A/N: This is supposed to be after Spike bites Andrew in season seven. I can't actually remember the name of the episode it happen in though. I know it's somewhere between Conversations With Dead People and Storyteller, but that doesn't really narrow down the list of episodes it could be from, now does it?

A/N: As some of my more dedicated readers know, what I listen to normally puts me in a certain mood which almost always reflects in my writing. If I wanna write something sad, I listen to Evanescence. For this though, I tried to get it as depressing and angst-filled as possible. Did it work? Can someone suggest some good bands for me to listen to? I would appreciate it.

'And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave 'cause your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone.' - Evanescence, My Immortal

Marks

Andrew squirmed, pulling at the ropes that bound him to the hard, wooden chair that was his new prison. There was really no way out of this; he was stuck in the Slayer's house, tied down to a chair and if he wasn't careful, she might sick her pet vampire on him. His efforts doubled at the thought of the vampire taking another bite out of him for a snack. At least Anya and Dawn had left him alone for some privacy for a moment, Xander following after them so he wouldn't get hit again for a while.

"Oh, will you stop struggling already? It's embarrassing to watch. The Slayer has you in her clutches now anyway. You failed. You should just give up and die."

Andrew had froze at the sound of Jonathan's- no, the First's, he corrected himself- voice. It moved to stand in front of him, still in Jonathan's form. It leaned in to get a better look at the spot on his neck that was recently bandaged.

"He really left a mark, huh?" It's tone was mocking. The First smirked- a look that seemed unfitting on Jonathan's face, but seemed more in place as it shifted to Warren's form. "But then again-" The smirk grew causing a feeling of dread to enter Andrew's stomach. "you never really cared when I left marks." It stepped back from Andrew and began to pace. "You always wanted me to mark you, to claim you. You wanted to belong to someone, to know that for once in you're pathetic life, you were actually wanted. I bet you would let anyone fuck you if it made you feel wanted. Spike, Xander, Jonathan, Tucker even! As long as they'd leave a mark, you'd let them use you just so you can feel special. You'd let them use you." It stopped pacing and got right up in Andrew's face, his voice deadly. "Use you just like I did."

Andrew briefly wondered if Jonathan had felt this bad, this much pain years before when he had tried to kill himself. He had always knew deep down that Warren had been using him, sleeping with him to get what he wanted. He was never strong enough to admit it though. And never would be.

"You're not him."

His voice was stronger then it had been his whole life, a fact for which he was thankful for.

"No-" It backed away a bit, never losing eye contact. "he wouldn't even bother talking to you if he could see you right now. Enjoy the marks you have now because soon you'll be like Jonathan and won't have a need for them."

It left him then, leaving him to daydream of what might of happened if he had just stayed in Mexico with Jonathan.

A/N: This didn't quite come out like I had expected.