Chapter III
Spike rubbed his eyes with his hands before slowly opening them, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Was that just a dream? He wondered. He slowly sat up and grunted in pain. Nope, it happened. He thought as he held his hand to his chest. He could still feel the sunlight pouring through his chest, even though it wasn't. Where am I? Spike Suddenly got dizzy and closed his eyes tightly. When he opened his eyes he expected to see the darkness that he had seen before. But to his surprise, he wasn't.
Instead of being shrouded in darkness like he was before, he was surprised to find himself in the middle of a field. I remember this place. Spike thought. It wasn't a big field. It wasn't much bigger than a... A schoolyard. Spike remembered this place. But he didn't want to. He hadn't been to this place since he was a kid.
Spike turned around to see a white building behind him. He walked up to the building and looked in.
Inside he saw two people. A young teacher. And himself. Or, it was himself when he was much younger. The seven year old William Kingston sat on one of the desks, his shirt laid nicely off to the side as the teacher, Mrs. Stapleton, gently cleaned the cuts on his back with a clean rag. Spike remembered her. She was his only sanctuary from his father and the boys from school. When he was with her, was the only time he wasn't tormented. Well, her and his sister, Emly. Spike closed his eyes as he remembered. He didn't want to remember.
After he was sired, he suppressed all of his memories. And he did it for a reason, he didn't want to remember them.
When Spike opened his eyes again, night had come and William and Mrs. Stapelton where gone. He turned away from the window he was looking in and looked around. He was now alone. He walked out of the field and went into an area that was surrounded by trees. He could hear a boys loud crying. Or, wailing was more like it. He walked a little bit further toward the sound before he found its cause. William was sitting by a tree curled up into a ball and was crying in immense pain. But it wasn't from physical pain. It was emotional. Spike walked closer to William and tried to put his hand on his shoulder, but found that he could not. Instead of his hand touching his shoulder, it went right through. Spike shook his head. He couldn't remember why he was crying. Spike noticed that William was looking up in a tree in front of him and looked up. He wished he hadn't and threw up. Now he remembered. Spike, despite his lack of breath, started hyperventilating. Up in the tree was his sister's beaten and mangled body. Their father had murdered her that night, when William hadn't come home. Mrs. Stapelton said that if he wanted he could come to her house for the night, where he would be safe. He had agreed, selfishly not even thinking of his sister and this had been the result. He couldn't live with himself after that. He watched sadly as William got up and started running.
Spike didn't need to follow him, he already knew where he was going. After William was out of site he stood up slowly and started walking toward London Bridge.
He saw William standing on the side of the bridge looking down. William looked down at the notebook in his hand that Mrs. Stapelton had given him and sat down. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and started writing.
'Dear Mrs. Stapelton.
Thank you so much for all you've done for me,
I know there is no way I can repay you, and there is now way I passably could.
I can no longer live with myself for what I have done.
So I'm just writing this letter to thank you and to say Good-bye.
Your loving student, William Kingston.'
He attached the note to the side of the bridge where someone would find it, and give it to her... and jumped. Spike watched as the boy his the water hard. The strong current dragging him under and down the stream. Spike closed his eyes, and shook his head.
Is this hell?