William paced the length of the basement. His body felt like a tightly wound spring, seconds from exploding from the tension. He had always liked activity, horse riding, long walks, but he never had a vicious, burning need to move about. He never felt like jumping out of his own skin; now he couldn't even stand still.
After the others came in it became too awkward upstairs, so he retired to the safety of his impromptu room. He'd only been down there a minute before he realized that with a little concentration, he could hear the others from his sanctuary. They were arguing about him. Giles and Xander wanted to send him out to his death, and they loudly voiced their position. Dawn, though more subdued, agreed with them. Willow refused to answer them or chip in with her opinion, and Buffy fought for him. She used every excuse and argument there was that didn't involve her actually saying that she wanted him around.
William tuned out the angry voices and gave the wall a good kick. Pain shot through his foot and he hopped around, clutching his sore extremity.
"Is that a new dance move?"
He looked up at Buffy and quickly dropped his foot.
"Erm, yes, it's the dance of the clumsy dope," William smiled at Buffy as she walked over to him.
"Yeah, I know that dance."
William awkwardly fidgeted, flicking his fingers against each other and bouncing on his heels.
"I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble for you," he spoke softly, like a naughty child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Buffy shrugged and moved to the cot. "My life is always trouble, a little more is no big." A note book caught her eye. She picked it up and flipped through a couple pages.
William's eyes widened and he jumped to her side. He wanted to snatch the book from her, but his Victorian upbringing kept him from doing such a mannerless thing. Buffy frowned slightly and his heart jumped into his throat.
"Please, its… I just scribbled a few things." William squeezed his eyes closed and waited for the mocking blow.
"I like the poetry, where'd you hear it?"
William's eyes snapped open. "Y-you like it?"
"Yeah. I don't know much about poetry, but there are a few pretty ones here, and some catchy ones. Uh, Byron?"
"B-Byron? You think Lord Byron wrote them?"
"He's is a poet, right? I told you I'm no good at poetry. Anyway, I like 'em."
"You like them. Like them?" William shook himself from his daze. "It was, erm, me. I just… I know I'm not very good, but it m- means a lot that you like them. You're the first… No one else likes my poetry."
Buffy felt her cheeks burn. She didn't consider that Spike wrote poetry. She dropped the book back onto the bed.
"Yep, I like 'em, but you know, like I said, I don't read much poetry. I'm pretty much 'Roses are red, violets are blue.' So, yeah… You wanna go patrolling?"
William couldn't stop himself from preening. She liked his poetry. He wrote something about a girl, and she didn't call him beneath her. It was a first for him.
"I'd love to. What's patrolling?"
Buffy snorted. "You don't know what it is, but you want to do it?"
"Yes, if it's with you. I like being near you."
Buffy chose to ignore that. Getting warm fuzzies for William wouldn't do her any good.
"Patrolling is going out and fighting demons."
William's brow furrowed with worry. "And you do this a lot?"
"I'm a slayer, it's kinda what I do. If you don't want to go…"
"No, I do." William tilted his head and looked at Buffy with adoring eyes. It was a look that Buffy recognized as something that Spike did constantly.
"What?" she asked self-consciously.
"Nothing, it's just, you're so delicate and beautiful, I find it hard to remember how strong you are. It doesn't help that I don't remember very much of anything."
Buffy cleared her throat. She was fairly positive that William was going to make her dizzy with all the blood that he sent rushing to her cheeks.
"Right, we need to figure out how to get your memories back. After patrol. Come on."
Buffy quickly made her way up the stairs, William close behind.
"I'm gonna grab a couple weapons, you stay here." That said, Buffy went up to the second level of the house to go into her box.
William looked at the four sitting in the living room.
"Hi," he said nervously. "We're going patrolling."
Xander sneered. "Great, you can get her alone so you can finish what you started."
"What are you insinuating?" William felt anger bubble inside.
Xander walked over to him and used his height to try and intimidate the vampire.
"I'm saying that you're going to try and rape Buffy again. It's what you want, isn't it? You want to hear her cry, feel her struggle under you, beg you to stop. Turns you on, doesn't it?"
William felt something snap. He grabbed Xander's collar and twisted him into a wall. He snarled, gnashing his teeth an inch from Xander's nose.
"Don't you ever say that."
William slammed him against the wall and to Xander's shock and dismay there was no firing of a chip. William backed off when he heard Buffy on the stairs.
"Ready?" she asked, none the wiser.
"Yes." William glanced at Xander and accepted the short sword Buffy offered. His behavior shocked himself. He wasn't aware that he was capable of such fury. He couldn't control himself. Xander's words disgusted him. The accusation made him blind with red hot anger.
"Ladies first," he said as he held open the door for Buffy.
Xander moved into the living room. "Dawn, Willow, go upstairs."
Dawn made to complain, but the look in Xander's eyes sent her obediently up to her room with Willow.
Giles asked, "Did Spike, did he hurt you? I was about to intervene, but Buffy came down. What did he say?"
"Giles, we have a problem."
"Do you think he's faking the soul? Whisler said he had one, but really, how do we trust the same demon who brought Angelus to us."
"Yeah, I say no soul. The problem is with the chip, Giles. It isn't working."
"Oh dear." Giles' glasses were instantly in his hand, the end of his shirt proved an acceptable makeshift cleaning cloth. "Are you sure?"
"My bruised shoulders are pretty damn sure." He rubbed up his arm. "I think his grip cut off circulation to my arms."
"Well, this isn't good." Giles replaced his glasses
"No duh, Giles. We need to get rid of him. And now."
"Yes, but what if those demons come back? I don't think they'll appreciate us killing their mark."
"They want to drag him to hell, right? Well, it's not like he's going to Heaven. Let's send him on a one way trip to these guys."
"It's not that simple. There are hundreds of hell dimensions. There's no telling which one he'd end up in."
"Well we can't wait for these dumb ass demons to decide that it's safe to kill him!"
A swirl of fire and brimstone revealed the three aforementioned demons. Hurtz's head swivled around as he looked for William.
"Where is the vampire and his slayer? I shall rip them limb from li—"
Giles interrupted him. "Yes, yes, I get it. Xander, I think I've come up with a solution to our problem."
William watched Buffy laugh at the story he told. She was angelic. Her golden hair a halo surrounding her perfectly tanned skin. He was dying to reach out and touch her hair, he was certain it was the softest thing in the world.
"You're staring again," Buffy said, a ghost of a smile on her lips.
"I find it difficult not to." William moved his gaze to his feet.
"Yes, well try to control the drooling at least."
"I was drooling?" His hand shot to his mouth.
She pushed his shoulder. "It was a joke, loosen up."
"I can only assume you mean that I shouldn't take things literally all the time."
"Yes, that's one way of putting it. Boy, I can't wait until you get back your memories. I don't think you'll ever learn how to understand me without them."
They approached the house, the mirth slowly leaked out of them.
"Well, thanks for slaying with me. You did a pretty good job tonight. I'd say your body remembers what your head doesn't." Buffy pretended that that couldn't be twisted into something sexual.
"Indeed." William was reluctant to go in, but he couldn't think of a suitable excuse not to.
"Well, here we are." Buffy shifted her axe. She didn't want to go in yet, but she couldn't think of a reason not to.
William's hand brushed hers as he took the weapon from her. They both flinched at the accidental touch. Buffy felt an ache in her chest; she wanted to take his hand in hers. Anger accompanied her desire to touch him and she walked quickly to the front door.
William swallowed his disappointment and followed after her. The house was quiet when they entered. All the lights off. William's eyes adjusted immediately to the dark, but Buffy's human eyes did no such thing. As she walked into the living room the toe of her boot caught the corner of a throw rug, and she stumbled, saved from falling only by the grace of William's enhanced speed.
The sound of heavy metal as it crashed to the floor was deafening in the silence, but it went unnoticed by the two. The loud beating of Buffy's heart was the only thing William could hear as he held her to his chest. Buffy only felt the cool breath that tickled her face, only heard William's labored breaths.
William dipped his head down, his lips brushed across Buffy's. Pleasure shot through him at the slight touch. He stayed still, his lips a fraction from Buffy's. He didn't know what to do, so he gathered the strength to let go. He was about to move back when Buffy's fingers laced through his hair. She pulled his mouth against hers.
William was spurred by the frantic movements of her mouth and the barely perceptible mewls that issued from her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back urgently. Like with fighting, his body knew what to do, and soon their tongues battled for dominance.
"Oh Buffy," William moan, clutching her closer.
His voice pulled her out of her lustful daze and Buffy jerked back. She broke his hold, but fell in the process. William went to help her up, but Buffy scooted away from his hands.
"Don't," she muttered as she crawled to her feet. "Leave the stuff by the door." Without another word she was gone. Up the stairs. A second later he heard a door close.
"What…?" He gave up trying to figure out what happened. He picked up the weapons and carefully placed them in the corner of the door.
He made his way to the basement, Buffy heavily on his mind. He could still feel her lips on his. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice that he wasn't alone.
"Spike, I told you we'd be back."
The three demons began to glow red, the light illuminated the human standing beside them. William saw the pure glee on Xander's face.
"Your friends seemed more than willing to give you to us." Hurtz's voice dropped to a growl. "You will regret killing my kin."
"I won't come without a fight. And the noise with surely draw Buffy."
"No, I didn't think you would. But part of the deal your friends made included gaining you without a fight from you or the slayer."
William heard the crackle of electricity and an incapacitating pain covered him like a blanket. He dropped to the ground with a soft thunk.
The last thing he saw before the inky blackness took over his vision was Giles. He stood above him, a taser in his hand, and grim determination on his face.
"I'm sorry, William, but I must do what's best for the ones I look after." The taser touched his skin again and this time he couldn't keep himself conscious.
Giles stuck the taser into his pocket and turned to the demons. "He's yours, remember, he must never come back."
Hurtz grabbed William and flung him over his shoulder. "Trust me, he won't."
His siblings came to either side and he scoffed at Giles and Xander. "It is funny, his soul looks more pure than either of yours." Fire and brimstone surrounded the four of them and they were gone.
Xander made a dismissive noise and headed for the stairs. "What do demons know. I'm human. Definitely purer than Spike."
Giles sighed. "He had his soul."
"Does that change anything?" Xander asked, still glad to be rid of William.
"No." Giles followed Xander upstairs. "It doesn't change anything."