So this is just a quick little one shot- their might be a follow up to this just to show his emotions when he gets his soul and stuff. But maybe not. Please review. I know its short and I might toy with it later but It just came to me and I figured, why not? So hope you like.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. All Joss's.

Take me

The quiet night surrounded her as she made her way across the cemetery. Pain twisted in her heart. She wanted desperately to get rid of it. She couldn't accept how selfish her friends had been to bring her back. How thoughtless they'd been. She had done her part. Death was her gift. She was finished. She had found peace, but now she was here again enduring this hell. Because her own friends tore her out of heaven. Yet she still felt the need to shelter them, to keep them from knowing. She loved them and she didn't want them in pain, even though she was.

Everything was heightened since she'd returned, her sight, her sense. After being away for so long it all seemed so overwhelming and she was more alert then she'd ever been. Her eyes darted quickly from stone to stone, searching for his figure against the silver moonlight. His lean and graceful silhouette moving with the darkness. She listened for the faintest sign of his approach, a whisper against the wind, rough leather trailing against the cool grass beneath her, the smallest snap of a twig not more then a few feet away. She turned slowly to see his cerulean eyes piercing hers.

"Why out so late, pet? Still patrolling? Is everything alrigh'?" he asked looking towards the direction of the coming sun, a look of concern etched on his face.

"I- I. No. Just out for some air." she replied quietly. "Spike? You said you love me-"

His head tilted in curiosity. Yes he loved her, more then she'd ever know. It burned him inside and out just to be near her. All he wanted was to pull her close and hold her in his arms. Keep her there. Have her be his. But as far as he knew she didn't believe he could love, maybe he'd give her a chance to prove it.

"So I was wondering if you'd do something for me."

"Anything." he replied quickly, intent on conveying his message. Trying somehow to prove to her how he feels. To show her the love searing inside him. He would walk through hell and back for her, fight by her side, do anything she wanted, be anything she needed.

"Let's have our dance." she told him, gazing into his eyes. His eye brow flew up in surprise as he took a few steps back.

"Please." she pleaded, as she moved her hair to expose her neck, closing the distance between them. "Drink me."

"No." he said firmly, pushing her away gently. She was asking for death. He could never-. No. He would not take her.

"You promised. You said we'd have our dance." she replied. Desperately grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him towards her.

Her breath fanned across his face and he traced his fingers across her jaw line. Leaving a trail of fire behind.

"No." he said again, his blue eyes hardening with determination.

"Why?" she asked breathless. "Why won't you kill me? Just do it. Then you'll be back on top, William the Bloody. Taking his third slayer. No one would mock you after they heard what you'd done."

He pulled away from her disgust in his eyes. She wanted him to take her. But he couldn't. Never. She meant too much to him.

"Please." she begged, grabbing the lapels of his coat. "Finish me. Anything to stop this." Tears welled in her eyes as she fell to her knees.

He wrapped his arms around her small frame and she cried on his shoulder.

"I can't take this. It's too much. All the pain. And the sadness. Just take it away." she kept begging. And it broke his non existent heart to watch her endure even more pain then she had already. But she needed to live. She had to live.

"I can't do that, love." he told her softly. "I could never do that."

Her cries subsided as she and Spike leaned against the oak tree she had once shared with Angel. The circumstances so different from before. She gazed into Spikes eyes and shecan almost see the man he's been hiding away under the demon. She can see the faint traces of what's left of William and she captured his lips with a kiss. Eager to feel something other then this constant sorrow.

He kissed back gently, knowing this is all her comfort, nothing more. There's a slight ache in the empty cavity of his chest. If only it could be more.