(A/N... Ok I know that in Fool for Love Spike came close to crying, but he didn't actually cry so that doesn't count... oh and by the way... has anyone noticed when he started picking up the money there was a silver voice box attached to the back of James' pants?)

Chapter IX, Alone on the battle field, surrounded by death,

Present day.

"H-He actually r-raped you." Tara asked. Spike nodded.

"More times than I'd like to count." He said. "The first time was the only time I cried though. I havn't cried on over 126 years." Buffy was leaning back against Riley, a few tears running down her face.

"Thats so sad." She said. "I mean... who does something like that?"

"I can see why your scared of him." Said Riley, who was now sympathetic for the vampire.

"That's not the reason I'm scared of him. That's one of the reasons, but not the only."

China 1900, Boxer Rebellion,

Spike looked down at the slayer in his arms and smiled.

"Sorry love, I don't speak chinese." He said and threw her down on the floor, whiping the blood from his lips. He heard someone start clapping and looked up to see Methalious come out of the shadows.

"Good job my boy." He smiled. "Your turning into a more powerful worrior than I could have imagined." For the past sixteen years Methalious had trained, built, William to be the most powerful vampire in the world. Next to him, of course. Methalious would never allow William to surpass him. William stood up straight and morphed back into his normal face.

"Thank you master." He said. Methalious smiled. It still gave him a little thrill hearing such a powerful creature call him master.

"I've trained you well." He said.

"That you have master." Methalious walked up to William and pointed to the wall. William nodded and put his hand on the wall, alowing Methlious to pull down his pants and undo his own.

Present day.

"So did he force you to kill that slayer or did you do that on your own accord?" Giles asked.

"He forced me to." Spike said. "He had a way of uh... Persuading... me into doing things." Spike said.

"I take it by persuading, you mean torturing." Spike nodded.

"That amung other things."

"So how long were you with Methalious?" Riley asked.

"Longer than I'd have liked," Spike said and shook his head. "About thirty years. I ran into Dru sometime around 1914 and ran away from him. I heard rumors that he was looking for me, thats why me and Dru were always on the go. But I guess he heard I was staying on the hell mouth, he came back." He sighed. "After I ran away, me and Dru continued looking for Angelus. Sometimes I'd stay out so long looking for him I'd barely make it back in time before getting scortched by the sun." He laughed inwardly. "You have no idea how happy I was to see he was still alive." He said, laying his head back against the couch, almost talking to himself. "I went to go see him a few times, not letting him see me. I knew after that night he wouldn't want to. I'd changed and I knew he didn't like it. And... after I was in that wheel chair... and he turned back into Angelus... well... his demon just snapped." He said. "He made fun of me any chance he got. Made my life a living hell so to speak." Everyone was looking at anything but Spike. They had never known this side of Spike. No one did, except himself.

"Does Angel know what you went through after he left." Spike shook his head.

"Never asked." He said looking over at her.

"What kind of things did he do when he came back?" Giles asked. Spike sighed and looked at him.

"Do you really want to know?" Everyone nodded. Spike nodded.

"Ok."

TBC... (8) Kid nap the sandy claws lock him in a box, bury him for ninty years, then see if he talks(8)... oh sorry, uh... aw what ever Just R&R PLZ...