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Julia rested her head against Spike's chest as they looked in the small mirror that was their only connection to the mortal world. He had insisted that they use it to keep an eye on his former comrades.

Right now, they were watching Faye trudge down the hall of her new home on Ganymede and plop herself on the pink, frilly comforter she had chosen to put on her bed. Her eyes still showed the sadness she had harbored inside since Spike's death, and her body language clearly showed that it would last for a lot longer. In the two years since then, she had gotten much better, but immediately following the incident..she didn't know how she would survive. She was the main reason Spike wanted the mirror.

Heaven wasn't at ALL what he and Julia had expected it would be. Rather than the picture-perfect paradise they had learned about throughout life, it was simply an abode for the souls of the deceased, much like the universe of the mortals had been. They still felt pain, they still felt loss, and they still felt sadness.

Spike felt an incredible sense of guilt well up in him as he saw Faye reach over to her closet and slide open the door, revealing a small refrigerator, in which she kept all her alcoholic drinks.

"Dammit Faye, stop it," he whispered as he saw her look around self-consciously, then move it back. Removing a small square from the carpet, she pulled out a large bottle of painkillers and immediately downed half of them. This had become her usual habit.whenever she was feeling the aftereffects of Spike's demise (which was quite often even still), she would drug herself. Only he and Julia knew about this; Jet had no idea, even though he lived with her.

Julia looked at Spike, her eyes searching for something unseen in his expression, something only she would have been able to decipher. "Why are you so concerned about her, Spike?" she asked him.

"Why the hell do you think? I lived with her for the last portion of my life, of course I'm going to be concerned about her!" he snapped, mentally unawar of who he was talking to.

Julia pulled away from him, her eyes still on his, which were shining with unshed tears. "You lived with me for much longer, and yet now the only person on your mind is Faye!" she protested.

Loud bangs suddenly emitted from the small mirror that neither of them had been watching. Spike whipped around to see, to his horror, Faye, tears streaming down her face, shooting anyone in her way as she raced down the street to the plaza where the new cathedral was being built. Standing in front of the site, she looked up at the sky and her expression grew angry.

"Where are you going? What are going to do there? Didn't you say you weren't going there to die? DIDN'T YOU? And look what you ended up doing! You DIED!" she screamed at the cloudy heavens. "I'm not going to forgive you for that one, Spike Spiegel!"

Spike stared at her, his heart racing, his mind going out of control. "Don't do anything stupid, Faye. Calm down," he told her, knowing she couldn't hear him.

Faye lost control of herself, and began firing random shots around her, killing innocent people in her madness. "DAMN YOU, SPIKE!" she shouted with each bullet that hit a fellow human.

He backed away from the mirror. "This can't be happening," he told himself over and over again. "She can't be doing thisshe just can't"

But she was. The police who patrolled the streets during the daytime already surrounded the area and were telling her to put her weapon down lest they fire at her.

When she refused to stop, they opened fire. Faye's body whipped around as the bullets entered it, and her last word was, "Damn"

"FAYE!" Spike shouted, causing Julia to rush in to see what was wrong.

"What happened?!" she asked quickly.

He simply pointed to the glass, where Faye's bloody, mangled body lay crumpled in the middle of the street.

"OhI seeshe finally cracked, huh?"

He said nothing, only got up and walked out of the room with the mirror, his eyes glued to the horrific scene it showed.

The street blurred, and Spike watched, puzzled, as a dark red hall appeared in the glass. He sat down on the ground and stared at the swirling walls of the seemingly endless tunnel.

His eyes widened as he saw Faye walking down it, looking around and wondering where the hell she was. She kept her hand on the side, as if it was guiding her down to wherever this mysterious passage led to.

As she continued walking, the end of the hall shifted and formed a large doorframe, and a shadowy figure stood there.

Spike's eyes widened as he realized who it was

A/N: Should I continue? No flames recommendedI will only use them to barbecue the reviewer