"Why's my Spikey Looking like a lion who can't catch his dinner?" came a feminine voice from the doorway of his Los Angelus crypyt. Spike turned and recognized who the voice was from at once. He knew only one person who had that long black hair and slight insanity in her childish voice, his first love, and his sire, Drusilla. Spike swallowed. What was Drusilla doing here? She hadn't seen him in ages. Buffy was his main interest now. Just the thought of her blond haired, blue eyed, face gave him shivers of pleasure.
"Hello Dru," he said, she hadn't been this near him since she had found a demon interest. He forgot how the presence of her brought back the memories of there century together. His love for her grew. Great not again, he thought. Last time he was near her, and loved Buffy, they broke out in a huge fight.
"What's my wicked, wicked baby doing? Did the naughty Slayer break his heart?" Dru asked walking toward him.
"No," he replied. That was a lie, Buffy thought he was dead, crumbled into the Hellmouth, then she went to Rome and found the Immortal. Spike could tell Dru thought he was lying, "She thinks I'm dead alright."
"My Spikey knew he'd have a broken heart when he fell in love with her," she said, "but now you're bed warmer is back."
"Oh, yes she is," Spike said lifting her onto the bed.
"William! Will, where… ah there you are! Why are you hiding from me poochy puppy?" Buffy cooed in delight, lifting the squirming puppy from behind the couch of her new, New York apartment. The golden retriever licked her hands, causing her to laugh and the man on the couch to grimace.
"You are unnaturally close to that dog," Xander said disgustedly, eyeing the puppy.
Buffy laughed and teasingly held the puppy in front of him, "What's the matter? Afraid of little Will?" She turned the puppy toward her face and laughed as he licked her nose. Xander rose uncomfortably and slid past her.
"I hope that puppy is eaten by demons," he yelled over his shoulder. Buffy stuck her tongue out at his retreating back, then turned back to the puppy.
"Don't you listen to him," she told the lab warningly.
"Don't listen to what?" Dawn, her younger sister, asked, entering the room.
"Xander. He said Will should be eaten by demons."
"What!" Dawn yelped, "I'm going to kill him!" She ran out of the room.
Buffy sighed, sitting back on the couch. Although the puppy was named for Spike, he wasn't a substitute for Spike's company. Suddenly, a name popped into her head. Angel. She'd go to him, see if he knew about Spike, where he was buried. She stood up with a newfound purpose. L.A., here I come!