This is a make believe story about make believe characters.

My story archive: /~brd/

Hell Comes to Sunnydale is basically the Sunnydale side of The Prophecy and 
what happens when Warren returns to town. It takes place during chapter five 
of The Prophecy starting a little before it. Just a warning though. While 
this chapter isn't completely void of sex scenes like the above-mentioned 
story, there is quite a bit of story and dialogue to go along with the one 
and a half scenes.



Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Hell Comes To Sunnydale Part 1
(MF, oral, anal, rape, cons, viol, vampire, snuff?)
by Big Red Dope (bigreddope@hotmail.com)



Tarabot stood in the shadows of an alley across the street from Warren's 
warehouse as she watched it burn. Despite the fact that Warren had beaten 
and raped her and refused to restore her memories Tarabot felt a bit of 
remorse and guilt as she could only imagine Warren burning to death. He had 
been her one and only and she had turned on him.

Though as Tarabot turned and started her trek towards the person she was 
supposed to kill she couldn't help but wonder. Had Warren been right all 
along? Was she just a robot that he had created to serve his purposes far 
exceeding the interactivity and emotional output that even he had dreamed 
of? Or was Connor right? Had Warren simply brainwashed her into helping him 
distorting everything she thought she knew? Connor did have a point after 
all when he had her bite her finger and she started bleeding. Robots don't 
bleed.

Warren was dead and Connor was gone so their was only one person Tarabot 
thought she could ask to find out what was really going on and that was the 
girl who had tried to kill her once before. At least that's how she had 
remembered things, though after tonight she couldn't be sure anymore.

None of that really mattered at the moment. Tarabot's big problem right now 
was getting to Sunnydale. She had no money to get a bus ticket and the car 
Warren had driven them in to the warehouse was no good to her since the keys 
were melting in the fire and she didn't know how to drive anyway. Tarabot 
caught a glimpse of her reflection in the front window of a store and saw 
what disheveled state she was in. Her clothes were ripped and torn and she 
was bruised and bleeding all over.

As she continued walking Tarabot noticed the area of town she was in getting 
more run down and poverty stricken. Then off in the distance she noticed a 
woman walking down the street occasionally looking over her shoulder and 
sticking her thumb out. Several cars passed before one stopped and the woman 
leaned into the passenger side window. Several minutes later she got into 
the car and it drove off.

That gave Tarabot an idea and when the next vehicle started towards her she 
stuck her thumb out, but it passed right on by without a slowing a bit. 
Tarabot's exercise at getting a ride went about the same as the woman's did. 
Several cars passed by without stopping before a red sports car pulled up 
beside her. Following the woman's lead Tarabot leaned into the window as it 
rolled down.

"Are you ok miss? You look like you've had a rough night," the driver said. 
His face was hidden by darkness making his features indistinguishable, but 
he looked to be a gangly white male to Tara.

"I'm fine. I need to get to Sunnydale," Tarabot responded.

"Are you sure you're okay? You should probably go to the hospital. Those are 
some pretty nasty cuts you have."

"I'm fine. Please, I need to get to Sunnydale," Tara said again.

"If you insist you're fine then get in. I'm Rick."

"Thank you Rick," Tarabot said with a smile getting into the car. "I'm Tara."

"You've got a pretty name Tara." She blushed at Rick's compliment just like 
she had at Connor's. "Before we go can I ask why you're leaving Los Angeles? 
I'm on my way to Sunnydale myself so I don't mind giving you a ride, but for 
my own safety I need to know."

"I need to find someone."

"We all do at some point. Is anyone trying to find you?"

"NO!" Tarabot nearly screamed.

"Sorry," Rick apologized, "I just had to ask. If you're wanted by the police 
I could get into a lot of trouble just for giving you ride."

"Sorry for screaming at you just now, but no nobody's looking for me. I just 
need to get to my friend's house. It's very important. Look I don't have any 
way to pay you or anything. I just sort of broke up with my boyfriend and he 
has everything."

"Is he the one who tore you clothes gave you all of those cuts and bruises?"

"Yeah..." Tara said almost in a whisper looking down at the floorboard.

"Look Tara don't worry about giving me money. I need to make a stop at my 
home before we leave the city and then we'll be on our way okay?"

"Thank you very much Rick!" Tarabot said with a big smile. "I'm sure once we 
get there my friend can pay you for your trouble."

"No problem at all," Rick smiled back at her. "Now get some sleep. You look 
like you could use some."

As the red sports car started down the road a lone figure sat on a motorcycle
in the distance.

"You've stayed in L.A. too long Ricky," the helmeted female said to herself
before taking off down the road after the car.

***

As Rick pulled into the driveway of his house he stopped the car and put it 
into park. He reached over and shook Tara waking her up.

"Where are we?" Tara said blinking her eyes as she woke up.

"We're at my house remember? I said I needed to make a stop."

"Oh... Right..."

"I won't be too long, but I'm going to be inside for a few minutes. Why don't
you come in and grab a bite to eat or something? Even better, come in and
take a shower and clean yourself up. I'll get some of my roommate's clothes
for you."

"That's alright, I don't want to take any of her things. I'll be fine right 
here."

"It's alright, she won't mind. She had a big stack of clothing she was going 
to give to Goodwill anyway."

"Are you sure she won't mind?"

"I'm positive."

"Okay, thanks again," Tara smiled.

"Has anyone told you you have a beautiful smile to go with that pretty name?"

"Not really, no one's ever really said anything nice to me unless they wanted
something."

"Not even your boyfriend?"

"He used to, but now I'm not sure if he meant it."

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry, let's go inside."

"It's alright, it's just things just ended very badly between Warren and me."

As the two of them started to get out of the car Rick purposely leaned on the
horn honking it.

Rick and Tara got out of his car and walked towards the house. Inside Rick 
told Tara where to find the bathroom and a towel and said that he'd get some 
clothing for her.

Tara stood still for several minutes as the warm water of the shower covered 
her body. Her wounds stung a bit as she soaped herself and suds found their 
way inside. Tara's body still ached and the bruising on her body was now very
obvious, but she had slight sense of relief as she cleaned herself up. As she
reached for the shampoo bottle there was a knock at the bathroom door.

"Rick?"

"It's me Tara, sorry to disturb you, but I've got some clothes for you. I'm 
going to set them down on the counter."

"Ok, thanks for the clothes and thanks again for picking me up."

"It's the least I can do for a pretty girl like you."

"So you're only helping me because you think I'm pretty?"

"I don't think, I know you're very beautiful. And yes I'm helping you because
of that... and because my mother taught me to help those in need."

"You're a real sweetie Rick."

"Well I try to do what's right. Sorry about the clothes though. You're about 
the same size as Michelle, but she's a little taller than you so they'll be 
a little big. You hungry?"

"Stop apologizing. You've done more than enough for me tonight, and yes I am 
hungry if you're offering."

"Well it's after midnight so the only place still open are gas stations if 
you want an over-cooked hotdog."

"I don't want to put you out or anything, so I'll wait until we reach
Sunnydale and I get to my friend's house."

"Why would you be putting me out Tara? You've had a rough night."

"I know, but still..." Tara said as she shut off the shower.

"How about this then. I'll keep it simple and make you a couple of
sandwiches. They should tide you over until we reach Sunnydale. Ham and
cheese okay?"

"Ham and cheese is fine," Tara said smiling to herself as she started to step
out of the shower.

"Hey you should have told me you were getting out," Ricky said quickly facing
the other direction.

"Sorry I guess it just doesn't bother me."

"That's alright. You just don't meet too many girls like you. You seem a 
little different than all the other ones I've ever met."

"You don't meet too many girls who let their boyfriend's friend lick other 
girls pussies either," Tara mumbled after Rick shut the bathroom door behind 
him.

She quickly dried herself off with the towel and put on Michelle's clothing. 
They were big like Rick said, but at least she was covered and comfortable 
now. Tara walked back towards the front of the house where she thought she 
remembered seeing the kitchen and found Rick watching tv in the adjoining 
livingroom.

"Feel better?" Rick asked turning his head as Tara walked into the room.

"A lot better actually. Thanks again for stopping."

"You really need to stop thanking me. I was just helping out someone in a 
distress. You sure you don't want to go to the hospital and get checked out? 
Or at least report the incident to the police?"

"No I'm fine. I just bruise easily."

"Ok, I'll stop asking. The sandwiches are there on the counter and I don't 
know what you like to drink so I didn't get anything out. We have a little 
bit of everything in the fridge so help yourself."

"Ok," Tara said opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of water. 
She sat down on a barstool at the counter and slowly began to nibble at the 
sandwich. As she did Rick got up from the couch.

"Hey I'm going to go to the bathroom, we'll leave when you get done."

"Alright. I'll try to hurry then," Tara swallowing what she had in her mouth 
and taking large bite.

"Take your time. There's no rush."

Tara continued eating as Rick disappeared down the hall. When she swallowed 
her second bite of food she realized something.

"Connor was right! Warren did brainwash me! Robots don't eat food!"

A few minutes later Tara finished off the first sandwich and started on the 
second when she heard a door opening and assumed it was Rick. When she didn't
hear anything she called out his name.

"Rick you there? I'm almost done eating."

"I'm not Rick. Who are you?" Tara quickly turned around and saw a redheaded 
female standing several feet away with two males behind her. "And why are 
you wearing my clothes?"

"I'm... I'm sorry. You must be Michelle. Look I had some problems tonight 
with my boyfriend and Rick said he'd give me a ride to Sunnydale and that 
you wouldn't mind me borrowing some of your clothes."

"Hey guys what's going on?" Rick asked suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"This girl says you told her she could borrow some of my clothes," Michelle 
said irked.

"We can get clothes anytime we want to. She needed them more than you did," 
Rick shot back.

"If this girl is going to be one of your brides then she can't be wearing my 
clothes!"

"Would you shut up! This is not the time to talk about that! You're not 
supposed to even be here, and why are those two morons here? What did I say 
about feeding in the house? You and your friends can do it anywhere, but in 
here. I own this place!"

"Brides, feeding? What are you two talking about?" Tara asked confused and 
concerned.

"What's your name girl?" Michelle asked sternly turning her attention to 
Tara.

"Tara."

"Listen up Tara. I don't know why you're here and I don't really care, but 
the thing is we're all vampires here," Michelle said as the four of them 
suddenly changed faces. "And Rick well he comes from-"

Michelle's thought was interrupted as an arrow struck her in the heart and 
she disintegrated into air.

The two unnamed vampires and Rick turned their attention towards the source 
of the arrow and saw a black leather wearing helmeted person holding a
crossbow. Two more arrows shot out of the crossbow killing the nameless
vampires. Rick quickly grabbed Tara wrapping his arms around her neck 
getting ready to snap it.

"Stop right there or I kill the girl!" Rick growled.

"You don't remember me do you?" The female said removing the helmet revealing
a twenty-something year old brunette.

"Sorry, no. I meet a lot of people and I'm not good with names."

"February 29, 1992. It was my sweet sixteen party and-"

"Wait a second wait a second. I remember you! You're Alyssa right?"

"Good. It wouldn't have been any fun killing you if you didn't remember me."

"Please Ally, before you do anything rash let me just say something. The 
night after I left you to wallow in your own misery I sort of felt bad. I 
mean hearing you scream for your mom and dad as I deflowered your young teen 
body did make my ears ring with delight. And looking up to see your parents 
holler and fight to get out of their restraints as they watched you cry and 
bleed on the floor... Well now that would make any vampire orgasm wouldn't 
it?"

"This ends tonight," Alyssa growled raising her crossbow once again.

"Ah, ah, ah! Put that down or the pretty girl gets it. I'll gut her like I 
did the rest of your friends."

"Whether she lives or dies matters none to me."

"You know Alyssa the unfortunate thing, at least for you anyway, was that I 
was going to go back and turn you into one of us. Sure our souls are replaced
by demons when we turn and your birthday wasn't the first massacre I was
involved in, but something just struck me about you and I wanted to save you.
I mentioned something to my friend before we parted ways that week and he
told me not to, because if you managed to pull yourself together you'd come
back looking for revenge and it's people like you that make great kills."

"You raped her?" Tara asked as Rick's grip on her neck tightened.

"I sure did Tara," Rick whispered in her ear. "Alyssa was one of the more 
feistier girls I've conquered. None of her friends put up a fight like she 
did. Even dear ol' mommy was quick to give up."

"But why would you do that?" Tara asked her voice quivering.

"Because I can. Now sit down while I finish this," Rick replied pushing Tara 
to the floor. She quickly got up and stumbled towards Alyssa. "You ready
Ally? Put away the weapons and let's do this mano e mano. Let's do this the
old fashioned way."

"My pleasure," Alyssa growled dropping her crossbow and clenching her fists. 
As the woman and vampire fought, a familiarity of the situation began to work
it's way into Tara's mind.

"I've seen something like this before," she mumbled to herself. "I bet this 
has something to do with Willow." The fight went on for several more minutes 
with both fighters losing interest in Tara and keeping focused on the other. 
As Alyssa sent Rick headfirst into a mirror Tara got up and ran towards the 
front door.

"Tara wait!" Alyssa screamed but was ignored.

Outside in the cool early morning darkness Tara found herself in a strange 
place surrounded by identical houses lining both sides of the street. Having 
been betrayed by one stranger already Tara didn't want to go back inside and 
ask for Alyssa's help, but she didn't have much of a choice at the moment. 
At least Alyssa had suffered at Rick's hands and wanted to kill him.

Tara went back inside the house and found it a complete mess. Rick was gone 
and Alyssa was lying on top of a broken table with a splintered piece of wood
in her hand.

"Are you okay?" Tara asked offering her hand to Alyssa.

"I'm fine," Alyssa answered dropping the wood and dusting herself off. "It's 
funny. As tough as vampires are a small piece of wood through the heart is 
all it takes to take them down. It's a little late for introductions, but we 
haven't been formally introduced. I'm Alyssa."

"I'm Tara, thanks for saving me just now."

"To be honest it wasn't so much about saving you as it was taking care of 
some business. You know my story so tell me yours."

"I don't really have one. I'm trying to get to Sunnydale to find a friend of 
mine. I need her help."

"I'm on my way there, I've got one more vampire to visit, but I haven't been 
in Sunnydale in years so I'm not familiar with it at all anymore. Let me take
care of William and I'll stay with you until you find your friend."

"You're not a vampire are you?"

"Dear god no. What? You don't trust me?"

"It's not that. It's just that... Look I just haven't had a very good night 
is all."

"I don't know what's happened to you, and I don't really care, but listen to 
me. I've got one more vampire to kill and once that's done I'll help you find
your friend. You've just got to trust me or else you can stay here until the
rest of Rick's friends come home. It's your choice."

"Alright, I'll come with you."

"Good now let's get going. Knowing Spike he's hiding in a cemetery. We've got
to find him before the sun comes up." Tara looked to be in a bit of thought
for a moment. "What?"

"I thought you said his name was William."

"That was his name when he was a human. Vampires have a need to have a cool 
name after they've turned. I think it's rather silly."

As Alyssa and Tara left the house and climbed onto the motorcycle Tara could 
swear she had heard Spike's name somewhere before.

***

"What the hell is this?"

Warren faintly heard someone ask that question as he laid face down on the 
charred floor of the warehouse that used to be his workshop. He had been
going in and out of consciousness ever since part of the ceiling had
collapsed and fallen on him as he tried to leave earlier in the night. By
the sirens he had heard nearly an hour earlier and the rush of water that 
hit the burning building ultimately splashing on him Warren concluded that 
the man was a fireman.

"What's going on?" He heard another voice ask.

"I've found a body underneath the rubble." Warren felt a hand touch his neck.
"I've got a pulse! I told you to get a goddamn ambulance here just in case!
Squatters take refuge in these buildings all the time!"

Warren opened his eyes and saw a number of men working to remove the debris 
from his body. He smiled as he heard someone yell, "Keep your eyes open man! 
Stay with me!"

"I'll keep my eyes open," Warren laughed on the inside. "I'll keep my eyes 
open long enough to skin that bitch alive in front of Willow, then torture 
the redhead herself. I may torture the whole fucking lot of them."

"Hey guy what's your name?" A man asked as the last of the debris was lifted 
off of Warren's body.

"My name's... Warren."

"Warren I'm Chuck. The ambulance is on its way. Just stay with me okay?"

"Okay... Where is she?"

"Where's who?"

"My girl... Is she okay?"

"We didn't find anyone else. The fire was called in by a passing vehicle."

"Good... Maybe she escaped. We were sleeping here for the night and I fell 
asleep with a cigarette in my mouth. Next thing I know I wake up to her 
screaming and the whole place is on fire. I was behind her when the ceiling 
collapsed and fell on me."

"Well we won't know the cause of the fire until an investigator comes out, 
but there's a lot of machinery in here too that got burned up pretty badly. 
You weren't in here messing with anything were you?"

"No we had just a small lamp plugged into the wall."

"The wiring in the building could have been bad. This place has been
abandoned for years. What were you two doing in here anyway?"

"We were on our way to Sunnydale and needed a place to sleep for the night."

"There are a lot safer places for you to sleep you know."

"We were hitch-hiking across the country and don't have a lot of money." As 
Warren finished his statement he heard another set of sirens start to blare.

"Hey Warren the ambulance is here. Good luck I think you'll be all right. 
And good luck finding your girl."

As he heard the ambulance coming to a screeching halt and more voices start 
to talk, Warren closed his eyes and smiled knowing this was far from over.

He knew the hospital wasn't too far from the burnt out warehouse so he had 
to act quickly. Warren waited several minutes for the ambulance to speed 
away from the accident. When he felt enough time had passed he started to 
sit up in the vehicle.

"Warren lay down and rest, your body needs it," an EMT said from behind him.

"Do you have a pen and piece of paper?"

"Please Warren, just lay down and relax. We'll be at the hospital soon."

"I need to write down my girlfriend's cell number so you can call and tell 
her what happened."

"We'll take care of that once we get to the hospital okay?"

"Please, let me just have a pen and piece of paper," Warren begged. "Then 
I'll lay down. I promise."

Worried for Warren's condition the EMT gave in and pulled a pen from her 
pocket and handed it to him.

"Here's a pen, let me reach up front for something for you to write on."

"That won't be necessary," Warren said with a burnt crispy smile.

"What do you--?" The EMT's question was interrupted as Warren stabbed her in 
the neck with the pen and pulled it out. She started gasping and clutching 
for her throat as blood shot from the hole.

"What the hell's going on back there?" The driver asked hearing the 
commotion.

"Nothing to worry about," Warren replied grabbing him by the forehead and 
pinning him to the seat. The driver started gargling blood as the same fate 
befell him.

The ambulance quickly lost control as the driver slumped over to his side 
dead. Warren flung open the back two ambulance doors as it swerved all over 
the road and jumped out. He hit the road with a thud and rolled to a stop 
where he lay for the next twenty minutes until a car came down the road and 
came to stop in front of his body.

Warren could hear the driver get out of the car and start to gasp and mumble 
in horror as she looked upon his body and saw the wrecked ambulance. As she 
turned to go back to her car Warren quickly got up and ran up behind her 
snapping her neck before she had a chance to react.

"Tara you fucking bitch, I'm going to torture you so hard in front of Willow 
before I kill her," Warren grumbled under his breath as he turned the car 
around and headed towards Lilah's penthouse.

***

"That's the crypt Spike sleeps in during the day," a green-skinned three-eyed
demon named Rol told his companions.

"Are you sure?" Alyssa asked.

"No, but that's what my sources tell me. I'm going to go now before you
two do whatever it is you're planning on doing. Just don't mention my name 
because I don't want Spike coming after me if you two piss him off," Rol 
said before turning to leave.

"Hey Rol before you go I'm looking for someone too," Tara said.

"That's going to cost you extra."

"Tara I said I'd help you after we dealt with Spike," Alyssa interrupted.

"Sorry, I just thought that maybe if Rol knew where Willow was you wouldn't 
have to hang around and help me."

"Willow? What do you want with her?" Rol asked.

"Do you know where she lives?"

"I know a couple here in Sunnydale actually."

"Damn it Tara I said I'd help you!" Alyssa angrily snapped. "Rol get the 
hell out of here before I decide to get a refund from you!"

"What was that for?" Tara asked incredulously as Rol took off through the 
cemetery.

"Tara I'm sorry for screaming at you, but let's not get too far ahead of 
ourselves here. We'll take care of Spike and-"

"Someone's coming!" Tara said hearing a rustling noise not far off.

Tara and Alyssa quickly hid in some brush and watched as someone appeared 
from the shadows.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Alyssa asked aloud as Buffy appeared and 
started towards Spike's crypt.

"I know who that is. That's the Slayer. She's friends with Willow. Let's go 
talk to her," Tara said starting to get up.

"Not yet," Alyssa replied stopping her. "I need to talk to Spike first."

"But she-"

"I said not yet!" Alyssa suddenly snapped again. "I told you after I get to 
talk to Spike I'll help you find your friend!"

"Sorry," Tara murmured shrinking back at Alyssa's sudden hostility.

---

Spike woke from his slumber in a haze as the door to his crypt opened and 
closed. "What are you doing here Buffy? It's late," he asked laying still 
not even opening his eyes.

"I couldn't sleep. I keep having dreams."

"Seems everyone is having them these days," Spike said sitting up in bed.

"What do you mean?"

"Willow's still all bug-a-boo about going evil again and destroying the 
world."

"I know that."

"You know she's having dreams?"

"Not that I was expecting it to be easy, but I knew she was still having 
issues with the whole Warren/Tara thing," Buffy replied sitting down on the 
bed's edge.

"As far as I can tell her dreams aren't necessarily about Warren and Tara, 
but about starting over getting everyone's trust back. That whole bit."

"Willow and I have been friends since high school. Why would she talk to you 
and not me?" Buffy asked confused.

"It's nothing personal. She came by a few weeks after your boy saved her and 
the world. Said she had a nightmare or two and wanted to know about returning
to the side of good and living with yourself."

"What did you tell her?" Buffy asked snuggling next to Spike putting her head
his lap.

"Same thing I told you," Spike replied laying back down on his bed. Buffy 
inched up closer so that her body was even with his. "The guilt never goes 
away and eventually you just learn to live with it. Unless you're Angel, 
then you get all moody and woe is me."

"Please don't start Spike. He's doing the best he can and this will all be 
over soon."

"You believe that? With him involved? You place too much faith in the poor 
sap. Besides don't you think if there was a way to turn a vampire back into 
a human that someone would have found it by now?"

"God Spike!" Buffy grumbled sitting up. "Ok so I'm hoping for miracles and 
wanting things to happen that I know probably won't, but so what? Should I 
just wait for Dawn to decide that I've been a horrible sister and turn on 
me? I'll just save her the time and effort and go to L.A. and kill her now!"

"That's not what I meant," Spike quickly said following Buffy as she got up 
and stomped toward the crypt door.

"Forget it! I shouldn't have come here looking for support from you!" Buffy 
growled slamming the door behind her.

"Damn it!" Spike growled slamming his fist into the door. He set the crypt's 
internal lock into place to avoid anymore interruptions and headed back 
towards his bed. About to fall into bed he heard a loud banging on the door. 
Grumbling he walked back to the door and unlocked it.

"Buffy I'm sorry about what I said. What I meant was-" Spike began as he 
opened the door expecting to see the slayer, but saw Tara instead.

"Are you Spike?"

"This pretty bloody interesting." As Spike finished his sentence a force 
lifted him into the air and flung him across the crypt sending him crashing 
onto the floor. "What the bloody hell was that for?"

"We need to talk," Alyssa said smiling as she followed Tara into the crypt 
shutting and locking the door behind her.

---

With the sun barely rising Lilah rose from bed wakened by a loud noise in 
her living room. There she found Connor rolling around on the floor fighting 
with a badly burned and charred man.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"He was trying to break in!" Connor replied.

"Lilah get him off of me!" the man said.

"What the hell happened to you Warren?"

"Well," Warren responded getting up, "Tara turned on me and set my warehouse 
on fire."

"We've got one more skin suit for you at the firm that we can get later. 
Where's Tara? Killed in the fire I hope?"

"No, she's kind of disappeared."

"See what happens Connor when you don't keep things simple? You take 
unnecessary risks that complicate things for no good reason. So do you have 
any idea where she might have gone?"

"Yeah..." A look of I kind of fucked up and know it crossed Warren's face.

"Please tell me it's not where I think it is."

"It's not where you think it is."

"God damn it Warren! I told you not to let this thing with Willow get out of 
hand!"

"Things were fine until this little bastard starting talking to Tara!" Warren
grimaced, his body still hurting from the burns, as he turned towards Connor.

"Fuck you Warren! Maybe if you had treated her better she'd still be here!" 
Connor replied.

"Hey! I need the both of you to shut up! Right now there's no need to panic 
just yet. We'll go by the firm now and get the last suit. Make it last or 
your shit out of luck. Get to Sunnydale and stop Tara before she tells the 
Scoobies what's going on. I'll make a few phone calls and get you some help. 
I swear to god Warren if any of them show up I will kill you and personally 
see you go back to hell."

***

Spike coughed as Alyssa punched him squarely in the stomach knocking the
wind out. His ankles had been taped to the legs of one of his chairs and his
wrists to the arms of the chair. They were also tightly tied to them with
rope and Tara meekly stood away from the two watching as Alyssa continued to 
pound on Spike. The brass knucks on the brunette's hand had broken at least 
one of Spike's ribs and opened up a bloody gash on his head. When Spike 
regained his breath and his bloodied face looked up at Alyssa a smile covered
his face.

"You better kill me know Alyssa," Spike warned coughing and spitting blood 
onto the floor. "If you don't I will find and kill you. And if you do kill 
me, Buffy will come looking for you."

"That's very interesting and all," Alyssa replied putting the brass knuckles 
into a pouch on her belt and removing a knife from her ankle area, "but 
don't plan on you or Buffy laying your hands on me!"

"BITCH!" Spike screamed writhing in his chair as Alyssa plunged the knife 
into his neck and pulled it out. Tara momentarily turned away sickened as 
blood started to spurt from the wound.

"Stop! Please!" Tara cried out reaching of Alyssa's arm as she stuck Spike 
in the gut.

"SHUT UP!" Alyssa screamed backhanding Tara sending her sprawling to the 
floor.

"Alyssa what's wrong? Why are you behaving this way?" Tara cried confused 
and with tears in her eyes.

"Why? Why do you ask? It's because of people like him and Rick that there's 
so much shit in this world! Why innocent people like you and I have to
suffer!"

"But we need him to find Willow!"

"Willow? What do you want with her? You and Warren better stay away from 
her!" Spike warned coughing up more blood.

"SHUT UP! Nobody's talking to you!" Alyssa screamed kicking Spike in the
face. "I know where Willow is and I can take you to her."

"Okay, but I'm going to wait outside while you beat up Spike," Tara said 
feeling a bit queasy at the bloody condition Spike was in and the crimson 
mess that covered everything around him.

"No stay here. As soon as he bleeds out, you're going to throw his body
outside into the sunlight." Spike started to laugh and wheeze at the same
time. "You find that funny? What's so god damn funny?"

"You haven't told her have you?" Spike asked grinning.

"Told me what?"

"It won't much matter after today will it?"

"You're friend here is vampire much like me. Why do you think she killed 
Rick? That she wants to kill me."

"What? You're lying! You're lying!"

"Ask her yourself."

"It's not true right?" Tara asked a serious look of fear covering her face. 
"You said Rick killed your friends and your family during your birthday."

"He did and later I found out that Spike was the one who ordered him too."

"No I didn't. He was hungry and all I told him was that there was a party." 
Spike coughed again more violently this time his body starting to weaken. 
"What she didn't tell you was that she tracked down a Gypsy familiar with 
all the old curses and paid the woman to give her her soul back after she 
was turned by a vampire. She knew she couldn't defeat me or Rick on her own. 
She became what she despised the most in order to try and kill us. She has 
to feed on blood like the rest of us in order to survive. Did you really 
think she was going to help you?"

"It's true what he says," Alyssa said emotionless as she turned, "I am a 
vampire like he is, but unlike him I have a soul. I don't feed on humans like 
he does."

"Is that what happened at that bar in Fresno?"

"Shut up Spike! You don't know anything about me!" Alyssa screamed
hysterically.

"I can say-" Spike wheezed violently coughing up more blood and suddenly 
feeling very weak as his head drooped. "I can say the same about you."

"Good, his blood's almost gone and he's just about dead. Throw him outside 
and let him burn in the sun," Alyssa ordered cutting the rope and tape from 
his arms and legs before sitting down on his bed holding her head in her 
hands.

"Tara don't..." Spike mumbled as she lifted him up under his arms and started
to drag him towards the crypt door.

"Weak words from a weak vampire. Don't listen to him."

Something just didn't seem right to Tara as she dropped Spike near the door 
and started to unlock it. The vampire was familiar to her thought she
couldn't pinpoint how. However she saw Buffy enter and leave Spike's crypt
so they had to be friends so Spike had to be evil to since Buffy was friends 
with Willow.

"I'll take you to Willow's and Buffy I'll deal with later."

"Buffy..." Tara muttered. A sharp pain shot through Tara's head and she fell 
on top of Spike clutching her temple as a new memory flashed before her. For 
some unknown reason Tara saw herself talking with Buffy in the Summers' home 
and comforting Buffy promising her not to tell anyone she had feelings for 
Spike as the Slayer laying crying with her head in her lap.

"What's wrong? Get up!" Alyssa shouted. Tara sat up, the pain slowly 
subsiding. "Now throw him outside and kill him!"

"I can't," Tara replied getting to her feet.

"I said kill him!" Alyssa reiterated with much more firmness and a serious 
look in her eye.

"I won't do that!"

"Kill him now or I'll do it myself."

"I can't let you do that. Willow is friends with Buffy and for some reason 
Buffy has feelings for Spike. If I let Spike die, then I get no help from 
Willow."

"Get out of my way, or I'll have to hurt you."

"Warren said the same thing to me."

"Who the fuck is Warren?"

"You'll soon meet him if you don't stop this right now."

"I've had enough of your lip!" Alyssa sneered lunging at Tara with fangs 
bared.

Her flaming body fell to the floor as a fireball erupted from Tara's hands 
knocking Alyssa backwards into the crypt's wall. The vampire screeched for 
several seconds before it blew up turning to dust.

"I thought you were here to kill me," Spike chuckled almost in a whisper as 
he propped himself up on his left arm.

"That's what Alyssa wanted. All I wanted was some help to find my friend."

"I heard you were coming back, but I didn't expect my crypt to be your first 
stop... Or for you not to kill me when you had the chance," Spike coughed 
violently then fell back to the floor. "Ow that doesn't feel good."

"Spike what's going on? You can't die! I need to find Willow!"

"In my fridge... there's three bags of blood... I need them."

"Alright hold on!" Tara muttered as she quickly looked around the crypt. "Do 
I need to open these?"

"It would be helpful," Spike moaned his body continued to lose its life 
force.

She spotted a mini-fridge against one of the walls and ran towards it. She 
retrieved the blood and grabbed a pair of scissors from a table. She returned
to Spike's side where his breathing had become fainter and his complexion
paler. Tara quickly cut the corner of the first I.V. bag and pressed it to
Spike's lips. He began sucking the blood from the bag while Tara squeezed it.

"Oh God that hit the spot!" Spike moaned heavy slow breathing returning as 
he finished off the first bag.

He just as quickly drank the other two bags as his wounds began to heal,
though the one's to his neck and stomach were more closed than they were 
fully healed. "More! I need more!"

"There isn't any. That was all you had," Tara replied still fearful of Spike 
dying.

"I know... I need to feed," Spike muttered reaching for Tara. She screamed 
jumping back.

"Spike what are you doing? Please don't!"

"Sorry," Spike moaned crawling to his hands and feet. He used a nearby chair 
as a crutch and wobbly climbed to his feet. "It was an instinctual reaction 
in my weakened state. I'll be fine if I rest for a bit."

Spike stumbled across his crypt barely making it to his bed before falling.
He landed with a thud belly first on the mattress.

"Are you okay?" Tara cried racing to his side.

"I said I'll be-" Before Spike could finish his sentence his neck wound 
re-opened and blood started to pour out.

"Spike no!" Tara cried covering the red geyser with her hands in a panic.

"God damn Alyssa... I always figured I'd die fighting Angel..." Spike grinned
feeling his body go weak again.

"Oh god! Oh god! Spike you can't die!" Tara muttered as she started pacing 
back and forth.

"Go to the Magic Shop. Giles can help you... And tell Buffy I'm sorry..."

Spike's eyes closed as his neck wound stopped bleeding, his body a deep pale 
white. The only blood that remained in his body were tiny pools scattered 
through out. As soon as that was soaked into his system his body would be 
completely dry and death would come full circle.

"I can't be the one who tells Buffy and Willow that Spike's dead! What if 
they blame me and refuse to help me figure out what's going on? Oh god I 
don't want to be alone!" Tara thought frantically.

"Tara go to the Magic Shop. Giles will help you..." Spike wheezed in an 
almost inaudible whisper.

"No Spike," Tara said firmly said all of a sudden turning him onto his back. 
"I don't know what's going on anymore, but I can't let Buffy down. I can't 
let this happen."

Tara quickly scanned the room looking for the knife Alyssa had used on Spike 
earlier. She found it near the wall where the vampire had died and quickly 
picked it up wiping the crusty drying blood on her pants. Tara then slid the 
blade across her wrist and pressed it Spike's mouth as blood started to 
trickle out.

Spike began to hungrily suck at the source taking in ever bit he could. After
nearly a minute the wound on his neck and on his stomach looked to be near
fully healed. He let go of Tara's wrist and let out a deep sigh as his body
regained some of its life back. Spike grimaced as a sharp pain struck various
parts of his body.

"You okay?" Tara asked a bit dizzy as she sat down on the bed next to Spike 
and looked at the slit in her wrist.

"Yeah... I'll be fine in a couple of hours..." Spike said slowly sitting 
himself up and leaning against the headboard.

"Good. This was the right thing to do, but why didn't you ask me to let you 
drink my blood?"

"I can get dangerous if I drink too much human blood."

"What do you mean dangerous?"

"If-Argh!" Spike grimaced clutching his head with his hands.

"Spike, what's wrong?" Tara asked finding herself suddenly concerned with 
Spike's well being.

"Tara...Please run! Aaargh!"

"What's going on Spike?!? Talk to me!"

"Tara RUN NOW!" Spike screamed.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Tara muttered to herself not sure what to do.

"GO DAMN IT!"

Tara quickly decided that it would be best if she left and tried to find
the place Spike called The Magic Shop. He was at least alive, though he was 
acting very strange and was looking to be getting violent. She quickly
climbed off the bed and ran towards the crypt door. As her hand reached for
the first lock she let out a shriek as she felt teeth sink into her neck and 
arms wrap themselves around her waist.

"Spike, what are you doing?" Tara asked terrified as she was dragged back 
across the crypt.

"I told you to run! Why didn't you run?!?" Spike screamed into her ear before
throwing her back onto his bed.

"Stop this please!" Tara cried out as Spike sat on her stomach and ripped the
shirt and bra from her body throwing the tattered clothing onto the floor.

"Cute girl, I can see why Willow loved you," Spike sneered groping Tara's 
firm breasts. "Willow's never really been my type and you I never really saw
a lot of because you were always with her, but I must say it's a pleasure for
once to find a couple of lesbians who aren't... what's the word... oh yes all
butch and dykey."

"Spike please stop!" Tara screamed as the vampire sniffed her chest and neck 
area.

"This is why I didn't ask to feed on your blood you stupid little bitch."

Tara screamed as Spike sank his teeth into her neck and began to drink her 
blood. As he drank he heard her began to say a few words and he brought his
head up crimson lips and all.

"It'd stop casting right now if I were you. After Willow's little trip to 
the darkside I called on a favor from an old friend and I can't be hurt by 
magic in my own crypt. Cast all you want, but you won't leave a scratch on 
me."

Spike ripped his lone piece of clothing from his body, his boxers, and threw 
them to the floor. He then stripped Tara's remaining clothing from her body 
and smiled wildly as the poor girl's body shook as she cried. She started 
crying hysterically as Spike thrust his cock into her pussy, the memories of 
Warren raping her fresh from the night before.

"It's good you came along. Since all this shit with her sister started, it's 
very hard getting any action from Buffy. And I'm not about to lower myself to
jerking off."

Spike let Tara scream all she wanted as he slammed his cock into her pussy 
with little feeling for her. He lay on top of her pinning her arms to the 
bed as he thrust into her body with deep hard strokes. Spike saw her breasts 
bouncing back and forth with every thrust and decided he was still hungry. 
He stopped fucking Tara so he could bite into her left tit and draw blood 
out. Nearly a minute later he brought his head back up and saw that one 
nipple had bloody bite marks in it and the other didn't. Spike quickly sank 
his teeth into Tara's left breast and began drinking from it as well.

He sat up on his knees looking down at the nude Wiccan. Her head was turned 
to her right and tears were streaming from her eyes. The feeling of power 
and domination surged through his body and he laughed at Tara writhing in 
pain and crying. Spike sank his teeth into her neck again drawing out more 
blood.

"Please stop..." He heard Tara mumble, but he just ignored her.

When he had his fill and felt invigorated Spike brought his face up above 
hers and used his hand make her face him. With an uncontrollable smile he 
stared down at Tara while licking his lips.

"Why didn't you run Tara? I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING RUN! YOU STUPID BITCH!" Spike
screamed hysterically at her before slapping her across the face.

He climbed off Tara long enough to grab a fistful of her hair and force her 
to turn onto her stomach. With her hair still in his hand Spike pulled back 
on it causing her to scream as pain shot throughout her scalp.

"Tell me Tara," He whispered into her ear. "I bet you're a nastier dirtier 
girl than Buffy is? Aren't you?"

"I... don't know..." She continued crying as one by one strands of her hair 
were pulled from her head. Spike slammed her face down into the bed then sat 
on her back with his to hers.

"Do you like this?"

Spike dug his nails deep into Tara's asscheeks and massaged them around. 
When he removed his hands he saw that the skin had been broken and tiny 
drops of blood were now seeping from them. Spike leaned over and lovingly 
licked up the blood as Tara continued to whimper.

"Please don't!" Tara cried emphatically as she felt something push it's way 
into her anus.

"Bloody hell, you're not a slut like Buffy after all," Spike melodramatically
said. "She wasn't much for anal sex either at first."

Tara's moans and tears became continuous as Spike began to finger her ass in 
a rather rough manner. His finger was of normal sized compared to everyone 
else, but Tara now had a complete dislike and even a hatred for anything 
anal. Even as Spike pushed a second finger into her asshole Tara wasn't so 
much bothered by the size of them together or the pain they caused her, but 
rather found herself completely humiliated by Warren and now by Spike. They 
had had their way with her and despite being a witch knowing the magic 
Warren had given her she couldn't defend herself.

"Scream bitch! I want you to cry for me!" Spike growled as he forced his 
cock into Tara's rectum and except for a tiny yelp when he penetrated her 
backside Tara's moans and cries had reduced to a minor sniffling and a 
faceful of tears.

"Why Spike, why? What-what did I do to you?" Tara whimpered feeling Spike's 
dick slide in and out of her ass with deep hard strokes.

"Why did you feed me Tara? Why? See what you did?!? You brought this on 
yourself!"

Not that it was completely healed from Warren's thrashing, but Tara felt her 
ass start to stretch and tear again as Spike continued to ram his prick hard 
into her asshole.

"Why didn't you run? Why didn't you fucking run?" Spike to began babble as 
his hands took a tight hold of Tara's neck and began squeezing. "Why didn't 
you run? Why didn't you fucking run?"

"Spike please! Stop it!" Tara pleaded one last time gasping for air as it 
left her body.

Her face was starting to turn purple and had this been a few minutes earlier 
Spike might have taken some joy out of choking the life out of Tara. Now 
there was just a blank expression on his face, as he kept asking why Tara 
didn't run while he continued to thrust his penis into Tara's backside.

Tara would not feel Spike climax nor would she feel as his cold wet semen 
squirted into her rectum. Instead she lay dead and naked in Spike's bed. Her 
body bruised and battered from her encounter with him and Warren. Slowly 
Spike returned from his trance-like state. He shook his head trying to 
regain his senses. A horrified look crossed his face as he looked upon the 
scene in front of him. He pulled himself out of Tara and checked for a pulse 
before slowly climbing off the bed trembling as he did so.

"Oh god what I have done?" He whispered to no one as he began to pace around 
the room.

Once he regained his soul Spike knew there would probably be consequences if 
he weaned himself off of human blood, especially fresh blood from a live 
human. He knew about the dangers, but he never imagined things would get his 
bad. Spike double-checked Tara's body for a pulse one more time before 
putting his boxers back on while trying to think of what to do next. He'd 
have to tell Buffy and Willow at some point and do something with the body. 
He retrieved a bottle of scotch and a shot glass from a cupboard and sat 
down at his table pouring himself a drink.

"What am I panicking for?" Spike thought nervously as he downed the first 
shot. "Nobody knows she was here looking for help. They'll be upset, but if 
Buffy and Willow think I killed Tara in self-defense I'm off the hook."

Instead of using the glass Spike took a big swig of the scotch straight from 
the bottle swallowing several mouthfuls before slamming it on the table.

***

Buffy's s.u.v. screeched to a halt and she jumped out racing towards the 
front door of The Hyperion nearly tripping over the front step as she got to 
it.

"Where is she? Where's Dawn?" Buffy clamored running through the lobby.

"Hi Buffy I'm so glad you're here," Angel smiled standing up behind the 
front desk.

"Is she ok? How's she doing?" Buffy asked nervously.

"I'm fine Buffy," Dawn answered leaving the hotel office. "You should thank 
Angel and his friends. They found me and rescued me from that horrible life 
that Claudia was forcing me to live. They killed her when she tried to 
attack me for leaving her."

"I'm just so happy you're ok and we can go home now," Buffy cried as she 
embraced her sister.

"Actually we didn't have to do a whole lot. Dawn helped herself when she 
decided to leave Claudia. I really thought we could save Claudia as well, 
but she refused to accept help," Angel smiled half-heartedly.

"Whatever the case may be, I'm just so glad the nightmare is finally over," 
Buffy said kissing Dawn on the forehead.

"It's not quite over," Angel replied.

"What do you mean?" Buffy said with concern quickly crossing her face.

"Calm down Buffy, let me explain. Like I said on the phone Dawn and Claudia 
had some behavioral problems caused by supernatural means which we needed a 
way to fix first before we could return them to human status. Well we 
managed to do that, but we wanted to wait until you got here so you could 
see Dawn become a human again. Cordelia if you will, please bring me the 
potion."

"Right here Angel," Cordelia smiled widely appearing out of nowhere with a 
coffee mug in her hand. "I mixed it in with some hot tea like you asked 
since the potion is very bitter by itself."

"Cordelia? I thought you were on vacation in Mexico?"

"As soon as I heard what was going on I flew back immediately so I could see 
your happy reunion."

"Uh... Thanks," Buffy said noting Cordelia's strange behavior.

"Well Dawn, change so your sister can see the potion work."

Dawn took the look of the vampire and took the mug from Cordelia drinking 
down all the tea. Within seconds Buffy could Dawn's vampiric traits start to 
weather away. Buffy broke down and began to cry tears of joy as her sister 
returned to normal.

"I love you Buffy," Dawn said embracing her sister again. "Thank you for 
everything you've done."

"I love you too Dawn."

"Buffy. Buffy."

Buffy looked up to see Willow standing next to Angel.

"Willow? What are you doing here?"

"Buffy. Wake up. Wake up Buffy."

"Just five more minutes," Buffy mumbled shifting her body around as someone 
started to shake it.

"Buffy, it's Willow. Wake up."

Buffy slowly opened her eyes rubbing them to wipe away the sleep.

"Hey Willow what's going on?" Buffy asked standing up and stretching then 
sitting back down on the patio swing.

"You slept outside last night. That's pretty dangerous you know with all the 
demons and creatures in Sunnydale that want to kill you."

"I know, I'm sorry to worry you like that."

"Oh no, I wasn't worried. I was just saying."

"It's okay to worry Willow. I still worry about you."

"Yeah, but you didn't try to destroy the world."

"Maybe not, but I've put all of you in a state of constant danger and 
sometimes I worry that someone else will die because of it."

"Listen Buffy," Willow began sitting down next to her. "We've all chosen to 
stay with you and help because we're your friends and believe in the cause. 
If it wasn't for you I would have stayed a book worm and graduated at the 
top of my class only go to college to do the same and I would probably be 
busy working in some geeky profession wearing a lab coat or crunching 
numbers right about now."

"Don't you worry about dying though? Going to some hell dimension to become 
someone's slave or to be tortured for eternity? How many apocalypses or end 
of the world scenarios have we stopped? I keep wondering when the day will 
come when we fail and everyone gets punished for it. Tara died because 
Warren was after me."

"Buffy we live in Sunnydale. There have been countless people before us who 
have been killed by vampires and demons and whatever else roams the streets 
at night all of whom had nothing to do with us. And unless we find a way to 
destroy the Hellmouth, there will be plenty of people who die after us. Look 
as far as Tara goes that wasn't your fault. It was Warren's. He was the one 
with the gun."

"I'm sorry to get all moody like this. This situation with Dawn has really 
started to mess with my mind and my conversation with Spike this morning 
didn't help either."

"Ah, I figured you went to see him. I got up in the middle of the night and 
noticed you weren't in your room. What happened?"

"I had a dream last night and couldn't get back to sleep so I went to visit 
him to talk. God, sometimes I just want to strangle him. He was very 
pessimistic about everything especially with Angel involved and I just 
didn't want to hear it. I went there for comfort and ended up listening to 
him bitch about Angel. So I screamed at him before leaving and came back 
here and just sat in the swing looking at the stars until I fell asleep."

"He's been running around as evil Spike for hundreds of years and just 
recently got his soul back after having a chip implanted in his head forcing 
him to behave even though it was against his nature. Sure he could be more 
sensitive, but you knew what you were getting into when you got involved 
with him. If we reversed the situation do you think Angel would act any 
differently as far as his feelings towards Spike being go?"

"God Willow, I hate it when you're right," Buffy smiled slightly.

"I know," Willow grinned. "So are you going to apologize to him?"

"Not right now. I'll talk to him later. And for being the good friend you 
are I'm going to make you breakfast."

"There's only one problem with that."

"What's that?"

"It's almost one. Besides Giles called earlier and ask me to help him out at 
The Magic Shop."

"Tomorrow then," Buffy said getting up. "Thanks for listening to me."

"You're welcome," Willow said hugging Buffy. "So what are you up to today?"

"I'm going to run back by Spike's. I think I may have overreacted and 
screamed at him unfairly."

***

Tara's eyes blinked several times before they fully opened up. She sat up
in Spike's bed and reached for her neck. There were no bite marks there,
nor were there any on her breasts. Tara climbed out of bed and stopped
momentarily when she saw Spike collapsed and passed out on the table. The
last thing she remembered was Spike choking her until she was no longer 
conscious. In his current state Tara knew that she could kill him right now 
and that she would be justified in doing so, but the thing that stopped her 
was the same thing that made her save him from Alyssa; his relationship with 
Buffy who had a relationship with Willow.

She let him lay passed out on the table and searched through his armoire 
pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of pants. They were big on her, but she 
couldn't go out wearing nothing. She briefly thought for a moment and 
decided Spike couldn't get off with what he had done scott free so she 
decided to go through his things and take any money she could find. She did 
find a wad of cash sticking out of the pocket of a dirty pair of pants on 
the floor and took the fifty-three dollars. Tara unlocked the crypt door and 
took one last look back at Spike. She'd definitely deal with him later she 
thought before leaving.

She looked around a bit the sun glaring down on her temporarily blinding her 
as her eyes adjusted. As she made her way to the cemetery entrance she began 
to think. Spike had mentioned The Magic Shop and while the name sounded 
familiar and she thought she could remember where it was Tara wasn't sure if 
she could trust the memories in her head. On the one hand she knew that 
Willow was her sworn enemy having tried to kill her and Warren simply 
because she was talking to him. Now she had this vague memory in her head of 
Buffy confiding to her her love for Spike. That was something only friends 
did and if she was friends with Buffy she would have also had to have been 
friends with Willow. But that's not what her memory told her. Willow was her 
enemy and she had to kill her or be killed.

Tara stopped for a moment and sat down on a tombstone. The more she tried to 
think the more confused and unsure she made herself. She was really starting 
to think that Connor was right even if was just trying to escape while he 
was talking to her. Despite how much she wanted to hate him, despite how 
much she hurt, Tara decided that she needed Spike's help more in order to 
clear up some things. As she got up to return to Spike's crypt a sharp pain 
in Tara's neck reminded her of one thing she knew for sure that Warren lied 
about. She did feel pain. Tara definitely felt the sharp rock in her side as 
she hit the ground before passing out.

***

"Huh..." Buffy thought to herself noticing the door to Spike's crypt was 
opened a crack. She took a stake from her boot and slowly entered. Inside 
all she found was Spike slumped over the table with a bottle of scotch in 
his hands. Buffy shut the door and walked over to Spike and began to shake 
him.

"I said run Tara!" Spike suddenly screamed sitting up and pushing away 
Buffy's hand.

"Spike, it's me," Buffy tried to comfort him grabbing hold of his hands.

"Buffy, what're you doing here?" His bloodshot eyes asked her.

"I wanted to apologize for this morning. I-"

"Apologize for what? I killed Tara! All she wanted to do was to see Willow 
and get some kind of help and I choked her to death."

"Tara? What are you talking about? She's not here."

"Look on my bed. She's lying there dead. There was an old aquantice here 
this morning and we started fighting and I started to bleed to death. Tara 
fed me even after I told her not to and I lost it. I killed her after she 
helped me!"

"Spike you were just having a nightmare like everyone else around here. Why 
yours was about Tara I don't know, but she's not here. Look."

Spike leaned back in his chair looking around Buffy to see his bed empty.

"But she was there! I killed her!" Spike said insistently.

"No she's not Spike. How much did you have to drink after I left?"

"I don't know."

"I bet you the alcohol was making you have the dream for some reason."

"It never has before."

"How are you feeling right now?"

"A bit of a headache, but I'm fine."

"Come here then," Buffy said crawling onto his bed. She slipped her shirt 
and bra off throwing them to the floor.

"So what did I do to deserve this?" Spike asked with a lustful grin dropping 
his boxers to the floor.

"I just wanted to apologize for screaming at you this morning."

"Apology accepted then," he said taking a few steps towards the bed before 
stopping when he saw Tara's torn clothes on the floor. He quickly kicked 
them under the bed and got on next to Buffy. Spike quickly removed her boots 
and threw them to the floor while Buffy unfastened her pants and pushed them 
and her panties down so he could remove them.

The vampire and the Slayer's lips met, pressing against each other as they 
kissed. Spike was certain now that Buffy would be pissed at him once she 
found out what he did to Tara; still convinced the incident wasn't a dream. 
It was a little too late for those feelings to be brought into consideration 
now. Buffy pushed him back onto the bed spreading his legs apart.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Spike asked as she began stroke his 
erect cock up and down hardening it. "With what's going on and all?"

"Look Spike the situation really sucks I admit, and your attitude about 
certain things doesn't help either, but still even if you don't I have faith 
in-"

"Don't say his name."

"I have faith in our friends in L.A. I've had to deal with things before and 
I'll do it again. Only difference is this time it's personal. So just lay 
back, relax, and let me take care of you today."

With Spike's dick in her hand in a state of complete hardness Buffy wrapped 
her lips around it's head and began sucking him as she continued to jerk him 
off. Spike smiled when Buffy took him all the way into her mouth during her 
first pass down and held her head in place while his cock slithered around 
in her mouth and throat. She slowly began to bring her head up keeping a 
constant pressure on his shaft like only she could sending a sensation of 
pleasure through his vampire body.

Buffy worked herself into a nice rhythmic pattern keeping constant
pressure on Spike's dick, but not enough to send him over the edge, while
deepthroating him each time she went down on him. She even got him to let
out a moan as her tongue wrapped itself around his shaft and she began to 
fondle his balls. Buffy then took her mouth off of him and began to tongue 
his nuts sliding her tongue up the middle of his sack between his testicles.

"You like this?" Buffy asked as she began to suck on his left nut before 
switching to his right one.

"You're a dirty dirty girl, Buffy," Spike replied.

"I know," Buffy grinned wickedly getting on all fours and turning herself 
around.

Spike sat up on his knees and grabbing Buffy by the hips pulled her towards 
him slowly guiding his dick into her pussy. Buffy moaned as he filled her 
insides with his manhood. Her cuntal lips squeezed down tight on Spike's 
member as he started to pull himself out, pushing back in only when the head 
was left inside.

Spike knew Buffy wasn't a virgin, but she had a way of getting her pussy to 
really toy with him every time they had sex. Once he could get a good rhythm 
going like he had now, Buffy had a way of getting her lips to really squeeze 
down hard and tight on his prick as he penetrated her with each smooth deep 
push. She could make herself as tight as a naive virgin teenager. Buffy knew 
it teased the hell out of Spike and many times he had to fight to hold back 
from climaxing, but at the same time it had the same effect on her.

Buffy could feel her body start to tingle, to burn with the inner heat that 
excited her body. Often times there was an unsaid contest between the two to 
see who could make the other come first. Today would be Buffy's day to lose. 
With all the stress and concern that had taken control of her body she had 
become very tense and nervous with little time to enjoy anything. Now as 
Spike continued to slid his dick in and out of her snatch Buffy felt a brief 
status of enjoyment and excitement fill her. Her pussy now slick and sticky, 
Buffy couldn't help herself that with another deep thrust from Spike she 
orgasmed. Her tense body let go of it's uneasiness and her cunt started 
gushing as her body reached a relaxed state and decided to let go of it's 
built up cum. Spike pulled himself from Buffy's wet pussy his cock covered 
in a thick coat of her cream.

"You haven't been masturbating," Spiked teased her running his finger up and 
down her dripping slit scooping up the cum and smearing it on her asshole.

"Why would I, when I have you?"

"Now be honest and tell me who is better between me-"

"Don't say his name Spike."

"Alright, alright. I see you don't want to embarrass him."

"That's got nothing to do with it. Now are you going to stick your dick in 
my ass or not?"

"And how many times did you say that to him?"

"None, you're the only guy I've had anal sex with. You know that."

"Yeah, but you like to act all straight and narrow in bed, and you're not so 
who knows what you've done with who."

"Alright fine," Buffy said starting to get up. "I'll go to L.A. and see if 
he wants to fuck me in the ass."

"Oh no you don't," Spike said pulling Buffy back.

"Ok then, stop talking and do it," Buffy said smiling.

"I want you on top though," Spike replied laying down.

"Whatever you say."

Buffy stood up on the bed and turned around to face Spike. She lowered 
himself down onto him and with his cum covered dick in hand Spike poked 
around Buffy's ass until he found her opening. Buffy bit her lip a bit as 
the Spike's cockhead first penetrated her anus. She had had anal sex with 
Spike several times before and was used to it, but the initial push inside 
always got her.

Buffy clenched her fists grabbing hold of the bed sheets, as Spike's 
nine-inches pushed into her anus. Spike felt his rock hard dick start to 
throb as Buffy's asshole latched onto it with dear life. When he bottomed 
out the first time he held himself in place letting his member wiggle around 
inside Buffy's ass. There was almost no better feeling she gave him other 
than that. Spike began to pull himself out of her well-toned but curvy ass 
and work himself into a rhythm.

Buffy had always been something of a goody two shoes. Well about as much of 
a goody as a Slayer who fights vampires and demons to keep the world from 
ending while sleeping with said vampires can be. There was a certain routine 
to her life and unfairly or not certain things had come to be expected of 
her. Now while it wasn't nearly as taboo of an act as it was ten or fifteen 
years ago having anal sex with Spike was something she could call her own 
little secret.

Even with Angel nothing had ever progressed beyond vaginal sex and blowjobs. 
Spike was different though. He was a bad boy, could make her feel dirty, and 
if it wasn't for some alcohol induce coaxing several months ago Buffy 
wouldn't be into ass play like she was now. The few times she was alone when 
she was horny her butt was the first place her dildo went, but now whenever 
she was with Spike she loved having him stick his dick into her ass and he 
loved putting it in there.

With a nice back and forth motion going and a rather big orgasm from Buffy 
that covered his prick Spike was feeling good pushing his penis in and out 
of her rectum. His shaft split her open with each long hard thrust. Buffy's 
loose, albeit still firm, asshole squeezed more and more pleasure out of 
Spike with each push. Buffy's clit had become excited and enlarged leaving 
the shelter of it's hood as she felt the vampire start to throb and ache for 
release. She reached down with one hand and began to finger her clit moaning 
as her body coursed with pleasure setting itself up for another release.

With one final push Spike buried himself deep in Buffy's rear end and held 
himself there as his penis erupted shooting his cold vampire semen deep into 
her bowels. Buffy continued to finger herself, now pinching her clit, biting 
her lip ready for another orgasm as she heard Spike's dick splosh and pop 
from her ass. Spike then slid underneath Buffy between her legs and flicked 
his tongue several times across her clit. As Buffy's body shook and she 
cried in ecstasy from her second orgasm Spike wrapped his lips around her 
pussy and began suck down but not swallow Buffy's cum as it squirted out.

When her body finally had enough she climbed off Spike and collapsed on the 
bed. He crawled up next to her and kissed her again letting her cum drip 
into her mouth so she could swallow it. Their lips pulled away and with a 
big gulp Buffy smiled.

"I taste good," she said with a dirty smile.

"I know you do, and you're welcome for getting you out of that sexual 
boringness that Angel put you in."

"I'm sure I could get him to attend a few classes if you were willing to 
teach," Buffy teased.

"Uh, no thank you, but I am willing to bet that even Xander isn't as boring 
and depressing as Angel's got to be."

"If you keep talking about guys you're going to have me start wondering 
about our relationship. Besides you know I've never slept with Xander."

"You know that you're the only one I want," Spike said laying down next 
Buffy and putting his arm around her neck.

"I know, that's part of why I stay with you despite your many faults."

"What's the other part?"

"For some reason you're hung up on proving that you're better than Angel at 
everything, so I know you won't ever get boring in bed."

Buffy and Spike snuggled quietly for several minutes before Spike brought 
the current situation up.

"Hey Buffy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know what's going with Dawn or why Warren and Tara were resurrected?"

"I don't know who resurrected Warren or why, but like I told you after I 
brought Willow home he's come down here for revenge and he's bringing Tara 
with him to get back at Willow. Can we not talk about this right now? This 
is one of the few relaxed moments I've had in awhile."

"Sure," Spike replied kissing Buffy on the lips as they embraced each other.

***

"Where are you going Buffy?" Spike asked waking up as she moved around in 
bed.

"I've got to go to the store, before I began my patrol tonight," Buffy
replied as she finished dressing except for one shoe.

"I'll go to Willy's and see if he's heard anything."

"You're going to do more than drink I hope?"

"Of course. Who do you think you're talking to?"

"I know exactly who I'm talking to," Buffy said as she got on her hands and 
knees to look under the bed for her shoe. "What are these?"

"What is what?"

"These," Buffy replied with a cold look on her face holding up Tara's torn 
up clothes.

"Bloody hell," Spike muttered.

"What are these?" Buffy scowled throwing the clothes at Spike.

"Clothes."

"They're not mine Spike! Who else are you sleeping with?"

"I'm not sleeping with anyone Buffy."

"Well then what? Did you kill them? Are you feeding off of humans again?"

"No it's not like that."

"Tell me what it is then. Unless you're wearing women's clothing now, you're 
holding someone's bra and panties!"

"You won't believe me."

"You know what, forget it. I have more important things to do than to have 
to deal with you."

"You're going to be even less happy when you find out what I did to Tara," 
Spike mumbled as Buffy stomped from his crypt.

***

"Heeey, Spike. Long time no see. To what do I owe the honor?" Willy The 
Snitch greeted the vampire as he sat down at the bar.

"First get me that bottle of Jack off the shelf," Spike said indicating an 
unopened bottle on the top shelf of behind Willy.

"I've got some blood in the fridge in back. Fresh cow blood from the plant. 
I know it's not supposed to be as good as pig's blood, but since you're such 
a loyal customer I'll give it too you for free, all you can drink."

"No Willy I said I want the Jack," Spike said seriously. As Willy reached 
for an opened bottle behind him Spike stopped him. "I said I want that 
bottle," He said emphatically pointing directly at the unopened bottle on 
the top shelf.

"But Spike this bottle's already open. That's the good expensive stuff, been 
sitting in it's bottle for years."

"Willy now's not a good time to be fucking with me. Just get me that god 
damn bottle."

Willy stopped arguing with Spike sensing the threatening tone in his last 
statement. As he started to open the bottle he decided to show Spike
something.

"Hey uh Spike can you follow me into the back for a moment? I need to show 
you something."

"Ok," Spike growled slamming his fists on the bar, "I really can't deal with 
this right now. I just want a drink and now you want to show me something."

"I really think you oughta come look at her."

"Her?"

"Listen Spike," Willy whispered leaning over the bar towards him. "Once Rol 
mentioned this girl to me I had him go back to try and find her. I was going 
to call Buffy once I closed tonight so nobody would be around, but since 
you're here I think you should come back to meet her."

"Who are you talking about Willy?"

"Just follow me and you can see for yourself."

"Alright fine."

"Carlos watch the bar for a few minutes," Willy shouted at a vampire sitting 
at the end of the bar as Spike stood up. "And if anything comes up missing 
or happens I'm gonna let Buffy stake you next time she comes in."

"Yeah yeah I know," Carlos yelled back.

Willy led Spike to a door in the back marked "Employees Only" and down a 
cramped dark hall. As he opened the door at the end of the hall and the two 
of them stepped into his office Spike stopped short of coming all the way 
in.

"Tara..." Spike muttered.

"Spike."

She was sitting in a chair that was leaning against the wall across from
the door and Rol was sitting in a chair in front of Willy's desk which sat 
perpendicular to the doorway. Rol's chair was turned around so he could face 
Tara.

"Ok so I sense you're little meeting earlier today wasn't too friendly," 
Willy commented.

"How do you know about that?" Spike asked.

"I was on my way to a friend's house this morning when I ran into Tara and a 
brunette. Tara's friend told me she'd pay me to lead them to wherever it was 
you slept at. I didn't ask for any names or what they were up to. I took the 
money and led them to where I thought you stayed and left. I didn't want to 
stay behind and find out what happened," Rol explained.

"How much?" Spike asked.

"How much what?"

"How much did Alyssa pay you?"

"Three hundred."

"Three hundred dollars? Three hundred lousy dollars? You almost got me and 
Tara killed!"

"What are you talking about?" Willy asked.

"Yeah tell him what happened Spike," Tara leered at him.

"Well let's see. Oh right, I'm still half-asleep when Alyssa and Tara arrive 
right after Buffy left. We had an argument before she left and when I heard 
a knock on my crypt door a few minutes it's my chance to apologize I think, 
but no I'm wrong. It's a vampire who wants me dead and a witch who's doing 
her bidding."

"I wasn't doing her bidding. I was only along so I could find Willow!" Tara 
shot back.

"That spell of yours that sent me flying across the room was obviously going 
to send you in the right direction. Just like the one you used to paralyze 
me so Alyssa could tie me to the chair."

"I saved your life!" Tara shouted.

"Rol go up front and make sure Carlos is doing like I asked. It's going to 
get ugly in here real quick," Willy said closing the door behind Rol as he 
left.

"The only reason I didn't kill you is because for whatever reason Buffy has 
a thing for you and she's best friends with Willow. I kill you I'm stuck on 
my own with Warren coming after me if he survived the fire."

"Hey guys calm down for a sec would ya?" Willy asked getting between the 
two.

"I don't know what happened at the crypt and quite frankly I'm not sure I 
want to know, but I'll tell you what I do know and this is why you're both 
here. When Rol came in after I opened he told me about his transaction with 
Tara and Alyssa because it involved you Spike. You're among a handful of 
names I told him to keep me informed about if anything came up. This is 
mostly in case something happened and Buffy came snooping around. I need to 
be prepared as most of our meetings involve her hitting me which hurts. 
Anyway once he mentioned Tara's name I asked him to go back and get her. I 
would've done it myself but I've got a bar to run."

"Would you hurry up with the bloody story already," Spike growled.

"Alright alright, I'm getting there. Anyway I had Rol knock Tara out so he 
could get her here as quick as possible with as little trouble as possible. 
She was a little pissed when she woke up and rightfully so, but once I 
explained what was going on she settled down and agreed to wait until the 
bar closed so I could call Buffy."

"Would you mind telling me what is going on then? Last I heard Warren brought
Tara back from the dead supposedly brainwashing her into helping him kill
Willow. For some reason right when was I pretty much bled out and about to
die she kills Alyssa and feeds me her own blood to save me even though I told
her not too, because if she knew anything about what was going on she would
know that I had been feeding on animal blood since I got my soul back and
drinking any human blood especially fresh from the body was libel to make me
react in a uncontrollably violent manner for who knows how long. I thought I
had killed her for which I apologize whether she believes me or not. I'm
curious though how she's able to sit in front of me here after I checked her
pulse and she didn't have one. Your bruises and cuts from when I saw you are
gone too."

"I don't know Spike, but I am here. I woke up, found you slumped over your 
table with the bottle of scotch in your hand, borrowed some of your clothes 
and left."

"Spike I need to talk to you outside for a moment. Tara we'll be right back,"
Willy said opening the door. As the two of them stepped into the hall he shut
the door again.

"What's going on Willy? Give me something to work with here so I have
something to tell Buffy if I take Tara to meet her and Willow."

"After talking to her and a few contacts of mine in the L.A. underground 
here's what I can tell you. Somehow everyone's favorite law firm, Wolfram & 
Hart, is involved and they're involved in something big."

"Tell me something new."

"More specifically someone named Lilah is involved. From what I got out of 
her Lilah is working with Warren and using him to keep everyone here in 
Sunnydale busy until "It's" born."

"What do you mean "It's"?"

"I don't know. Nobody I've talked to knows. Now according to Tara she had a 
pretty nasty falling out with Warren in L.A. before she came here and she 
left him to die inside a burning warehouse. Come to find out a survivor was 
pulled from the burnt out warehouse this morning and now he can't be found. 
The ambulance he was in was found on the side of the road with two dead 
EMT's. There was a third victim, a passerby, whose body was found in the 
area and we believe Warren killed her and took his car. Tara's insistent 
that Warren told her he created solely so that she could help him get 
revenge on your friend Willow and that once that was done she would be 
reprogrammed to be his bodyguard."

"Created her? Like a robot. She can't be. She has a soul."

"Warren knows his stuff when it comes to robotics. I can only guess he got 
someone to find Tara's soul and put it into the robot. He programmed her to 
kill Willow, but it got a little too human and now she's looking for her for 
help instead of to kill her."

"But if Warren's coming down here to keep us busy, then he won't be coming 
alone, not with Wolfram & Hart involved."

"Look I've told you everything I know and Tara seems pretty harmless at the 
moment. I already know more than I'd like too about all of this, but if I 
were you I'd-"

"I've got a pretty good idea of what's going on now," Spike said wanting to 
somehow put Lestat turning Dawn into a vampire together with Warren and 
Tara's return. "Thanks for your help Willy. I'll put in a good word for you, 
so Buffy hits you softer next time she's in."

"Yeah thanks Spike. Look I know I've never really been reliable and have 
caused a few problems in the past, but I'm sorry to hear what happened to 
Dawn."

"Yeah, hopefully this won't be going on too much longer. Tara let's go I'm 
taking you to see Buffy and Willow," Spike said opening the office door.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Bring Willow here or I'm leaving on my 
own."

"Tara don't argue with me right now. There are things going on right now 
that are bigger than both of us," Spike sighed.

"I don't know what happened in the crypt this morning, but whatever it was 
wasn't like Spike. Go with him he'll take you to Willow. You'll be safer 
too, especially with all the kooks out at night," Willy encouraged Tara.

"Alright, but if you try anything I'll kill you," Tara warned.

"Fine," Spike growled.

"Why don't you two go through the back door? I have a very bad feeling about 
all of this."

***

"You know I'm going to have to tell Buffy what happened between us right?" 
Tara said as she and Spike walked down a sidewalk under the dark Sunnydale 
sky.

"Ok."

"You know I have to. You raped me and tried to kill me."

"I know. I'm not Buffy's favorite person right now anyway, so it won't much 
matter."

"What happened?"

"Nothing I wish to share with you."

"Sorry, I was just curious."

"You seem a bit too talkative and inquisitive for someone who's supposed to 
be pissed and hate me for what happened this morning."

"You know what Spike? I can remember the whole bit about a vampire's soul 
being replaced by a demon when he turns and with you getting your soul back 
I can only imagine what it's like living with the atrocities you've committed
in the past. But at least you get to feel again."

"What are you babbling about?"

"My oldest recent memory is from yesterday, listening to Warren tell Lilah 
about the great robot he built, about me. I have distant memories from 
several months and years ago, but none from last week or the week before. 
Warren told Lilah I wouldn't feel any pain in battle, yet I felt pain when 
you choked me, when he raped and beat me. He almost had me convinced that I 
was a robot, yet here comes Connor last night who was trying to convince me 
that I was real and that Warren brainwashed me. I don't know what to believe 
anymore. If I don't know for sure whether or not I'm real or a robot, then I 
certainly can't believe something as easily swayed as emotions."

"Look Tara, I don't have a clue any more than you do about who or what you 
are. I apologized for this morning and given the nature of the incident I 
probably shouldn't even be doing that. Let's just get you to Buffy. Once 
I'll tell the Scoobies what we know I'm sure we can figure out what's going 
on."

"The Scoobies?"

"Warren must have really done a number on you if you don't remember that. 
You, Willow, Xander, Anya, Giles, any of those names sound familiar?"

"Just that they're friends of Willow who's supposed to be my sworn enemy."

"Would you stop with the sworn enemy talk? If you believe in that kill me 
now so you have an easier time with Buffy and Willow ok? Otherwise shut up 
about it."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you like that."

"Somehow I get the feeling that people walk all over you very easily."

"What do you mean?"

"Human blood or not, after this morning you should be very pissed off and 
hateful towards, yet here you are apologizing for getting me to yell at you 
about your constant mentioning of sworn enemies."

"But I don't know what to believe anymore. That's why I need to see Willow. 
She obviously means something to me and Warren."

"It's simple really Tara. Just start thinking for yourself and making
decisions based on what's best for you, ok?"

"Ok."

"Oh and if you really want to know, Buffy was mad at me because she found 
your clothes."

"I would have taken them with me except you tore them up so I had to borrow 
some of yours."

"Buffy and Willow will probably get you some new clothes to wear."

"Did you mean what you said about drinking fresh blood and becoming violent?"

"Yes, though before this morning that was all theory. You can ask Buffy about
it if you want. We're almost there," Spike said nodding toward a house.

***

"Ok Willow, there's plenty of food in the fridge and you've got Xander and 
Giles' number-" Buffy began as she finished putting on her fighting attire.

"In case anything happens I can call them. I'll be fine, I promise," Willow 
interrupted with a "stop worrying" look on her face.

"I know," Buffy smiled faintly. "It's just that I have a bad feeling about 
everything. I shouldn't be too long, I'm going to head over to Willy's to 
see if he knows anything and maybe make a stop at Giles'."

"I thought Spike was making the stops at Willy's now."

"He was, but we kind of had a fight this afternoon."

"Oh I'm sorry. What happened? Nothing too serious I hope."

"Not unless you count someone else's bra and panties as serious."

"He's sleeping with someone else?" Willow asked shocked.

"He says he isn't so I accused him of feeding off humans again which he also 
denied."

"How'd he explain the clothes then?"

"He didn't," Buffy said as the phone started to ring. "Would you get that and
take messages if anyone calls. Only call my cell phone if it's an emergency."

"Sure thing," Willow replied before answering the phone. "Summers residence."

"Hey Willow it's Angel. Can you get Buffy?"

"Yeah just a second," Willow ran out the front door and caught Buffy before 
she got into the s.u.v. "Angel's on the phone!" She screamed from the
doorway. Buffy quickly ran back inside and got on the phone.

"Angel please tell me you have some good news!" Buffy said almost pleadingly.

"Nothing new to tell you, everybody's still feeling the same."

"Then why did you call?"

"Has Giles told you anything about a prophecy?"

"A prophecy... No... Why?" Buffy asked dreading the answer.

"There's a lawyer at Wolfram & Hart named Lilah Morgan who I've had multiple
run-ins with. She stumbled upon an obscure prophecy regarding The Destroyer
and the False Sister. My son Connor and Dawn respectively. To make a long
story short Lilah hired Lestat to turn Dawn into a vampire so the prophecy
could be fulfilled. Several weeks ago she basically fooled Wes into turning
Connor over to Holtz who raised him in the hell dimension for Lilah. Now
Connor's back, grown up since the hell dimension's time rate is faster than
here on earth, and he wants to kill me. Lilah meanwhile needs him to
impregnate Dawn so she'll give birth to a creature that she'll take to the
Hellmouth to make into an immortal presumably to kill the Senior Partners at 
Wolfram & Hart and take over."

Buffy stood absolutely still and quite contemplating.

"Buffy? You still here?"

"So let me get this straight. Some bitch at Wolfram & Hart wants your son to 
impregnate my sister so she can give birth to some creature needed to take 
over the firm?"

"Basically."

"You son of a bitch!" Buffy screamed.

"Buffy please listen-"

"Shut up Angel! Shut up! Just tell me one thing."

"What?"

"How long has Giles known about the prophecy?"

"I'm not sure, but he had some idea when we called him."

"Soulless, evil, I don't care what she is right now, but I'm coming up to get
Dawn! Damn it Angel! Of all the shit you've done to me this is the worst!"
Buffy screamed before slamming the phone down on the desk.

"Buffy you're scaring me. What's going on?" Willow asked frightened and 
concerned by Buffy's sudden outburst.

"God damn it Angel! How could you keep something like this from me?!? And 
Giles too!"

"Buffy please calm down and tell me what's going on," Willow pleaded.

"I've got to go to Los Angeles and get my sister before anything else 
happens to her. When Angel calls back hang up on him. I'll be back soon." As 
Buffy walked out the front door the phone rang again and Willow answered.

"Buffy please don't hang up and listen to me," Angel said on the other side 
almost immediately.

"It's me again," Willow said.

"Willow get Buffy on the phone."

"She told me to hang up on you when you called back."

"Willow please listen to me for a moment."

"Buffy's very upset now and talking about going to L.A. What's going on 
Angel?"

"Willow listen to me very carefully. Buffy told you about Warren and Tara 
right?"

"Yes she did."

"Here's what's going on. Someone at Wolfram & Hart needs Connor and Dawn to 
mate so Dawn can give birth to a creature that can be used to kill the Senior
Partners. As best as we can tell given your history with Warren they
resurrected him to cause problems in Sunnydale and keep everyone busy down
there. Warren presumably then resurrected Tara to get back at you. They're 
both coming down there to kill you Willow. Buffy needs to stay in Sunnydale 
because I don't think they'll be coming alone. That's not the way Wolfram & 
Hart works."

"Buffy's going to L.A. no matter what anyone says."

"Willow please try to keep her down there if you can. In the mean time get 
the others and prepare for the worst. Warren is hell-bent on taking you out 
and taking control of Sunnydale."

"We'll do what we can Angel, but just please get this situation with Dawn 
straightened out."

"Thanks Willow. We're doing our best here."

"I know you are, even if you're keeping secrets," Willow said hanging up the 
phone. "Things are going from bad to worse."

Willow stood in the kitchen momentarily trying to completely comprehend 
everything that was going on. She then realized that she heard the front 
door open, but not close, nor did she hear Buffy leave in the vehicle. 
Willow walked to the front door to investigate and found Buffy still 
standing in the doorway.

"Buffy I thought you were going to L.A.? Angel thinks you should stay here 
because there's a lot of trouble coming our way."

"Trouble's already found us," Buffy replied plainly.

"Hey Spike," Willow greeted him at the door.

"Hi."

"What's going on? Did you go by-" Willow stopped in mid-sentence when she 
looked to Spike's right and saw Tara. "Tara..." She whispered.

"Hi Willow."