A/N: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed. Special thanks to Cordeia_lolly, Ragemoon, and buffspike. Not only did they read chap 1, they even came back for chap 2! Thanks so much. Spike fans may enjoy a poem I wrote about the Big Bad called Love Is Dead. Check it out if you want. ON TO THE STORY!!!!!!!

Godfather – Chapter Three

I heard the police station door open again and tried to get out of sight. I cried out in pain. I couldn't move. I heard footsteps approaching the head of the alley and looked up cautiously. Buffy! She hadn't confessed. She looked at me and our eyes locked. An emotion I couldn't read flashed across her face for a split second. Then she turned and walked away. After a few seconds I heard her break into a run. I'm amazed I can hear anything at all over the pounding in my head and the ringing in my ears.

After a few minutes I had enough strength to crawl into the darkness. Like a chameleon, my body blended into the darkness, the demon blood in me using my body's magic to wrap the shadows around me. It's amazing what you can do if you're a vampire. Being a supernatural creature, in other words a magical being, really does have its benefits.

After about half an hour rats started to crawl up to me, and on me. One crawled onto my face and bit my tongue. 'Going for the juicy bit ay mate?' I though. The rat stuck his entire head in my mouth, trying to rip my tongue out and scamper off before his brothers and sisters could get a chance.

To the rat's annoyance, he couldn't rip my tongue out. He crawled into my mouth to gnaw at the roots. Nearly half his body is now in my mouth. I can feel his teeth biting my tongue franticly.

Without thinking I vamped and bit the rat. He squeaked in terror then went limp as his spine was shattered. The chip shocked me for hurting a living creature that wasn't some kind of demon, but it didn't make a difference. My mind didn't care either way, but my body did. Survival is the strongest instinct in any creature. Even the dead want to continue their existence.

The blood flowed into my mouth and spilled down my chin. I swallowed greedily, then spat it out. 'I will not lower myself anymore than I already have by eating rats!' I though, furious at myself. 'I won't become anymore like that bastard Angel! I won't!'

But it was so good. It's been over two years since I've tasted hot, fresh blood. No! I refuse to do it. I growled angrily and forced my batted body to stand. The rats had scampered off and gone into hiding. Good.

I staggered out of the alley like a homeless drunk, and somehow made it home. Luckily no one who might have a grudge against me, which is practically every demon in town, saw me. I just wanted to crawl into my bed, sleep, and never wake up. But I knew I couldn't, not yet. I stumbled over to the fridge and drained seven packets of blood. They were cold and stale, but they were better than nothing. And rats. Finally, I went to bed.

As I lay there, I wondered why Buffy decided not to confess. I knew it wasn't because of me. I'd let her beat me for nothing. In that alley, I was scared I was going to die. I didn't even realise it until now. I thought she was going to kill me. It's been a long time since I was truly afraid for my life. Bitch. But even after all that, my feelings for her haven't changed. I still love her. My last thought, before falling into a troubled sleep, was 'Spike, you are such a fucking idiot.'