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Chapter one: Wake

It had been a long day with Buffy. "Just get some sleep." The slayer suggested. Spike's eyes widened, but he tried to hide his fear from her and laid down on his bed. His eyes lids closed and within seconds he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

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A young lady sat at a table, sipping tea. "You're late." Her voice came out in chimes.

"Yeah, well, I really would rather not be here."

"Come now, you don't want to upset me, now do you?" Spike didn't reply, of course he did, but he had learned last time that upsetting whatever this was wasn't a very good idea.

"Why don't you go and fetch me something to eat?" Spike went into the kitchen and made some toast, just as he started buttering it he realized that he was acting like a little puppy, doing whatever she said.

"Bugger this." He was not going to be someone's slave. He wandered back into the room.

"William, where's my toast?"

"Get your own sodding toast." Defiance flickered in his eyes. At least it was fun to see her bewildered expression.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, I'm not your lapdog, get it yourself." The girl's eyes narrowed.

"You're going to wish that you hadn't said that.!" Her eyes turned black and Spike felt a sharp pain in his chest, his skin began to melt as his fingers turned to ash, it was as if he was burning from the inside.

His eyes shot opened and he gasped. Buffy, who had been sitting at the edge of his bed, jumped back. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"What are you still doing here?" Spike asked her, his skin still burning.

"Buffy huffed, "I was just… making sure that nothing bad happens." That was a poor excuse. "What's wrong with you?" She questioned, noticing that he was a bit shaken up.

"Fine, thanks." He sighed, not noticing that that was not an answer to the question that she had asked. Then he looked over and saw the girl from his nightmare standing right next to Buffy.

"Y-you can't be here, you're not real."

"What do you mean, I'm not real?" Buffy asked in confusion, unable to see the figure that stood next to her.

"I'm as real as you, William." She said, walking towards Spike. He moved back, pressing himself as close to his bed frame as possible, never letting his eyes leave her green ones.

"Spike, is something wrong?" The confused slayer asked.

"Leave me alone!" He growled, running from the girl, Buffy followed him.

"Hold on!" She said, tugging on his arm.

"No, no, I can't let her catch me…" The girl appeared right in front of him, trapping him in the bedroom. Spike took a few steps back.

"Who'll catch you?"

"Yeah, William, who? You don't even know my name."

"I don't want to know your sodding name, just leave me alone!"

"It's Sarrah, or at least that's what Angelus used to call me."

"Angelus? He put you up to this."

"Angel?" Buffy asked. "What does he have to do with this."

"Not really, mostly I was just bored of reliving what he did as Angelus over and over again, although it was quite pleasant."

"So, you're just going to torture me until you get bored, is that it."

"Of course not, that wouldn't be any fun. I'd like to see you torture yourself."

"Sp-" Buffy started before being cut off.

"Sh." He told her. "And why would I do that?"

"That's what I'd like to know, falling in love with a slayer, getting a soul…"

"Hey, I don't think that falling in love with Buffy counts as torturing myself. Well, maybe…"

"See, but you have such a boring life here. 'Buffy, I love you.' 'Oh, Spike, I don't love you, but I want to feel, so I'll use you.'"

"Spike, is something here?"

"Why can't she see you?" The blond vampire asked.

"I would say because I'm not real, but that would be lying. I find it entertaining to watch you look like a fool in front of your beloved slayer. Spike turned to Buffy, she had a look of complete puzzlement stapled to her face.

"Buffy, there's a girl here, you can't see her, but she's been haunting me in my nightmares, somehow she made it into the real world."

"Silly Willy, I've always been able to enter the real world, I've just been hanging out in a different time period. One where you were more fun." She smirked. "I wonder what would happen if we took away that soul of yours?"

"Don't."

"It's a pity that I can't take away Angelus's soul because he was cursed with it, but yours, I can feel it, I can take it."

"You can't."

"Oh, but I can, and I will!" Sarrah grinned wickedly.

"What's going on?" The blond slayer asked, she knew that she was being kept in the dark with something.

"Get out of here!" Spike knew that as a demon he had fought for his soul, but Sarrah was bound to pull some other sort of whammy on him. Sarrah began chanting and Spike lifted into the air, his eyes turned an odd reddish-blue color. He screamed in agony as his soul was ripped from his body. He was flung back onto the ground.

Spike looked up in confusion. "Where the bloody hell am I?" He asked.

"Are you alright?" Buffy asked. Why was this human talking to him? He felt power surge off of her.

"Slayer." He hissed, wait a second, why was she asking him if he was okay?

"Yes?" Buffy was just as confused as ever. "Why so venomous?" He got up, his hair a brownish blond instead of bleached.

"Why wouldn't I be 'venomous?'" He questioned. "I plan to kill slayers."

"Um, I know that you killed two slayers, but you don't do that anymore." She then noticed the difference in his hair color. "Spike, what happened? Is the girl still here?"

"Spike?" The vampire asked in confusion, "My name's William The Bloody." He disregarded the whole 'killed two slayer thing' out of confusion. Buffy's mouth fell wide open.

Hey, so what'd you think? Any good? There will be more chapters to come, but I have to update my other story first. Please review in the meantime, thanks! :D

~~Gethernia~~