Chapter 6: All I Have Left is Memories

Sunnydale...


1 year later…

The graveyard was all quiet. The moon was high and shined over the names on the tombstones, and a cool spring breeze paste through the trees.

All of a sudden a hand shot up out the ground of a fresh grave, and after a few moments the whole body of the corpse was standing. He looked around his area with a "game face" on and growled.

"You know…" a voice made the vampires look around to see who was speaking. He finally laid eyes on the top of a crypt where the young twenty year old Elizabeth stood.

Elizabeth the Vampire Slayer, formally known as Buffy Summers was standing on top of a crypt with grace and confidence. All of her face was written 'I mean business'.

"…you took your bloody time getting out that coffin and I almost fell asleep waiting for you to rise…AND I'm missing American Idol!" Elizabeth said.

The vampire let out a growl and Elizabeth jumped down off the roof of the crypt and started fighting. After three punches she pulled out her shake and rammed it into the chest of the vampire. He instantly burst into dust and his ashes landing on Elizabeth. She brushed herself off and put her stake back into her pocket.

'Bloody?' was the first thought that popped into her mind. 'Bloody…I never say bloody.' Elizabeth though to herself. She concluded that she must be spending too much time with Giles and she had picked up a few British words.

Elizabeth looked around the cemetery one last time before exiting the graveyard. The night didn't seem to hold much action so she decided she would call it a night.

Elizabeth walked into her one bedroom apartment and pulled her jacket off. She noticed that her right arm had a large bruise that was starting to from. 'That vamp must have gotten one lucky shot.' Elizabeth thought while examining her bruise.

She collapsed into her comfy couch and turned on her TV. 'Just an average Saturday night.' Elizabeth though and watched the end of a Dawson's Creek rerun.

New York

Life was a schedule to Spike. He had college classes, food, friends, and family and he all put them in his own little schedule. He made sure he kept as busy as possible the last couple of months. It was his goal to not let the pain come to the surface and take over. Many times he came close to losing it, giving up, but then he just remembered he had a schedule to keep and mostly everything would fall into place.

For six months Spike lived in Los Angeles. He investigated, he searched, and he prayed that something would happen, that there was a clue as to what happened to his lost girl. His lost everything.

Spike was not the only one on solving Buffy's disappearance, every one of Buffy's friends and family were out on the West Coast for four months trying to work together to bring back there girl. However, day by day went by and the volunteers in searching for Buffy Summers decreased.

Mostly the loss of hope was an issue for most. Everyone just added Buffy into the statistics of missing persons, they thought it was better to move on with there life.

Spike was the last to leave L.A. Everyone told him it wasn't "giving up…it's being realistic." However, Spike didn't accept. God brought him this beautiful girl of his dreams and accepting that she was gone was not comprehendible.

When he got back to New York and decided to start school even though he had a strange feeling that Buffy was still in the world somewhere alive.

"Hey man…" Angel walked into his dorm and greeted Spike.

"Hi." Spike said softly and turned back and worked on his studies.

"Come girl hunting with me." Angel said.

"No thanks." Spike simply said.

Angel walked over to Spike and shut his opened book, "You're coming."

"I was reading that you stupid git!" Spike yelled back at Angel.

"You have been reading nonstop for days…come and have fun…unless, you can find a way for girls to be turned on by you sitting there not saying a word and skimming words." Angel said.

"You go…I'm tired." Spike said and went over and lay on his bed.

"Listen man…" Angel put on his sensitive face on, "this is not good for you…she's gone, its time to live." Angel said quietly and all Spike did was stare at Angel and then turn away.

Angel shook his head and sighed. He decided to let Spike be stubborn and go alone to clubs and parties.

"Fine…have your Saturday night alone like you like it." Angel mumbled and shut the door behind him.

Spike closed his eyes after Angel left and started to remember. Everyday he closed his eyes and there she was, haunting him. Whenever he shut his eyes he remembered a certain moment, a reflection back to a time when he saw the girl he loved everyday.

1995

The Smash Club

The club was packed full of young teens that were dancing to the new music group for the evening. Spike and Oz walked into the entrance of the club. They were fifteen years old and ready for some girl action.

"What are you going to do if your dad catches you're gone?" Oz turned to Spike.

"Who cares, he doesn't…" Spike said and skimmed the crowd.

"You'll start to care when you won't get car privileges when you turn sixteen." Oz said.

"You know me…whatever I see, I take…getting the car won't be too hard." Spike said.

They started to walk through the groups of people and spotted there friend Xander and his new girlfriend, Cordelia, sitting at a table chatting and getting close.

"Hey Whelp…" Spike said and took a seat next to Xander.

"Hey Captain Peroxide", Xander said casually.

"Hello Spike" Cordelia said with an annoying tone. She liked Xander's friends but she sometimes just wanted to be alone with Xander. She looked around the Bronze to see if she could get her friends to get rid of Oz and Spike. "Have you met my friends…Buffy and Willow?"

"Nope." Spike said and grabbed Xander's drink and started to drink.

"Well, haven't you heard of them around school?" Cordelia asked.

"Nope." Spike said.

"Hey Cordy!" a girl came up to the group. She had red hair.

As soon as Oz heard the voice he turned and saw a cute little red hair come through the crowd. He smiled at her instantly. The red hair didn't seem to notice Oz at first.

"Willow where's Buffy?" Cordelia asked.

"Around somewhere." Willow said.

"Well this is Spike and Oz." Cordelia pointed out.

Willow turned an smiled at Spike and Oz. Then she noticed the short guy that went by "Oz" was totally checking her out. She got all nervous and shaky; she never had boys checking her out.

"Hi." Willow said shyly.

"Hi…sit down." Oz said without taking his eyes off her.

She looked around the table, "Oh…there is no more seats." She said.

"Have Spike's." Oz started to push Spike out of his chair.

"Hey…hey! Alright already." Spike said and got off the chair, "No reason to get violent." He got up off the chair and started to walk away from his two pals that have been overtaken by girls.

Spike headed over to the bar and ordered a coke.

"Some pals…push a friend right out of his seat." Spike mumbled. Spike had enough of girls; they didn't seem to get him at all. Spike's last relationship with a Drusilla McArthur had him being the victim of a relationship break up, and it was also his first long term girlfriend, which made feel even worse. Ever since his heartbreak Spike though twice before he asked a girl to go out on a date, to dance, or even for a pencil.

"You look like your having fun." A girl laughed her sarcastic comment at Spike. The words seemed to come out of no where for Spike.

"I just want to be left alone—", Spike turned to the voice and stopped in mid sentence, "Hi." There stood a blonde haired girl in a casual jeans and a tank top. Spike's first thought that popped into his head was, 'She smells like a meadow.'

"Hi…" the girl giggled and walked a little closer.

"Well…who may I ask are you, luv?" Spike asked.

"I'm Buffy Summers…and who might you be…luv?" Buffy decided through back Spike's own pet name on him.

"I'm William..." Spike said softly but then cleared his throat to act all cool and calm again, "But call me Spike."

"I know…I've seen you around school." Buffy said and leaned against the bar.

"Have you?" Spike smirked.

"Well how could I not spot you down the hall with that hair?" She nodded to Spike's bleached locks.

Spike smiled at Buffy. 'This girl is sassy.' Spike thought to himself, '…and I love it.'

Present

Spike opened his eyes and noticed he was no longer in the club with Buffy but in his dorm room alone with tears streaming down his cheek. It was the first time in a long time he had a good cry and at that moment he decided he was going to let it all out. He cried for hundreds of reasons but the one particular reason that came to mind was that Spike knew all he had left was memories of Buffy, and to him that wasn't good enough.

TBC..