Buffy watched as her blood was drained from her body. The vampire cut his wrist offering into to her. She tried to resist but she was unable, the temptation was too great and he was far too strong. Buffy tasted the coppery tang of his blood as it slid down her throat. 'So this is what it feels like,' Buffy thought, 'this is how it feels to become a vampire. It is a profound experience,' she thought thinking of Spike's words, 'one that profoundly sucks.'

Buffy watched as everything slowly began to blur and turn black. She felt like she was falling into a deep sleep, like sleeping beauty but this was no fairytale. This was her worst nightmare.

The vampire watched as Buffy's limp body slumped into his arms and he carried her off into the night.

"Where's Buffy?" Dawn asked. She was sitting with Spike in her and Buffy's apartment. Andrew was sleeping on the couch snoring peacefully.

"I don't know niblet but I wouldn't worry she'll be back soon," Spike told her, "She can take care of herself."

"I guess you're right. I'm going to go to bed. I' kinda tired besides I have school tomorrow," Dawn said with a yawn, "Spike, I'm really glad you're back. I missed you." Dawn gave him a hug.

"I missed you too, pet," Spike said as he watched her go into her room. When he had come to see Buffy he wasn't sure how she would receive him but she did with open arms.

He hadn't told her he loved her. It wasn't time yet. They were just getting to know each other all over again and she was just getting use to the fact that Spike was alive. Not to mention the ordeal with the Immortal. He had turned out to be evil and Buffy had to kill him. She hadn't loved him she admitted that but she had cared and did fell betrayed. So Spike figured she needed sometime to heal.

The vampire carried Buffy's body to a nearby cemetery and buried it in a secluded spot surrounded by trees. He would come back for her tomorrow night when she had risen.

The next morning Spike woke up on the couch. He had fallen asleep. He looked around to find Buffy but she wasn't there. She never came home. Spike began to get worried and quickly picked up the telephone, dialing Willow's number. Buffy wouldn't stay out all night; it's not like her he thought as he listened to the telephone ring.

Willow picked up, "Hello?" She yawned, obviously still sleepy.

"Willow, it's me."

"Spike?"

"We have a problem."

"Okay, calm down."

"Buffy never came home last night."

"Maybe she got tied up, a little demon trouble."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

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