Disclaimer: All hail Joss, place play things on his alter. now I get to play with them. BIG thanx to all who write back. they keep me breathing, hugs, puppies are next. MERRY CHRISTMAS!



Previously:

Spike vamped out and was about to take out his anger on his unsuspecting lamp, when something felt different. He started to pant loudly, and with a scream, he landed on the floor. And that's when he heard it, for the first time in 126 years. His heartbeat.

*** Now on with the story*

It was the one thing he had dreaded and secretly prayed for the span of his undead life. The one thing he needed to be with his beloved. The one thing he needed for him to be with Buffy, to not be a monster. Buffy. . . he had his bloody miracle, but no reason to have it when she was gone from his life. And without reason, he sat down in his crypt and began to cry. What bloody good was it to him now? Hell, this was his salvation and he was blubbering like bleeding Peaches. But he would have given his new found heartbeat to her if he could. This had to be some cruel trick the Powers were playing. There was only one thing he could do. . . get very drunk.