A/N: As promised here your treat: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

1994-1997

"Look, kid," the middle aged English police officer said as he sat across the table from Spike, "this is only a small vandalism charge." Spike was in an interrogation room, his hands free, after his arrest. He had been nailing spikes into the wall of his apartment and his neighbor and landlord had call the cops about this.

"I know you want the freedom to decorate your place as you please, but you live in an apartment. Those spikes went right through the wall and the little girl next door cut her arm. It could have been a lot worst. Those things are dangerous."

Spike leaned back in his hair. He was wearing all black and what he considered to be his signature duster. "I know spikes can be dangerous, just ask the girls I nailed them through." He began to laugh manically.

The officer stood up and reached for his gun. "That's not something to joke about!"

"Who's joking?

The police spent months looking for the girls that Spike had confessed to nailing and murdering. They never found them. He was sentenced to an institution in England where he spent the next three years. Halfway through his rehabilitation Spike had a break through. He sat in his cell and cried.

"William," the kind doctor who treated him said, "Are you read to tell us where the girls are." The doctor must had thought Spike was crying because of regret.

Spike looked up. His stay at the institution had left him looking horribly. His bleached hair had grown out and there was not an inch of black clothing covering him. "There are no bloody girls," Spike said. It made sense. Spike had thought he had nailed the girls to his own wall. He never said he disposed of any bodies. He said they were still there. There were no girls because he had just made them up in his mind.

Spike walked into the common room. A skinny woman with long black hair sat on one of the couches. She was staring at the ceiling. "I'm naming all the star," she said as Spike sat down next to her.

"You can't see the stars, Luv," Spike pointed out, "That's the ceiling. Also, it's day."

"I can see them," she insisted, "But I've named them all the same thing, and there's terrible confusion."

Spike had already returned from his psychotic episode and the loonies he was stuck with were really starting to get to him. He smashed his head into his palm and waited out the days until he would be released.

Spike fell in love with the crazy girl in the asylum. The way she saw things was so surreal to him. It was as if she was hyper sane instead of insane. Her name was Drusilla and when Spike was realized he was in love with her he decided he would wait for her. His wait ended shortly when he agreed to take care of her and she was released into his custody half a year later.

Spike never knew why she was put in the asylum but he knew she had been there for many more years than he was. He could tell she was a few card short of a deck but that didn't matter because they were madly in love.

Drusilla took to calling him Spike, as if she knew what he had thought he done despite him never telling her. At first he hated the nickname, it tugged as his heart every time she spoke it, but soon it grew on him. She helped him learn to stop caring about all his regrets and to just move on and start over his new life with her. They were in love and he knew if anything ever happened to her he wouldn't be able to go on.

He waited for her, in England, and when she was released he decided to take her to America to leave their pasts behind. There was nothing for them there, anyway, neither had any family. The only thing England had for them was sad memories that neither wanted to keep.

A/N: Okay, so I know I'm horrible as flashbacks but I really wanted to included Spikes past. This is my last flashback piece so from now on it'll be chronological. Anyway, Review Time (please!)