This is set after the episode "Crush". It's sort of a take on what would
have happened is Spike had left, meaning not to return
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Spike awoke, not really knowing where he was. All that he could remember
was pain, lots and lots of pain. His ribs ached with a fire that he had not
felt since he was human. What is this place, he thought to himself. His
mind was a blank, blind with the fury that accompanies extreme trauma.
"Is my little pet, awake?" a cold and sinister voice calls from the shadows, using Spike's nickname for his little friends. It all came rushing back to him now. It was years since he had last seen Buffy and the Scoobes, leaving on her request. She had wanted to be rid of him, and he, unable to cope with himself, had left. He traveled the world until he found another quite town, a spot where he could hopefully rest for eternity.
"What's wrong pet, headache?" the unearthly voice jeered. It sounded strangely familiar, like he should remember it, but could not. "Can't remember your master?" the voice once again called. The creature stepped forward from the shadows, revealing himself. Spike tried to scream, but his lips were sealed shut by crusted blood. He remembered now, this Master had captured him in the weeks following his departure from Sunnydale. No!! He cried inwardly. Spike realized what he had tried so hard to forget, he was bound to this creature, this dark vampire. The Master had laid claim over him, a claim that could only be broken by the death of the Master, something that only a Slayer could do. But that was so long ago, and no slayer had come. He flinched as he realized that his latest headache was the result of another failed escape attempt. Another failed attempt to get help. Do they not care, he thought. Why do they not come for me?
"They do not care about you, vampire swine!!" The Master bellowed. For the first time since he woke up, Spike took a good look at him and his surroundings. The Master was a tall male vampire, about six foot. He appeared to be from the early era, a time before even Angelus. Spike was in some kind of cold, dark cell. There was no barrier between him and the Master, but upon trying to move, he realized that both of his hands were chained to the walls. In agony, the realiztion that he could barely feel his legs hit him like a harsh wave.
"I have half the nerve to leave you to the sun, pet. Do you really think that the Slayer will help you? Do you not remember how she treated you? I saved you, pet. You are safe now, my dear dear pet. And though I would like to stay and give you a further lesson in punishment, I am hungry. Don't try anything foolish while I'm out" he said, his voice taking on a much more serious tone. "I like you, pet. Let us keep it that way."
And so the Master left, leaving Spike to contemplate his scattered memories..
"Is my little pet, awake?" a cold and sinister voice calls from the shadows, using Spike's nickname for his little friends. It all came rushing back to him now. It was years since he had last seen Buffy and the Scoobes, leaving on her request. She had wanted to be rid of him, and he, unable to cope with himself, had left. He traveled the world until he found another quite town, a spot where he could hopefully rest for eternity.
"What's wrong pet, headache?" the unearthly voice jeered. It sounded strangely familiar, like he should remember it, but could not. "Can't remember your master?" the voice once again called. The creature stepped forward from the shadows, revealing himself. Spike tried to scream, but his lips were sealed shut by crusted blood. He remembered now, this Master had captured him in the weeks following his departure from Sunnydale. No!! He cried inwardly. Spike realized what he had tried so hard to forget, he was bound to this creature, this dark vampire. The Master had laid claim over him, a claim that could only be broken by the death of the Master, something that only a Slayer could do. But that was so long ago, and no slayer had come. He flinched as he realized that his latest headache was the result of another failed escape attempt. Another failed attempt to get help. Do they not care, he thought. Why do they not come for me?
"They do not care about you, vampire swine!!" The Master bellowed. For the first time since he woke up, Spike took a good look at him and his surroundings. The Master was a tall male vampire, about six foot. He appeared to be from the early era, a time before even Angelus. Spike was in some kind of cold, dark cell. There was no barrier between him and the Master, but upon trying to move, he realized that both of his hands were chained to the walls. In agony, the realiztion that he could barely feel his legs hit him like a harsh wave.
"I have half the nerve to leave you to the sun, pet. Do you really think that the Slayer will help you? Do you not remember how she treated you? I saved you, pet. You are safe now, my dear dear pet. And though I would like to stay and give you a further lesson in punishment, I am hungry. Don't try anything foolish while I'm out" he said, his voice taking on a much more serious tone. "I like you, pet. Let us keep it that way."
And so the Master left, leaving Spike to contemplate his scattered memories..