Your Love

Chapter Fourteen

Willow and Xander jumped apart, both shocked by what had just happened. Willow flushed and turned quickly away, not wanting Xander to see how his actions had confused her. ‘I don’t want Xander right? Not in the want, want sense, anyway. Xander’s my friend. My best, best friend, there’s no way that we could still…And I love Tara. I do.’

‘I kissed Willow. Oh God. Why did I kiss Willow? She was upset. Yeah she was upset and you were trying to be a friend. What a jerk.’ Xander stared at the ground, unable to look at Willow in case she was disgusted with him. ‘Come on Harris. You have to do something.’

"I’m sorry. Oh God Willow I’m so sorry,” he looked up and walked around to face her. “I didn’t mean to… I mean I didn’t want to…” Willow looked up at Xander, confusion etched across her lovely face.

“Didn’t want to?”

“Well no, I mean I did want to… And it was very nice, no; um… well that’s not the issue. What I mean was, it was a mistake. I love Anya.”

“I love Tara,” Willow started to smile gently. “It’s over isn’t it Xander.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah Will,” Xander nodded, glad he hadn’t lost her, glad his best friend had understood. They had needed to deal with the unfinished business, neither fully able to commit to another relationship until that had been resolved.

“I’ll always love you Xander. You have a part of me no one else can touch. But we weren’t supposed to be together like that.”

“I love you too Will.”

Willow reached for his hand and they stood silently in what was left of the high school library for a few minutes, before their hunt for Riley continued.

****

Cordelia spotted Giles across the graveyard and began to run towards him, leaving Wesley and Tara to follow behind. “Giles!” she shouted as she approached, “Have you seen…?” she stopped suddenly, her eyes flicking to the girl standing a little behind the Watcher. “Faith?”

Wesley pulled up behind Cordelia, breathing heavily. “You might let a fellow…” he trailed off as he followed Cordelia’s gaze. “Good Lord. Faith, I, I, I, uh…”

“Nice to see you too Wes,” Faith smiled as she stepped closer to small group. Cordelia, Wesley and Tara collectively took a step backward. “Well thanks for the warm welcome,” Faith mumbled as she stepped back towards Giles once more.

“Sorry,” Wesley said, frowning as he moved towards Faith, cursing himself for his awkwardness, “It’s just all a little hard to take in. You’re dead.”

“Incredible. Give the man a cigar.” Faith rolled her eyes at the obvious statement.

“Faith,” Giles admonished gently, trying to swallow the smile, which was forcing its way to his lips.

“Are you a ghost?” Cordelia asked, her initial shock giving way to an acceptance that only came after living so long on the hellmouth. “I live with a ghost, so I’m used to them, except I can’t see Dennis, which is good, ‘cause that would be way freaky.”

“I’m not a ghost. I’m a Guardian.”

“A what?” Tara asked cautiously.

“A Guardian,” Faith repeated, and proceeded to explain everything that had happened since her death, for the third time.

****

Anya woke slowly. Her head felt heavy and she had to take several deep breaths before she could even open her eyes. ‘My eyes aren’t working,’ she thought as her eyelids refused to open fully. She narrowly gazed around, wondering where she was. ‘I was in Buffy’s living room, talking to Spike about soccer, football, whatever… and then…’ She pushed herself into a sitting position and forced her eyes open. “This is Buffy’s room,” she said aloud. “Why am I in Buffy’s room?”

She looked around for a clue to why she might be there and saw Spike’s mobile phone lying on the rug. Groggily, she crawled off the bed and across the floor. The phone was lying open, face down, as if someone had been using it and had dropped it suddenly. She picked it up and pressed redial.

“Spike?” Beth answered immediately. “Are you ok?”

“It’s not Spike, it’s Anya. Did he call you? Recently?” Anya blinked several times, trying to clear her head.

“About five minutes ago. We were getting worried. Angel and I were just about to come and… Wait. Why are you asking? If you’re with him you should know.” Beth was starting to get agitated.

“But I’m not with him. I don’t know where he is. I think I passed out and when I came to, I was in Buffy’s bedroom.” Anya heard Beth talking to someone at the other end of the line. She opened the bedroom door and made her way downstairs, the feeling of light-headedness hitting her again the closer she got to the living room. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and sat down.

“Anya?” Angel was talking now. “Anya this is Angel, can you hear me? Anya?”

“Hmmm? What? Yeah, I can hear you Angel. The ooky feeling’s come back.”

“What? Anya what’s wrong?” Angel was trying hard not to lose control.

“Can you hear that? Like a hisssssss?”

“Oh God. Anya get out. Get out of the house now.”

“But, wh…?”

“JUST GO!” Angel roared, and Anya ran quickly out of the Summers’ house and down the porch steps into the street.

“Anya? Anya?”

“Yes Angel, I’m here. Wow, I feel a lot better. What was that?”

“Gas. Where’s Spike?”

“I really have no idea. Oh yes, yes I remember. Something came through the window. Then I must have passed out. I think Spike must have carried me up to Buffy’s room and then… I really don’t know. When I came to, I was alone. I saw the phone and rang to find out what had happened.”

Angel was cursing silently. “Ok. Anya look, I want you to call 911 and tell them about the gas. Stay away from the house. Then call Cordy, she’s got my phone, and tell her what’s happened. I want all of you to get over here as quickly as possible alright. Riley must have Spike.”

Anya had already come to that conclusion, and was wondering how long they had of the hideous torture Spike had mentioned, before it was too late.

****

“God, what a beautiful day!”

Spike lay on the picnic blanket, his arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the clear blue sky. It had been forever since he had been able to see and appreciate such a sight, and he was relishing every minute. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. He smiled widely, truly happy for the first time in years.

He opened his eyes again and looked down towards his feet. To celebrate this momentous occasion he had exchanged his trademark black and leather, for a lightweight white cotton shirt, which was open at the neck, and a pair of beige trousers. His feet were bare and he could feel the cool grass tickling his soles. He let out a contented sigh.

“Happy?”

The petite blonde rolled over onto her stomach and raised herself up on her forearms until she was lying half across his chest, staring down into his handsome face. “Hmmm.” Spike murmured, his smile growing wider as he shut his eyes contentedly. “Hmmm?” The blonde raised one eyebrow at his lack of response. When he further refused to acknowledge her a wicked smile crossed her lips as she lowered them to his jaw.

“Are,” she said as she rained light kisses along his jaw, “You.” The trail moved down to his neck and she increased the pressure. “Happy?” she asked again, pulling back suddenly and moving her lips directly over his, just a fraction away from touching.

He moved then, his arms coming around her to pull her to him as he crushed her lips onto his. She giggled slightly and shifted so that he could roll her onto her back. He kept one hand in her hair, firmly cupping the back of her head, as the other slid down to her waist. She groaned deep in her throat at his touch and it was his turn to chuckle.

The kiss continued, passionate and loving until they remembered they needed to breathe and broke slowly and reluctantly apart. He stared down into the beautiful face of the woman he loved, watching her passion filled eyes as she tried to steady her breathing. “I’ve never been happier,” he stated, the truth burning in his bright blue eyes for her to see. She smiled a purely feminine smile of pleasure and pulled his head back down to meet hers.

They kissed, slowly and tenderly, for several minutes, before Spike started to kiss along her jaw as she had done before. She tilted her head to the side and he kissed her neck, nipping it gently with his teeth, making her squeal softly in delight. As he began to move further down, nuzzling against the top of her breasts, she arched back, allowing him better access to her body, which was singing at his touch.

He raised his head slightly and looked up into her eyes. She mewled in protest at the loss of his kiss and looked down at him, frowning in confusion.

“I love you Buffy.”

It was a simple statement; something he’d been meaning to say for so long, but had never had the chance. She was his now. She needed to know what she meant to him.

“I love you, Spike.”

The joy that shot through him at the softly spoken words was of a kind he had never experienced before. He moved quickly back to face her, his hands cupping her face as his eyes searched for the truth in hers. She nodded slightly, seeing his apprehension, and her face broke into a gorgeous grin, as her eyes filled with happy tears. He hugged her tightly to him, swearing he would do anything in his power to ensure she always stayed this happy.

He closed his eyes again, needing to keep the moment with him as long as possible. She was the only thing that was stopping him from…

“…screaming in agony and begging me to stop.”

Riley grinned manically down at him, shoving the poker through his already searing flesh. His daydream splintered into a thousand pieces as he concentrated on not giving Riley the satisfaction of hearing him cry out at the pain.

****

Buffy walked quickly along Revello Drive, anxious to get home. She had checked the cemeteries after the caves, searching each crypt and hiding place she knew of, but she hadn’t found Riley. She was getting worried. The longer he was out there, the more opportunity he had to…

She saw the fire engine and police car outside her home and broke into a run. ‘No, no, no,’ she repeated over and over in her mind as she saw Anya talking agitatedly to one of the police officers.

“Yes of course I’m sure. He works for the military, so he’s bound to be able to get hold of this stuff. Oh, there’s the owner,” Anya pointed to Buffy as she came running up.

“Is this your house miss?” the officer smiled patronisingly at her.

“Yes it is. What’s going on?” She didn’t wait for him to answer and turned immediately to Anya, “Where’s  Spike?”

“Who’s Spike?” the policeman interrupted, feeling he was rapidly losing control of the situation. Buffy ignored him.

“I think Riley took him Buffy. He threw this gas canister through the window and kidnapped Spike while I was unconscious.” Anya stepped nervously back a little as she spoke, correctly gauging the look on Buffy’s face. Riley was going to be so dead when the Slayer caught up with him.

“Riley? The military guy? He’s kidnapped someone? Look do you ladies wanna come down to the station with me and…”

“NO!” Buffy screamed, grabbing Anya by the upper-arms, “I have to find him Anya. We have to…”

“Angel said everyone should meet up over at Giles’. He sounded pretty mad. And Buffy, do you think maybe you could let go?”

“Sorry,” Buffy quickly released Anya and turned to the policeman. “Look um, there’s something really important I have to take care of now. My name’s Buffy Summers, this is my house, and I promise I’ll come down to the station later on and tell you everything I know, but for now I just have to go.” She turned in the direction of Giles’ apartment and started to run. Anya turned and grinned falsely at the officer before following.

****

Faith stopped at the top of the stairs, her legs refusing to take her any further. She knew Angel was in there, she could feel his presence. Giles turned and looked up at her, the rest of the small group halting as he did so. He raised his eyebrows enquiringly. “What’s wrong Faith? Are you ok?”

‘No, I have to go in there and face Angel. I couldn’t possibly be less ok.’ Faith closed her eyes at the thought. Giles seemed to realise the problem and smiled slightly. “Well, uh, you go in Faith. Um, there are probably some things that need clearing up before… We’ll wait for Buffy out here.” He patted her shoulder softly, and gestured for the others to sit in the courtyard, as Faith made her way slowly towards the door.

Angel sat at Giles’ desk, the city plans lying open before him, pinpointing places Riley could be holding Spike. He didn’t look up when the door opened, merely called over his shoulder, “Giles, great you’re back. I was thinking that maybe…”

“You should get some glasses?” Faith joked, leaning back against the door, holding tightly onto the door handle for support. ‘Please God don’t let me mess this up,’ she prayed silently.

Angel turned slowly toward the door, not believing his eyes when he saw her standing there. “Faith?”

Beth’s surprise was momentary. They didn’t really have time to deal with whatever this was, but she felt that Angel probably had something deep and meaningful to say to the girl, so she quickly lifted the plans from the table, grabbed Drusilla by the arm and dragged her forcefully upstairs.

Oz, as usual, displayed no outward sign that there was anything odd about the situation. “Faith.” He acknowledged the former Slayer with a nod of his head and followed the two female vampires to the upper level of Giles’ home.

“Well haven’t you got a hug for your favourite Slayer,” Faith said finally, deciding to make some sort of attempt at conversation. She winced. ‘Oh great Faith. That was perfect. Try to remember just who he is and who his favourite Slayer actually is before you open your mouth.’

“Faith. What’re you doing’ here? I mean, how? Why?” Angel’s confusion made Faith relax slightly.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later, I’m bored with it already. I just, well I’m here to help Buffy that’s all.”

Angel nodded, “Right. So are you, ok?”

Faith laughed at his discomfort, “Apart from the dead thing? Sure.” Angel smiled. ‘God why does he have to look so nice when does that. Stop it. He’s Buffy’s… but she seems awfully into… No, no. That’s not the point and you know it. He spent the last few days torturing you, tormenting you teasing you unmercifully. You are so not allowed to be attracted to…’

“Faith, are you sure you’re alright?” Angel had moved closer to her while she was thinking and was now standing directly in front of her. She looked up, trying to hide the effect he had on her. ‘Shouldn’t this stop happening once you’re dead?’

Angel looked down at the girl who meant so much to him, more than he could even admit to himself, and remembered how he had felt early this morning when he found out she was dead. “Faith, there are so many things I want to say. So much I have to apologise for. I’ll make it right, I promise, even if it takes forever.”

“Hey, I told you, you didn’t have to apologise to me. I understand.”

The souled vampire shook his head slowly and hugged her to him tightly. “I understand,” she whispered again.

****

‘Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, Buffy.’

Spike repeated the words in a mantra in his mind as Riley continued to torture him. He couldn’t really feel anything anymore, which he wasn’t sure whether to be thankful for or not. He knew that Riley was not going to win however. Even if he killed him. Because there was no way Spike was ever going to give in. He would not scream, or beg and he would certainly not be driven insane by ‘G.I. Joe’s evil twin.

His Slayer was the only thing keeping him going. The one thing keeping him together.

“Beg me to and I’ll stop,” Riley offered, holding the crucifix near to Spike’s burning skin.

“You know I stopped taking orders from head-cases the day Dru ran off with that bastard fungus demon.”

Riley roared with anger at Spike’s mocking words and pushed the crucifix roughly against Spike’s chest, eliciting a stream of smoke as the flesh burned and the smell of flaming skin filled the air. But Spike did not cry out.

‘Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, Buffy.’

****

The Slayer threw the door to Giles’ apartment open and entered swiftly, Anya close behind. She immediately sought out Angel, fixing her eyes on him, silently demanding that he do something to fix things. He was standing by the fireplace, head down; Buffy couldn’t remember a time she’d seen him more tense.

Her friends all looked at her worriedly. Once they’d all found out about Cordelia’s vision, they’d been concerned for Buffy and Spike. Somehow it seemed more appropriate to side with the vampire on this occasion, Riley’s betrayal showing them just how human Spike had become in their eyes.

Anya walked across to Xander, who hugged her tightly. He had things he needed to say to her, but they would have to wait. For now, he just held her.

Willow jumped up from beside Tara and moved to her best friend. She knew better than anyone how Buffy must be feeling. The news that Riley had taken Spike had upset the redheaded witch in ways that Xander and Tara had been unable to comprehend, and Willow had refused to say anything, not wanting to discuss Buffy’s feelings, even with two of the people who were closest to her.

Buffy took comfort from Willow’s closeness, squeezing her hand as she moved further into the room, but her eyes remained fixed on Angel. He stared at her, allowing her to see and share the pain this was causing him. Buffy saw a look in his eyes she hadn’t seen for two and a half years. The lust for a kill. Last time it had been directed at her, but she had been too numb to fear it. Now she was afraid.

Angel, the vampire who’s restored soul had made him ache for the sins of his past, the man she truly believed would never harm another, the demon she had willingly given her heart to because of the beauty of his soul, Angel wanted to kill Riley. There was hatred there, hatred and anger for the things Riley had done or was planning to do.

And she shared it. And she wasn’t sure what scared her more.

Chapter Fifteen

“I think you need some anger management classes, mate,” Spike panted as the stream of holy water burnt it’s way down his back. Riley was muttering under his breath and the vampire knew his taunts were affecting the human. But Spike was not about to stop. His arrogance and mocking manner, his quick sarcastic tongue, they were part of who he was. Riley was not going to get them. “You know, maybe if you’d shown Buffy this side of your frightening personality, if you can call it personality, then she wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about me.”

Spike gritted his teeth as the burning metal scraped his tender skin. Every spot of pain inflicted on him by the boy-wonder, meant that Riley, deep down, was hurting ten times as much. Spike thought idly about how he would feel in Riley’s place; having Buffy in all ways but one. Not truly having her love. Yes that would make him scream. 

But Spike didn’t have her. Not yet. ‘Not at all mate if this carries on for much longer,’ he reminded himself. Well until he had her, or not as the case may be, he was going to have some fun. Riley was far more than just Buffy’s boyfriend. He was one of those commandos who’d stopped him from killing. ‘Yes. You’d forgotten that hadn’t you. So evil demon that you are, make yourself useful.’

“So Riley. How much has our little Slayer told you about the love of her life? Angel? Heard of him? Great guy. Strong, smart, kind, sensitive and all that crap. You’ve seen him right? Best looking bloke she’s ever had the pleasure of shaggin’,”

‘Yet,’ he silently clarified.

“Now he’s back; and back he is, with soul no less; and you’ve lost your marbles, how do you rate your chances?”

****

“Buffy!”

Buffy ran quickly up the stairs to Giles’ bedroom and found Drusilla sitting up on Giles’ bed, looking wildly around her. “What’s wrong?” Buffy demanded, her jaw set. Angel had convinced her not to kill the vampiress, but that didn’t mean Buffy wanted to spend any time with her.

“Where’s Spike?” Drusilla asked, her eyes suddenly becoming clear, and looking, Buffy thought, as she must have done before Angel drove her insane.

“We don’t know yet.” Buffy felt a rush of sympathy for the demoness. She knew how hard it was to lose someone you loved, to have been the means of their death even. She had killed Angel, and now Drusilla may indirectly cause Spike’s death. Dru still loved him; Buffy could see it as clearly as she had seen Spike’s love for Drusilla years ago.

“I want to… Help me Buffy, help me find him.”

If Buffy had given it a moment’s thought, she might have considered it ironic that the woman who had left Spike over a truce with her, was how asking for a truce to save Spike. But Buffy didn’t have time. She looked hard at Drusilla for a second and then offered her hand. “You help me.”

Without hesitation, Dru took the Slayer’s hand and nodded. “I help you.”

****

“Thank God for mobile phones,” Cordelia said as the group checked over where they were going to patrol. The sun had just set, and the three vampires were the most anxious to set off. The vampires and the Vampire Slayer.

“Could we hurry this along a little,” Buffy said impatiently. “Oz you stay here and make sure everyone’s got all the information they need.”

“Check,” the werewolf agreed, moving Giles’ house phone to the coffee table for ease.

“Angel, Beth, Giles, you’ve all got your phones? Anya’s got Spike’s and Willow’s got Oz’s, yes.” Everyone nodded. “Right let’s go.”

Angel and Faith set off for a sweep of Sunnydale’s sewer system, which Angel knew intimately. Giles and Cordelia started searching the cemeteries, while Xander and Anya made their way to Willy’s Bar to try and find out as much information as they could from the Snitch. Beth and Wesley went back over the high school before moving on to the factories and warehouses down by the docks. Buffy and Drusilla returned to the Initiative caves, the Slayer sure that that was where Riley would be.

Willow and Tara had been assigned to search Sunnydale’s 43 churches, but they lingered behind the others, wanting to try a spell Willow had come across recently.

Oz frowned at them as they closed the door behind the others. “Aren’t you meant to be searching for Riley?”

“We’re going to, but we wanted to try and do this for you, and this is the only night we can do it. Three nights before the full moon,” Willow explained.

“Do what for me?” Oz asked moving nervously back, away from the two witches.

“It’s kind of an anti-werewolf spell. No more fuzziness around the full moon.”

Oz stared at Willow. “Serious?” Willow nodded. “Ok.”

****

“Look I don’t know where the kid is alright. And I’d be sure to tell you Xander. The demons in here aren’t really crazy about the guy, you know. They’d tell me in a second if they’d heard anything about him. And Spike. Man I love him like a brother. Don’t tell him I said that though.”

Xander leaned closer to Willy, trying his best to be intimidating. Willy flinched back, and Xander’s ego swelled, as he knew he was succeeding. “Xander he doesn’t know anything. We haven’t got time for this. Let’s go.” Anya started to pull on Xander’s jacket.

“You know Buffy’s gonna kick your ass if you’re lying Willy.”

“I do know that. That’s another reason I’m telling you the truth.”

****

“So what’s the deal with this Riley guy anyway? I mean does Buffy have some kind of sensor that seeks out schizo’s or something?” Cordelia opened the chest and looked inside, as Giles circled the rest of the crypt looking for some sort of clue. “Wow look at this. Someone’s got it really bad for our little Buffy,” Cordelia exclaimed holding up the sweater and assortment of pictures. “Is this why Riley went crazy?”

Giles gave Spike’s collection of Buffy-memorabilia a glance and then decided to forget about it. There were some things to do with Slayers and vampires even he shouldn’t know. “Cordelia please put that away. We have no business going through Spike’s belongings… even if they are Buffy’s. And Riley was never exactly stable to begin with, so no it’s not Spike’s fault. Or Buffy’s.”

****

“Beth, do you think you could slow down a little? If they are here, you’re going to walk right past them at this rate.” Wesley flashed the torch into the far corner of the factory as he spoke, willing the vampiress to calm down.

“He’s hurting Wesley. I can feel it. He’s been in pain for hours. I hate this. When I find that guy I’m going to…”

Wesley stopped and shone the flashlight onto the face of the woman he loved. She looked at him, startled and then her eyes widened as she realised how she sounded. “Wesley, God I’m sorry. But this isn’t vampire stuff ok. This is sister stuff. Even if I were human I’d want to…”

“I know,” Wesley relaxed, knowing that Beth was right and that he had to trust her. He’d seen the look in Buffy’s eyes before she left with Drusilla and he knew she felt the same way. “It’s ok, really. I do understand.” He reached across and gently caressed her cheek before they turned and made their way further into the factory.

****

Faith glanced nervously at her companion. She’d agreed to go with Angel to search the sewers, knowing that it would help to convince the vampire that she forgave him. Now she was here however, she didn’t know what to say. Angel didn’t appear to want to talk, and that was good, but she was uncomfortable.

However when they passed the same section of the tunnel for the third time, Faith felt she had to say something. “Angel, aren’t we going round in circles?” Angel ignored her and carried on walking. Faith stopped, annoyed now that he wasn’t paying attention. “Look, we’re never going to find them if we keep going over the same piece of sewer. We have to try a different way.”

Angel halted and turned to face her. For the first time she truly saw how all of this was affecting him. “I’m scared Faith. I can’t let Spike die. God knows I have plenty of reasons to want him dead, but he’s my Childe and I do love him. I failed you, I’m not going to fail…”

“Will you stop talking like that? You didn’t fail ok. I was doing what you told me. And Angelus tortured me, not you. I know you Angel. You’d never hurt me. You want to save Spike, that’s great; I wanna help. But you’re not going to do it following the same section of sewer all night.”

Angel closed his eyes and nodded. He couldn’t feel Spike, couldn’t sense him, as he needed to. Maybe if he were asleep… But they didn’t have time for that. He sent up an urgent prayer to any god that might happen to be listening to the prayers of demons, and walked back to Faith as she set off down another tunnel.

****

“I can feel him Buffy. Spike, he’s in here. It’s feels bad this place. Evil.” Drusilla remained at the entrance to the caves, as Buffy checked her supplies.

“It is evil. And Riley’s evil. Way eviler than Spike.” Buffy agreed handing the crossbow to Dru. “Just in case,” she explained at the vampiress’s look. She held the sword in her right hand, throwing the bag behind a bush as she stood. She glanced at Dru and nodded. “Let’s go.”

****

“Is that it?” Oz asked as the two girls got up and moved towards the door.

“Yeah. No more werewolf Oz. We hope,” Willow affirmed looking back towards her former boyfriend. “We have to go look for Riley. Call if anything happens ok?”

Oz nodded slightly, smiling as he considered a permanent life without the pressures of turning into a monster for three nights every month. And then he fell.

“Oz!” Willow shouted running back to the couch to try and help her friend. “Oz, are you…?”

She never got to finish as the werewolf jumped over the couch, knocking her to the ground, before running out through the open door into the night. Tara ran to her girlfriend and helped her up. “Willow, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. But Oz. Oh God Tara, what did we do?”

****

“Hello? Willow, what’s wrong?”

“Um, Giles. I think we did something bad?”

“Bad. What do you mean? Where are you?”

“Your place. Tara and I tried to do this anti-werewolf spell for Oz but we kinda turned him into a werewolf.”

“What? Willow, are you and Tara alright?”

“Yeah Giles, we’re fine, but…”

“Get the tranquilliser gun out of the weapons chest. Meet us at the gates to Restfield cemetery.”

“Yes Giles. I’m so sor…”

“Willow please… do shut up.”

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