Author's Note: I would like to thank my sister cause she has told me whether this story is any good and what I would need to fix it. Thanx

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. (

I like Faith, I'm just trying to get into the mind of the writers that are the minds of Buffy. Just to let u know I bash everyone except for Spike (super hot) in this.
Buffy let him hold her, if only for now. It felt normal, comfortable. She had never thought that she would let Spike hold her. After all mortal enemy, hello. With his arms around her she knew she was safe. Yes, he was a vamp, but she knew he loved her. She just wouldn't let her-self admit that to him, or, for that matter, to any one else.

She still could not believe Angel had left, he was a brooding idiot. But she missed him and at times she found herself wishing that it was his arms that held her, but then she caught herself. And of course realized, that Spike was the only one, that would stand by her side.

Giles, Willow, Xander, Dawn, every one that mattered the most had turned on her. They had kicked her out of her own home, so Super Slut, Faith, could lead the SIT's. If they thought she could do a better job then they deserved her. At that time nothing could surpress the anger she felt to every one in that house. She almost wished that when she went crazy and tried to kill all of them, she had succeeced.

But one thing, she was sure of was that the Vinyard the sorce of power, and she planned on going there. With Spike, and of course herself. It was weird how everyone she trusted had betrayed her and yet her old enemys were the only ones that trusted her and that she trusted back. She missed her bed and the comfort of her own home, she missed her-so-called-friends and family. But they were dead to her now, she didn't care. Just like she was dead to them. And she almost hoped that Super Slut would run them into the ground.

If only Willow and her other so-called-friends had not brought her back, the first, none of this would have happened. She would still be in heaven, all the warm happy thoughts back in her head. Instead she was here, in a living hell. With her friends and family as the Devil and it's demons. In fact she could picture Faith's head with horns.

"Spike, do you know?" she asked not knowing if word had gotten back to him.

"Know what, love?"

"Oh Spike" she quickly told him the whole story, even every detail with Angel. And when she was done his blue eyes were a mist of hate and anger. She knew who he was mad at. Towards the ones who had hurt her. And she knew why. He loved her, and what hurt her hurt him.

"Oh, love. I'm so sorry. You can sleep at my place. I mean there isn't a lot left. But I cleaned everything up, so it's liveable. I'll even stay there with you, with the promise of not trying to seduce you," he told her, pure love in his voice. At the last words, though, he wagged his eyebrows. And Buffy smiled, despite herself. "Come on, your tired, lets get you to my place," he said helping her up. She took his hand.

"Thank you, Spike" They slowly walked back to his crypt and he put her to bed. Soon she was fast asleep, almost like she had lived there all her life. He went upstairs to warm himself a glass of blood and mix it with vodka. At times like these it was time to get a little drunk. But upstairs there sat Dawn, waiting for him.

"Dawn" he said it coldly. He looked at her with icy eyes. It hurt her to hear him say her name with such hate. She knew Buffy had told him.

"Spike, I..," she was stopped by him talking to her.

"No, Dawn. Don't say anything. Just go," he said with the same tone. She turned around and left without trying to defend herself. He walked back down stairs and saw Buffy standing there in one of his long shirts. His face softened as did hes eyes and voice.

"Thank you, Spike," she leaned over and hugged him, not a tight I love you hug, just a thank you for protecting me hug. And right then, that was all he needed.