Past Imperfect, Future Uncertain – original ending

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Every day for the next week, there was some kind of gift outside her dorm room door when she woke up in the morning. Sometimes candy, once a book of poetry, another time there were more wildflowers. She had to set her alarm so she could wake up before Buffy - she somehow didn't want Buffy to know, didn't want anyone to know.

He showed up at Giles twice, asking for money for cigarettes and liquor in exchange for information. She never looked at him, but felt his eyes on her the whole time.

One night she couldn't sleep and she looked out her window to see the orange glow of a cigarette down by the tree underneath her window. Every morning she looked and more and more cigarette butts had accumulated.

This had to stop and had to stop now.



"Spike? Are you here? Spi-" that was the last thing she said before the taser in Drusilla's hand knocked her unconscious.



She was tired, oh so tired. And she couldn't turn over, couldn't even move. And her arms hurt.

She finally managed to open her eyes and see that she was in the lower level of Spike's crypt. And Drusilla was tied to something and she herself was - oh my goodness - shackled to the wall.

"So, sleeping beauty wakes."

Spike walked into her line of sight then.

"Spike, let me go." She was panicking, and they both knew it.

"Beginning to think you'd sleep the night away."

Willow looked over at Drusilla who looked completely calm.

"Dru - Drusilla?"

Spike raised his eyebrows with a slight grin. He moved aside so that Willow can see Dru, tied to a pillar with her hands behind her back.

"Not nice to change the game in mid-play, Spike. You've taken my chair and the music hasn't stopped."

"Sorry, pet. My house, my rules."

"I think I shall be very cross with you when I'm free again."

Willow was beginning to get really frightened now. "What's going on?"

"Simple. I'm gonna prove something." He moves in close to her, "I love you."

Willow tried to look away but he wouldn't let her. "No, look at me!" He turned her face to look in her eyes. "I ... love you. You're all I bloody think about. Dream about. You're in my gut ... my throat ... I'm drowning in you, Willow, I'm drowning in you."

Dru began to laugh. Spike turned.

"I can do without the laugh track, Dru."

"But it's so funny. I knew ... before you did. I knew you loved the red witch. The pixies in my head whispered it to me."

Spike ignored Dru and turned back to Willow. "You can't tell me that there isn't anything there between you and me. I know you feel something."

"It's - you're not - him. You aren't William. And whatever you think you're feeling, it's not love. It's just a memory. William's memory of loving me."

"Just a memory, huh? You think so? You still don't believe. Still don't think I mean it. You want proof, huh? How's this?" He walked over to a table and picked up a stake and held it against Dru's chest. He looked over at Willow. "I'm gonna kill Drusila for you." And he proceeded to do just that by pushing the stake right into Dru's heart.

He thought he'd done something profound and truthful. But he saw Willow's eyes fill with tears.

"My William would never kill anyone, Spike. He just wasn't made that way. All you've proved is that you're not like William at all."

Spike looked shocked, then resigned. He pulled a key out of his jeans pocket and let Willow go.

Sadly, without turning to look at him again, Willow left. Any shred of hope she may have had that William might still be in there is now gone. William really is dead. For good this time.





The End