The next thing that struck him was his own weakness, a strange wrung out sensation that covered his body. Pangs of hunger rolled over him and with slight shock he realized he was slowly starving.
Memories of the last five nights came back to him, the dream playing over and over in his head causing him anguish. He also patchily remembered coherent times when he'd tried to get up. Why?
Willow have to get to Red. Where would she be? With Slayer. Where Slayer? Watcher, watcher is... His face contorted as he tired to shift through his waning memories. Finally he was able to recall Giles' face. Yes, Giles will know what is causing this. To save Red, must go Giles.
He wavered as he got to his feet, they felt like lead while his head felt so light.
Willow looked up at him, her red hair illuminated by an...
"Noooo!" he howled trying to shove the nightmare away from himself as he weaved towards the door. Wait is it night or day? Why the bloody hell do I care the sun can end this pain, no have to save Red. Have to warn Willow. Watcher, get to Giles.
He glanced at one of the cracks in his crypt. It was as dark as...
...his blood soaked T-shirt. There was blood everywhere, on his hands, his arms; her life force was slowly seeping into the cold earth.
A weak growl escaped his lips as he ripped the door opened. He stumbled out into the night weaving a path that would take him to Giles' apartment.
"No, Willow look at me. Look at me. Good now listen to me. You have to hang on. I'm not going to let you die..."
He slumped against the lamppost, gripping it for support. He chided away the pain that threatened to sink him back into the oblivion of the nightmare and stumbled onward.
...her heart beat its last and he sank to his knees. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The scream ripped through his throat as he rocked her.
The woman he'd stumbled into jumped, took one look at his screaming figure, and ran. He began whimpering, keening a familiar name.
He cried her name over and over as tears washed his undead face.
With his last ounce of strength Spike slammed his fists against Giles' door. Weakened by his journey to the former watcher's home, his hunger, and the gnawing fear for the girl in his dream he began to slide to the floor.