A/N: Enjoy this, oh, and the ending might scare you and not be suitable for..well, anyone who is not weird.....Just warning you...

Booth's POV.....................

I sat in my room, alone, and looked at my arms. They were burnt and healing at the same time. I sighed as the past events mocked my mind.

"Angel, it's not like she didn't want it! If you were so busy going off on your own and ignoring her, she wouldn't have gone to me!"

Spike was right. I have been ignoring her and I have to stop blaming myself and sitting in the dark alone. Everytime I was hitting a rough patch, Bones was there for me. I should be there for her too.

I stood up, determined to see my partner, even though she's locked in a cage or possibly still in her bad stage. I went to her room, got her some clothes, in case she was cold. I was invited in her room once so that made it easier to just walk in.

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Spike's POV.....................

I hurt her...again! If Angel wasn't Angel, I would've taken his words without shame. But he was slightly right. Only slightly.

But it's not like she never hurt me! She's hurt me more than Dru has! And that's saying something! Sometimes I want to lock Buffy up in a box with me and we'll deal with everything-- Even if it means we beat eachother up.

We'll bitch at eachother; Fight; Cry; Cuddle; and Bitch some more. Oh, Bullocks! Now that sounds something she and Angel have been through! UGH!

No, no, no! I have to talk to her now. I have to fix it! I can do it! I know that we can be something for sure if I don't screw this up!

I went to Buffy's room and knocked. She wasn't there, so I went to Red's room. She came out, looking beat as ever. Her red hair was all messed up and her pajamas are wrinkled. My guess was that she was tired from the spell she performed on Brennan. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"What do you want, Spike?" She yawned again.

"Willow, I need to talk to Buffy, do you--" I looked over her shoulder and saw Buffy cuddled up in Willow's bed. My eye twitched a bit. Woah. Now that's something I didn't expect.

Willow turned to my direction and turned back to me and frowned. "It's not what you think. She didn't want to be alone tonight. She fell asleep. What do you want from her now? More lame excuses for what you did to her?"

I opened my mouth and closed it. I stared at her and then said, "Can I just...Let me talk to her."

"She's sleeping. Wait until the morning...UNDER THE SUN." She then closed the door, almost hitting my nose. I growled. The hell will I wait until the morning!

I banged on her door five times and this time, Buffy came out, looking pissed and tired.

"Go. Away." She glared at me and almost closed the door, but I stopped it.

"I need to talk to you."

"No. I don't think you need to talk. You just need another pummling! And believe me, I'll do far worst than what Angel did." She clenched her teeth while talking.

"Buffy, I came to say I'm sorry..."

"Oh, now you say you're sorry!" She dropped her arms to her sides in frustration.

I thought about it for a while. "Wait...No! I'm not sorry--"

She stared at me with that look on her face when she wants to say, "Are you serious?!" Instead of going back inside, she closed the door and walked away. I followed her as she powerwalked downstairs.

"You always want an apology! You know what you are? You're an infuriating, selfish, BRAT!" I explained as she stormed off. She finally stopped at the main center of the building where she and Brennan fought.

"I'M infuriating?! You always want what you can't have! And when it's there for the taking, you always screw it up!" She yelled at me.

"Well, if you weren't so bleeding complicating I wouldn't screw it up!"

"So, you want to fix things with me and yet you're blaming it all on me?!"

"No..." I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Look...I AM sorry that I keep hurting you, but it's not like you don't hurt me!"

"That's different--" She tried to counter, but I wouldn't have any of it.

"You used me, Buffy. Even after I told you I loved you. We weren't technically...in a relationship, but I felt that you and I had a connection. That's when I didn't have a soul and that's all that I needed."

"Your point is?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest.

I stopped. In reality, I forgot where I was going with that. "Do I really need a point!? You hurt me more than I do to you!" I tried, but she just sighed and walked towards me.

"I said I loved you. You didn't believe me. You became human. You didn't come for me. You had your chance and I was going to give it to you, but you chose her. If you really love me, you could've said no. But you didn't. You're not any different than when you didn't have a soul and you just proved it."

She passed by me and went back upstairs. I didn't even realize the audience of Potentials we attracted until I watched her get away from me...AGAIN. And I felt like I could take anyone in a fight because I was wanted to be reckless.

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Booth's POV...................

I was walking downstairs when I saw a whole bunch of Potentials crowding around and Buffy running upstairs. And in the center of it all, Spike was standing, alone and frowning. I still wanted to give him another hit, but what good would that do? Sure, myself as Booth wouldn't do that because I have gotten used to keeping my emotions in when Bones dated other men, but as Angel, I felt that she was mine and Spike was taking another love of mine away from me.

I walked towards the basement entrance and I noticed that the Potentials remained in their positions and Spike turned his head to look at me.

I grimaced as he spoke to me. "Came back for another fight?! Good! 'Cause I'm ready for this one!" He put his fists up and got ready to fight.

I stopped and stared at him. The demon inside me told me to fight. Angel was telling me to fight. But Booth was reminding me of Bones.

I shook my head at my grandchilde. "You're screwed up, Spike. I don't need to show you how much you are. Right now, I just need Bones." And I walked away.

I remember back when I left after chaining up Bones, I heard Giles tell Willow, "Get the paralyzing spell!"

Then, from a distance as I was walking upstairs, I could hear Willow yelling in Latin and Bones screaming and chains clanking and people running towards the commotion. I couldn't bare it, so I ran up to my room. Hiding. Brooding. Like a fool.

I walked in to find Bones, staring into space, sitting on the cold floor and leaning against the bars. I probably shouldn't have gone into the cage, but she was paralyzed. She couldn't move because of the spell Willow put on her to calm her down. Plus, she was chained.

Her white legs were laying on the floor, revealing goosebumps. So, I put her jeans on. I tried hard not to remember that I am dressing her up. Then I put a warm blanket over her and sat beside her. I put an arm over her and put her head on my chest.

I took her hand in my cold, dead ones and caressed it. I wanted so bad to tell her how angry I am, but I couldn't let her know my feelings towards her. Maybe she aready knew just when I was hitting Spike. Or maybe she thought that I was hitting him because he hurt Buffy.

Instead, I caressed her hand and told her that I was going to be there for her.

"I'm sorry, Bones. I know that I've been ignoring you and I know that there's no good excuse for it. I promise that I'll be here for you. I'll find a way to get you out of this. I will."

I will.

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Brennan's POV......................

The red-headed woman, Willow, put a spell on me after this....thing took over me. I never wanted to do anything that would make anyone get hurt. I thought it was disgusting how it was making me seduce Spike. It was talking to him. Telling him lies and things I would most likely never say. For one, I had no idea what it was talking about! IT. Telos. The horrible thing and voice controlling me.

It was gone now. I don't know how and I don't know when or where to. I think it left after I was paralyzed and sat down on the floor.

Oh, it's so cold! The floor was cold. The room was cold. And the chains were biting away at my skin. I so deseperately needed a blanket or something to cover my half-naked body!

Why won't Booth come? I almost wept. After everything we've been through, he hasn't come and visited and I sat alone in the dark, cold room.

I remembered the last events of the day. I remember seeing Booth, angry. I haven't seen him angrier since he thought I thought he was a loser....does that make sense? Ugh. I need to be back home! Back to the Jeffersonian where everything made sense to me!

I wanted to fight Telos so bad. I was yelling inwardly, only making it angry and hotter. I finally realized that I was giving it fuel when it was fighting Buffy in the center room. I had to stop it, but I'm so weak. Finally, Booth came and stopped it....along with others.

Right in the middle of thinking of my escape, Booth walks in with clothing and a blanket in his arms.

Booth! Help me! Booth! Booth! Please, you have to listen to me! Please! Booottthhh!!!!!

I screamed, but nothing came out. Instead of him running to me, he stared at me. He looked like he was in pain by just looking at me. He then opened the cage door and walked in towards me. I saw him look at my legs and I was subconciously slapping him, but then I saw him take out my pair of jeans and put them on me.

His hands were as cold as the floor and the bars, but they were...comforting. Then his hands went up to my waist and I wanted to kiss him, but I still coudn't move. Then he grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it down over my head. Amazingly, he wasn't paying attention to my breasts....or at least he was trying to not look at them. Always the gentleman.

Then he put a blanket over me and wrapped an arm around me. He sat next to me and rubbed circles over my hand. My head fell on his chest and I could smell his cologne. God, it smelled so good! I looked at his burnt arms and wanted to apologize so much!

Then I heard his soothing, deep voice. "I'm sorry, Bones. I know that I've been ignoring you and I know that there's no good excuse for it. I promise that I'll be here for you. I'll find a way to get you out of this. I will."

NOW I wanted to cry. I could feel the tears well up and one silently fell down my cheek. I couldn't really feel it on my cheek, but I could imagine it.

He has finally gotten his senses through!!!! Little by little I could sense Booth coming back to me.

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Random Red Robed Man's Point Of View........(Somewhere in a vacant building in L.A.)

All of the other fellow Minions, all dressed in red robes stood around, waiting for instructions of Telos, our evil god.

Lately, we have been ordered around by the main Minion, who we call, Sir. He was told that he would be a temporary host when he needed to instruct us.

Alongside Sir, a vampiress watched our moves. We are indeed humans of free will and no memory of past life and she keeps us in line, thinking that we might run off.

She is quite peculiar and...insane. Her beautiful black hair frames her face and her dark clothing and old styled dresses make her seem childish.

Drusilla is her name. She often cowars in her room and plays with dolls or talks to a minion that gets on her nerves before torturing them....for fun.

She danced around Sir and when Sir wouldn't move, she'd pout, then growl at him.

"Grrrr--arrf! Come dance with me!" She whined.

Sir would just stand and shake his head slowly. She gave him a dirty look and said, "Spike woulda danced with me..." Then she broke into a smile and started petting her cheek and purring. "My Spike would dance with me in the stars...and then we'd hear the screaming of the earth....Ooohh, the screaming! How lovely it sang to me!"

She swung her hips and laughed childishly. "And the blood will flow in my lover's lips and in mine! He'd giggle and kiss me-- Oh, the flowers would wither and die...like Grandmummy..." She grew somber and grabbed me out of the way. "We had a party, we did. Daddy was nice to us and gave us lots of presents....then he scarred us...The fire was everywhere." I had no idea what she was talking about, but she started shivering in fear.

"And Grandmummy gave me a brother...baby Connor...Naughty Connor. Had Grandmummy cast back into the fires of the under lands....Daddy wasn't there anymore. Daddy left me again and I was an orphan. I looked for my Spike. Grrrr. She poisened his beautiful mind. My, poor, baby was sick. Sick with love...for a Slayer.

I am alone. Where's Grandmummy? In the dark. Where's Daddy? Being mean and not giving us presents. Where's my William?....Oh, my sssssweeet. Lost in between the mind and heart! And where am I?...."

I was fairly sure she meant people were the "presents". Suddenly, she stopped and her eyes grew big. Like someone with bi-polar, she fell in a fit of giggles and swung her head to the sides. "The air whispers to me....Psst. Psst. Psst." She looked at us and said, "The kitty-cat is scratching the door, but the doggie barks inside..."

Then, Sir gasped and fell back. When he stood up, we could see his face. His eyes were black and he took a deep breath.

Drusilla bounced up and down on her heals and sang, "Dog-gie bro-ke a va-se!"

Telos finally took over Sir's form and spoke with a raspy, evil voice. We all bowed down and he turned to Drusilla who was looking at him and grinning like a kid on Christmas.

"All in order?" It spoke.

She nodded and grinned. "Can I have my present now, Doggie?"

"All in good time, Drusilla."

She growled. "But I want my bone."

"You'll get her when the portal to the new HellMouth is open."

She began to pout. "Daddy wants my bone. I want it before he takes it."

Annoyed, Telos looked at her and enclosed his hand over her neck, "Drusilla, you want your family back, don't you?...Okay then...Sit down and shut up! I do not need you whining in my ear! I promise I will get you your Darla, Angelus, and Spike back."

Drusilla giggled as he let go. "Bad Doggie. Forgetting I let you out of your cage? Hmm?" She slid her finger over her other finger to give the "shame on you" sign.

Telos tipped her chin with his index finger and smiled crudely. "I'll give you a chew toy. But no Bones. Not yet."

He then grabbed me from the crowd and handed me to her. She inspected me all over and dragged me to my room. I shouted, "No! No!" But no one would listen.

Suddenly, I was facing dolls as she dropped me on her bed. They were all sitting in a row and their mouths were gagged. She picked up a doll and said, "This here is Miss Edith. She was a good little girl, but," She then picked up another doll, "Miss Fiona was not."

Then she started talking to them. "See, Miss Fiona? If you were good like Miss Edith, you could've watched... There will be no tea for you tonight." She turned to me, her face in vamp mode and then gagged me and tied me up on her bed.

She shushed me and caressed my cheek with her black nails. Quickly, she drove her nails into my chest. I screamed, but the gag muffled it. It burned so much and blood was all over the place.

"You have a big heart. I want to hug it and give it to someone who doesn't get to have one." I screamed as I felt her cut through some nerves. She shushed me and said, "Now, now. You shouldn't be selfish. I would be grateful if you donated it to me."

I was starting to feel everything ache. I was in agonizing pain and then I felt her slowly pull my heart out for me to see it. It was still connected to me and I could see it pounding. I could literally feel the tears in my eyes and I prayed to pass out and die already.

I screamed and screamed, but she only giggled. "Oh," She moaned, "Children should never see this. Rated R movies are bad for you, mummy always said." She whispered and then, the next thing I knew, she drove her two nails into my eyes. And then.............--------------

A/N: O-kay then. This was very gorey, maybe not what Drusilla would be like, but if you liked her, raise up your hands and give me a daisy. Meaning, REVIEW!!! Please. Oh, and in case you didn't notice, the random dude died, that's why I cut it off.