by Trish
Spike sat in his crypt completely surrounded by dozens of crumpled up balls
of paper, trying to figure out where he kept going wrong. Afterall, he was
being honest with her, and that should count for at least something!
Dearest Buffy,
For four years, you have been my first thought when I wake up in the evening
and the last thing I think of when I go to sleep in the morning. I admit
that for the beginning of those years all I wanted to do was bathe in your
blood, but now I would do anything to keep your from bleeding to begin with,
and I have proven that time and again. Now, I know what you're thinking, and
you're right, I don't have a soul, and I don't regret any of the things that
I have done, but even without a soul I can still love more strongly than most
people with souls can. All I ask is that you give me a chance, luv, and let
me show you how deeply I can love you if you'll let me, because if not, then
I will bathe in your blood, you stupid soddin' bitch! You're lucky that I
would even want to be with you after you let the poof and Captain Cardboard
have a go at it, so it should be you, beggin' me for a chance...
End
