William the Bloody, AKA the slayer of Slayers. Who would have guessed that the poetic William Pratt would become such a cruel creature of the night.
Buffy had always sensed something off about Spike. She had never met any other Vampire like him. There was a certain charm he had, that no other Vampire had. An underlining drive.
Most Vampires kill on instinct, to survive. Infact, she managed to have some pretty great conversations with a few, before inevitably staking them. And what she learned is that they were very much the same people they were as humans. With the exception of insatiable bloodlust.
That's why when Angel lost his soul, and Angelus took his place, everything made sense. Back when he was human, going by the name of Liam, he was a cruel bastard who liked nothing more then to drive his victims crazy. Except back then he was a drunk, who raped the woman he victimaized. To Liam, here was nothing better then stealling the inocence of a young lady.
It's what he did to Drusilla, as Angelus. He made her insane, killing off her family, one by one, until all that was left was one batty Drusilla. She had welcomed death when Angelus finally came for her. Only to be changed and forever tormented with her recollection of the past.
So why? Why would William Pratt become William the Bloody? Poetic justice? Sure the first human he killed had literally asked for a railway spike to the head before listening to another word of William's poetry. And like other Vampires, the instinct to survive was too strong. Add the influence of Angelus, it's no wonder William became The Bloody.
Influence only goes so far when you are a Vampire. She had seen it in Drusilla. She was still an inocent little girl, driven out of her mind by the loathsome mind of Angelus. So why is Spike so evil? Is he evil?
Most Vampires feed to survive. Angelus played with his victims. Had them living in overwhlming fear. And yet, Spike had always made sure that his victims felt safe, and at piece before ending them. Infact he could never stomach the immorality of someone knowing there time was up. He always allowed them to think that they would have a tomorrow. That tonight was just another night, and that the plans that they had made would still be there tomorrow. They would die in happiness, or not die at all.
Every one of Spike's kills is something of poetry. So alluring, so special. No fear was ever present in the minds of his victims. Everyone of them felt nothing but safe in there final moments. That is where everything falls apart. Without a soul, there is no caring. No moral compass.
The Big Bad Spike was all just a facaud. He never wanted to kill anyone. Especially not those Slayers. But he had no choice. There was an unidentifiable force that took over. He defined his battles as dances. He dances with the Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion. That dance ended with her blood on his hands. He had the utmost respect for her. She had faught with such grace. The next Slayer he killed was in a Subway in New York City. Nikki Wood. She was a mother. He had faught the force that was driving hime, to allow her the peace of mind of knowing her son was safe. But again, it all ended in her last breath at his hands.
Now, here is Sunnydale, he has met his third Slayer. Finally his driving force has stopped taking over. Instead, he was met with an oasis of serenity. No more was he taken over by the overwhelming need to kill. The only thing he craved now was to be in her presents. He knew he still needed blood to stay strong. But he would never again have to take away the life of an innocent. He had found his destiny.