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Rating: PG 13… or R if you are all touchy….
It was disgusting. The eyes of the beast followed him as he moved, imitating his every move. Moving in parallel to his every action. The hateful and horrific creature mirrored his every effort to get out of view of the beast. He hated it! Spike couldn't stand it. The face of the creature from his long ago past. He had thought he had fled it. Escaped it. But it had followed him here. Followed him everywhere but he was to stupid too notice. And now he stood alone, to face the creature. Why couldn't Buffy be here? She was the one that protected him. Made the monster go away, made him forget that it was always following him. That's it. He would make it go away once and for all. Spike launched his attack, and threw a punch at the beast. But at the same time, as if it already knew his plan, the beast attacked too, throwing a punch in Spikes direction. And by some sort of black sorcery, Spike shattered to pieces.
~*~*~*~
Dawn was pacing in front of the Magic Box washroom.
'Jeez… he just got his soul back, what's so wrong? He already acts, talks and hangs out with humans. What's so weird? It's not like the dead rose. Oh right, they did. But…"
Dawns thoughts were cut of by the sound of a terrible crash inside the bathroom.
"SPIKE!" she screamed, as she threw herself at the locked door. The crash had sent Willow Xander and a very pissed off Giles (who was beginning to doubt that his store would survive another visit from Spike,) to the back of the store.
"ok, what has the un-undead boy done now?" asked Xander, half confused by his very confusing comment.
"Spike! Open this door at once!" cried Giles. He knew he was going to regret breaking down his door again. He had to replace everything after the troll incident.
"Giles wait," commanded Willow, resolve face set. She put a hand on the door and whispered a few words into the keyhole and the lock released with a resounding click.
She grinned, pleased with herself, then stepped back for a nervous Dawn to get through.
What the Scoobies saw was horrifying. In the corner of the restroom almost tucked completely behind the sink, sat Spike. He was curled up in fetal position , sitting in a puddle of his own blood. Around him, lay shards of the large mirror that once hung over the sink. He had attacked his own reflection, and was bleeding in various spots where he had been cut by the shards of glass. Shaking back and forth he chanted "I'm a monster, I'm sorry, I'm a monster, I'm sorry."
"Oh God!" Cried Dawn, burying her head in Giles' shoulder.
"Here! Quick!" Shouted Xander, tearing a strip of his shirt and tying it over one of the larger wounds on Spike's wrist. Giles passed Dawn over to Willow and went to help Xander drag the now unconscious Spike into the training room.
"He must have just started to feel his soul," said Willow.
"But why would he hurt himself? Why would he try to kill himself? It's not going to do any good." Asked Dawn, full aware that less then a year ago she had cut herself, much in the same way.
"Sometimes, people feel like the only way they can be forgiven is to suffer for their wrong doings. O-or they feel like physical pain is easier to deal with than emotional…" started Giles.
"Or they are too much of a coward to try to make amends."
"Dawn! That's not fair! He was fighting the good fight all summer with us because he felt guilty about Buffy. He STILL feels guilty. He was so sorry that he tried to kill himself, and that was before he had a soul. This really must be killing him." Said Xander, shocked that he had stood up for Spike of all people. But they had really gotten close after Buffy funeral, as much as he hated to admit. He could see there was a little good in Spike after all. And that he really did love Buffy. He was taking this the hardest of all of them, and he was supposed to be a soulless demon. Or at least was a soulless demon.
"Should we take him to a hospital? He's losing a lot of blood," asked Willow.
"I'm not sure, he has no records… he's been dead for 127 years. But I think he should be fine. See he still has his supernatural healing like Ayn said. But get the first aid kit nonetheless," said Giles.
Dawn stomped out of the room in search of where they had last placed the extensive first aid kit. While the others were left to watch Spike who was out cold.
~ *~*~*~
Spike knew he was dreaming. It had to be a dream. First of all, he was with Buffy. And secondly, he was watching them make love. He was a third party, looking on by the sidelines. But everything felt so vivid. Like it was happening to him, like it had been happening forever.
Spike and Buffy were lay in bed together, making gentle passionate
love. They changed positions as Buffy rolled on top of him, the muscles of
her back flexing. They caressed each other for several moments. Buffy tenderly kissed Spike where his neck joined his shoulder, and he slid his hand up and along her outstretched arm, reaching and clasping her hand as they continued making love. Suddenly, over Buffy's shoulder, he saw eyeless priest demons, sightlessly observing them from where he was standing at her door.
There were several sudden flashes of light. Buffy removed her hands from
their tender clasp and then, as a thunderclap is heard, grabbed Spike's
wrists hard, forcibly pinning him down to the bed. She rose over him and
transformed into a vampire guise, and then bites him savagely on the
neck. Spike's new soul slowly slipped from him. He tried to fight back, but she had grown to strong, too fast. He was drowning in her, in his blood. The pain washed over him in waves. Above him he could still see the eyeless demons. That's it, he was dying again. He felt his soul release from his body, and he was suddenly spinning.
With a gasp, Spike shot up from the couch in the training room.
"I know. I know what's coming after Buffy."
~*~*~*~
ohh… creepy… send in reviews and I'll have the next chapter up within the week.
Rating: PG 13… or R if you are all touchy….
It was disgusting. The eyes of the beast followed him as he moved, imitating his every move. Moving in parallel to his every action. The hateful and horrific creature mirrored his every effort to get out of view of the beast. He hated it! Spike couldn't stand it. The face of the creature from his long ago past. He had thought he had fled it. Escaped it. But it had followed him here. Followed him everywhere but he was to stupid too notice. And now he stood alone, to face the creature. Why couldn't Buffy be here? She was the one that protected him. Made the monster go away, made him forget that it was always following him. That's it. He would make it go away once and for all. Spike launched his attack, and threw a punch at the beast. But at the same time, as if it already knew his plan, the beast attacked too, throwing a punch in Spikes direction. And by some sort of black sorcery, Spike shattered to pieces.
~*~*~*~
Dawn was pacing in front of the Magic Box washroom.
'Jeez… he just got his soul back, what's so wrong? He already acts, talks and hangs out with humans. What's so weird? It's not like the dead rose. Oh right, they did. But…"
Dawns thoughts were cut of by the sound of a terrible crash inside the bathroom.
"SPIKE!" she screamed, as she threw herself at the locked door. The crash had sent Willow Xander and a very pissed off Giles (who was beginning to doubt that his store would survive another visit from Spike,) to the back of the store.
"ok, what has the un-undead boy done now?" asked Xander, half confused by his very confusing comment.
"Spike! Open this door at once!" cried Giles. He knew he was going to regret breaking down his door again. He had to replace everything after the troll incident.
"Giles wait," commanded Willow, resolve face set. She put a hand on the door and whispered a few words into the keyhole and the lock released with a resounding click.
She grinned, pleased with herself, then stepped back for a nervous Dawn to get through.
What the Scoobies saw was horrifying. In the corner of the restroom almost tucked completely behind the sink, sat Spike. He was curled up in fetal position , sitting in a puddle of his own blood. Around him, lay shards of the large mirror that once hung over the sink. He had attacked his own reflection, and was bleeding in various spots where he had been cut by the shards of glass. Shaking back and forth he chanted "I'm a monster, I'm sorry, I'm a monster, I'm sorry."
"Oh God!" Cried Dawn, burying her head in Giles' shoulder.
"Here! Quick!" Shouted Xander, tearing a strip of his shirt and tying it over one of the larger wounds on Spike's wrist. Giles passed Dawn over to Willow and went to help Xander drag the now unconscious Spike into the training room.
"He must have just started to feel his soul," said Willow.
"But why would he hurt himself? Why would he try to kill himself? It's not going to do any good." Asked Dawn, full aware that less then a year ago she had cut herself, much in the same way.
"Sometimes, people feel like the only way they can be forgiven is to suffer for their wrong doings. O-or they feel like physical pain is easier to deal with than emotional…" started Giles.
"Or they are too much of a coward to try to make amends."
"Dawn! That's not fair! He was fighting the good fight all summer with us because he felt guilty about Buffy. He STILL feels guilty. He was so sorry that he tried to kill himself, and that was before he had a soul. This really must be killing him." Said Xander, shocked that he had stood up for Spike of all people. But they had really gotten close after Buffy funeral, as much as he hated to admit. He could see there was a little good in Spike after all. And that he really did love Buffy. He was taking this the hardest of all of them, and he was supposed to be a soulless demon. Or at least was a soulless demon.
"Should we take him to a hospital? He's losing a lot of blood," asked Willow.
"I'm not sure, he has no records… he's been dead for 127 years. But I think he should be fine. See he still has his supernatural healing like Ayn said. But get the first aid kit nonetheless," said Giles.
Dawn stomped out of the room in search of where they had last placed the extensive first aid kit. While the others were left to watch Spike who was out cold.
~ *~*~*~
Spike knew he was dreaming. It had to be a dream. First of all, he was with Buffy. And secondly, he was watching them make love. He was a third party, looking on by the sidelines. But everything felt so vivid. Like it was happening to him, like it had been happening forever.
Spike and Buffy were lay in bed together, making gentle passionate
love. They changed positions as Buffy rolled on top of him, the muscles of
her back flexing. They caressed each other for several moments. Buffy tenderly kissed Spike where his neck joined his shoulder, and he slid his hand up and along her outstretched arm, reaching and clasping her hand as they continued making love. Suddenly, over Buffy's shoulder, he saw eyeless priest demons, sightlessly observing them from where he was standing at her door.
There were several sudden flashes of light. Buffy removed her hands from
their tender clasp and then, as a thunderclap is heard, grabbed Spike's
wrists hard, forcibly pinning him down to the bed. She rose over him and
transformed into a vampire guise, and then bites him savagely on the
neck. Spike's new soul slowly slipped from him. He tried to fight back, but she had grown to strong, too fast. He was drowning in her, in his blood. The pain washed over him in waves. Above him he could still see the eyeless demons. That's it, he was dying again. He felt his soul release from his body, and he was suddenly spinning.
With a gasp, Spike shot up from the couch in the training room.
"I know. I know what's coming after Buffy."
~*~*~*~
ohh… creepy… send in reviews and I'll have the next chapter up within the week.