It was good to have all my friends here with me. Oz, Tara, Willow, Dawn and Spike. We were all comforting each other and some how I knew that everything was going to be okay, the worst was over.

WHOOOSH! "What the..!" Spike was lifted into a whirlwind and started spinning around. "Spike!" I yelled and tried to pull him down. The others tried to help but the wind was too strong. He disappeared into the ceiling. Where was he going?

I wanted to scream, but I stayed calm for Buffy and Willow's sake. They looked frightened. Buffy was hysterical. I didn't know what to do. So I did the first thing that came to mind, a spell.

I threw everything off a nearby table then ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and some herbs.

I out the materials on the table and went to my purse, opened it and pulled out some potions, bea sprouts and matches. I went back to the table hoping I would be able to put a spell together before Spike could get hurt, or worse killed.

It all happened so suddenly, one minute I was standing, talking with Buffy, the next I was pulled through the ceiling and transported here. Where here was I don't have a clue. All I know is its dark, damp and I don't like it. There's something familiar in this place, I can feel it in my blood. It's like something from my past. I just can't put my finger on it.

Just as those thoughts passed through my mind, I caught sight of a shadow pass by. Then I saw her. She stepped out of the shadows and revealed herself to me.

"Drusilla!" I yelled.

"Hello my dear Spike. It has been so long since I've seen you. I've missed you. The stars have told me that we will be together now forever." She stopped talking and grabbed a bottle off of a table. It had a blue liquid in it.

"Dru, you broke up with me and I don't want you anymore."

"Shut Up!" She grabbed my hair and pulled my head toward her. "You miss me don't you, I know you do. I was wrong to break it off with you. Besides if you don't agree to be with me forever, in about ten minutes you'll be banished to Hell."

"Liar! You don't have the power to do that."

"Yes I do. The only thing that'll stop you from leaving is this potion. And before you begin to think that you can say yes and the leave me you're wrong. If at any moment you leave me, your pretty slayer will be sent to Hell. So you have about five minutes. Now what is your choice?"

"If I say no what happens then?" I had to make sure that nothing would happen to the others.

"You'll suffer in Hell!" She paused. "I know what you're thinking. Your friends will be safe, the spell is only intended for you."

"Then you know my answer!"

"Fool! Spike, going to Hell will solve nothing. I love you!" Drusilla looked at me with wild eyes.

"I'd rather spend an eternity in Hell, then an eternity with you!" Drusilla through the bottle and it shattered on the floor.

"Fine, got to Hell!"

The ground opened and I could feel a scorching heat against my skin. I was going to Hell, and Buffy wasn't even going to know.

The ground continued to open and Spike gave one last scream, but to Drusilla's dismay it wasn't what she wanted to hear. "BUFFY! I LOVE YOU!"

I fell to the floor, letting out a huge scream. It felt as though a part of me was ripped out. I knew that Spike was gone, and I knew that he had sacrificed himself to save the rest of us. Why is it that whenever I fall in love with someone they had to either die, go away or go evil?

I stood up and walked over to where Tara was doing the spell.

"Stop." I said as tears flowed down my cheeks. "It's too late. He's gone."

Tara looked at me as she blew out the candles and incense. "I'm sorry. How do you know?" She said sympathetically.

"I just know," I stated, trying hard not to snap at anybody. Angel walked over to me and pulled me into his arms. I began to openly weep.

"Why? Why Spike?"

"I don't know. But we'll find whoever did this and take revenge. We're here to help you." Angel said soothingly.

"These last few days have been a living Hell for you guys. First Anya, then Xander, now Spike. Something out there wants to screw up you lives," Fred spoke up from behind.

"Whatever it is, I'll take care of it and they'll be sorry they killed my boyfriend." I stated firmly.