Catching up: When Faith was barely able to move, the demon laid her down on the hard concrete floor of the deserted road. "Pass a message to the other for me?" She smiled, petting the slayer's hair. "Who?" Faith gasped a breath. "Buffy, the other slayer." She cocked her head to the side, eyes twinkling madly. "Tell her… Tell her to tell the devil I say hey." Lips curling into a cruel smile "Faith?" He Angel said worriedly, sitting her up and leaning her against him. "What happened, Faith?"

A/N: This chapter may be just as confusing as the last – if not more so. But it'll get better soon. I promise.

Truth Be Told.

"Oh god," Buffy covered her mouth with her hand when the devil had finally released her from his hold. "Oh god," The devil was Spike. How could that be? She had seen them both in the same room at the same time. And yet, this devil was Spike! His lips felt the same upon hers. His touch gave her the same flaming burst of passion and love that Spike had always given her. No… This was wrong. Something was wrong.

"Come on now love," Spike's voice came from the devils mouth. Were the two realities merging together? Or had she lost her mind?

"Get away from me." She slapped Spike's hands away roughly, and he looked at her, hurt twisting his features. The scoobies had formed a tight semi circle around the two, holding hands and whispering. "Don't touch me." She looked at him with that disgust that he'd come to hate, that look that had always made him hate himself, for being himself, when he couldn't be enough for her. There it was again. Had this whole thing been a lie? Was he the one in hell? Brought back to her to be tortured some more? No, those days of pure pleasure of being in her arms, that had been real. So real.

"Buffy," he grabbed her shoulders roughly. "Listen to me." He demanded, not knowing if she could hear him.

"Spike!" She screamed again, throwing her head back. He knew his slayer needed him. He just couldn't find away to save her. He groaned and leaned his head against her shoulder, pulling it back quickly when she didn't try to pull away.

"I've got a little friend who wants to meet you slayer. And my friend isn't very happy with you." The devil sneered at her, finally enjoying himself. He dragged her out into the main chamber and threw her on the ground.

"There she is," a seductive female voice sounded. "This girl doesn't deserve this." She mused, drawing lines on Buffy with the tip of her knife. The succubus took Buffy's chin unsympathetically in her hand and snapped her head up to look at her. "The way she hurt my morsel," she tsked. "She deserved much more." With the knife still in her hand, she rose her palm and struck out against Buffy's cheek. The blonde screamed in agony and felt the blood rushing to the newly bruised flesh and trickling down her cheek. "She's only getting in my way."

The devil laughed and grabbing Buffy by the back of her shirt, threw her again. She hit the wall painfully and gagged from how the shirt had strangled her. "So what to do with her?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

Spike snarled and looked at Willow. "Again, the spell, do it again." He looked back at his love and wiped the tears compulsively away from her eyes. He waited as Willow began to mutter her incantation and then everything turned red around him. Electric shocks ran through his body terrifying him. He wanted to rip his hands away from Buffy, for fear that he would harm her (either from the electricity flowing through him, or his spasming muscled on her shoulders) but was afraid he would lose her. He through his head back, teeth smashing together as he screamed out in agony.

Finally he was holding Buffy, visible to her, in hell. She grabbed his hands and sobbed hard, pulling herself close to him, crushing their bodies together in her terror.

"Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear." She succubus shook her head in dismay. "What's this?" She looked Spike over, noticing immediately the human face he wore. "You didn't like my little magic?" She mocked a pout. "Well William, we'll see about that. I need you." She smiled then, and pulled him away forcefully from Buffy, crushing her lips to his and sucking again to find his humanity. "There," she said satisfied. "Good luck finding poor William now demon." She eyed him evilly.

"You!" Buffy screamed getting to her feet. "You're the succubus who hurt Faith!"

"We catch on quickly." The succubus laughed.

"Buffy!" William shouted from behind the succubus. She cursed silently to the ceiling of the cave, how hadn't she gotten rid of him already? "You have got to destroy her Buffy! She will start an apocalypse!" William floated forward and stood behind the girl. "She must have the demon, if she doesn't have him then she cannot go through with her plan." He said the words as he realized them. Why else would she want his demon and human separated?

"Got it," Buffy said kicking her hard in the face. "William, I'm gonna need a little more than that." Spike was on top of the succubus before she could recover. Clawing and punching and biting her.

"I don't know how to kill her!" He groaned.

Before they could do anything though, they were back in the living room. Mostly. The cuts that Buffy had received were like old scars, barely there. Spike seemed to be himself, both the demon and human residing in the body. Only half there though. He was lying on the floor, eyes shut, motionless except for the constant twitch in his hand.

"Spike," Buffy dropped beside him and he groaned and moved his hand slightly toward her before the effort became too tiring.

Giles knelt beside him. "Let's get him upstairs." He helped Buffy carry the vampire awkwardly up to her room where she lay him on the bed. "What happened to him?" He asked, running a finger over the swollen purple veins sticking out around Spike's mouth and down his neck. "What are these?"

"The succubus was there." Buffy whimpered. "She separated their entities again." With a shaking hand, she stroked Spike's hair, and he leaned slightly into her touch. "Help Faith. I'll stay with him."

Giles put his hand on her knee, squeezed gently once, and then left the room to obey his slayer.

She grabbed the tweezers out of the drawer in her bedside table, and used them to savagely slit her wrist. Wincing at the pain it brought on, she pressed the bleeding flesh to Spike's lips and let the blood flow into his mouth. He didn't respond in the slightest.

Hoping that her slayer blood would give him strength, she waited until her head began to spin to stop the bleeding. Wrapping an old shirt around it, she went back to stroking his hair. Though this time, there was no pressing into her hand. He just lay still.

"I love you," She whispered, a tear leaking down her face. "Don't leave me."