A/N: Just a short chap to let ye all know i haven't forgotten about this story and i will be updating.
Chapter 6
He wanted to see her more then anything. He could imagine her dark blonde hair in a loose ponytail, wisps of hair poking out from her ears where they could never be settled. He wished he could see how her one hand was rested on her hip in a determined pose which wished to tell the world that she was in charge even if she didn't know what she was doing. That elusion of control was the only thing that held her together at most times. They all looked to her to be their leader and they seemed to forget that she is only a twenty one year old; she should have been in college learning the difference from a kegger and a small party. He wanted to be there for her and yet he wanted to remove himself from the troubled world she inhabited. He was part of the problem that not many people knew existed. He was the problem that made her what she was. He wanted her to be a normal girl with a normal boyfriend and the only problem facing her the choice of outfit she wanted to ware. But she was stuck as a general in a war where she was the only true soldier. There were others who took up the fight but she was the only one with the true power that could fight the evil.
Spike wiped his face slowly doing his best to avoid the tight bandages she had put on. She had been overly gentle treating him. He wondered why? Was it pity for the state he had brought himself too? Was it because she actually meant that she loved him; not that she would ever tell him. He wasn't Angel even now with his soul he could never be as remorseful as the poof. Spike had always seen himself as stronger as a man, vampire, who could face the tragedies that he had caused; he couldn't change them now, even though he saw the blood of a thousand victims on his hands he could never be as guilty Angel. But when he heard the cries the pleas for mercy he ignored it broke his hear. He had killed women children the weak the old. He deserved to die. But she was still here with him he followed her scent slowly as she moved around the room, passion fruit and mango shampoo, the earthy smell she got after a slay and just her very essence. If the room had been filled with a hundred people he could have found her, even if he was blind. As long as he had her would survive. Why was she helping him? She could hear her sobs as he tried to hurt her in the bathroom, why hadn't she just left him to be finished of by some lesser demon?