TITLE: Blaze Of Glory; Come Back To Me

RATING: R

PAIRING: Angel/Spike
SUMMARY; Sequel to Blaze Of Glory.

SPOILERS: Buffy Season 5, Angel Season 2 episodes 19 to 22 didn't happen, sorry no Fred. Also Joyce did not die.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss
FEEDBACK: Always wanted and adored.

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A/N: Cause you all asked so nicely, many moons ago, and Setting Things Straight is kicking my arse and I've got itchy fingers!!! Thank you to Belle for giving me the idea for this fic. Thank you to Mera Haven for all her advice and badgering without which this fic would still be sitting in my head, and thank you to Ely my beta for all her hard work she is the queen of commas. Poem originally by Wilbur Skeels, adapted by Mary Frye and adapted again by me!!!

A/N 2: I wrote this a while ago and have only just started sorting it out not stuck on StS any more and I would like to thank the queen of commas my beta Ely.

Part 4

The days that followed were hazy. Angel spent the whole time in the Summers' basement refusing to let anyone in and hardly ever coming out. When he did finally emerge, it was with the box under one arm and only for the few minutes that it took for his blood to heat before he disappeared back downstairs again. This went on for three days until finally a red-eyed Angel appeared at the top of the basement stairs and looked at Joyce and said, "Could you phone everyone and have them meet tonight at Spike's crypt at midnight."

"Sure," Joyce said as she reached for the phone.

"I would like you to be there too," Angel added quietly as he turned and headed back into the basement.

Everyone gathered outside of Spike's crypt watching Dawn as she approached carrying Spike's box while Angel carried a large rectangle stone.

Xander had already been up earlier in the evening and had dug a hole and set the concrete for the tombstone to set on with steel spikes sticking up (which he found quite ironic really considering who the grave belonged to) in order to keep the tombstone there forever.

Angel carefully placed the stone where it belonged and took the box from Dawn before he stood back and looked at the marker. He had spent days in the basement carving it and now it seemed inefficient. It didn't say as much as he had wanted it to. It simply read:

William,

My Love,

My Friend.

On the left hand side, Angel had carved the Aurelius sign, an exact replica of his tattoo.

"It's beautiful," Buffy said as she slipped her arm under his.

Angel nodded and slowly walked forward placing Spike's box in to the freshly dug grave. "This is the end. I wish I could look you in the eye as I say these final words, 'I love you and good-bye'," Angel whispered, tears streaming down his face as he lowered the box into the cold earth. He stood looking at the earth for a long time. The others watched in silence as they grieved for both their loss and their friend's loss. Giles and Wesley motioned for the others to leave Angel in peace and they slowly drifted away.

Dawn looked at Angel worriedly as tears streamed down her face. Joyce put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'll stay, you head home."

Dawn nodded and gave her mum a quick hug before following the others.

Angel suddenly stood staring at the small box in the earth, memories of his favoured precious childe filling his head.

Giving himself a mental shake he grabbed the shovel and he began to throw the earth over his boy once again, so reminiscent of the night he had first buried him, except this time he would never wake from his eternal rest.

TBC.