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Summary: 'Maybe one day you'll be able to forgive me for what I've done.' They were the last words Spike heard from the mysterious visitor before blacking out. What are her intentions? And is there something much bigger looming?

Author's notes: This story will have Spuffy eventually so bear with me :)

Prologue

It all happened so fast. One minute he was minding his own business, watching the television. The next? He felt white hot pain streak across his skull. Before he could register anything else, the darkness took over.

Tiny, yet strong hands pulled his unconscious body until it slumped lazily up against the wall. Watching him, her breathing sped up slightly, her heart beat increased. She wanted... no NEEDED to make sure that every word she had to say would go in.

Slowly the darkness started to blur with a faint flickering. Letting out a low groan, the familiar metallic smell of blood filled his delicate nose. Raising his head, he could feel it trickling down his sharp cheekbone, staining his pale flesh a dark red. However, when he tried to wipe the crimson liquid away, he couldn't move. And then he realised, someone had chained him up and good. He had heavy cuffs around his ankles and wrists. At least his torturer was nice enough to sit him up.

A slight movement in the air caused Spike to raise his head. Could it be his dark beauty? His dark princess finally returned to him? Could it be true?

'You didn't have to go to this just to get me back, Dru.'

Silence. Then, a scent drifted to his nose. It was a mix of cherries and cinnamon. It wasn't Drusilla. It was a human concentrating; he could hear the slightly fast heart beat and shallow breaths. His brow knitted in a tight frown. He tried and tried to get free but it was impossible.

'Whoever you are I'm gonna bloody rip your neck off in a minute. Chip or no chip,' he growled.

'I don't think you will,' said the tiniest of voices from the shadows.

A frown marred his face. That voice. It was a stranger speaking but it almost felt like he knew the owner.

A sarcastic chuckle escaped his lips.

'If you were so sure 'f that, you'd come out of the shadows and face me instead of chaining me up.'

'You won't hurt me.'

'You still ain' told me who the hell you are…'

Then, footsteps echoed through the crypt, until his capturer was revealed. She was dressed in one of the longest black robes, hood up with just a bit of her blonde hair peeping through. Unfortunately for Spike, the hood was hiding her face.

'That's not important…at least for the time being.'

'Why won't you show me you're face?' he said, eyes narrowing.

No reply came. Jaw clenched.

'The least you can do is show me your face, let me see who you are.'

Ever so slowly, the robed woman pulled her hood down. Hair falling gently on her shoulders. Her face was angelic. She looked so young, but at the same time she looked like she knew more than a girl like her should know. What was a girl of her age doing tying up vampires and torturing them?

She stood in front of him.

'Firstly, you have to understand that I must do this.'

Spike watched the girl as she pulled out a long, rectangular box.

'You're no use to them like this…they need the old you back,' she said as she took out a needle and a vile.

His eyes widened. She wasn't going to use that on him, was she? Needle filled up and she walked towards him.

'No you bloody don't!'

But it was too late. She had already stuck the needle in. Spike cried out in pain and slouched to the floor and he could see her feet shifting. The girl bent down. The tears were like crystals in her eyes.

'I'm sorry.'

She stroked his cheek lovingly, which he groggily frowned at.

'Maybe one day you'll be able to forgive me for what I've done.'

They were the last words Spike heard from the mysterious visitor before blacking out.

TBC…

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