First off, I want to thanks everyone for their reviews. This is the first story that I've really gotten some major reviews for. So, thanks a bunch. There will be a section in this chapter that sounds a little choppy. This is because I had people asking me for more on Gunn being a Vamp, so I added. Sorry if it comes out bad.

Finally, this chapter swiches off between Spike's POV and Angel's POV. It also discloses who is to remain human. There is actually a lot of symbolism in it, and if you would bear with me until after chapter 7 (the final chapter), I will explain it if you do not get it.

That's it then. On with the story.

Holding half a burger in one hand, Conner came out of the room to see what was wrong. He found himself staring at his dad on the ground, and Cordy looking at him. "What did you do to him?" he growled.

"Nothing!" Cordy said.

"Conner, is everything alright out here?" Xander asked as he came out of the room. "What the hell happened here?" he exclaimed, looking at Angel on the ground with Cordy and Conner having what looked like a staring contest.

"That's what I want to know." Conner stated.

"Buffy! Giles! Willow! You had better get out here!" Xander yelled.

"What the hell happened here?" Buffy said as soon as she came out into the hall.

"Exact same words I used." Xander mentioned.

Willow turned to Cordy, her irises no longer visible as her eyes became completly black. "Explain." she ordered.

"We were talking, and all of a sudden, his heart starts up, and he falls over."

"From shock I expect." Giles reasoned.

Buffy hefted up the ex-Vampire and said, "Let's get him to another room." Then, she yelled into the room with Spike in it, "Dawn! Andrew! Watch Spike. Rest of you, come with me."

Gunn and Illyria came out of the room, and closed the door behind them. Illyria started off with the group, but Gunn went towards the stairs. Noticing that he was no longer behind her, Illyria asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm hungry."

"You just ate."

"Not that type of food Illyria."

Illyria nodded. "I understand. I shall inform the rest of our group as to your whereabouts."

"Thanks." he said as she walked away. Then, he turned to go down to the lobby area. Before he could though, there was the noise of a door opening behind him, and he saw Dawn's head poke out. "Hey." he told her.

Startled, Dawn looked over at him, but relaxed when she saw it was just Gunn. "Hey." she responded. "Where you going?"

"Food."

"Mind if I come along?"

He shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The two walked down to the kitchen in silence. As Gunn warmed up a glass of blood, and Dawn made a sandwich, she asked him, "So, what's it like?"

"What?"

"What's it like? Being a Vampire after killing them for so long?"

"Honestly, it's a pain in the ass. I feel like I'm betraling the memonry of my sister. When she was turned, she almost made me one of them, and I staked her because of it. But now, here I am, the thing that I hate most in the world. It's all really come full-circle here. Human, to Vampire killer, to Vampire. Not exactly the path I was planning on taking when I signed up for this gig."

"Gotta be rough." Dawn stated.

"You have no idea." Gunn sighed. "It's like the PTB are saying, 'hey Gunn. You've done a lot for us, and now we're gonna turn you into a Vampire just because we can.' When Spike told me, I was seriously complentating just running outside into the sunlight, and just lettin' it all go. But I didn't. That's the cowards way out, and I ain't no coward. I bear with it, and hope that there's a prophecy about me becoming human again out there too. About all I can do." Gunn was silent after that. In just those sentances, he had summed up all his feelings, and told them toa 17 year old girl, who had proably seen more horrors in Sunnydale, than he had in the last year. He turned to look at her and said, "Look, I'm sorry I told you all that. You don't need to be burdened with my worries too."

"Gunn, it's fine. I've learned to deal. When we had 20 girls in our house at the same time, everyone kep coming to me with their issues. I can take whatever life throws at me." Dawn told him.

"If I had had your intelligence when I was your age, I proably wouldn't have ended up where I am today." He told her.

"The question you have to ask yourself though," Dawn said as she turned to leave, "is that a blessing, or a curse?"

"Why are we always stuck on Spike Watch?" Dawn asked Andrew as she entered the room.

" 'Cause we're the youngest."

"Correction. You're the youngest. I'm 17."

"Actually, it's more like 4."

"What?"

"Look, you appeared when you were 13, right? Well, you're 17 now, so that makes you technically 4."

"Still, I'm tired of doing this. I want to be the one out there fighting demons and killing evil things."

"So, become a Watcher." Andrew suggested.

"Hell no. I don't wanna just watch them fight. Or train them for that matter."

"Lazybums."

"Yep, and damn proud of it."

"Language Dawn!"

"Buffy ain't here, so I can say whatever I want."

"What if I tell her?"

"You wouldn't!" gasped Dawn.

"Oh..." Andrew started, but was quickly stifled by Dawn placing her hand over his mouth. This all quickly disnigrated into a furious wrestling match. It was immedialty stopped though when Spike moaned feverishly and rolled over.

"Do you thinks he's alright?" Dawn asked.

"I don't know."

"Thought Watchers were supposed to know everything."

"We are, but I'm not a full Watcher yet, just an Observer." He smiled weakly at the joke he had made. Dawn caught it, and smiled back as well. Then, she turned back to Spike.

"It would help if we knew what was going on in his mind." she said.

"I know." Andrew sighed. "I know."

Spike's POV

Where am I? Who am I? My eyes open. All I see is blackness. Then comes the light. It blinds me. I try to shout, "Stop! Please!", but nothing comes out. The light is getting worse. I can't see at all. It burns my eyes like fire, and my body as well.

There is a path through the wall of light. I run towards it, only to be seared by a shower of fire that rains down upon me. It burns so much. How it hurts!

Suddenly, it stops. I am back where I started. The cycle of pain never stops. Confusion, light, fire, burning, confusion, light, fire, burning, confusion...

Angel is lucky he doesn't have to go through this. I stop moving. I don't know where that name came from. Who is Angel?

I'm back at the beginning again. What is happening to me? Am I alive, or amI dead? Is this a dream? Or worse, hell? The light comes again. I do not run. I embrace the pain as a release from the confusion.

The light is gone. I wait patiently for it's return. It never comes. I walk in the darkness. There is a light up ahead. I run towards it. Then, I stop. Light means pain and suffereing. I back away from it. I turn the other way.

There is a scream from behind me. I turn to find out where it is coming from. Light. A small voice in my head tells me it's from the light. NO! No more voices! I don't want to be crazy! I rock back and forth. "Stop! Stop!" I yell out. They do not. Light! Light! Light! They keep whispering to me.

I have no choice. Either I will die from the voices, or die from the light. Light is the quicker death. I run towards it. There is a girl laying dead in a pool of blood. I am too late. I start to cry. There is a noise. I look up. The thing that killed the girl is standing there. It wears all black, a trench coat and boots. It has platinum hair and cold blue eyes. I look at myself. The thing is me. I am that monster.

No! I can't be. I never killed anything! I am William! I am William!

Angel's POV

My eyes open. All around me, there is light. I look up. The sun shines down upon me. Why am I not burning up? Am I human?

I am confused. Then the light goes out. I am left in darkness. Red eyes glint out from it. They surround me, and I am scared. There is a growl from behind me. I turn. A thing steps out into the small circle of light that surrounds me. It has horns and scales. What is it? The things jumps at me, screeching. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I am left in silence. I run away from the things. Others come after me. I can't escape. They bring me down, and kill me.

The light is back, and I am confused again. Should I not be dead? Am I going crazy, or am I dreaming? I start walking through the light. Grass appears beneath my feet. Then, toumbstones pop up out of nowhere. Enter the darkness.

I stumble oover a half buried gravestone. I fall into an empty hole. Suddenly, a hand grabs me around the throat. I fight for air. I can not get any. I am going to die again. I don't want to die!

Then, I realize that I don't need to breath. I relax and let the thing attatched to the hand believe I am dead. I attack. Soon, it is dead. The smell of blood fills my nose.

Who am I? What am I? I look at the gravestone. There is blood spattered all over it. My blood. I wipe the name free of it. "Liam." I read. There is no last name. I do not know who I am, so I will take this name for myself. At least, for now anyways, until I find out what I truly am. I shout it out to the sky above. "Liam! My name is Liam!"

"He moved!" Cordy gasped.

"Yes, but barely." Giles said. "I don't think he awake quite yet though."

"Do you suppose he is dreaming?" Illyria asked.

"Whyfore?"

She cocked her head slightly to the left as she replied. "He is mortal. Is that not what you mortals do when you sleep?"

"Well, yeah, but I dunno if Angel can. I mean, he hasn't in, like 200 and some odd years. Does he even know how to?" Xander said.

"Vamps dream. I can vouch for that." Gunn said, coming into the room.

"So, we've determined that Vamps can dream. Anything else?" Conner asked.

"What they dream about?"

"Death, destruction, killing. The usual things that a Vampire does. Although, in Angel's case, it was most likely the death and destruction of demons and saving the helpless I surmise." Giles said.

"And now, what he's going to do now that he's human again." Willow supplied. She turned to Buffy. "Think Spike's dreaming about humanity too?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Spike's strange like that."

Spike's POV

"I am William...William." I pant.

"Keep telling yourself that." says a voice. I turn around, still kneeling on the ground. The girl who was dead was standing, and speaking to me.

I start to rock back and forth. "No crazy. Not crazy. Just ignore the voices. I'm not crazy. Not crazy. Ignore the voices."

"Stop already, will ya?" she commands. I do. "Thank you." Then, she tells me, "Get up." I stand. "Do you know what killed me Spike?"

Spike? Who is she talking to? My name is William. I tell her so. She laughs. "That is your name, yes. But you go as Spike. Everyone calls you that. Do you know what killed me?" she whispers.

"I did." I stammer out.

"No. The monster inside of you did!" she hisses.

Monster inside of me? There is none. I turn and run away. This girl scares me. I hear her calling out. "You can run from me, but never from yourself. Even when you're human, Spike!"

"My name is William. My name is William. William. I am William. I am William." I pant as I run.

Angel's POV

I say my name again. "Liam." It is an intresting name, but I don't know if it's mine.I say it again. "Liam." It is a human name. Should I use it anymore? I don't know if I'm even human. I don't need to breath, but humans do. Am I human?

"Do you wish to be?" says a voice from behind me. I turn to face the speaker. I see that it a young girl. Her question confuses me. Moreover, why is there a young girl like her in a graveyard? "Look around Liam. There is no graveyard."

Can this girl hear my every thought? She laughs at me. "Yes Liam, I can. Now, look around."

I do. I stand in the middleof what looks like a library. It is full of both demons and humans though. Is this where I belong? "No." she says. "You belong nowhere. You are an outcast from both worlds. Neither man nor demon, living nor dead." Then what am I? She points in the direction of a bookshelf and says, "There you will find all your answers." I walk over to the shelf. There must be close to a thousand books here! I will not read for the rest of my existance. I walk back over to the girl.

"Always the impatient one Liam."

It is time to take the next step. If I am not human then... "Don't call me that." I say quietly.

"Why not? Is that not the name you chose for yourself?"

"It is a human name. I am not human."

"True, you are not. So, if not Liam, what will your name be?" I look around the library and see a statue. It is made out of a white material and has wings.

I point to it. "What is that?"

"It's a statue of an Angel."

An Angel. It is an interesting name, but I don't know what they are.

"An Angel is neither living nor dead, human nor demon. They are someting else entirely. Something that must be classified on it's own." the girl tells me.

It is not a human name. An Angel is much like me. Not wholly belonging in one space or another, but existing in them all the very same. Angel. That shall be my name.

"Very well Angel. I ask you your question once again. Do you wish for humanity?"

Humanity. The idea of truly belonging is appealing. But then, as I look around and see the many faces the humans have, I realize something. Humans get old and die. Death. A scary thought. Darkness forever. Those red eyes, glinting at me for the rest of eternity. That is not appealing. No longer do I wish for humanity. I do not want to die. "No." I tell her. She asks me why. "Because I am Angel. I AM ANGEL!"

"I AM ANGEL!" he shouted, sitting up on the bed abruptly.

Cordy was immediatly at his side. "That's right, you are."

"I'm not human." Angel continued.

"What you talkin' about man? Course you are. Heartbeat and everything." Gunn said.

"No, he...he's right. His heart. It...it's not...beating." Cordy said, shocked.

"Does this mean that we then must conclude that the Shanshu Prophecy is fake?" Illyria wanted to know.

"Not nessicarly. Remember, there is still Spike and the question of his humanity to be dealt with." Giles said.

Angel started thrashing about when his rival's name was said. Cordy let go of him, slightly afraid of being hit by his failing appendages. "Shit!" she exclaimed quietly. Everyone looked at her.

Spike bolted upright in the bed. "I am William!" he near shouted.

"Spike, relax. It was just a bad dream." Dawn said, trying to comfort him. It had the opposite effect though.

"Don't call me that! My name is William. Spike is the name of the monster inside of me!"

"William then. Just relax, ok? It was just a dream" Dawn said.

"He killed a girl. I killed a girl. No I didn't. The monster did. But I am the monster." Spike muttered quietly.

"Dawn, Spi...I mean William has gone crazy again." Andrew said.

" I would too if I had just gotten my humanity back. Just give him time to adjust to the fact that he's human again. Come on, he remembers all the shi...stuff he did as the 'Big Bad'. Wouldn't that make you go crazt too?" Dawn explained.

"Yeah you're right. Uhh... who's going to tell Buffy that he's awake?"

"You should. I know what it's like to find out you're one thing when you're used to being another. Plus, he knows me a bit better than he knows you. I can try and comfort him better than you. At least until Buffy gets here."

Andrew nodded. "Alright. I'll be back." Then, he was gone to find the room that everyone else was in.

Meanwhile, somewhere in New York...

A strange looking man got off the parked plane. He took off his sunglasses with his gree-tinged hands, revealing shocking red eyes. He wore a purple hat on his head as well, though as to why indoors was anyone's guess.

There was the ring of a cell phone from somewhere. The man reached into the pocket of his canary yellow shirt and pulled out a small, silver phone. Flipping it open, he began to talk. "Hello. Oh, hey Joe. Yeah, I just landed. Yeah. Hey, uh, listen, it might take me a while, but I'll be over on Broadway sometime today. Just looking out the window here at the airport I can tell the traffic is worse here than it was in LA. Oh, sure. Ok.Toodles."

He walked over to the luggage carosel and picked up two suitcases. The only reminders of a life best forgotten. He walked out of the revolving doors and hailed a cab.

"Radio City." he told the driver as he got in. Noticing the looks he was getting regarding his eyes and skin, he quickly explained them away. "These were the only type of contacts the doc had at the time, and I've got this horrible skin condition that really acts up during flying. The only way that it won't is if I cover myself with this green goop." The cab driver seemed to accept his explination and drove off.

"You new here?" the driver asked.

"Yeah. Came from LA."

"Welcome to NYC, Mr..."

"Lorne." the man supplied. "The name is Lorne."

"Welcome Mr. Lorne."

So, there you have it. The longest chapter in the story. Congrats for making it this far. Only two more to go. OH! And if you thought the dream sequences were kind of jerkily written, it's ok. That's how they were ment to be. Now, I did the hard part. You're turn now to RR.