Disclaimer: I own no part of the Buffy or Angel franchise. I simply use it, since I lack the creativity to create my own canon.
He made it out alive. Broken, alone, and bleeding from what seemed like every pore, but he was alive. The lone survivor of the bloodiest battle he'd ever seen. And that was saying something. Spike had seen a lot of bloodbaths in his time. Hell, he'd caused half of them, but nothing like this. They were caked in blood. Most belonged to the hundreds of demons, but there was no hiding the distinct scent of their own blood mingling in. Human blood could be picked out at a pig slaughtering drop by drop by any vampire worth his salt. So, he always could tell when there was a sudden rush of the human scent, another of their line had fallen, but Spike kept fighting. They all did. To the last moments of their lives they were fighting. When the battle had ended, neither side really winning, only Illyria and Spike were left standing. He took one look at her broken expression and the sword she held and he knew what she would do. "What's here for me?" she whispered, then plunged the sword into her heart and collapsed to the ground. He couldn't blame her. She would have been lost in the world without Wesley, but Spike had a reason to keep living. He had a girl to see.