There was a knock on the dorm door.
"Come in!" Willow called.
"Not wise, pet." A Bristish voice said as the door closed.
"Spike! W-what do you want?" Willow stammered.
"I'm giving you a choice." he said, blocking her to the wall.
"W-what?"
"You can live or you can die. You're choice, pet."
"I-I want to live."
"Now, another choice, love."
She nodded, eyes wide.
"Live with me forever or die?"
"L-live with you."
"One more, pet."
She nodded, almost in tears.
"Love me or hate me?" he sounded almost hopeful.
"Um . . . l-love you." she sounded confident.
"Do you really, ducks?" Willow looked him right in those ice-blue eyes.
"I really do love you."
"Would you live with me forever?"
"I would." Spike looked at her for a moment, then he sunk his fangs into her neck and began drinking her blood. She was almost dead when he sliced his own wrist and held it up to her mouth for her to drink. She looked up at him and drank. Then, she died . . .
Willow woke up, in a different place. Spike was there, holding his hand out to her. She took it.
Willow found out was that life was full of choices. She had just happened to pick the right one . . .
