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Distribution: Your Mission ... Anyone else, please ask. (I'll probably say yes <G>)
Rating: Pg-13 (for now anyway... don't think it'll go past R at the most)
Pairing: Willow/Spike(William)
Feedback: Yes! Please let me know what you thought! I need encouragement to finish this! Those of you who have sent feedback... Thank You! The next part is at the beta reader. <G> If you like it let me know... if you think it needs work let me know (but do it nicely or I'll cry and then Spike will have to take care of me... wait... is that a bad thing? <G>)
Author's Notes: Spoilers.... (this is hard <G>) Through Season 4 and some of 5 ... I took what I wanted and tossed the rest. <G>
Author's Note's 2: I have to thank my super beta reader Kaz!
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~Part: 9~
Sunday, September 9, 1888
Willow looked up and couldn't stop the smile from flashing as she caught sight of William coming in the door and nodding to Jonathan. It had been a week since Angelus had decreed she was not to walk home alone. She also wasn 't allowed to walk to the Ten Bells alone. Most evenings the two vampires escorted her and Gwen, but on rare occasions, it was just William and even rarer times when Angelus would fill in. With Annie Chapman's murder, both Angelus and William had been especially adamant that she stay around others unless one of them were with her.
She smiled as William settled himself at the end of the bar. She returned and gave Jonathan her customers' order before she turned her full attention to the blue eyed vampire. "So it's just you walking me home tonight?" She asked, glancing at Gwen who seemed to have found herself an admirer. The young man had been coming in for the last few nights and talking to her every chance he had.
"Yes, Angelus had something he had to take care of. I hope you're not too disappointed."
"I'm not. Honestly, he still give me the willies at times." She smiled at the look he gave her for her choice of words. "You know the creeps? Scares me a little?"
He nodded, "I understand." He smiled broadly, "You aren't scared of me?" He asked, pulling her closer to him and allowing his eyes to shift to demon gold.
"Only an idiot wouldn't be," she whispered, "But I'm not afraid of you. For some insane reason ... I trust you."
"Good," he told her as he released her. "Looks like you're about finished here, pet."
She chuckled,"More like another hour or so," she told him as she gathered the drink order and turned to the remaining customers.
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Angelus stalked through the streets. Another girl had been murdered last night, the news had spread rapidly and it seemed everyone who even looked remotely like the descriptions given of the man last seen with Annie Chapman was a suspect. There had been two slightly different descriptions, and if you squinted, or were scared shitless, almost anyone could match one of them.
As he walked he'd had the oddest sense that he was being watched. It wasn't the first time. It had been like this all night. Possibly, someone thought he was the killer. More likely it had to do with the fact that he had been seen escorting the witch home almost every night and that he had threatened all the younger vampires in the area with death if they laid a hand on her.
Tonight he intended to find some answers, which meant going to the part
of town where all manner of demon could be found. He entered a section
of London that few humans ever ventured into, and those that did rarely
made it out of alive. It consisted of various demon and vampire lairs.
With any luck he could find out who had been watching him, his childe and
the redheaded witch.