Spike was cranky. Usually, this was not surprising. Spike was always cranky. Lately though, this had been peaked to a certain level. Buffy had been switched out with some bubble gum chewing, hair-twirling, sorority girl from hell (not literally - though one could never be certain), leaving him with absolutely no methods on determining as to how he was going to get her back. No leads, no underground tips, nothing. The vampire had scoured high and low for information, but he had, unfortunately, come out of it empty-handed.
Now he had to deal with this. The irritating duplicate had gotten herself kidnapped by some ridiculous fang gang. Much as he thought she had a lesson coming to her on what reality was really like, Spike didn't believe she deserved being tormented by any vampires.
Plus, again, deserved or not, it made him cranky. He didn't like that.
Now he was Will. Not too far off the mark, was it? William the Bloody. Will the boyfriend. That last bit being a lie, but he had played the part before. And he certainly felt like the overprotective boyfriend now. It was a good thing that the boyfriend bit was all part of the act, too, otherwise the chances of him blowing his cover would have been very, very high. The act. That was what he needed to pay mind to. Spike staggered his way forward with Faith dragging him along. He was letting her. Pretending to struggle a bit, wincing at the hold she had on him. Easy. Spike had played this game before, after all. Plenty of times with Angelus, Drusilla, and Darla back in the day. It had been more fun then, he noted.
The scent of Buffy's blood was the first thing he caught. Nostrils flaring, Spike snapped his gaze off in the direction of the vampires that held her captive. The next thing he knew, he was staring off at Buffy herself and, fuck, she didn't look so good at all. He wanted to throw Faith off and take on the vampires all at once. Rip them apart, make them bleed, turn them to dust. All for her. Least a version of her. The way he saw it, he'd protect her no matter what. Even if she was, at the moment, a moron.
"Kill me with? Wha - I thought we were..." Spike put on a terrified look. Showtime. "What do you mean, weapon you're going to kill me with?! Are you out of your mind? You can't bloody well grab a man off the street and...oh no. Buffy? Buffy?" He tried to pull away from Faith. Except...not really. It was a weak attempt. "What did you do to her? Let her go! I'll call the police!"