"Oh come on Giles. That was fun and you know it." Spike commented. "You loved hitting that guy with that bar."

Giles looked at him sternly. "What if they followed us home?"

"They don't have the brain power to think of something that smart Giles. Plus if they did come after us, you have the Big Bad here." Spike said as he smiled. "Buggers like that don't have a chance against us."

Giles was tired of all of this and walked to the door. He opened it and motioned for Spike to leave. Spike noticed this and lit up a cigarette. "Yeah yeah, I'm going."

"Now maybe a-" Giles said to himself as he closed the door behind Spike.

The door swung open again and in walked Spike.

"I thought I just told you to leave?" the former Watcher asked.

Spike just looked at him and gave him an evil grin. Giles developed a sickening feeling in his stomach and backed away. Spike just walked closer towards Giles. He reached the fireplace and stopped. He grinned again and retrieved a battle axe which Giles had hung over the mantle.

"Put that down Spike. What are you doing?" Giles quickly asked.

Spike paid no attention to Giles' questions and walked over to the painting on the far wall. He took one look at it and with a mighty swing of the axe, the painting was gone.

"Stop that!" Giles ordered.

Spike noticed a vase sitting on a shelf. Again, with a swing of the axe it too was shattered and gone.

Giles could do nothing to stop him. He just kept his distance and prayed Spike didn't turn the axe on him because he was now chipless and had the ability to do so.

This rampage of Spike's continued for a few more minutes. The longest minutes Giles had ever experienced. But then, like a guardian angel, Dawn walked in.

"Oh my God Spike. What are you doing?" she asked.

Spike stopped swinging the weapon suddenly and looked Dawn over, then he turned his attention back to Giles and laughed. He dropped the axe and ran for Dawn who gave a slight scream before she was snatched up and carried away. Giles tried but failed to catch up with them. Many questions went through his head as he dropped to his knees. What had Spike done? Why? How could he stop him?

"Buffy...." was the only words that escaped his lips.

The crypt was a mess, as usual. Cobwebs lived in the corners; there were cracks in the ceiling, the walls and of course the floor; and it gave off a sort of depressing feeling. Spike loved it. It was the perfect place for a lair. He was asleep on his bed in the lower floor of his crypt. He yawned as his eyes slowly opened. What they saw was not what he expected. There was Giles, holding a crossbow which was aimed at Spike's heart. Giles was shaking and was noticeably upset.

"Where is she?!" was what he broke the silence with.

"Giles what the hell?!" Spike yelled as he pushed his friend away.

"Tell me where she is or I swear to God I'll-" Giles shouted.

"Where's who? What the bloody hell is going on?" was the reply from Spike.

"DAWN! You took her! Now where is she?"

Spike seemed confused about the subject and Giles noticed this. But he still didn't trust him. This was William the Bloody. One of the Slayer's worst enemies. They were friends but now Spike was without his chip. Maybe he fell back into old habits. Giles mind was on fire with thought.

"You kidnapped Dawn!" he yelled.

"I did not!" Spike cried. "What happened to the niblet?"

Giles broke down and tears fell down his cheeks. "She's gone."