Chapter Six
"Why can't you kill me?"
Spike spun around on his heals, hearing that all too familiar voice. "What?"
"Why can't you kill me?" Buffy got up from the table where she was sitting and moved toward him.
"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here." Spike looked around him, slightly panicked. They were in Brazil. He knew that. Him and . . . It wasn't Buffy. He knew it wasn't supposed to be Buffy. Yet there she was.
She stalked up toward him and reached out her hand, turning his face toward her. "Why can't you kill me?" she asked, staring up coldly into his eyes.
"You know why," he nearly sobbed.
"Right. Because you love me." She let him go and moved back a few steps. "You have such a wonderful way of showing it."
"I know." He couldn't look her in the eyes.
"You know that I don't love you, right? That I could never love you? You're a monster. You're not worth the animal blood it takes to keep you alive."
"Yes."
"What do you want Spike?"
"What?" He looked up at her, surprised.
"I said, what do you want? There is something you want from me. What is it?"
He stared at her for a long, painful moment, searching her eyes for the answer to her question. Finally, he realized what it was. "I want you to kill me."
She smiled to herself. "There now. That wasn't so hard, was it? That's all you really want." She pulled a stake out of her back pocket and moved closer to him. "It's all you really deserve." She placed the point of the stake over his heart. "Tell me again, Spike."
"I want you to kill me."
"And again."
"Kill me Buffy. Please. I need you to . . . "
She pulled back the stake and drove it into his heart.
Spike awoke, a tortured gasp tearing from his chest. She had killed him. Oh God. He had never had a dream like that before. His dreams always ended with him hurting Buffy. Never with her hurting him. But he had an answer. Once and for all, he had and answer. He knew now exactly what he had to do. He had to go back to Sunnydale. He had to find Buffy.
He had to let her kill him.