VAMPIRE: Don't drink it. It's drugged.
SPIKE: Uh-huh. And who are you, mate?
VAMPIRE: I'm a rat. I'm a lab rat, just like the others. They're gonna kill us, you know.
SPIKE: And how are they gonna do that?
VAMPIRE: They starve you. When you're ready to bite your own arm, they shoot out one of those packets. You drink, and the next thing, you're gone. And that's when they do the experiments.
SPIKE: And, uh, they are? The government? Nazis? A major cosmetics company?
VAMPIRE: Who cares? All I know is, one minute I'm running from the slayer, And the next thing, I'm here.
SPIKE: The slayer! I knew it! I knew it!
VAMPIRE: Yeah, she took apart my crew, and led me straight to these guys.
SPIKE: She set me up, too. I always worried what would happen When that bitch got some funding. She's wised up a bit. Fine! I'll take her apart. I don't care how brilliant she is.
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WILLOW: Come in. (Spike walks in.) Spike! Wh-what do you want? Uh, a spell? I can do that.
She goes to run past him, but he grabs her and and throws her against her dresser.
SPIKE: I'll give you a choice. Now I'm gonna kill you. No choice in that. But... I can let you stay dead... Or... Bring you back, to be like me.
WILLOW: I--I'll scream.
SPIKE: Bonus.
WILLOW: No!
Spike jumps on her and they battle but he goes to bite her.
SPIKE: I don't understand. This sort of thing's never happened to me before. (He's sitting on Willow's bed.)
WILLOW: Maybe you were nervous.
SPIKE: I felt all right when I started. Let's try again. (He leaps on her and draws back immediatly. He tries again and the same thing happens.) Ow! Oh! Ow! Damn it! (He gets up and kicks the dresser. He starts to pace around the room.)
WILLOW: Maybe you're trying too hard. Doesn't this happen to every vampire?
SPIKE: Not to me, it doesn't!
WILLOW: It's me, isn't it?
SPIKE: What are you talking about?
WILLOW: Well, you came looking for Buffy, then settled. I--I... You didn't want to bite me. I just happened to be around.
SPIKE: Piffle!
WILLOW: I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps like to sink their teeth into. It's always like, "ooh, you're like a sister to me," or, "oh, you're such a good friend."
SPIKE: Don't be ridiculous. I'd bite you in a heartbeat.
WILLOW: Really?
SPIKE: Thought about it.
WILLOW: When?
SPIKE: Remember last year, you had on that... Fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath?
WILLOW: I never would have guessed. You played the blood-lust kinda cool.
SPIKE: Mmm. I hate being obvious. All fang-y and "rrrr!" Takes the mystery out.
WILLOW: But if you could...
SPIKE: If I could, yeah.
WILLOW: You know, this doesn't make you any less terrifying.
SPIKE: Don't patronize me.
SPIKE: I'm only 126.
WILLOW: You're being too hard on yourself. Why don't we wait a half an hour and try again? Or... (She picks up a lamp and smashes it over his head.)
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Thanks to Romance on BtVS for some of the screen caps!
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