A/N.- Chapter Two of the ENOUGH storyline. There are some spoilers up to episode "As You Were" in Season Six.

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Grieve.

He ran off the street. He wanted to release the anger and the anxiety that were building inside of him. He decided to go to the farthest cemetary in the city in order to warm up for the fight. He wanted to blow off all the steam and hurt something or somebody.

"I'm using you."

He didn't care about that. He had been used by everybody at some point in his life. He had been worthless as a human but he had meen sired to take care of Drusilla. Angelus used him as his errand boy. Darla used him as the humorous relief. Drusilla used him in her own way for her to be comfortable. The only times when he hadn't been used was when he fought. When he lost himself in the fight and was on equal basis with his opponent.

"I can't love you."

That one hurt. He had barely stepped in the graveyard when two vampires leapt at him. Dumb ones, because he had no heartbeat and thus he was not a possible meal. He let out the fury against these two stupid vamps. He didn't even bother with taking out the stake. He was only feeling rage and pain. Those four words were ringing inside his head. Why couldn't she love him? What was so wrong about him? He was a monster but she had loved a monster before. Sure, he had his temper and his personality but it seemed that she was getting along with him. The soul issue, but it wasn't because he didn't have one. It was because she felt that he wasn't capable of loving without one. 'Bloody Angelus couldn't.' He thought as he ripped off one of the vampires arms. 'I do love her.' He began pounding at the other vampire with the arm-now-made-weapon.

"You're beneath me."

Now where did that came from? He thought that was water beneath the bridge. But she had been saying so many hurtful things to him ever since she had met her. Of course, he had threatened to kill her a thousand times before but he never said things to hurt her. Ok, maybe that time with the Ring of Amarra but come on, she had dumped a piano on him! Why was she so cruel to him? Was he so disgusting to her? He kicked the vampire at his feet and then he broke the other vampire's leg. He was really pouring everything to them. They had tried to run and that was why he broke the leg of one and bit off the achillles tendon of the other. He reveled in the violence. It helped him think better. The screams of pain of the two unfortunate vampires helped him focus.

"You're just convenient."

He stopped at that statement. He dropped the arm he was using as a club and pondered about the importance of that phrase. They weren't exactly friends, then why was she allowing him near her? Why did she confide in him? He had sung about it but then it was clearer than ever. Telling her secrets to a dead man was the same to her as saying them to a stuffed animal. So every hope he had that she was warming up to him was worth shit. She had told him because he wouldn't tell anybody. Not like he had any friends. Not even the scoobies. He helped them for the whole summer, but then Buffy came back and it's time to hate Spike again. He growled once again and reached down to kill his prey. He ripped off the head of one vampire and bit off the other one's.

"I never loved you and I never will."

He kneeled as the dust from his kill settled around him. So that was it. She had never even cared about him. The scoobies had once referred to him as a puppy who followed the slayer. So that was what he was to her. A watch dog to take care of her sister but not trustful enough to allow him near her. 'A soddin' dog.' He thought. 'Trained to take care of the nibblet and taunted by the promise of her love.'

A sense of bitterness washed over him. A dog. Not even a man. he had been wrong. She never treated him as a man. And then it hit him, as a tidal wave or as a thunder. Pain and numbness reached and melt inside of him.

It was true.

She never loved him and she never would.

But to him, he had just realized it.

A lone tear was all he could manage.

End of chapter.