Disclaimer: Yes…Joss Whedon owns all of the characters except the ones that you have never heard of because I created them…I wonder if Joss has ever heard of a thing called 'sharing'. Okay, this whole story's plot is based on a Korean drama, called the 'Stairway to Heaven,' ((Kwun Sang Woo is really hot)).
Summary: Glory, Buffy, and Angel are all 'stepsiblings,' and Spike is the rich boy who happens to be Buffy's best friend. Buffy and Spike fall in love, but Spike is shipped off to England, and when he returns 6 or 7 years later, Buffy gets 'taken away' from him in an instant. He runs into her a year later, but she does not remember him…will she ever remember?
((Luv to all of my reviewers: Cho-Freak-Dragon, GoldenAngl99, hotspike7, Roxie, Sarah, Shitaka, R, Loraine, Angi, and Ruthie2.))
((Oh and Loraine, extra thanks for such a flattering review! You saved it all on disk?! Wow! Thanks for understanding about the whole 'AP' thing. Making Spike suffer…lol…oh and believe me…Glory and Darla WILL GET IT…muahahahaha. By the way Angi, if you're gonna leave a review like that, at least leave your REAL name because if you're not even 'brave' enough to leave your real log in name, it makes me have no respect for you and your opinion, and just to let you know ahead of time, this fic will be going on for a while.))
If love was meant to be between two people, br
Then they will always find each other,br
No matter how long it takes, br
No matter how far,br
No matter how many obstacles stand in the way, br
In the end, they will always end up in each other's arms. p
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Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.
-Albert Einsteinp
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Spike sped down the freeway in his Black Lexus SUV. He changed lanes again, and continued speeding, not caring that he was at least 40 miles over the speed limit. Besides, he could just slip the officer a $100 bill and everything would be just peachy again. He cursed the stupid and slow git in front of him, and changed lanes again.
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Angel parked the car on the sandy beach a little ways from Spike's mansion. Buffy's fever had gone down a lot, but she was still asleep. "Well….I guess this is good bye…" he stated rather matter-of-factly as he tapped the steering wheel. He fingered the ring that Buffy had given him for their 'engagement.' It now hung on a thin silver chain, and it was all that he would take of 'her.'
He pulled her cell phone out of his pocket, and slipped a letter in. He set it right beside her sleeping form, and after one last look, got out of the car. He trudged away with all of his belongings stuffed into two duffel bags, and one backpack.
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Spike pulled up at his mansion a few minutes later. He ran out of his car, and ran up to the rental car that Buffy was in. He peered through the window, his heart beating wildly. 'Buffy….' She was still sleeping. Oh gawd…he would never get tired of looking at her. Her silky soft blonde hair, and emerald eyes…he turned around, and walked off toward the ocean as he waited for her to wake up. He felt tears prick his eyes. 'Bloody hell Spike…don't cry…you're not a soddin'…' The tears came anyways. The tears came because he was happy…all those years…all that pain…but she came for him. He sat down on the slightly cold and wet sand, and buried his face in his hands.
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Buffy woke up feeling a bit hot, and groggy. Blinking she looked around. "Angel?" she said softly. She sat up, and heard something fall to the floor. She reached down, and picked up her cell phone. "What's this?" she murmured as she fingered the letter. She slowly opened the white envelope, and pulled out a letter.
---Buffy, by the time you read this, I will be long gone. I will never ever see you again. I know that you know everything already, and I'm sorry that I never told you. I know…no apology can ever amount to the hurt I've caused you, but I intend to right it all again. I've finally realized that the one you truly love is Spike. You have and always will. The year you spent as Elizabeth Johnson with me, Aidan Giles, was the best year of my life, and I thank you for that. I will pay you back with the promise that you will live the rest of your life happy. Live your life to the fullest with Spike. I promise that he will make you happy. Don't try to find me because you won't succeed, thanks a lot Buffy…Your brother, Angel Summers---
"Oh Angel…you dumb ass…" Buffy whispered as she began to cry silently. Sure, she hated him, but she couldn't hate him forever. She sat there in the car, crying when she happened to look up. There bathed in the retreating sunlight, and sitting on the sand…was Spike.
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He just sat there, staring off at the ocean, as the waves slowly lapped up onto the shore, and then faded away. He felt a pair of arm wrap themselves around his body. He didn't need to be told who it was, he knew…just by feeling a single wisp of her hair, and he had memorized how her hands felt when she touched him…and how HE felt. "I've missed you…" he whispered quietly.
Buffy smiled sadly, and sat down next to him. "Me too." Spike didn't let her sit alone. He pulled her into his lap, and hugged her tiny little frame. He breathed in the smell of her hair, and the way she felt in his arms. "I'm sorry," she added.
"You don't need to be sorry for anything." He told her. He then stuck one hand into the pocket of his long black coat, and pulled out a flat, circular, silver pendant with a hole in the middle. He held it out in his hand to Buffy who removed a chain from her neck. He pulled on the pendant, and it opened. He placed Buffy's heart shaped pendant in the middle, and snapped the pendant shut. "See this?" he whispered. Buffy nodded. "This was my promise to stay faithful to you Buff…as long as I had it…I still loved you."
Buffy shifted in his lap so that she could face him. Her emerald eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I love you too Spike…" Spike stared at her for a moment. Hardly daring to believe that he Buffy was with him…that she was real…that this was real. He then pulled her into a fierce hug, never wanting to let go.
"If love was meant to be between two people,"
"Then they will always find each other," she whispered.
"No matter what it takes,"
"No matter how far,"
"No matter how many obstacles stand in the way,"
"In the end, they will always end up in each other's arm," they finished together. "Just like we are now…" Spike added with wolfish grin. Then Spike leaned in for the long awaited kiss. 'This,' Buffy thought as she wrapped her arms around his neck, 'Is what it feels like to be in love.'
About half a mile away, a figure smiled. "I told you that I would make sure you're happy…Buffy Summers…" With one more wistful and longing look, he turned around, and left. Trying to get the image of a beautiful blonde girl out of his mind. 'Besides,' he told himself, 'They look perfect together…kissing underneath the moonlight…' His heart gave a sharp pang, and ignoring it, he continued on.
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"Are you cold?" Spike asked as he kissed her on her ear lobe. Spike tightened his hold around her waist as he felt a shiver go through her.
"No." she lied.
"You can admit that you're cold." Spike told her as he nuzzled the crook in her neck.
Buffy shivered again. It wasn't from the cold, but from these 'feelings' that were coursing through her…and they were because of him.
"How 'bout I take you home now?" he suggested as he helped her stand up.
Buffy's eyes narrowed as she glared suspiciously at him. "Hey now mister, if you want to a whore go find one. I may love you to the point where I would die for you, but that doesn't mean I don't have any-"
Spike raised an eyebrow, and tried not to laugh, "I have morals too Buff," Buffy blushed. "I don't know what was going on in that dirty lil' head o' yours, but I was talking about YOUR house…your home?"
"Why would I want to go back there?" Buffy asked incredulously.
"Well don't you think that it's fair for everyone else to know?" Buffy wanted to yell at him. Tell him how horrible Glory was, and remind him that Darla wouldn't care that she was grown now. It would all be the same. But she couldn't find the heart to tell him about Glory and Darla. Instead she stayed silent, and turned her head to the ocean. "Look," Spike said softly, "I know that you haven't always been on good terms with Glory and Darla, but give them a second chance. Darla was devastated for months, she was wreck."
'She's an actress.' Buffy thought bitterly. She felt alone again. Even Spike had fallen for their little 'façade.' "Life isn't easy for everyone pet," he added. 'Some have it easier than others.' Buffy screamed mentally. Did he know how it felt to just wake up one morning, and find out that the person you were engaged to was actually your stepbrother, and that the man you had hated was the man you actually loved? Did he know how it felt to find out that everyone had been thinking you were dead? Did he know how it felt to not be able to remember why she hadn't been able to remember anything?
Silently, Buffy turned away, and began to trudge back to the cars. "Buffy…luv…come on…" Spike urged as he ran after her. Buffy did not say anything, and refused to meet his gaze. Spike then grabbed her chin, and made her look at him. "Don't even think about driving away from me. I lost you twice now, and I won't lose you again."
This time, Buffy nearly exploded from laughter. "You…thought…that I was going to run away?" she gasped. "I was going to get my things so that you could drive me home!" Spike groaned, and Buffy playfully shoved him, sending the unsuspecting blonde sprawling onto the sand.
"You better run pet, I'm a bit hungry right now, and you look good enough to eat." Spike warned. Buffy laughed, and ran a few yards away.
"BRING IT ON!!!" she yelled, her body in a fighting stance.
Spike smirked, and ran after Buffy. He expected her to turn, and run, not to stay there, and punch him in the jaw. "Bollocks Buffy! That hurt!"
Buffy clapped her hands, and brushed them together with a proud smile on her face. "Good! Now let's go!" Spike didn't reply, and sat there on the sand clutching his jaw. "Spike?" She leaned over to inspect. His eyes were squeezed such as if he were in intense pain. "Is it bruising?" Spike gingerly nodded. "Spike! I am so sorry, I did-"
Before she could finish, she found herself face down in the sand, with Spike sitting on her back. "You rotten scumbag!" she hollered, "Get off of me!"
"I'm rather comfortable," Spike mused out loud, "But your arse is rather bony Buff, you shouldn't be retching in the loo all the time, it's not healthy."
"I can't breathe Spike!" Buffy hissed as she struggled to push Spike off.
"I think that we need to work on your guns there." Spike added.
This got Buffy fired up enough that she was able to push herself up off the ground, and toss Spike off. "You're getting a bit tubby there," she commented. "Tsk tsk." Spike growled, and sulking, walked back to the rental car. He opened the back door, and pulled out all of the suitcases, bags, and what-not. He then opened the back door of HIS car, and tossed them all in. "Excuse me!" Buffy called as she stomped towards him, "What exactly are you doing?"
"I'm moving your things, what else?" Spike growled. Buffy shook her head in dismay, and walked to the other side of the car, and let herself in on the passenger side. She watched as the sun dipped below the horizon and out of sight. Spike watched Buffy through the window, oh gawd how he loved her! With a contented sigh he got in on the driver's side. "How about we get you home pet?"
Buffy sat there, frozen. Home? She snorted mentally, no…her 'home' was wherever Spike was. She didn't care about Glory or Darla, she never did. "Your 'death' took a lot out of Xander…hit him almost as hard as it hit me." Buffy felt her eyes sting. He was right…she had to go back…if not for Glory and Darla, at least for her father.
She nodded weakly. "Let's go." she whispered.
Spike started the engine, and reached over for her hand. He entwined his hand with hers, and kissed her knuckles. Buffy smiled, and lightly squeezed his hand. They drove away, spraying sand everywhere. Soon they were on Spike's private jet…on their way back to Charleston.
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She wouldn't lie. She was terrified. She didn't want to go back. Spike drove up to the iron gates at the base of the driveway. They both got out of the car. Spike and Buffy kissed once more by the gates as Buffy softly asked him to take her away. "You can't Buff…this is your home."
Buffy shook head, "No it isn't…my home is wherever you are…"
Spike stroked her soft cheek. "Everything will be fine Buffy…just you wait and see…" Buffy didn't protest anymore. She turned around, only to be pulled back into his arms. "Promise you won't leave me again?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly as if he were scared. Buffy nodded. "Don't worry Buff…I'll be sure to make you happy…" He smiled, and drove away. Buffy looked up, the sky was still dark…it was only about 3 am. She opened the iron gates, and went in.
She stood there…in front of the door. What would they say? She could see it all now…they'd open the door and embrace her warmly…who was she kidding? She then pressed the door bell, and pressed it again, and again, until she saw a light come on, and someone yell that they were coming down. "Excuse me, but do you know what time it-" Glory's voice trailed off.
"Well…hello…Eli-"
"Hello Glory. Are mom and dad home?"
Glory's eyes widened. "Bu…Bu…Buff…Buffy?"
"The one and only." she replied cheerfully, basking in Glory's fear.
Then a voice that Buffy hated rang through the house, "Glory? Who is it?"
Glory swallowed, and turned her head, "It's…Buffy…" she said, sounding as if she were choking.
Darla who was coming down the stairs was almost bowled over by Xander. "Buffy?! Where?!" he demanded.
Buffy smiled slightly and stepped into the house as Glory tremblingly closed the door. "Hi Dad…" she said softly.
Xander's eyes widened, "Is…is that…really you?" Buffy nodded, and ran into Xander's open arms. "I missed you…so much." He whispered as he stroked his daughter's soft blonde hair. For a brief minute, Buffy squeezed her eyes shut, and forgot that Glory and Darla were standing right there. Darla looking rather murderous, and Glory still shocked.
"Well…Buffy…isn't this a surprise…" Darla finally commented. Xander raised an eyebrow at his wife. "I mean…Buffy! Darling! It's been ssssssooooo long!" Darla swooped down and nearly 'hugged' the life out of the Buffy…she considered it an attempt to kill her. "I've missed you so much!" Buffy finally pulled away from Darla's embrace.
"I'm tired." she announced, "Where can I go to sleep?"
The family didn't ask any more questions. Glory was still shocked, and Darla was busy seething over her stepdaughter's return. Darla practically stomped up the stairs, and threw open the door to Angel's old room. She pulled off all of the white sheets that covered everything, and left the room. She came back with a blanket, and tossed it onto the bed. "You can sleep in Angel's old room." Before leaving the room, she glanced back once at Buffy. Her eyes narrowed as she shot Buffy another glare.
Buffy sighed, and shut the door of the room. Well, that went better than she had expected. She straightened out the blanket on her bed as Xander came in. Buffy smiled as he came and sat on the bed. "I'm glad that you're back Buffy," he said as he sighed, "It's so hard to believe that after all these years…that you're really back." Buffy nodded as she gave him a small smile. "Well…see you in the morning?" he asked as he stood up.
"More like afternoon." she grumbled.
Xander smiled. "I love you Buffy."
"Love you too dad." Xander left the room. Buffy looked around the room. She got up off of her bed, and removed a few more white sheets to discover a hoard of Angel's old paintings. She smiled as she rifled through them. She then got up and sat down at the desk, and searched through the drawers for some paper and a pen. She then proceeded to write.
Angel-Thank you.
Buffy folded it up into an airplane. She wasn't mad at him anymore…he had brought her back home. She smiled as she remembered all those times that he would keep her company or amused while she did chores. He had been there when Spike couldn't. She then went outside onto the small walled balcony. "This is for you," she said into the still dark dawn. She threw the airplane, and it soared over the garden, down the driveway and out into the streets somewhere, satisfied, and worn out, she went back inside, and crawled underneath the covers and fell asleep.
A tall man with brown hair and several duffles and a backpack stepped out of the shadows to reach for the paper airplane. The sight of her coming out on the balcony would be his last and final glimpse of her, at least that was what he promised himself. He opened the airplane and smiled. "You're welcome Buffy…you're welcome." With that he pocketed the airplane, and began to walk down the streets as the sky began to lighten.
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Buffy woke up well into the afternoon. She showered, dressed and came downstairs to find Glory and Xander gone, but Darla sitting outside on the patio practicing her lines again. Buffy really didn't feel like talking to her right now, and just went out the door. She turned on her cell phone and found that Spike had left her three voice messages. She smiled as she listened to them. They all consisted of, "Buffy! Wake up! Bloody hell woman, I got in late too, but look at me! I'm all dressed and at work! I'll fire you! You better come into my office, we need to discuss your 'tardiness.' "
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Buffy caught the bus, and made her way to into the building. She smiled to herself as she rode the elevator to Spike's office. She made her way there without too much hassle. "Fire me? I'd like to see you try." Buffy remarked as she strode into his office. Spike looked up from his desk with a grin.
"About time you showed up Miss Summers."
"Hmph. I need my beauty sleep you know." Buffy retorted.
"It must've worked," he murmured as he stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Nice try, but right now, the way to my heart is to get me something to eat. I'm starving."
"Riley, I'm out for the day." Spike called as Buffy dragged him out the door. Riley chuckled as his best friend went out the door. It was amazing the effect that blonde haired girl had on Spike. He felt someone punch him in the arm, and was about to wallop the person back on the head until he realized that Sam Fisher was in a headlock. ((A/N: Sorry, just had to put in Splinter Cell somehow. ))
"So where are you going to take me?" Buffy asked as they walked downtown together.
Spike ran his free hand through his hair. "Bugger. I would've had time to think about it, and make reservations if necessary if you hadn't dragged me out. I dunno, you still eat anything and everything in sight don't you?"
Buffy glared at him. "Very funny…William."
Spike cringed. "It sounds worse when coming from you."
"So…William…where are we going to go eat?" Buffy asked again.
Spike winced, "Anywhere but that one place with the bad sandwiches."
Buffy laughed. "I still remember that! That was very funny…not only that you had to use the women's-"
"Let's not talk about which loo I had to use pet…how about a fancy restaurant?" Spike suggested as he cleared his throat.
Buffy smirked, "The power of blackmail…" Spike growled, and pulled her into a large and rather upscale café. He didn't really know why they called it a 'café.' He considered it a restaurant AND a café. "I've never been here before," she commented as they sat down at a table next to the window.
"Glad I could introduce you to something new," Spike replied as he browsed the menu. "The Filet Mignon sounds good," he added which was what he ended up getting. Buffy got a pasta of some sort.
"That's gross Spike. Rare?"
"Very rare," he corrected.
"You might as well eat it raw in that case," Buffy grumbled.
"Actually Steak Tar Tar is the raw and ground up version of a filet mignon. It's excellent."
Buffy grimaced. "You're barbaric."
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"You're horrid. I'm never taking you out to eat again," Spike complained as they walked out to his car. It was now evening, and the moon and stars were starting to come out. Spike had a cup of fresh black Colombian coffee, and Buffy had a mocha made with French imported milk chocolate.
"I said thank you!" Buffy protested as she got into the car.
"After I reminded you…I feel crushed luv," Spike told her.
"Stop it. I feel guilty," Buffy commanded as she playfully punched his arm.
"Bollocks. That hurt. You've quite a arm there,"
"Hmph. Should've aimed higher…or lower…"
"That's not funny. Besides, what happened to you feeling guilty?" Spike asked as his blue Jaguar came to a stop at the red traffic light.
"Oh yeah. I came up with a way to make amends…peacefully." Buffy announced. Spike raised an eyebrow, and before he could say, 'Oh?' Buffy leaned over and pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss. She then pulled away much too Spike's dismay.
"Too soon," he muttered.
"Drive." Buffy told him in a mocked serious voice. Spike was about to say 'no' but heard the horns of several cars behind him. Buffy rolled her eyes as she smiled. She laid back in her seat, and before she knew it, she was asleep. Spike squeezed Buffy's hand, and turned his head when he didn't get a response. He saw her asleep, with a few blonde wisps framing her face, and couldn't help but smile.
Buffy cracked her eyes open as the car slowed to a stop in front of the house. Spike had his eyebrows furrowed and didn't seem all too happy. "What's wrong?" she asked sleepily as she sat up and tried to smooth out her hair.
"My mum's here," he replied sullenly.
"What's wrong with that?" she asked, trying to disregard the fact that the last time she saw his mom she had had her thrown out of the amusement park.
"Just the tone of her voice or something. I don't know…but it's not good, I can just feel it." Spike explained. He then turned in his seat to face her, "Buff…you know that no matter what that I love you, and only you right?" Buffy nodded. It felt like he was saying 'good bye.' But he wouldn't…not after they had just found each other. Spike got out of the car, and walked over to the other side to open the door for Buffy. Buffy smiled up at him; he was her knight in shining armor.
They walked up to the house, and walked in. The moment they walked in they were greeted with the sight of Xander, Darla, Glory and Mrs. Cornelius all sitting down in the living room. No one looked very happy. "William!" Mrs. Cornelius announced as they came in and sat down at the empty couch together, "This sort of behavior is outrageous. Where have you been all day?"
"I've been with Buffy." He replied simply as he squeezed her hand tighter.
Buffy glanced at him. He seemed to be more scared than she was. He told her though that there was nothing to worry…right? Mrs. Cornelius snorted. "I told you she is NOTHING but a minx! She's after your money, how do you know for sure that she's Buffy?"
"Don't worry Mum," Spike said sharply, enunciating every single word, "I know for sure that she's Buffy."
"Of course she's Buffy! A few words, a promise or two, and she's Buffy!"
"Molly, calm down," Xander pleaded.
"DON'T SAY THAT ABOUT HER," Spike roared as he stood up.
"Spike…sit down," Buffy begged. A feeling of dread filled her. So this was it…his mother would never accept her…she didn't believe her. Spike refused to sit, "For me?" she added.
Spike sighed, and sat down. "She?! At one word and you're her lap dog!" Mrs. Cornelius shrieked. "Are you going to forget it all?! FORGET THAT YOU'RE ENGAGED TO GLORY?!"
Buffy's eyes widened. 'What?' A thousand thoughts rushed through her head. Had he been playing her? But for what? What did she have that Glory didn't? Buffy's hold on Spike's hand loosened as she stared off into space. She didn't see Darla smirk or Glory smile triumphantly. They had won…she had lost…again…
"Buffy? Buffy luv…you alright?" Spike asked as he continued to tighten his grip on Buffy's hand.
"Oh Mrs. Cornelius…forget the engagement. Those two are in love," Darla cooed, the evil and malicious glint in her eyes were hidden behind a façade of 'love' and sympathy.
"No!" Mrs. Cornelius thundered, "William must learn to keep commitments and promises." Glory fought to keep her face neutral. But as much as she loved seeing Buffy lose again, she couldn't help but notice the look of loss that filled Spike's eyes when his mother mentioned that he was engaged to her. "So what will it be William?" Mrs. Cornelius continued, her eyes flashing.
Spike gave Buffy's unresponsive hand a squeeze and stood up. "The engagement is on," he said. He said it casually, as if it were no big deal. Buffy glared at him, unable to believe that this was happening. He had told her all this 'stuff' about his undying and eternal love, about how much he had missed her, and what was this? He was going to stay engaged to Buffy? "I'll marry the girl I love." Without another word, he left the house, but before he did, he glanced once more at Buffy. Her eyes shined with unshed tears, 'You'll understand Buffy…you'll understand,'
He had hoped that she'd get it. That she'd understand, but the way she acted clearly told him that she hadn't understood what he had been implying or what he was getting it. He sighed, she'd understand soon. His mother came stomping out shortly after him. He drove her home, and the whole way, neither said a single word.
As soon as Spike and Mrs. Cornelius left, Xander followed Darla upstairs to 'comfort' her. Then the house exploded. "Guess you're still the loser," Glory commented smugly as she got up from the couch. She made a move to go upstairs to her room, but Buffy grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her back onto the couch.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Buffy demanded.
"Do what?" Glory asked innocently.
"This…Spike…" Buffy groaned, "You KNOW what I'm talking about!"
"Oh…our engagement?" Glory asked. "Well you heard him. He said that we're still engaged…no one is forcing him…no one is making him do anything. He CHOSE to stay engaged…to me, now if you'll excuse me." Glory brushed Buffy aside, and went upstairs, leaving a heartbroken Buffy behind.
Later that night Xander came into Buffy's room. Buffy was sitting on her bed, just staring off into space, wondering how this had all happened. "It'll be alright," Xander said quietly as he sat down on the bed next to her. Buffy didn't reply. "Things don't always work out the way we want them to," he continued, "You plan to spend the rest of your life with someone, but seems like the man upstairs has something different in mind…" Xander comfortingly patted Buffy's shoulder, and left the room.
Buffy then laid down on the bed, and flipped over onto her stomach. Since the sounds would be muffled, she screamed, and screamed some more. "YOU BASTARD!" she screamed into bed, "WHY DID YOU BRING ME BACK ANGEL!?! WHY?!?!?! YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, YOU WANT ME TO BE HAPPY?! IT'S NOT HAPPENING! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. WHY?!?!?!"
((A/N: Oh…and the happiness does not last…sorry if this chapter is sort of dull and 'droning.' I needed this to make a 'transition' to the things that will happen later…don't worry. Spike's not being a bastard! I swear! You'll see what he's getting too…he's a sneaky blighter. ))