Author:HarleyAngel
Title: Break
Rating: Pg-13
Distribution: BTVS writers challenge. If you want it, ask me!
Disclaimer: I want to own it....but i don't...yet! lol
Summery:Willow has 
finally reached the brink  It's a Willow/Spike, yes.
Spoilers: None	

                                    BREAK

                                   songfic
                         "One step closer to the edge"
                                 Linkin Park


                              Willow goes crazy
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Glass shattered on the wall as the precious hand held mirror collided 
with the wall. Music blared throughout the house. Her parents had 
left once again. This time for six months, leaving her alone. It
was the start of summer and already,  and everyone was somewhere 
doing something or someone else. Buffy and Riley had run off to 
Iowa to see his family. Giles had decided to visit old England and get 
reaquainted with some old friends. Xander and Anya were camped 
out in their new house leaving Willow all to herself. Tara had run 
off two weeks ago. Her pain and anger had built up and
now, the moment had come.
When she would break.

I cannot take this anymore
saying everything i said before
all these words they make no sense
i found bliss in ignorance
less i hear the less you say
you'll find that out anyway

Momento's from her childhood, pictures, cups, glasses, indeed, even 
furniture were flying around the room. Her face scortched with 
red angry tears, she rampaged around the house, busting the 
table over onto it's side. Grabbing the stereo, she pulled it loose 
from it's hook and tossed it as far as she could across the 
room. Sparks flew as a small fire started. Her room had already 
had the same treatment. All of her stuffed animals' heads had 
been ripped off and her dresser tipped over. Her bed was shredded 
apart from the inside out, the sheets and pillows recklessly 
thrown around the room. Her computer smashed to bits, her entire 
wardrobe destroyed. She had taken them out into the
yard and 
with a lighter fluid for the bar-b-que and matches, set her 
entire closet on fire. It was now a small bonfire out in the yard, 
burning wildly near the porch. She screamed as the music got louder.

just like before
everything you say to me
(takes me one step close to the edge)
and i'm about to break
i need a little room to breath
(cause one step closer to the edge)

Spike cautiously approached the house. He could smell smoke coming 
from inside of it and behind it. He heard angry screaming 
and loud alternative music. He thought he recognized this house. 
Who lived here? Stepping up to the window, his face registered 
shock and he jumped out of the way as a wooden chair came flying at 
him, out the window in the front. Walking carefully closer, 
he looked again in shock as the shy little redheaded witch threw 
all of her things around the room in an angry fit. She was screaming, 
tears streaking her flushed face. She growled, then tipped the 
couch over onto a peice of material on the table that was on fire 
already. The couch quickly went up in flames and the girl screamed, 
running around it, with a maniacle smile on her face and crazy
laughter/crying coming from her mouth. Jumping out the window and 
near where Spike was standing, she didn't even seem to notice him 
as he just stood there staring in shock at this girl who he 
thought could do no harm, had just ramsacked and set her house 
on fire.  Quickly, the blaze overtook the skies as the dark black 
smoke caressed the night sky.

and now the answers are so clear
wish i could find a way to dissapear
all these thoughts they make no sense
i found bliss in ignorance
nothing seems to go away
over and over again

Spike smelled carosine from somewehre inside the house. 
Looking to his unexpected companion, he saw she was backing away. 
Quickly taking her hint, he followed, quickly speeding up as 
they ran from the house like mad. The smell and sound followed 
them until suddenly...BOOM! Falling to the ground, Spike 
scrambled backwards, looking towards the once house that was 
now only a giant ball of flames and black smoke. It englulfed the 
entire house before thier eyes and Spike once again
looked over 
to his companion who was just registering, it seemed, what she 
had just done. She watched with her mouth open as her only home 
went up in flames.....and she had caused that. She
had done something.....evil.

just like before
everything you say to me
(takes me one step close to the edge)
and i'm about to break
i need a little room to breath
(cause one step closer to the edge)
and i'm about to break

"Bloody hell....." Spike whispered, catching the girl's 
attention. Her eyes went wide, then she looked back at the house.
"I...." she paused as a tear of regret ran down her face. "I 
couldn't do it anymore." she said simply as she stood and started 
to walk away from him and the burning house. By now the fire 
department was desperatly trying to save what little they could 
of the frame, but it was a total loss. Spike stood
and ran 
after her.
"Wait!" he shouted, getting her attention. She had her arms wrapped 
around her waist as she looked at him in fright. But not of him
....of herself.
"What have I done?" she asked, tears rolling fat and sad down 
her cheeks.
Spike stepped forward and took the unresisting girl in his arms.
"I don't know, pet. Why the bloody hell would you do something 
like that?" he asked, slightly ticked that she would put herself 
in danger. "Had no clue you were a pyro, luv."
She looked 
at him and did her best to glare. "I'm not. I just couldn't 
take it. Being alone, not cared about, everyone leaving, 
everyone having someone or something better than me. I just couldn't
handle it. I....I lost it. It's been building up for so long
....." she trailed off.
"Where are you going to stay?" Spike asked, taking her by suprise.
"I....I dont' know....I.."
"You'll stay with me. Bloody hell. Can't believe I'm taking you in, 
but best be warned pet. Don't go lighting any of my stuff on 
fire or i'll tear your bloody heart out. You hear me?" he warned
halfheartedly.
She nodded softly.

just like before
everything you say to me
(takes me one step close to the edge)
and i'm about to break
i need a little room to breath
(cause one step closer to the edge)
and i'm about to.....break

Spike took her arm and led her softly to his crypt. He walked her 
inside and sat her on the bed that Harmony had insisted he 
get to be silk for her. Harm was long gone though, thankfully 
and here was the now 'psycho' witch. He didn't know what posessed 
him to take her home with him.  He felt this need to keep her 
safe and with him. He felt for her sudden insanity. He could 
still hear the song pounding out into the night. Her house wasn't 
far from the crypt and the stereo must not have burnt
down yet. 
Interesting that the song would be the most prevelant thing out 
in the night. It was so true to her situation.

shut up when i'm talking to you
shut up
shut up
shut up
shut up
shut up when i'm talking to you

He remembered the look on her face as she screamed some of the 
words out in tune with the wild screamin of the band. She had 
gripped the sides of her face and head, shaking it in her hands 
as she screamed and shook hard. Her hair flying around her face 
as she rampaged through her house. The look on her face as she 
tipped over the couch or the anger that took her expression 
as she thrust the chair out of the window. The words of the 
song seemed to be in tune with her throwing and screaming. 
She had smashed some lamps and the counter in front of him.  He 
had seen the refrigerator knocked over onto it's face and all the 
drawers pulled out and tossed into the pile in front
of the 
couch that had lit it on fire.
A sniffle from beside him caught his attention and 
he looked over 
at Willow just in time to see her yawning. Gently taking her 
shoulders, he pushed her down onto the bed and pulled off her shoes
and socks, covering her up with the soft covers, still wondering 
why he cared. He went into the bathroom and started up the shower, 
climbing inside and letting the hot water pour over his body as
he scrubbed himself softly.

shut up when i'm talking to you
shut up
shut up
shut up
shut up
shut......up
I'm about to break

Turning into the spray, he ran his hands over his body, running 
them around with the bar of soap. Cleaning his hair with a cheap 
shampoo he had bought, he scrubbed in the lather, again his mind
flowing to the scene earlier that night. It had been less than 
an hour and already he felt a connection with the girl. Much 
like with Dru, he felt a need to protect and take care of her, 
but differently, he knew she could do this again and she was 
mentally stable and strong unlike Dru. She could take
care of 
herself more, but he had no intentions of letting her. She had 
nowhere to go now for the next three months until the others came 
back to her life. She was utterly alone like him. He had to take
her in.
Running his hand with the soap over his chest, he sighed 
unnessicarily as he turned under the spray again to let it rinse 
away all the grime. Rinsing off, he stepped out of the shower 
and wrapped a white towel around his waist after briefly 
drying his hair with it. Walking back out into the main
room, he 
found the girl already asleep. Sighing again, he walked over 
to the edge of the bed and carefully knelt down, brushing her 
dirty hair from her face. She would need a shower tomorrow. 
And she would get one. And any food she may need. She would 
get a new wardrobe and anything else she wanted. He would give 
it to her. He needed to help her. It wasn't a choice anymore. 
And he really couldn't mind.

everything you say to me
(takes me one step close to the edge)
and i'm about to break
i need a little room to breath
(cause one step closer to the edge)
and i'm about to....
BREAK!

Pulling on a pair of black silk boxers, as always, he moved over 
to the opposite side of the bed and slid in behind her, pulling 
her close to him. Hopefully she wouldn't wake up before 
him. He was enjoying her warmth. She unconsiously moved toward 
his cool body, seeking his comfort. Closing his eyes, Spike let 
sleep take him. Tomorrow would be hell. He smiled.

The End...for now.