I'll hold, "she said into the receiver with dismay.

It's been almost two hours since the shakes have set in and it seems that they are getting worse by the minute. She now has to use two hands to hold the pay phone to her ear in order to keep from dropping the phone constantly. And putting change into the tiny slots to stay on the phone longer was the worst. She couldn't steady her hand long enough to bring the quarter up to the money slot. She would always drop it half way up. So just like what she did with the phone she used two hands to place 75 cents into the machine to stay on the phone an extra three minutes.

"Rosenberg...." came a dark angry voice from the other side of the line.

"I need..." she didn't get to speak.

"Where are you?" came the cold, deadly voice.

"I'm at club Saint, five miles from SunnyDale. I'm outside in a phone booth," she replied. "Please come I need my fix."

"I'll be there strawberry," said the voice before the other line went dead.

***

"Yo Red, where have you been," asked Spike tossing his hands up in the air when he noticed the redhead walk in through the backstage door.

"I was outside getting a breather before the show started," she lied.

"You okay?" he asked, noticing that she was sweating and shaking a little.

"Oh you know, before show jitters. Never played at the Saints before. Don't wanna fuck up since I'm singing first," she lied again.

"So Red, what's the order of the songs?" asked Faith, twirling her drum sticks in her hands.

"I'm not sure yet," she said sucking on her bottom lip. "I'll tell you when we get out there. But first I'm gonna get me a drink." she hastily excited before they could ask her anymore questions.

"What's up with her?" asked Spike, hiking his thumb over his shoulder at the redheads retreating form. "She's acting all schizoid."

"Don't ask," said Faith walking away also.

***

"Single malt Scotch Whisky, Glenlivet,"hollered Willow to the bartender.

"That's one hell of a drink ," said a voice from besides her.

"Gee-mom, but I really wanted it," she whined back sarcastically to the person, never looking to see who she was talking to.

"Is that how you talk to everyone?" asked the person obviously annoyed.

"Who the fuck are you to just start judging me?" She snapped, finally turning her head to see a smiling blonde sitting beside her. "And my ego is just fine."

The blonde bursted out laughing at that, not expecting the redhead to to talk about her ego first. Or in fact to actually remember anything that happened last night since she was completely hammered.

"So what are you doing here, Will?"

"I got a gig," she said monotone as she drained her drink.

"You don't sound to happy," stated the blonde.

"Oh I'm happy," she said unconvincingly. "In fact when you see me on that stage I'll be as happy and hyper as a circus performer."

"Not if you're drunk," said Tara, taking the third scotch out of Willow's hand. "You'll be slurring and stumbling on that stage as if you were a bum."

"Oh yeah...well... not like you care. You'd probably laugh your ass of if I fell down."

"No I wouldn't," she reassured the redhead.

"Willow you're on in ten," said the bartender putting down the phone that had just rang.

"O' goody," she said putting on fake bravado.

"You don't sound too excited."

She spun herself off her bar stool and took two steps towards the stage.
Turning back around so that she was facing the blonde "Haha, baby," she laughed. "I'm paid to get excited."

excentric · **Posted:** Sun Dec 28, 2008 2:48 pm

sweet stuff. keep writing. i love reading it. you rock! ;-)

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Sat Jan 10, 2009 8:52 pm

Sorry for the delay. ;-)

CHAPTER EIGHT: HEY STRAWBERRY?

***

"Yo Red, this isn't the bloody Bronze," Spike yelled. "They'll fire our fucking ass's if we don't start on time."

"Yeah, yeah Spike, I know," replied Willow, slinging her guitar around her shoulder.

"Bloody hell, you know," he snapped, walking away from her.

"Hey Red, you know what we're playing first," Faith asked, as she positioned herself behind her brass drum set.

"Yeah I know," she said, looking back over her shoulder to give the brunette a fake smile.

"Care to share," asked Faith, getting agitated with the redheads bizarre behavior.

"Crazy little fucker's gonna get us canned before we even get a chance to play," Spike said to himself as he walked on stage flinging his own guitar strap around his shoulder.

"Ooooh, trust me you'll know," she smiled turning back around to face her microphone and the crowd. "This first song goes out to a pretty little blonde," she pointed to the bar where Tara was standing.

WILLOW:
And the sky is falling upwards
On a summer desert night

As soon as Willow started playing, her band mates picked up right behind her, knowing right away what song she was playing.

While kids in school are forced to sing
The battle hymns just right
And the extras paid to get excited
On the tv screen
So doped up on diversion
That they don't know what it means
To be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads
All I'm say in, dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too late
Make sure to give your full attention
Smile the best you can
Watch this hand give peace sign
While the other chokes a man
Cuz he wants to love another man
They'll tell you that its bad

SPIKE:
Cuz some book that set the moral codes
Is glamorized in ads

WILLOW:
To be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads
All I'm say in, dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too lateeeeeee!!!

And the back flipping, spike-haired preachers
Preaching through their headset mics
Saying god is the new Elvis and
He's "gonna rock tonight"
So just sip on that new energy drink
Although it tastes like shit
Cuz a pretty t.v. couple
Says they cant live without it

SPIKE/WILLOW:
To be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads
All I'm say in, dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too late

To be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads
All 'm say in, dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too lateeeeeeee!!!

"Now this one's going out to all you gangly ass mother fuckers," shouted Willow into her microphone. "For those of you in the back I wanna see you hands rased way the fuck up high. Everybody else get your ass out on this dance floor, and what I say goes, " She yelled as she started up her next song.

I'm tired, I'm bored,
Where's the cocaine
Things don't get started til midnight
In my brain
Called up Marie, that had sex for free
I asked her to give back all my records
And my jeans
I cant seem to, no matter how hard I try
To out-dance the dance-floor
So everybody woke, telling the same joke
And singing the same chorus to a song
That hasn't even been wrote
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
There is no right or wrong way for certain
Make up your own version sing along

SPIKE:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
What's it this week?
Perhaps a little game of poker?
And the import by the

SPIKE and FAITH:
"Let's Go Out Tonight's"!!!!!!!

That so over
Gimme a razor,
Not to cut myself
And talk about it
But to shave off your beard,
Your look better without it

Lions and wolves are the latest..
Oh my so 8 months ago...
Nice try

So everybody woke, telling the same joke
And singing the same chorus to a song
That hasn't even been wrote
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
There is no right or wrong way for certain
Make up your own version sing along

SPIKE:
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

So everybody woke, telling the same joke
And singing the same chorus to a song
That hasn't even been wrote
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
There is no right or wrong way for certain
Make up your own version sing along

So everybody woke, telling the same joke
And singing the same chorus to a song
That hasn't even been wrote
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
There is no right or wrong way for certain
Make up your own version sing along

WILLOW and SPIKE:
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

After the song was over Spike whirled around on Willow, "Since when do you sing about your personal problems in public," he practically growled.

"It's my fucking song Spike deal with it," she sniped back.

"So what you're just gonna announce to everyone that you're a coke head?" he asked, his face turning red with anger.

"I'll do what ever the fuck I want with my life, William," she said giving him a shit eating smile.

"Listen to me," he growled grabbing her arm. "Enough of this shit. Enough of you wasting your life away. After this gig your checking into a rehab center."

"Like hell I am," she yelled back.

"Hey, are we gonna play or what?" asked Faith "the crowds getting antsy."

"I just don't wanna see anything happen to you, Will," said Spike, his voice filled with concern.

"I promise nothing will ever happen," she gave him a real smile this time. "now lets show this crowed what fucking good music is," she said mocking his accent.

SPIKE/WILLOW:
Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back

"Now I wanna see all you mother fucker's MOSHHHHH!!!" Willow yelled into her mic before continuing the next part of the chorus.

WILLOW:
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back

As the dancers on the dance-floor moshed and pushed each other around Willow and Spike picked up the pace of the guitars to make the beat go faster. Soon Faith fallowed causing the moshpit to get bigger and more violent

SPIKE/WILLOW:
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

SPIKE:
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in

SPIKE/WILLOW:
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

***

"All right guys we're gonna take a 15 minute brake and be right back," said Willow after finishing the 8th song. Placing her guitar on its stand she jumped of the stage and walked back to the bar where Tara was still standing.

"Another Glenlivet," she order from the bar tender before turning to the blonde. "So I never did get the chance to ask you. Watcha doing here by yourself?" She gave the blonde a grin as she leaned against the bar.

"Well I was suppose to come with Buffy and her date but he was running late. So I came here and he's gonna pick up Buffy a little later at the house.

"Oh sounds like fun," Willow said sarcastically. "Being the third wheel on a date to make sure the guys not a freak or something."

"It's not like that," Tara tried to defend herself.

"O' I'm sure its not," she replied in a cocky manner. "You now what, I'm sorry. That was very rude of me."

"Yes it was!" She said in resentful outrage.

"I know that's why I apologized," she said in a child like voice while moving restively back and forth in front of the blonde. "I...I was wondering, maybe if...you might be up to it.... if we could catch a move sometime? You-now-like-old-times. She said really fast. Almost to fast for the blonde to catch.

"Did you just ask me..."

"Uhh Tara can we continue this later," asked Willow as she looked over the taller girls shoulder into the darker area of the night club.

"But you just aske...." exclaimed Tara completely confused at the redheads behavior.

"Yeah I know," she said while walking away from the blonde. "Be back soon," she practically mumbled out as she walked away.

***

"Well, well if it isn't strawberry," rasped out Racks husky voices from the dark corner of the club.

"I didn't think you were coming," stated Willow, never looking into the older man's eyes.

"Now strawberry, you know I wouldn't leave my best little junkie without a fix for to long, don't ya?" he gave her a sinister grin that sent a shiver up her spin.

"Yea, I know," she gave him a little smile of her own. "It's just a little more crowded here then the Bronze so I wasn't sure if you would come."

"Enough chatting. Let's go somewhere private." He lead her out the back door to an alleyway, followed closely by a bruised covered Jenny and two other tall well built men. As soon as they stepped outside the two men closed in on Willow, each grabbing a arm and one placing a hand over her mouth.

"You know Willow, I don't like other people touching my precious things except me," he proclaimed as he examined Jenny's face, which were covered in cuts and bruises. "And I especially don't like having to get rid of my most valuable income." he hissed as he put on a pair of black leather gloves.

"Now if you make a sound I'll have Adam here gut that pretty little blonde that you were talking to inside," he gave her a crocked smile knowing full well who the blonde was and what she meant to the redhead. "Do you get me BITCH!"

All Willow could do was shake her head yes as she tried to hold back her tears as images of something bad happening to Tara flashed before her eyes. As the hand around her mouth was removed she didn't make a sound. None probably would have came out even if she was to. When the first punch landed it connected squarely with her eye, realizing that it was the same hit she gave to Jenny. The next blow connected with her left check bone, splitting the skin wide open and causing blood to gush down.

The two men, Adam was one of them as that was what she remembered Rack calling him, had to grip her arms even tighter due to the blows raining down on her face. She started to sag down in the grips of the two strong men.

"Oh no, no Rosenberg, were just getting started," snickered Rack as he punched her in the stomach for emphasis. "See. what you do to me, I'll pay you back in ten fold." He punched her again in the gut this time making it an uppercut knocking the wind out of her and sending her to her feet. "Oh and Strawberry, never. I mean NEVER, demand something from me," he said while pulling out a small case from his back pocket. He opened it very slowly and kneeled on the concrete ground. He motioned for his two body guards to place the bloody body on the ground, stretched out, then motioned for Jenny to come over.

"Place the band just above the elbow and cuff her hand into a fist." he shouted orders at her. When she didn't respond right away he grew irate. "God damn it Jenny, I'm not fucking kidding with you. Do it!" he barked at her.

Once the rubber tubing was tightly secured around her elbow and her hand was made into a tight fist, Rack pulled out a needle from the case he had on the floor. "Hey Strawberry, lets take you up a notch and make you a full blown junkie," he said digging the needle into her unmoving battered body at the elbow. As the heroin flowed through her veins Willow struggled to get up and out of the grips of the larger men.

"Hahaha, I'll see you later strawberry," Rack laughed as he walked back into the night club and left Willow convulsing in the back alleyway.

Willowlover · **Posted:** Mon Jan 12, 2009 11:54 pm

So I haven't been around the site much in the last year but seeing as how your story, the first one I've read since I got back, is so great I feel more than obligated to post. This story is one of the best pieces of writing I have seen in months. Keep up the good work. :party

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Tue Jan 13, 2009 10:35 am

I just really want to say thank you to everyone who has left feedback, it has ment a lot to me. :blush

I am so sooo glad that you all are enjoying this story. :peace

Author: Vanessa
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

Chapter 9
(MAINTAIN CONSCIOUSNESS)

"Barry, there's a raccoon behind the dumpster again," said a female waitress to the bartender. "Can you take care of it please." she leaned on the bar counter and gave him a wink before walking around the bar to stand beside him.

"I'll see what I can do Sally," he said grabbing a flashlight and a bat from under the bar counter, before making his way to the back alley.

He flashed his light in random directions seeing if he could catch any sign or motion of the raccoon . Not hearing anything, he was about to head back inside but decide to go a little further down the alley to make sure the vermin was finally gone.

As Barry rounded the corner of the dumpster a body laid spread out on the ground unmoving. At first, due to the harsh lighting of the back alleyway he thought it might have been one of the many bums who regularly pass out behind the club, but as he got closer to the body he noticed slight tremors shaking the small frame.

"Holy shit," he barley gasped out, before dropping his flash light and bat to pick up the women he was just recently serving drinks to at the bar.

***

After siting at the bar for fifteen minutes in total confusion, trying to contemplate what just happened, Tara got up off her seat and made her way to the stage where Spike was pacing back and forth with an unlit cigaret in his mouth.

"Hey... Ummm, Spike, have you seen Willow?" Tara asked the bleached blonde a little nervously not having talked to him properly in a while.

"Please, that FLAKY BITCH! I'll tell you what Tara. If you see her, tell her, her band mates are bloody pissed with her sodden ass." he snarled, his British accent coming out more so then ever before.

"Um... I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean..." before she could finish her sentence the door leading to the back alley bursted open with a man running through shouting.

***

The door bursted open with a hard kick. Splinters and fragments of wood went flying as people near the door started screaming. "Help, 911. Some one call 911." He bellowed as he carried the jerking body in his arms. He ran to the bar and swiftly knocked over what ever bottles or glasses where on top of the table top so he could place the body down.

As Barry continued shouting out orders the music playing from the speakers from the radio turned off and the house lights turned on. Those who were dancing stopped and made their way to the bar to see what was happening."Sally, 911 NOW!" he ordered to the waitress who stood in shock behind the bar.

The raven haired women quickly picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"911, please state your emergency," came an older collective voice from across the other line.

"Oh god, there's this women, she's shaking. Her eyes are rolled back but there open. Oh god," Sally hyperventilated.

"Okay, sweetie, sweetie. It sounds like she's having a seizure," said the women.

"A...a...seiz,..oh..oh," she panted.

"All right, you've got to breath other wise your no help to me, that women, or yourself," the other women said in a stern voice. "Now where are you?"

"Oh, um...the Saint's. It's a club on 900 King Street. Please hurry," Sally begged.

"Alright I just sent a dispatch unit out. Now I want you to stay on the line with me just in case anything else should happen."

"Like what?" asked Sally, almost to afraid to voice her question.

"Just incase she goes into cardiac arrest before the paramedics arrive."

"O god....o god.....o god. I can't do this."

"Now do you notice anything else wrong with her?" asked the emergency telephone operator.

"O god ya," she gave out a small chuckle. "There's blood every where."

"Is it coming out of her nose, ears, eyes?" inquired the women becoming a little concerned.

"Nose maybe, other then that its just coming from cuts on her checks and chin."

***

"Um... I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean..."

The door bursted open with a hard kick. Splinters and fragments of wood went flying as people near the door started screaming.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with him. He isn't the bloody karate kid." Spike snipped. Still angry about Willow's disappearance.

"Help, 911. Some one call 911. Shouted out a short stocky man, with a shaved head.

"What's this poof going on about?" he asked Tara, while taking out his lighter to light his dangling cigaret.

"...Willow..." she whispered, before merging in with the rest of the crowd around the bar.

***

"How much longer till the ambulance shows up?" asked Sally a bit worried since the redheads shaking started to increase a little.

"About another five minutes." said the women. "How's she doing."

"She's starting to shake more," said Sally wiggling back and forth. "Is that bad?"

Instead of answering the girl's question, the emergency operator asked another question instead.

"Did you happen to find a wallet on her, or did you notice any body with her tonight. I need to get some information on her," asked the women with a slight crackle through the phone.

"Um, yea I found her wallet her name is W-I-L-L-O-W R-O-S-E-N-B-E-R-G," she spelled out. "She came with some band mates....but I don't see them now," Sally said looking around. "O I found some one she was talking to before maybe they now each other. Hold on," Sally said placing the phone down on the counter top so she can push her way through the mob of people to get to the blonde women.

"Hey, I'm Sally. There's a bit of a problem do you know a Willow Rosen.."

"Rosenberg," Tara cut off, grabbing the other girls shoulder. "Where is she?"

"Um..she's kinda...." Sally winched at the pain shooting up her arm from the grip on her shoulder.

"Take me to her," Tara demanded leaving no room for arguing.

"Okay," Sally said with a weak smile while trying to get out of the blonde's death grip. She turned and lead the blond back behind the bar.

Once at the bar Tara took a staggering step backwards when her eyes landed on Willow. Her face was completely covered in a rich red colored blood. Her eyes were open and rolled backwards to the left. Blood rolled over her right eye and down to her open mouth which mixed with the blood from her nose. Several deep cuts graced her once angelic face now leaving open gashes that will have to be stitched closed. Her hands were clenched in tight fist of agony at her side while her back was arched upwards in sheer pain.

"O my god, Willow," Tara cried at seeing the mangled redhead. Tears slid down her cheek and landed on the redheads hand as the blonde gently clutched it. She looked up to say thank you to Barry who was holding Willow down so she wouldn't throw herself off the bar top with her jerking, but before she could he responded with, "you're welcome"

"Hey... um.... lady, I found somebody" Sally whispered, wishing she wasn't the one who had to do this.

"Good. And....it's Gertrude." said the women giving Sally something to call her besides women or lady even though it wasn't professional. "The ambulance should be arriving shortly."

"Thank you Gertrude."

***

"Move. Get the fuck out of my way," shouted Faith trying to run through the crowd.

"Move ye little bugger," Spike growled, grabbing a guy by the back of his jacket and flinging him backwards into the crowd of people behind them.

"Hey," said the guy grabbing Spike's shoulder and spinning him around. "What the fuck man. You got a problem."

Spike just laughed which distracted the man giving Spike the advantage he wanted. He let loose with a right hook knocking the man to the ground. When he turned around there where two big burly football jocks with there arms crossed ready to defend their friend. "Get the fuck out of me way."

"I'd listen to the English guy. He's getting kinda pissed." Faith said pushing a women and man out of her way,to make her way back to Spike, noticing that he got caught up in the crowd.

"Lady thiss don't conccern you," said one with a lisp.

She laughed at the fact that the man was 6'2, 190 pounds of pure muscle and yet he had a lisp.

"Whatsss sso funny?" he demanded.

"Your lisp," she giggled.

"That'sss it," he yelled diving at her.

Faith easily side stepped the large oaf and elbowed him in the back of the head causing him to slam to the ground with a groan, rendering him unconscious.

"Hey that's my brother!" shouted the second jock as he showed of his teeth in what was to be a intimidating manner, but since his top two front teeth were missing it only caused Spike and Faith to laugh harder then what they were already.

"O' I'm gonna take pleasure in gutting you boy," said the 6'3, 220 plus pound football player.

As he started to charge, Spike stood exactly where he was. When the monstrosity of a athlete came with in arm length of him, Spike dropped his left shoulder sideways and extended his right hand with the knuckles out. His knuckles contacted with meaty flesh of his opponents trachea rendering him breathless and dropping him to his knees in seconds.

As soon as Spike's knuckles had made contact with his throat the other man grabbed his neck for dear life, struggling for a breath. With the jock kneeling on the floor grabbing his neck in absolute horror, Spike grabbed the back of his shaved head and slammed his knee up into the football players face breaking his nose. Dropping the six foot three man onto the floor in a puddle of his own blood.

"Bloody fuckers don't listen."

"Anybody else wanna get their nose bashed in for not moving out of the way?" asked Faith heading towards the bar.

A murmur of no's could be heard from those who witnessed the fight and quickly moved out of the duos way.

***

"O fuck what happened, T?"asked Faith, pushing Barry aside to take his place.

"I don't know. The ambulance is coming any minute though," she reassured the brunette.

"Mother fucker," Spike yelled, slamming his hand down on the top of the bar repeatedly.

"Spike?" asked Faith and Tara simultaneously.

"She said she would be careful. She said nothing would happen to her," he said visibly shaking, as a tear slipping down his face.

"You now what happened?" asked Tara a bit confused.

"She....she's a..."

"Excuse me, excuse me" came voices from behind Spike and Faith. Two men in their late forties cared a stretcher and a metical kit with them.

"Excuse me, your gonna need to back up," said one of the paramedics to Spike. He was starting to go bold in the back if his head but he had kind light blue eyes. "We have to give her a shot so do any of you now if she is allergic to anything." asked the other paramedic who had a bunch of white hairs spread out around his head sporadically.

Faith and Spike just looked at each other not sure if there half sister was allergic to anything.

"Capers," Tara offered up. Remembering from a couple years ago when Willow told her about that little bit of information.

"Alright good she wont have a reaction to this medicine, said the second paramedic as he stuck a needle into her right wrist. "Alright we got to get the IV drip into her so if one of you wants to ride in the ambulance you better come now said the first paramedic as they lifted Willow's body onto the stretcher.

"I'm going," said Tara following the two men.

"What," said Spike stepping in front of her. "Why do you think you should go."

"Because I am. And I think you should find Mr. Giles and tell him what happened," said Tara brushing pasted Spike.

***

"Hey Mike did you mess up on the IV drip?" asked the second paramedic when they were strapping the redhead in.

"No I haven't even got it started Rick. Why?" He asked his partner, turning around with the IV bag and tube in hand.

"Because there's already a needle hole in her arm," he said looking from the arm then into Mike's eye.

"Shit," said Mike letting his arms go limp to his sides. "We gotta get her to the Hospital quick. I'll drive," he said hoping out the back of the ambulance.

Just as Mike was about to close the back doors, Tara came running up to the truck. "Wait," she shouted.

"Hurry up, get in," MIke shouted helping her in, before closing the door and making it to the drivers side to start the ambulance and start to the Hospital.

***

I have a female, Caucasian, twenty-one. Multiple laceration wounds to the face. I'm bringing her in," said Mike pulling out of the night club.

***

"Ma'am I'm gonna need you to remove her shirt and bra," said Rick as he pulled out sticky pads to place on the redheads chest to monitor her heart.

"Is she gonna be okay," asked Tara doing what the man asked.

"Ma'am I'm not at liberty to say that," he said giving her a sad smile.

"Please," she begged. "Just to give me hope."

"She'll be alright. I'll do everything I can... for...her," he said. His words slowing and his eyebrows narrowing as he placed the pads underneath her choler bones.

"What's the matter?"

"Her ribs are broken," he said tracing the popped out discolored skin.

love_2003 · **Joined:** Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:12 pm **Posts:** 1170

Really enjoying this story and hope that when Willow wakes up in the hospital Tara is the first thing she sees.

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Thu Jan 15, 2009 1:39 pm

To love_2003: I'm really glad you're enjoying this story. However Willow and the rest of the group are going to have to face a little more twist and turns before everything can go back to normal. =)

New update coming shortly :peace

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Thu Jan 15, 2009 2:04 pm

Author: Vanessa
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

Chapter 10
(Mommy's Little Addict)

***

"Ambulance number 3-1-9 is bringing in a seizure patient, may be relevant to drugs," said Mike into his walkie talkie as he rounded the corner to the Hospital.

"Okay 3-1-9, bring 'em in" said the voice on the other end.

"I have a person in the back with the patient. You may wanna ask her for some questions," inquired Mike.

"Will do."

***

As the ambulance came to a stop outside of the ER the back door opened up and Rick jumped out. He reached back inside of the automobile and started to pull out the stretcher as Mike ran around the other side.

"We have to get her inside her heart beat's slowing down," said Rick raising up one side of the stretcher.

The two hurried inside the Hospital building, were they placed the redhead on a movable bed and had nurses take over for them. The nurses quickly rushed the redhead into ICU where they prepared her for surgery and a drug test.

"She's going to be just fine," said Rick placing his hand on the blondes shoulder when he noticed her standing in the doorway with unshed tears in her eyes.

***

Tara sat alone in the waiting room for over two hours. Every once and a while some body would come in and sit down, but they would leave in twenty to thirty minutes upon arriving with a loved one.

The blonde just sat stock still staring at the door that the nurses would bring Willow out through. She hadn't move for an hour, her bones were starting to ache. She grew aggravated at the black cat clock, with the rotating eyes and the swinging tail. The one that made a clicking noise every second. She wanted to get up and rip it off the wall, but that involved moving. She might miss Willow if she did that. So she sat there instead, listening to the TICK TICK TICK of the clock.

After another five minutes the door behind her swung open revealing an out of breath Spike. His hair was plastered down to his scalp and his leather coat was dangling of his shoulders. He made is way over to Tara and plopped himself into a seat.

"What the hell took you so long?" yelled Tara. "I've been here for almost three hours."

"Will had...keys too..car," he panted. "Faith went....find Giles....I run...Hospital," he gasped, sinking further into his chair.

"Good thing your not out of shape," she teased, noticing his deep breathing and red face.

"...fuck you..." he panted in some what of a joked.

"Listen Spike, at the club you said something about Willow not getting hurt or about her saying she wont get hurt...?" Tara asked trying to get Spike to enlighten her on what happened.

"Um....she's kinda a.......look blondie, Red's a cra..."

"I'm looking for the family of Willow Rosenberg?" asked a young Chinese nurse coming through the door Tara was just recently watching.

"Um, yeah that's me," said Spike, jumping up out of his seat. "I'm her brother."

"Why don't we go somewhere private to talk," said the nurse looking at Spike then at the blonde behind him.

"Umm," looking over his shoulder at Tara, "yeah," he said following the nurse through the door she came through.

***

"The Doctor, Doctor Ezra...he realigned her ribs. Three were broken out of place and two were cracked. The cuts on her face were stitched up. One hundred and three all together. Major contusion around the right eye and cheek bone. Also... there was a huge quantity of heroin found in your sister's blood stream.... Enough to kill her."

"What?" said Spike shocked.

"So you didn't know your sister did drugs?" question the nurse while checking something off on a sheet of paper.

"She...she doesn't do heroin," he said trying to wrap that fact around his mind.

"Well according to Doctor Ezra, there's enough in her to kill a deer," said the nurse in a stern voice.

"He's lying," Spike said threw his teeth, in almost a growl.

"Well then why don't you ask him yourself," said the Chinese women, pointing to the light blonde haired doctor in his late forties.

Flinging around so fast that his duster flew up behind him like a cape, Spike marched over to the Doctor.

"Oy, you Doctor Ezra?" he asked, tapping the older man on the shoulder.

"Uh yeah, what can I help you with," he asked as he looked the bleached blonde male in the face.

"My sister isn't no fucking heroin addict!" he snapped.

"Oh, you mean Miss Rosenberg," said the doctor with a big grin as he hugged his note chart to his chest.

"She isn't," he protested.

"Well you see," he pulled the chart away from his chest and pointed to a graph of scatered lines, "that heroin floating around inside her blood stream says otherwise," he continued to grin.

"Where is she? I wanna talk to her. Get this all straightened out." the guitarist demanded.

"Well you see, that leaves us in a bit of a pickle," chuckled the Doctor. "She slipped into a coma about an hour ago while in surgery.

"Wha..." Spike squeaked out. Backing up until his shoulder-blades hit the wall behind him. Slowly he slid down the pale green wall and sat on the floor staring at nothing.

"I'll make sure your updated with anymore news," said the Doctor walking away.

***

"Spike!" Tara shouted, running up to him. "How is she ?"

"She's in a coma. They're.... they're gonna do more test," he said, walking over to a dirty looking brown couch and took a seat.

"A...a coma," whispered Tara. "How the hell did that happen?"

"Don't know," Spike lied. "All we can do now is wait."

After another hour passed by, nurse Anne came back out to the waiting room to inform both Spike and Tara that Willow had been moved to a regular patient room and that they could go visit. She gave them the room number and directions of how to get there through the hospital corridors.

As Tara was about to open the door to leave the waiting room , the door opened before she grabbed the door knob. As she stepped back, Giles and Faith rushed in.

"Bout time ye got here," Spike said bringing Faith into a hug.

"Have you heard anything," asked Giles stepping Further into the dimly lit room.

"She's in a coma. We were just about to go see her," offered Tara.

"Alright let's go," said the older man.

***

As the group approached Willows room they noticed a dark brown haired Doctor in his mid twenties to early thirties checking over Willow's vitals, making sure everything was fine.

"Oy! Is everything alright," asked Spike, stepping into the room.

"Oh you must be her family. I'm Doctor Squire, I'll be taking care of Willow while she's in her coma." he smiled but it wasn't genuine.

"Doc, can I talk to you outside a bit," asked Spike with a tilt of his head.

"Sure," said Doctor Squire.

"Um I was wondering, if at all possible... if you wouldn't mind not mentioning the drug problems to the girls inside, just to me and my Father?" questioned Spike, hoping the Doctor would say yes.

"And is there a reason why your sisters shouldn't now about their own sisters addiction?" the Doctor questioned back.

"Well it's just that...god this is so hard to say," Spike put on his best acting skills. "Mum use to be a heroin addict and before that cocaine, until one day it took her," he gave a little sniffle and whipped his left eye with the sleeve of his jacket. "I just don't want them to look at Willow and see our mum."

Doctor Squire just looked at the bleach blonde man unsure of his speech.

"Please!" He begged. "For my sisters."

"Fine just you and your father," the Doctor retorted before turning on his haunches and walking to another patients room.

"What a stupid git," Spike whispered to himself as a grin spread across his face.

*******

Next update soon :pride

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Sat Jan 24, 2009 11:50 am

Author: Vanessa
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.
Note: Flashbacks are in italics

Chapter 11
(What Comes After Darkness)

***

"What was that about?" Giles asked curiously as Spike reentered Willows room.

"I told him if he hears any news tell us right away. Also that nobody else is allowed into this room with out our consent," Spike lied, plopping himself down onto an uncomfortable green cushioned arm chair.

"When will he be back," asked Giles, pacing back and forth. "I have some questions for him."

"How the bloody hell should I now, the bloody wanker looked like he was twelve," Spike moaned, becoming aggravated at Giles questioning. "The stupid poofs father probably paid his way through medical school anyway."

"What crawled up your butt and died," asked Faith, leaning against a off white painted wall.

"Oh I don't now.... maybe because my sisters in a fucking coma and they give her a bloody doctor that looks like he hasn't even finished college yet," Spike snapped.

"This is coming from a guy who barely got into college," retorted Tara lowering her eyebrows at the pale haired man.

"Did I ask for your input?" growled Spike as he propelled himself out of the green chair he was sitting in. "An' why the fuck are you even here? You couldn't give two shit's about red or her bloody habits."

"What do you me..."

"Why don't you jus' go back to New York," he stared her down. "She don't need you fucking up her life anymore then it already is."

"Hey Spike chill out," said Faith, coming to Tara's defense.

"Yes Spike I do say you have taken this quite to far." Giles finally spoke up from his position in front of the doorway.

"O' fuck off Rupert," Spike hardly gave the older man a passing glance.

"That's it, outside now!" Giles bellowed at Spike grabbing him by his jacket and dragging him out of the room.

***

"Get your bloody hands off me, Ripper. You think you're my father, ha that's a laugh. And if you were such a good father where were you all the times she was getting high," he yelled pointing to where he believed the redhead was laying motionless on the all white bed.

"What?" he gasped.

"Oh that's right you don't now two shit's about Red either. You just think she's your little angel."

"No your lying," Giles shook his head in denial, not believing what Spike said.

"Oh please. She snorts more cocain then Courtney Love." Spike rolled his eyes as he walked further away from Willow's room.

"And you've known?" Giles asked bewildered.

"Of course I've known. I'm the one whose been watching her like a hawk trying to make her stop."

"Why?" the older man asked confused.

"Because I new this shit was gonna happen." he yelled. "I new she was gonna end up doing some other stupid shit and end up in a coma like....like..."

"I'm sorry William," Giles rested one arm around the younger man in what he believed was a show of support.

"Yea well it wasn't your fault she killed herself ," he said shrugging out of Giles grip.

"No but I wish I could have helped your mother." he gave him a sympathetic look. "She was a good women and she loved you very much."

"Not enough I guess or she would have given up the drugs," He walked over to a waiting area and sat down in a old wooden chair.

"She tried. A couple of times to get clean. I took her to rehab centers and she would emerge clean for a couple of weeks but she would always get dragged back in. It was hard for her." Giles tried justifying his friends need for the drugs.

"Yeah well she should have tried harder after all she did HAVE A SON!" he yelled, tears welling up in his eyes as he remembered his mother laying in the hospital beds much like his stepsister was now.

It was hard for him to understand what was happening at the time seeing as how he was only seven. He watched as his mother laid in a all white bed with machines hooked up all around her. Her skin was a deadly pale color. All her veins were sunken in making it difficult for the Doctors to get the IV into her arm. Thinking back to all the things that happened to his mum to let her body come to this state, he came up with one possible answer.

He had been watching her while they were at home, watching her for about a year. He noticed how she lost weight about every day. How she wouldn't eat normal food just this white powder that she drank through her nose. He came to a conclusion... It was weird. His mum didn't care about anything else but that white powdered food.

There were times were she would leave him alone in the house for days un-end. No more then three usually but on a rare occasion five. Those times he wold go over to a friends of his mums, another British chap named Giles. There he would be feed, biscuits and tea. Food he never got. Food he never will have. There was no food at home. Mum doesn't work, she just drinks white powder.

It was one of those rare occasions where pop comes home. He comes home every six months to a year and a half. It was a bad time for him to come home.

I was sitting on the kitchen floor playing with my toys and mums white stuff. Its good to make mountains with to run toy cars through. I guess he didn't like my mountain. He picked me up without say hullo and flung me on the table. Nearly broke my back.

"Stupid Git ," he bellowed in outrage.

I laid on the table quietly crying, my back hurt so much.

He scooped up as much of mums powder as he could and placed it in a dish before turning towards me.

"You stupid wanker you now how much money that cost me," he raised his left hand across his chest and brought it down upon his sons face cutting open his left eyebrow.

"Ahh pop," William screamed in agony.

"Shut up boy and take you punishment.

Again he raised his left hand across his chest and brought it down across his sons face this time catching him below the left eye causing it to swell right away.

"Dad please stop," he begged.

"You're a begger now," he grabbed him by his dirty ripped shirt and flung him off the table to the kitchen floor where he landed on his shoulder with a pop. "Well start begging like your mum boy."

A swift kick caught the six year old in the stomach. "I don't hear begging William," he kicked his son again.

"Stop. Please stop." he whined as he coughed up blood.

"Why so you can ruin more of my precious cocain. So your mum can fuck some more blind ass retards as I rot away in jail."

"No please, just stop." he kept begging but to no avail.

Kicking him in the face so his neck snapped backwards, eyes flutering open and closed.

"You know I didn't even want a son." was the last words William heard before he blacked out.

"Ahh," Spike snapped back to reality noticing that Giles had been talking to him for some time. "I'm sorry what."

"I think we should be heading back to the room now. Wouldn't want them to get worried," he smiled at Spike.

"O yea I guess so," he picked himself up from the chair and headed towards Willow's room. "O and Giles thanks."

"For what," he asked confused.

"When I was younger and my mum went of with her supplier you feed me. Thanks," he smiled at the grey haired man.

"It was my pleasure."

***

"O my god where the hell did you guys go," asked Faith as the two men re-entered the room. "I thought Spike killed you," she hugged Giles.

"No we just went and talked a little." reassured Giles with a smile.

"Any change," Spike asked, coming to stand next to Tara who took his former seat.

"No not yet," she said looking up into his face. "I'll let you now though."

"Huh?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I plan on staying the night... Just in case she wakes up," she clarified.

"Riggght.," he said, dragging out the word. "Did the Doctor come in?" questioned Spike changing the subject.

"No not yet."

As if on cue the doctor opened the door and stepped in.

"Hey how's it going in here?" he asked, making his way to the bed.

"Yo Doc how long till she wakes up," asked Faith.

"Well that depend," said doctor Squire writing her vitals down on his clipboard.

"On what?" asked Tara.

"Well on her... and you guys," he said crossing his arms.

"What! That's a load of bullshit." Spike scuffed.

"Spike please," Giles insisted.

"Alright sorry." he apologized.

"Well scientist have proven that coma patients do increasingly better when there loved ones are around."

"Alright check," said Faith. "What else?"

"Well talk to them. Tell them that you're here that you care for them read them stories. If you know their favorite band or music that has also been proven to work. Also home made moves can do the trick." said the Doctor raddling off some ideas. "Now just to let you now these don't work for everybody. So if it doesn't work for you and Miss Rosenberg here I am incredibly sorry."

"But it's worth giving a shot?" asked Tara to the Doctor.

"Yes definitely," said Doctor Squire giving her a charming smile.

"Then let's do it," said Giles.

Willowlover · **Posted:** Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:59 pm

Your story is increasingly enveloping. Keep up the good work =)

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Sun Feb 08, 2009 8:49 am

Author: Vanessa
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

Chapter 12
(My Double And I)

***

"Hey T, I'm gonna take Giles and Faith back home. Let them get some rest. Pick up some clothes and items for myself, maybe some of Will's CD's." Spike said coming to stand next to the sitting blonde. "Do you want me to swing by your place and have Anya or Buffy pack some clothes for you to wear tomorrow?"

"Oh shit Buffy!" Tara yelled digging into her left butt pocket for her phone. Upon turning it on five voice mail messages appeared. "Shit."

"You alright love?" Spike asked concerned.

"I was suppose to meet Buffy at the club. She had some date with some guy and I was suppose to act as a buffer incase things didn't click."

"Ooh," Spike said, looking down fallen.

"I'm sorry Spike," she gave him a succor apology "but it has been almost three years. Haven't you moved on?"

"Yeah your right. I mean, I bet you did."

"Nothing ever happened between Willow and me," she defended herself.

"Well that's not what she seems to recall." Spike tilted his head as he grinned.

"She told you?" Tara looked up with cloudy eyes into his expressionless gaze.

"Ahh... so something did happen." He gave a award winning grin.

Giving a slight shake of her head that it barley registered to Spike, "I have to go return these phone calls." she said in a sob standing up out of her chair and exiting the room quickly.

"Well...damn," Spike growled out, kicking the wall next to him.

***

"Where the fuck am I . This is creepy." the figure sat on a yellow couch in what appeared to be a run down motel room. A mirror hung on the far wall opposite the door with a slight tilt.

The room was mostly empty, just the couch, a dull light bulb hanging from the ceiling, a mirror, and a few scattered card board boxes with papers in them.

A blur past in front of the mirror. So fast that the figure on the couch could not make it out . "What the hell." it mumbled pushing itself of the dirty yellow sofa.

As the figure approached the mirror its face was no longer obstructed by darkness. Red hair cascaded down the back of a grey trench coat. Green eyes stared intently into the mirror but only black eyes stared back.

The face was the same but no longer was there red hair. In its place was a jet black main flowing down her doubles back. Cobalt steel eyes replaced her emerald green, giving her the creeps.

"Weird," she said into the mirror only to have the double mouth it back to her.

Placing a hand, palm down on the center of the glass the two reflections started to follow each other. After some time the red headed figure placed her other palm on the mirror and began rotating that one two.

As she was about to lift her hands away from the mirror her dark double grabbed her wrist and started dragging her into the mirror. Screaming in terror she put her feet against the wall and pulled against the dark haired women with all her might.

The black eyes grew angry and released her target. She started pacing inside the mirror, flipping the hood to her trench coat over her head. She will get her.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," the redhead panted while laying on the floor after the little brawl with herself and the mirror. Crawling over onto her hands and knees she made her way to the couch.

'What the fuck is this place? What was that? Oh god I need to sleep' she thought to herself as she rested her head on the arm rest of the couch and curled up into a little ball.

No more then a minute past before the pillow cushions started shacking. It felt like a mini earthquake had opened itself up right underneath her. "What the," was as far as she got before being dragged between two pillow cushions.

***

The phone rang for what felt like eternity before a sleepy voice finally picked it up.

"Hello," a feminine voice rasped out.

"Buffy! O' thank god," Tara said happily.

"Tara were the hell are you? I've been trying your phone all night," Buffy yelled at her like an over protected mother. "But then it dawned on me, phone off, at a club. Hey maybe you picked up some hot chick," she giggled.

"Buffy, Willow's in the hospital." Tara could barley say the words. "She was having a seizure. Something happened to her." She couldn't hold it in anymore, she started to cry.

"Alright Tara, which hospital are you at?" Buffy asked trying to get Tara coherent.

"Mount Saint Mary," she whispered.

"Alright I'll be right there," she said hanging up the phone.

"Thanks," Tara said to static.

***

About forty minutes later Spike returned to Willow's room.

"Alright Goldie locks, I come baring gifts," he quipped as he open the door. "What the fuck is she doing her," he pointed to the other blonde next to Tara."

"I invited her," said Tara.

"Yea and I said nobody else is allowed in this room," he said dropping his bag of clothes and other assorted items. "So scram."

"Oh fuck you Spike," said Buffy finally talking.

"Ah we did that once, didn't care for it much," he gave her a grin.

"Well I'm not leaving, Tara needs me," she said ignoring Spike's jab.

"Well then you both can fucking leave," he started pulling out CD's from one of the two book bags he brought.

"Alright. Tara if you need me I'm just a phone call away," she said giving her friend a hug before leaving.

"Why do you have to be such a jerk," asked Tara once Buffy left the room.

"I guess it's in my nature," he answered back. "Here, here are some of her CD's. Her own that she recorded with out the band and stuff she bought. There are also some home made videos in the bag," he handed her some CD's before grabbing some cash out of the first book bag. "I'm gonna go down to the cafeteria, you want anything.

"No. Thanks," she said looking up at him.

"Your welcome," he said before he too left.

***

Her double had her again and this time she couldn't get away. They were falling. Falling for what seemed like forever until they hit something hard yet soft at the same time.

She was on a worn out queen size mattress with out any sheets, pinned down by her double who was grinning at her.

"Get off of me," the redhead snarled at her trying to wiggle and buck her way free.

"Now, now you gotta be patient," the double said with a hint of venom in her voice. "Don't you want your surprise."

"No!," she shouted still wiggling but her double was to strong. After some time of strugling she finally got one hand lose. Punching the black haired women in the face and knocking her off her balance, the redhead got enough room to squeeze out from under her grasp.

"Tisk, tisk," the women mocked grabbing the redhead by the hair and yanking her backwards to the center of the bed. "Now we're gonna have to play dirty," she grinned lowering one hand to the redheads throat cutting off her air supply as the other hand held her captives hands above her head.

"Hey! I said tame her. Not kill her," came a husky male voice from behind the fighting duo.

Turning her head so that it looked over her shoulder she gave the man a smile. "Sorry master," she released her captive who rapidly grabbed her neck trying to gasp for air.

"Bitch," she gasped out trying to sit up. As she sat up her eyes made contact with the man stading next to her double.

"Willow," the man's booming voice repeatedly sounded in her head.

"Dad," she choked out.

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Thu Feb 19, 2009 12:28 pm

Author: Vanessa
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.
Please, PLease, Please Leave Feadback. I Need To Know How I'm Doing. :pray

Chapter 13
(Daddy's Little Girl)

***

"Hi Willow," the man smile disdainfully.

"Dad what are you doing here?" asked Willow scooting towards the edge of the bed.

"Uh uh uh stay right there little Willow," he lowered his eyebrows. "I wouldn't want you getting hurt." The women at his side took one step forward.

"Where am I?" she demanded an answer.

"Where I want you," he grinned as he started to remove his belt. "Lay down," he ordered as he neared the bed.

"No," she refused staring up into her fathers dark unaffectionate green eyes.

"Are you defying me now? I said lay down!" He hollered at her.

"Why?" She cried, tears running down her face as she laid back on the bed. "Why do you like to hurt me?"

"Because," he said climbing up on top of her. He started to unbutton his shirt as he lowered his face to her ear. "A man has needs."

He slowly started to lift up her green shirt. Inch by inch until he reached her cotton red bra. "Ahh my sweet Willow has grown up," he hummed as he grasped her breast and squeeze it. Not so gently, he ripped the green fabric over her head, discarding it haphazardly on the foot of the bed. "I see you still got that cluster of freckles on your right shoulder." He nibbled it not so gently.

Trying with all her might not to whimper in protest, Willow just laid still as her father started working his way down to the buttons on her jeans. Slowly the clasp was unhooked and the zipper pulled down to revel her silk red thong.

"Ooh no more Barbie undies. Daddy like," he said massaging her crotch.

It took every ounce of strength she had not to throw up at what he just said.

Grabbing the dark black jeans, Mr. Rosenberg starting yanking vigorously on them until they where at the redheads knees. "Well that's new," he said indicating the tattoo located on Willow's right upper thigh. "I'll ask you about that later."

Shuffling backwards off the bed, Mr. Rosenberg made quick work of his button down shirt. "I guarantee you'll like this my little Willow tree," he said as he removed his pants and boxer. "I now I will," he laughed as he started to crawl back onto the bed.

Not realizing that his daughter had moved her pants up a little that way she could move her legs better, Mr. Rosenberg was caught off guard when a old school Reebok sneaker hit his chest sending him flying off the bed and onto his back.

Quickly pulling up her pants and grabbing her slightly ripped shirt, Willow hoped off the bed and made her way to where her dad laid lying on the ground grabbing his chest. Giving him another swift kick to the side, she turned to leave but was stopped by her double who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Not so fast sweetie," the clone said, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her to sit back down on the bed.

"Please let me go," she begged.

"Hmm tempting..."

"You stupid bitch," her father roared as he stood up. "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

"Me!" she shouted at him, "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

***

"Doctor! Doctor! Her heart beats increased," said a nurse watching Willow's monitors from a station in the nurses corridors.

"How high?" Doctor Squire asked.

"Look," said the nurse, turning the computer moniture around so the Doctor can see it.

"It seems Miss. Rosenberg's having a nightmare," said the Doctor. "If it increases again tell me." With that the Doctor walked away.

***

"Lets see what CD's you have Will," Tara said going through the pile of CD's Spike brought.

"Rancid, Joan Jett, Queen, Blink 182,..blank CD, hmm lets see what's on this one shall we," she said out load as if she was talking to Willow.

Standing up she made her way to a small portable CD player that was sitting in the window-sill.

The music started out with a fast beat. The drums and guitar battling each other for dominance.

Thinking of the words to say,
I'd like to think that this was fake.
Reference to a song you love,
Spell confusion with a 'k'.
Like a star without its rings,
I'm hanging here on these two wings.
For that smile and those eyes...

Chorus
(I'm falling)

If time could stop, how could I make this more poetic?
When there's nothing more pathetic to be said...

You bring me out, show me light,
I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside.
You carry through, you make me smile.
If it were you and me tonight,
I would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you,
For you...

If you ever had the chance,
Would you make your life seem right?
Or would you only hold it back,
The good times, the hard, and the bad.
Whatever you say is alright,
Just as long as there's no doubt.
Could you look me in the eyes...

Chorus
(And say goodbye)

If time could stop, how could I make this more poetic?
When there's nothing more pathetic to be said...

You bring me out, show me light,
I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside.
You carry through, you make me smile.
If it were you and me tonight,
I would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you.

Our wish,
Each time,
Keeps me returning to you,
Night after night...
Lift me up as high as the clouds that won the sky,
For you and I...
You bring me out, show me light,
I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside.
You carry through, you make me smile,
If it were you and me tonight,
I would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you...

You bring me out, show me light,
I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside...
You carry through, you make me smile,
If it were you and me tonight,
I would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you,
For you...

Smiling as the song finished "wow Willow I must admit I actually liked that song. It wasn't all mean like your other ones," she said to the comatose redhead.

"That's because she wrote it for you," said Spike leaning against the doorframe. Some how he managed to open the door and listen to the song with the blonde without her knowing. "Well, before you left that is." he walked into the room further picking up the empty CD case. "Yeah this ones old. Marked junior year," he said flipping the case over to show Tara the back where the date was subscribed in bold sharpy marker.

"Why did you bring that one then?" Tara asked.

"Didn't realize. Just grabbed a hand full of her CD's," Spike said back going through some of her other CD's. "ooooh put this one in. I haven't heard this one before."

Complying with the guitarist, she grabbed the case not so gently and walked over to the CD player to change disks.

Much like the first song this one started out with a fast tempo the drums banging away. About ten seconds into the song Willow's voice appears with a tint of a scream to it.

Wasted youth and mad as hell
My friends keep asking me
Are you ok, man, you're eyes are glazin'

I can't get over it
This shit is killing me
My body's achin', hands are shakin'

(Chorus)
I'm cutting down you heard the line
Whiskey in the morning one more time
Hit that cigarette Colt 45
Whiskey in the morning
Cant stop drinkin' gonna die.
I cant stop thinkin' how
Where I was before the drugs
A young day dreamer, fixed on screaming

Still really loved the life
Drinking, snorting, smoking high
Super jaded, loaded, hated

(Chorus)
I'm cutting down you heard the line
Whiskey in the morning one more time
Hit that cigarette Colt 45
Whiskey in the morning
Cant stop drinkin' gonna die.

I go out every night
Helpless secrets lifeless eyes
Tore up, faded
No give taken

Still really love the life
Drinking, snorting, smoking highs
Sweet leaf space case
Hands are shakin'

I'm cutting down you heard the line
Whiskey in the morning one more time
Hit that cigarette Colt 45
Whiskey in the morning
Can't stop drinkin'
can't stop drinking gonna die.

"Um...okay," Tara said looking at Willow's bruised face then to the floor.

"Hey um Tara there's something I need to tell you about Willow," Spike said looking nerves.

***

"Look at you Willow, your so yummy," he said as if that was a valid answer.

"I'm your daughter. You're not suppose to do this to me."

"Well you turned out just fine didn't you."

"I was just a kid," she screamed at him. Looking up at him in pity and disgust "I was only four." she cried.

"Like I said a man has needs. Your mom wasn't around anymore."

"Well it wasn't my fault she died!"

"It was your fault you ungrateful little bitch." He yelled in frustration as he back handed her across the face. "She died giving birth to you," he continued to bellow at her, restraining himself from hitting her again.

"She knew the risk of having a child and yet she had one any ways," she dabbed at the blood from her nose where her father had hit her a couple seconds prior. "It was her own fucking fau... you did it didn't you. You're the one that forced her to have a child. She never wanted one did she."

He gave her a sinister smile "Sweet Willow, your finally catching on." He laughed a vicious laugh that made her hair stand up on the back of her neck.

"Is that what I would have turned into," she pointed to the dark haired Willow hidding in the shadows watching the father and daughter talk. "If i stayed with you instead of going with Giles."

"Sweet Willow" he laughed, "you would have hanged yourself from the top of your bunk-bed with your belt at the age of fourteen.

"No. I would have gotten away from you," she shook her head in denial.

"Face it you'll never get away from me." he twirled around with his arms stretched out. "Like right now, your in a coma and your still dreaming of me." He laughed again in joy at causing his daughter so much pain. "I'm apart of your sub-conscience that you can't escape."

"Fuck you," she spit on him. "You mean nothing to me."

"You keep telling yourself that peaches," he said as he walked away. He walked into the darkness and disappeared from her line of view.

"Fuck You!" She yelled at the darkness. "Fuck She yelled again before collapsing to the ground, her body shaking with visible tension.

"Get up," said a voice from behind her.

Jumping in surprise "Damn, you now you're worse then Spike."

"Let's go, follow me," said the dark haired Willow.

"Were are we going?" asked Willow getting up.

"You'll have to find out," said the double pushing the redhead foward.

tacoda13 · **Posted:** Thu Feb 19, 2009 4:22 pm

This is an excellent read. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lovin' this fic more and more.

SmileyCC · **Joined:** Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:23 am **Posts:** 25

Fantastic story keep the updates coming... pls.

I just be over here waiting :wave

DaddyCatALSO · **Posted:** Fri Feb 20, 2009 12:45 pm

Are these lyrics from songs you or friends of yours have written?

I like how Dream-Willow is fighting back against what she used to have to just take.

willow_tara_always · **Posted:** Sat Feb 21, 2009 10:47 am

excellent story so far! please update soon, im in need of my fan fic fix

x

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Sun Feb 22, 2009 9:15 am

tacoda13 : I'm glad you're liking the fic.

SmileyCC : Glad you are liking the story. New update soon.

DaddyCatALSO : These are actually real songs. I was planning on putting up a list of the song names and artist at the end of the story but if you want them I can send them to you.

willow_tara_always: Thanks for the feedback. New update soon.

:party

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Sun Feb 22, 2009 9:17 am

Does anybody know how to get a new page or will it switch to a new page automatically when this one fills up?

Thanks

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