Tell Me When It Hurts

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Summary: What if the demon in the cave had done what Spike wanted and removed the chip and didn't give him a soul?

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A/N: This is a dark fic dwelling on my theory that Spike didn't want his soul back when he went to Africa. It is not a Spuffy fic. You have been warned.

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"You've endured all the required trials." The demon intoned.

"Bloody right I have." Spike growled. He pulled himself up painfully into a kneeling position.

"Now give me what I came for. Make me what I was. So Buffy will get what she deserves." Spike demanded that his wish be fulfilled.

Spike felt a clawed hand come to rest on the top of his head. He felt a blinding pain shoot through his brain seconds before he passed out.

Two months later….

Spike lurked outside the Bronze watching for Buffy and her little friends. He was back and he was ready to give her what she deserved. As always, she was surrounded by her gang of white-hatted do-gooders. He sneered as he lit another cigarette and silently followed her home. He could wait, he'd waited this long.

The next night.

In his crypt, he checked to make sure everything was ready. He'd spent a lot of time getting together all the special items he'd wanted. Pleased with the setting, he left to collect the slayer.

Buffy wandered through the cemetery slowly. For what seemed like the millionth time she wondered where Spike had gotten to. She felt a familiar tingle and smiled as she recognized the feeling she always got when Spike was around. She grinned when his familiar figure stepped out from behind a tree.

"Slayer." His voice sent a shiver down her spine.

"Spike." The sound of her voice made his skin crawl. She walked boldly up to him and gazed into his face. She didn't even see the stun gun before he sent the bolts of electricity into her body, knocking her unconscious.

She groaned as she regained her senses. She shifted. The sound of chains brought her fully awake as she realized that she'd been in this position before. She looked around in disbelief. She couldn't figure out why she was chained in the lower level of Spike's crypt. A cold breezed drifted across her skin making her aware that she had been stripped down to her underwear. She couldn't see Spike but she sensed that he was near.

"Spike? What are you doing?" She demanded rather shakily. An uneasy feeling was settling in the pit of her stomach.

"Nothing special, Pet." The blond vampire answered silkily. He stepped into her line of sight. He had a strip of cloth in his hand. He sauntered up to her and tied it around her face, gagging her. He stepped back with a smirk. He picked up something from the bed. Her green eyes widened when she realized what it was.

"Now, Luv." His voice was a caress. He snapped the whip. "Tell me when it hurts."

Finis