A/N.- This is chapter Twenty-three of the ENOUGH series. Thanks to all who have read this story and reviewed. This is the final chapter of this odyssey. I have covered all that I wanted to write about and I'm thankful that all of you read this adventure and I hope that you enjoyed it. On with it.

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Spike.

The world seemed different.

He was still dripping wet and didn't want to put on his coat because he knew that the water would ruin the leather. His coat was the only thing besides the photograph that he wanted to hold on. If he was really careful, the coat would still be on top shape for fifty years or so. He looked at his left hand and admired the ring placed in his middle finger. The thing was precisely as he remembered it. The council wizards had really done it. He had suspected that they wouldn't take the risk of giving the gem to a vampire, but after weighing what Travers 'turned-vampire' could to to them, they decided that it was a better chance to give the vampire a chance to walk in the sun.

They probably thought that a slayer had been able to remove it from his hand once, so another could do it in a few years. Spike didn't care about slayers anymore. If they wouldn't look for him, he'd stay clear of their paths. He had learnt that the only good slayer was a dead slayer.

His unlife would have been consderably simpler if he had killed every slayer he saw. He missed a normal existence for a vampire. He shouldn't have the thoughts he had running through his mind at the moment. He shouldn't have to worry for how a 16 year old girl would pay her school. Or how and who would teach her how to drive. He shouldn't have worried about that idiot boy Harris after all. But if one of the children was hurt, then Dawn would suffer. And he had gone through with his little adventure because of that 16 year old. He repayed her with the same coin. She always treated him nicely so he would ensure her well being.

He knew that sooner or later the slayer would come looking for him. That's why he had asked for the Ring of Amarra. It's hard to move around in the world if you can only do so by night.

Speaking of which, it was almost dawn. He'd prove if the ring in his hand was the real deal. He really didn't care that much about the veracity of the ring. He had done what he wanted to do and the gem in his hand was actually a bonus. He had managed to survive over a century without such ring and he'd manage to do it for the rest of his life.

The sun came up and it touched his hand. Spike couldn't repress a smile when he felt the heat but his hand didn't ignite. Soon, the sun covered all his figure and he was once again staring at a beautiful day.

It'd been so long since he had seen the sun come up. It was a great sight. His mind came with many adjectives to describe it but soon he shook them off his head.

It wasn't time to get all philosophical but he once again dealt with the thing that bothered him always. William was not a good man to be. Whenever he tried to be William he had been hurt in a way or the other. The only girl who liked him as William was Joyce, and well, she was dead. Dawn liked him as Spike, not as the foolish poet.

His human identity had been weak and it had always gotten him in trouble. It wasn't until he began behaving as the stupid poet when the slayer treated him the worst.

So this was it. The time to let go forever that part of him. He'd never be William again. Ever. He swore it upon himself and stared ahead. The brain damage altered his memory and if he didn't remind himself of certain things then he'd slowly forget them.

That was it. If he stopped thinking and feeling as stupid William then that part of him would disappear. Hopefully, all memories of the slayer would banish as well.

The sun soon fulfilled its purpose and Spike was dry. He slowly stood up and took his duster. He had shed his three piece suit and was once again dressed as he always had been. He mantained his hair as it was, as well as his beard. He didn't want to go back to his old style. That vampire was dead and buried.

But now there was in front of him a whole new world. He could walk in the sun and he had all the time in the world. He was still a vampire but he didn't miss the murder and mayhem. He did miss the hunt, however, and the thrill that came with it.

So many choices and so much time.

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Dawn was really happy when Buffy told her the story. She couldn't believe that Spike had done such things and she wanted to know about him. However, her mood went sour when Buffy told her about Spike not wanting to know about her.

"Why would he not want to see you?" Dawn asked. When Buffy looked away Dawn realized that there was a lot that she didn't know.

"Buffy, there are things that you haven't told me, right?" She asked. Her elder sister just nodded and asked Dawn to sit down next to her on the couch.

"I guess that you deserve to know the whole thruth, Dawn," Buffy said, "about the real reasons why Spike left."

An hour and a half later, a crying slayer was alone on the house. Dawn had reacted exactly as Buffy expected, and ran off after insulting Buffy.

Curiously, Buffy agreed with Dawn on everything that the girl had told her. Buffy wanted to make ammends, but it was too late.

The vampire was now really gone from her life, and she finally understood that it had been her doing.

Spike would never return.

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The bus was packed, but the vampire didn't care. He was riding on an unknown adventure. He had hopped on the first bus that he had seen. He had only a few pounds on his pocket and had only the clothes he had on him.

But he had all  the world ahead of him. He really didn't need much. He was free now in more ways than one. No one knew where he was and now no one would fathom that he was a vampire. The planet was now his to roam and he had no care in the world.

He patted the pocket of his duster. He had everything there he needed. He took out the picture and once again smiled at it.

An old lady that was sitting next to him smiled at him.

"Pretty girls," she said, pointing at the picture, "family?"

Spike smiled and nodded.

"Yeah," he answered, "the only one I'll ever have."

The End.

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So that's it. This is the end of the story. Please tell me what you thought of it.

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