Disclaimer-I know that I do not own Buffy, her world, or anything in it. Those all belong to the genius know as Joss Whedon. You would know if I owned it because Tara would still be living. ;)
Turn Around
Prologue- Remember
Thank goodness he didn't live in the high school basement anymore. That place was making him even crazier then he already was. Ever since he had confessed to Buffy, in the church, what he had done while he was away; that he had won back his soul, things had been strained between the two of them, at best.
Living in Xander's apartment didn't help matters any either, he thought as he rolled over on the tiny mattress. He had thought that everything would be magically better now. That it would make him better, as close to a man as he could be. Buffy seemed to have forgiven him for the indiscretion that sent him soul searching in the first place. He doubted that she would ever be able to truly forget it though. He knew that he never would. Memories of what he had tried to do…no…what he did to her plagued his every thought and dream.
At that very moment in time, he wished something that he had never wished for before. He wished that he could have been his former self or at least human. Maybe someone like William would have had a better chance with a woman like Buffy then Spike would.
He glanced at the clock, groaned upon seeing the hour and rolled back over. Determined to go back to sleep.
Far away on the other side of the world was a creature in a cave with glowing eyes who was most definitely not sleeping. With a low voice he spoke as he turned over a rather ominous looking hour glass.
"Wish granted William Pratt…
Wish granted."