TITLE: Jealousy
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRT
CLASSIFICATION: Willow/Spike, my first.
SPOILERS: None, really.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike, Xander and Oz hostage. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, this is from Xander's POV.

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I hate him.

I have never really hated anyone before...except Dead-Boy, but that was because he turned on us after sleeping with Buffy. And I hated myself for a while. Never hated Cordelia, though, which surprised everyone, including me.

But I hate him.

I watch him dancing with her, their bodies moving slowly together in time to the music, and I hate him. He got her. She's never going to be with me. Never.

She's not a virgin anymore. I overheard her and the other girls talking about it. He took her virginity. Just like he took her away from me.

The stupid bastard. He walked back into town, and took her away. We tried to stop her, pointing out the past demon/human relationship, but with no soul...

He won. I lost. Simple as that.

They almost fit perfectly, too. That's what makes it even more aggravating. That they fit. Dammit, I've known her all my life! All my life! And him...he's tried to kill us. All of us. And. She. Loves. Him.

Loves him. Not a concept I can really understand, how a woman like her can love a...a...thing...like that. That's all I can see him as. A thing. Not a man, not a person. A thing. A thing that shouldn't be here. At all.

If she didn't love him, I'd stake him in the heart.

They fit so well together. He's a bit taller than her, and bigger. He just...almost makes her disappear when he holds her. I wish I could do that.

I glance at the band and see the look. Oz is giving them the same look I am. Man, I feel for him. She was his life, and to see them together...

We spend more time hanging out now. It's weird...I'd had him pegged as weird when I first met him, but now...he's my best male friend, really. No other way to describe it. We have a lot in common.

Like her.

I send one last glare at them as the band finishes it's set and Oz comes towards me. His face shows no emotion, but his eyes...

His eyes show the same rage that I feel.

He hates him too.