A/N: This is Part Three of the CLOSURE series. This is a sequel of the ENOUGH series, so please read that one first or this won't make any sense.

Disclaimer: You should know that this belongs to Joss Whedon and the parties involved in getting the show on the air.

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Riley Finn

"Mrs. Riley Finn?" Spike asked. The name rolled of his tongue with a venomous drip. There was a notorious feeling of discomfort that Spike associated with the name.

"Yes," the woman said, "do you know him?" Sam Finn asked, having seen the change of mood in the man who had just saved her daughter. Spike decided to play safe and shook his head.

"No, I don't." Spike said, "I just remembered that I had once heard that name."

"Well, he travels a lot," Sam said, "he's in the military so maybe you knew him some time ago."

"Perhaps," Spike said, "but I don't seem to remember when or where."

"We lived on the US years ago."  Sam said, "California."

"Los Angeles?" Spike asked. Sam shook her head and cradled her sleeping infant.

"No, he lived in Sunnydale," Sam said, "and curiously, we met on Belize."

Spike's eyes narrowed when he heard the name of the town. It was also making him feel uncomfortable and something was nagging him on the back of his head.

"I've heard some things about the place." Spike said, struggling to remember and identify what was bothering him so much.

"Not a place to go walking in the night." Sam said. Spike understood but his memory didn't provide him with the visuals of the place.

"Just to be sure," Spike said, "do you have a picture of your husband? So I can remember?"

Sam seemed to think about it for a while but she quickly decided to ignore her doubts. The man had saved her daughter, after all.

"Sure, let me see." Sam fidgeted a bit with her daughter and took out of her pocket a wallet. More like a tiny purse. She opened it and took out a picture from it. She gave Spike the picture and smiled.

The picture had her, Riley and their daughter. Spike saw the man and the image did the trick. Memories of hatred and pain flowed back to him and he felt the raw intensity that only hate can bring. It took all of his willpower to avoid flashing his fangs and his eyes golden. He faked a smile, barely controlling himself, and gave Sam the picture back.

"It still doesn't help me," Spike said, "I s'pose I was confused."

Sam smiled at him and placed away the picture. She looked around and sighed a bit.

"Actually, he was supposed to meet us here," Sam said, "but I guess something got hold of him."

"Let's hope it wasn't some of those men." Spike said, his anger getting the best of him. It had been a while since he had been this angry, and he was having some trouble controlling his temper.

"Anyways, gotta go." Spike said. He turned around and finally his eyes flashed golden.

"Wait." Sam said, "I'd like to know your name."

Spike didn't turn around, and he growled lowly. Sam didn't hear and took a step towards him. Spike stopped growling and then he thought about it. He didn't want to think about his memories but he also felt an enormous need for revenge.

"William." He finally said. He managed to control himself long enough for his eyes to turn back blue. "My name's William."

Spike waved off and walked away. Sam smiled some more and she looked at her daughter.

"Thank you, William."

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Spike ran off into the night. His mind was slowly reliving the memories of Riley Finn in his mind.  Every step he took a new memory appeared. He was getting really confused and he didn't know what to do. After a few minutes, he remembered every single detail that made him hate the stupid soldier. It had been a long time since he had felt so much hatred. After two years of building a new life and forgetting the mistakes in his past, something had to happen to make him remember.

But he wasn't the same stupid vampire he had been then. He wouldn't go back there. He had once forgotten about the fool and he would do it again. He took a long walk around Barcelona and he tried to clear his mind. He decided to leave the country immediately and head off anywhere. Any place was good.

Yet, it was hard to escape a place that was infested with vampires without bumping into them, which wouldn't be trouble for Spike. However, it was trouble when he met the ones that were hunting the vampires.

Daylight was approaching, and with his experience, Spike knew that the best time of the night to hunt a vampire was when dawn was approaching.

Someone else knew that as well. Spike hunted vampires by tracking their prey as well, and then he killed everything that didn't have a heartbeat. Once again, Spike had the appearance of a man. He could walk in sunlight and he could be confused among a group of humans.

But he still didn't have a heartbeat and he still didn't need to breathe.

That's how he was cornered on the outskirts of the city. He had been listening to their heartbeats for a while, but he wasn't concerned about them. After 120 years of hearing heartbeats, he had managed to automatically quiet the sound every time he was around humans.

But he never ignored his other senses. The whiff of shoeshine alerted him. Mixed with the distinct smell of gunpowder and he had either a very dedicated police officer or he had the military on his back. And given the news he received that night, he had a pretty good idea of who was chasing him. He stopped and looked around. Barcelona was nothing now but a bunch of lights in the distance. Any normal being who was smart enough to put two and two together would have known that at such time of day, and at such a distance away from the city, there was a very slim chance of finding someone on the vicinity.

Then how come was he hearing over 12 heartbeats?

'Shit.' Spike thought. It seemed that he'd have to fight the branch of the military that he hated the most. He thought that maybe they'd have recognized him, but soon dismissed the idea. Maybe soldier boy's wife would have told them about him. He didn't have the time to inquire anymore.

"Planning on showing yourselves at any point?" Spike shouted into the night. In response, tiny rays of red light shone in the night, all of them illuminating a certain point of Spike's body.

"Oh, please." Spike said. He once again looked around and then he could distinguish the outlines of at least 14 men.

"Well, I miscalculated by two." He wasn't really counting them. He was assessing the situation. He hadn't killed a man in four years.

But that didn't mean that he wouldn't kill a human ever again. And especially if he was being surrounded by a bunch of them with automatic weapons aimed at his head and his heart.

No way.

"British." A man said.

"Wait, I know him." A female's voice was heard. Spike immediately singled out the masked human with the female's voice. Her outline even gave her away. But it wasn't the fact that she was a woman the thing that disturbed him. It was the fact that he knew that voice.

Sam. It seemed that she was also a part of soldier boy's club of geeks.

"Oh, hi Sam," Spike said, "how's the kid?"

Sam fidgeted with her weapon and pointed it down.

"William?" She asked, "You're a sub terrain hostile?"

"I prefer the term 'vampire', if you'd be so kind." Spike said. Sam took her mask off and her night vision goggles as well.

"You know this hostile, ma'am?" One of the men in masks asked her.

"I saw him earlier tonight," Sam said, "he helped me with…"

"What is the problem here, men?" A taller man appeared from behind them all. A man who made Spike twitch because he couldn't hear a heartbeat. The man probably was a superior because he knew how to mask both his smell and his heartbeat.

"Lieutenant Finn says she knows this particular hostile, sir!" Yet another one of the masked men answered.

"How so, Lt.?" The man asked. The voice was hauntingly familiar to the vampire, and he didn't like it.

"He helped me this afternoon, commander." Sam answered.

"Oh, that's why you have your mask off?" The man asked. Sam seemed to be confused. Her superior turned around and stared at the vampire. His posture changed as he stared at the hostile in front of him.

"British and with a leather coat." The man said, "I'd say that you're a copycat."

"Sorry, mate," Spike said, "I've always been original."

The man took aim with his gun and inspected Spike even more.

"Right," He said, "you missed the peroxide, though."

"Don't need the stuff anymore," Spike said, "and lose the mask, maybe you'll see me better without it."

"You even have the same sarcastic remarks," the man said, "but I don't have the time for this things."

The man fired three shots, which landed on Spike's stomach. He doubled over from the impact but they did no harm to him. The shiny ring in his left hand saw to that.

"Bullets?" Spike asked, "kinda ineffective, don't you think?"

All of the soldiers seemed a little surprised, and then the man finally took his mask off. And there he was, one of the individuals that Spike hated more than anything in the world.

"Finally." Spike said.

"I want you to see who killed you, vampire." Riley said. Spike just chuckled.

"If I'd known that the toddler was your child, I would've let the vampire kill her." Spike said. Riley growled and shot him some more. Spike reeled back a few steps and kept laughing. Now Riley was the one feeling anxious. Even a vampire would go down after six shots.

"Don't talk about my daughter like that." Riley said. Spike looked up and stared at him. Riley then began to stare at the vampire. Spike then smirked at him. The soldier recognized that same smirk from years before. Riley took a step back as recognition finally dawned on him.

"Hostile 17." Riley spat at him, in a mockery referring to the chip in Spike's head. "What's with the hair and the beard?"

"The name's Spike, cap cardboard." Spike said. Riley snorted and aimed the gun at Spike's head.

"Don't call me like that, you neutered vampire." Riley said. Spike chuckled a bit more. His body then remembered what he used to do all the time. He fetched out a cigarette and lighted it. He inhaled deeply and smiled at the sensation the smoke created when he exhaled.

"Oh, Sam, my name is indeed William," He said to her, "William the Bloody, that is."

"Whatever your name is," Sam said, "you're a hostile."

"How's your daughter sleeping?" Spike asked. Sam twitched a bit. She knew that her daughter was without a scratch because of the vampire in front of her.

"Well, since Buffy isn't here to guard you then I'll just do what I wanted to do all those years ago." Riley said, as he took a stake out of his pocket. Spike laughed. A deep, real laugh. He enjoyed the look that Riley gave him.

"Two things, soldier boy." Spike said. "One, kiss my bloody arse." Riley looked at him with hatred in his eyes. Spike returned the stare.

"And two," Spike threw his cigarette and flashed his eyes golden, "the chip is gone and I'm going to kill you."

End of Chapter.