1 Prologue

There she goes, just walkin away from me. Like she doesn't even care, again. I can't bloody tell anymore. I used to be so sure, she loved me somewhere in her 'eart. But now, I think I ruined it. By ruining the whelp and the demon, I killed everything. I'm just another soulless bloody demon out to get 'em. Out to destroy em….

And so he watched her walk away, his heart in his eyes, and a snide remark on his lips, "bloody Xander buggerin it all up. I wish-"

"Don't." the blonde that stood forgotten behind him said, "just don't."

A quick glance passed between the two, before they began to walk away from each other. Spike back towards his piece of shit crypt well it wasn't a piece of shit, until 'er and soldier boy got at it, and Anya back into the magic box, trying to clean up what was left of their healing process.

The mess can't be cleaned up, it's too much. We all made too many stupid mistakes. Not caring was so much easier, I don't understand why it has to hurt so much. I can't clean up either mess. The literal or the metaphorical, I just want to curl up and cry. But it has to be alone, tonight has shown me, it has to be alone.

Anya stared blankly at the mess by the table, wondering where did they go from here?