It was a cold night. The shadow of a creature slid a long the wall of the dimly lit alley. " Spike" it called out. Then it waited…

Spike was restless. There was 6 hours of daylight left and Passions wasn't on.

"Bloody American television. Never anything on!" Spike grumbled. Spike needed something to do so he went to his computer and opened up his journal. Willow had taught him how to do this whilst Buffy was dead. He was so messed up then that she thought it might help if he recorded his feelings. He looked through his earlier ramblings about Buffy and how she made him feel. Soppy trash he thought. Might as well delete it. He was William the Bloody. Killer of Slayers. Seducer of women. He tortured victims with railway spikes for fun and now he was the slayer's lackey. Forced to follow her and her friends around as they went through their silly little teenage lives. Only that chip stopped him from killing that damn Xander. Strutting around like he owned the place with the all too perky Anya following his every word. Trying to put him, Spike down. If I didn't have this chip I'd… Urggh. There was a knock at the door.

"Spike…" it called to him.

Dawn was really bored. She couldn't go out with her friends cause Buffy had forbidden it after the whole vampire boyfriend thing and she couldn't go see Spike cause it was daylight and he'd be sleep.