Author: Liana

Email: [email protected] or [email protected]

Feedback: Ppppppllllleeeeaaazzzzeee! I’ve caught the bug, I’m hooked. Please
send me feedback, otherwise I get depressed and Spike doesn’t get his
Willow. Plus it makes me write faster.

Rating: R *sigh* What else would it be... get your minds out of the gutter.

Distribution: Nowhere but if you want, just ask and thee shall receive...Uh,
if you want to know ‘The Perfect Bait’ is archived at the kind Kylia’s Fire
& Ice.

Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine *ggrrrr* all is owned by the absolutely
whacked out Joss Whedon.

Summary: Spike tries to deal with Willow’s disappearance.

Author’s Notes:

1. First off, this fic is the sequel to ‘The Perfect Bait,’ ‘Vamp Ignorance’
and ‘Repercussions For Stubborn Vamps and Hackers’.

2. Haven’t seen any of Season 4 or the end of Season 3, so please tell me if
I make these huge mistakes in my fic or if nothing’s making any sense.

3. This is set in fourth season and I’m assuming that Spike’s living in
between Xander’s and Giles.

4. Oz is a vague, vague memory from long ago in my world. He kinda exists
but kinda doesn’t....that didn’t make any sense....ignore that.

Dedication: To the absolutely lovely and nice people on the list, that have
sent me feedback. *dreamy look* Thanx heaps, Raye, Christi, Morgy, Kylia,
Oak, Nicole, Ray, Rayemars, Shae and Tricia. ;)

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“What do you mean, she’s not at the dorm?”

“Maybe she’s out?”

“Of course, she’s out, you ninny. That’s the whole point of the
conversation.”

“Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that, you non-scary-vamp!”

“The Xander influence has bloody well rubbed off on you, pet.”

“Spike, that was rather snide.”

*growl*

The vampire grimaced, these people were hopeless. They couldn’t tell red
from green, they were completely blind.

Giles jumped up as the front door opened. “Buffy, you’re here just in time.”

“Huh?” The slayer said with a blank look on her face.

“Buffy, there’s been a-”

The slayer cut the former watcher off as she started to rant about a broken
nail.

Giles couldn’t get a single word in and Xander was trying unsuccessfully to
pry his mouth away from Anya’s.

Riley, who’d followed Buffy asked abruptly, “where’s Willow?”

Buffy just waved her hand dismissively, “ she’s probably out at the
library.”

Spike’s eyes flashed with fury towards the slayer. What sort of friend was
this ho?

The vampire lunged at the slayer, losing control over his senses. Forgetting
about the chip in his head.

“You bloody bitch! Willow’s missing, you half-wit bimbo. Aren’t you suppose
to be able to sense these things?”

Buffy managed to throw Spike off and yelled sarcastically, “ and I’m meant
to know when every single person goes missing.”

“NO!” Spike roared and was about to continue when Giles committed an
un-Giles like thing. He shoved both of them violently to opposite sides of
the room.

“This won’t help find Willow,” he said firmly. His breathing slightly
irregular due to the effort to keep the slayer and vampire from mauling each
other.

This was enough to calm Spike down a bit and a chance for him to try to stop
the sudden throbbing in his head.

Buffy with a pout on her face, flounced towards Riley.

Giles took a deep breath and said, “Spike’s been sensing something in the
air.”

Both Giles and Spike glared at the slayer as she snorted.

Giles in annoyance at her lack of concerntration and Spike in simple, pure
loathing

Giles continued, “I’ve checked up on it and apparently the next full moon is
the anniversary for the coming out of some occult of demons, that practise
very black magic.”

“The anniversary of what?” Riley asked.

“Their freedom after a millenia of hibernation deep underground.”

Spike rolled his eyes in exasperation as Riley and Buffy looked at each
other dubiously.

Digging his fingers into the arms of the chair, he said icily, “are we
bloody well going to find Willow now?”

“Why? She’s probably lost track of time at the library or practising wicca
things.”

Spike invisioned ripping the slayer apart limb by limb with his bare hands
and then throwing them to some montrosity from the hellmouth for food.

“But you don’t damn well know that, she could be in trouble or lying in a
ditch somewhere. Maybe some bloody insane twit has jumped her and wants to
make her his pet,” Spike’s eyebrows shot up as terrifying images swam before
his eyes, “or worse maybe-”.

Spike cut himself off as he realised everyone was staring at him strangely.
“Well, it could bloody well happen.” He said defensively.

His lip curled as everyone continued arguing between themselves after
ignoring his small rant.

Throwing himself out of his chair, he snarled, “I’m going out to look for
her and I don’t give a fuck what you think,” pointedly looking at Buffy.
“You can keep looking up stuff about the demon cult and hibernation crap.”

Then he slammed out of the apartment.

“Who died and made him boss?” Anya observed.

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Spike strutted down to the club where he knew many demons came, met, drank,
shagged and above all, bragged about their conquests.

It was designed as a place where only supernatural creatures could meet and
knew about the place.

It was their sanctuary of sorts.

Just the place he needed to get information.

It was located in dark outskirts of Sunnydale.

He had this horrible feeling that these occult demons had something to do
with Willow’s disappearance.

Spike was experiencing a piercing headache, which kept growing and his
senses seemed to be becoming more acute if possible. It shot sparks of pain
throughout his skull.

Finally, with a stubborn stand of will. He willed himself to stand the pain
until it lessened. His senses adjusting to the thumping in his head, that
had nothing to do with the chip.

Inside the club, the crowd was rowdy. It was more like a modern brothel
house.

Walking up to the bar, he ordered a bottle of blood. Straining his hearing
to pick up bits of conversation, which would be of use to him.

A sultry woman sidled up next to him, deliberately pressing her body against
him.

Spike grabbed his drink and turned away, ignoring the woman’s huffy pout of
disappointment.

Then someone’s voice whispered inside his mind.

Causing a throbbing *buzz* to penetrate and cling to his mind.

<I have what you want.>

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