Authors note: Hey guys, sorry its been so long!! But I aint had much feed back from this fic so not so sure I should be continuing it!! Can some1 please tell me if I should or if im just wasting my energy on this one?! Thanks a lot! Please read and review!!!!

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Chap 6

Blonde hair. Green eyes.

A spark of recognition issues in his head and he blinks, taking a moment to look her up and down.

Bitch.

Thoughts are lost in his head as his primitive mind takes over. Too late, the recognition is lost inside. Recognition that could save. Recognition that could stop. But not this time.

He growls from his crouched position.

The thing he hunts he has found, and inside he burns with hatred.

A low brutal growl vibrates from his chest and I stand there not knowing what to do. This can't be. This is a dream. Another horrible, cruel dream.

His muscles flinch slightly in the cold, his bare chest exposed to the harsh winter conditions. He is cut and bleeding, covered in bruises and scars. What's happened to him?

Speech evades me and I stand there open mouth like a goldfish, looking like a jerk and wishing the dream would end.

I pinch myself hard, and close my eyes.

I open them once again and find the same scene depicted before me. Nope, it's real.

I walk around him and watch as he maintains his distance, crouched on all fours, pacing around me like a lion would its pray.

I look into the deep chocolate eyes that I know so well and find nothing. He's not inside there.

"Angel?" I call to him and the growl grows quiet.

There's no response.

I take one step forward and found it to be a mistake. He crosses the space between us in seconds his fist meeting my ribs, his hands clawing at my skin.

I place a foot upon his chest and kick hard, sending him flying into a dustbin, a cat runs frantically from behind as he stands tall, his muscles flexed in the moonlight.

What the hell is going on?

A single tear starts its journey down my cheek as I fight on, punching him hard in the face, knocking him to the floor and adding a cut to his cheek. He looks up at me and the growl returns, his brow furrows in anger and primal roar issues from his throat as he lunges at me again, pining me beneath him on the cold, wet floor.

"Angel!" I scream, looking hard into his eyes. "It's me!" His grip remains tight on my wrists but his breathing slows as he casts a glance at my face.

He snarls deeply and slaps me hard across the face and I struggle beneath him as I feel the burning of my skin on my cheek. I kick him over me and he lands hard on his back, lying there for a moment as I stand and approach, my muscles tense as I expect a second attack.

He shakes his head and rolls to a crouched position and casts a glance up at me before turning on his heels and disappearing into the shadow behind. I try to follow but he is gone all to soon.

Angel is back.

Fuck.

"Quite a little scene that was slayer." A knowing English drawl issues from a doorway.

"Spike" I sigh.

"What have you done to the poor bugger now?" He laughs slightly and lights a cigarette.

I shake my head, as another tear falls I turn to face him.

"Luv?" Concern flashes through his eyes but its quickly hidden. We may be old enemies but the past few months has brought a bond neither of us could have ever imagined.

I collapse to my knees and let the tears fall. My rib is broken and blood pours from a cut on my eyebrow. But nothing compares to the pain of seeing Angel. Nothing will ever compare to that pain.

I hear his footsteps approach and let him help me stand, the tears rolling freely down my cheeks to mingle with the blood from my eye causing a cascading crimson rivulet down my cheek and chin.

"Come on lets get you cleaned up." Spike sighs and walks me away from the scene. The scene of my pain.
The smell of her envelops him and he roars again, licking the blood that runs down his face and tasting it with relish.

Why did he recoil? Why did he run?

He shakes his head as finally thoughts start to appear in his head, thoughts that had been quelled long ago.

He knew her well.

He felt that now, and the hatred he held for her suddenly began to slowly fade away to be replaced with a new and fiery feeling that he couldn't understand.

He clawed at his chest as he felt it and roared into the night's sky, pain seared through his body and a tear dripped down his cheek as he remembered the feeling of the whip crack against his back from hell. The fires of torment burned fresh in his mind and he knew she sent him there, he knew it was her that did it and she should pay.

But now he had seen her half of him recoiled, calling on all that was human in him to realise that there was a reason she sent him. A distant memory should be found amongst the pain of his soul but as he struggled, to remember his torment remained.
I slept poorly, my head spun and ached like I'd been hit by a sledgehammer and my ribs still seared with pain. I rolled slowly in the bed, and ignored the never-ending tears as they continued their journey. Why is he here? I thought I'd killed him? Is this my punishment? Is this my punishment for abandoning my slayer duties and leaving home?

I stare at the white ceiling and wish more than anything that I was home in Sunnydale, with Giles and telling him about last night so that somehow he can explain to me what the hell has happened. But I can't go back. Not now. Not after all that has happened.

It wouldn't be the same. My friends would probably disown me, and mom would look at me with disgust. And as for Giles, well, he would leave me too. I had to stay here and face things on my own, even if I am faced with the prospect of killing Angel all over again.

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