Shaking with anger, Spike sat down heavily on his couch, and rested his head in his hands. Why couldn't she understand? All he wanted was to be close to her. Feel like he could help her in some way. Be a part of her life. Know that he was worth something in her eyes. He'd never felt this way before. Not with Drusilla, certainly not with Harmony. This was the real thing. Pure and true and painful as hell. She was the one that made him feel alive, and she clearly wished that he was dead. And there was nothing he could do about it.
Or was there?
There must be another way to show her, a way to make her feel what he felt. He wanted her to feel it. Even if she didn't return his feelings, he wanted to leave her without a doubt that his love for her was as real as any demon she had ever faced.
He stood up suddenly, a sense of determination filling him. He opened the cupboard where he kept his secret shrine to her, and grabbed his favourite picture of her, her smile radiant, her eyes bright and her hair fanned around her like a halo.
"I'll show you that I mean every word, love," he kissed the photo and put it in his pocket, then slammed the cupboard door. He snatched up his leather jacket, left the crypt and got into his car. He turned the radio up and slammed his foot down. It was going to be a long drive. Last he'd heard of the woman he was looking for, she was in LA...