Spike turned over and rolled off, falling a short distance and hitting the floor with a thud. If it wasn't for the numbness that covered his body, it would have really hurt. Where was he again?
Carefully, painfully he cracked his eyes. The sun was so bright it hurt. Oh no. The sun!??! Ofcourse it would hurt! He must be burning to bits by now. He looked down at his body. This was it. The end. Now all he had left was a few moments of waiting.
Just a few... waiting.
Waiting...
..all right what was this? Where were the flames? The smoke? Couldn't he just die already?
He turned his face up to the sun, shading his eyes with his hand. Haha ha. That wasn't the sun at all! It was a light! Spike laughed, the small movement sparking a fire of pain in his chest. Damn that hurt. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth against the pain. There was a brush of warm skin to his arm, and immediatly he remembered what had happened and where he was.
He called out to her, but Buffy shushed him with gentle sounds. Spike felt himself lifted, and moved, placed onto soft cool leather. He open one eye to find himself face to face with a young girl, blue eyes wide with worry, brown hair, pretty little thing.
Both eyes flutter open with surprise. Who was this? She put a finger to his lip. "Shh. S'alirght Spike. Buf's right there." The girl turned her head to look up at her sister, and Spike saw the soft flesh of her neck's skin move. It pulsed with blood.
He was hungry and part of him wanted nothing more than to reach out, grab the young flesh and chew it, scratch it, savor it and the untainted blood beneath it. But a stronger part of him told him he knew this girl, and even though the fever had erased the memory of who she was, his animal instincts were restrained. He followed her gaze to Buffy.