Oh, but had that been fun. For a moment, she'd almost worried she wouldn't be able to pull it off. Not that she wouldn't, eventually, but that her first attempt would fall short. It wasn't like Willow (this version, at least) to doubt herself and her abilities, but actually removing the soul from someone was a new trick for her. The second she saw his smile, she knew she'd been successful.
"See?" she murmured, her feet landing silently on the ground. "Isn't that better?"
Her head snapped to the right quite suddenly, her tone turning dark as she snapped, "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Her gaze locked on a young woman who was cowering in the corner, her eyes wide and filled with fear. She held the bloodied stake in her trembling hand, knees pulled up to her chest and the weapon shoved out in front of her as though it would protect her from the monsters she was very clearly in the presence of.
With a jerk of Willow's hand the stake flew free and sailed out the shattered window. The girl, meanwhile, was yanked to her feet and dragged across the floor until she reached the witch.
Wrapping a pale hand around her slim throat, Willow spun her so she was facing Spike. Her back pressed hard against her captor, trying to get away, but Willow was having none of it.
"Oh, look!" Willow exclaimed, holding the struggling woman still. "You even get a free meal, too. Talk about your lucky day!" Then she shoved the frightened girl forward, toward Spike, and turned her attention to the rest of the bar.