Author's note: I thought that Spike was better suited to break the news to Angel than Willow was, so... yeah. This was born. Warning: OOC Spike.
Angel walked into the hotel with Cordelia, Wesley, Gunn, Lorne, and the newly found Fred in tow. They were laughing and chatting, happy to be home at last. Angel turned around and faced the lobby.
"Spike! What the hell are you doing here?!" he yelled at the manpire.
Spike stood up from the circular couch in the lobby and limped towards Angel. He opened his mouth to speak. "Bu-"
"Well?" demanded Angel. "Why are you here? Buffy finally kick you out?"
"Shut up and listen to me for a while, you bloody poof!" shouted Spike. "She's dead. Buffy's dead. And all you care about is that I don't answer your question fast enough."
"You killed her!"
"Yeah."
Spike didn't try to deny it. He knew that he didn't move fast enough to get to Buffy at the tower and he knew that he didn't even try to catch her as she fell. He couldn't even touch her body when she was lying in front of the tower. Spike stood in front of his grandsire taking every punch, kick, push and shove delivered upon him.
When he had no more strength left, Angel pushed Spike aside and ran up the stairs to his room.
Angel's team gave Spike dirty looks and went to console each other and their leader.
Spike stood still for a minute and sank to the ground, an anguished sob broke free of his mouth, unshed teats spilling out of his blue eyes.
He's right. I killed her. I fell off the tower. I couldn't catch her. I came to Sunnydale to kill Buffy. I did. I'm the monster she saw me for. I killed the woman I loved.
Spike stood up and left the hotel, not once looking back. He got in his black Desoto and drove off to Sunnydale. Spike drove slowly, with the windows opened wide.
Hours later, he knocked down the Welcome to Sunnydale sign. It was a lie. Sunnydale was not going to be welcome ever again.
Spike went to the house where he found love, but would never be able to find love in again. He went to its roof and awaited the sunrise.
"Spike!" shouted Dawn. "Spike, come down here! Spike, please!"
"Nibblet," he greeted.
"Spike, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
"I killed her. I deserve to die."
"No, you don't," she choked out over the tears threatening ot spill. "You didn't kill her." she sat down on the grass where she stood and whispered, "I already lost two people I loved, I can't lose another. If you can't live for yourself, live for me. Spike, if you die, what'll happen to me?"
Spike jumped off the roof just as a ray of sunlight hit it.
"Sorry, Bit," he said when he and Dawn were safely inside the house. "Wasn't thinking."
"Don't leave me," she whispered, sounding every bit like the girl she was.
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Made a promise to a lady, didn't I?"
Yeah... reviews?
Oh, and. I thought that since Spike blamed himself for Buffy's death, he would have done something like this. Well, maybe better written, but, still.