A/N:Yup, an update, in under a month, scary isn't it To any of you who read Normal Again, just want to apologise again for the short chapter, but I've updated two stories at once, that's gotta at least make up for it slightly?

If I can, and this is a big IF I may update one of my stories this week, however I am going to Germany on monday for a week, so don't expect anything during that time...

Anyway, here is my next update.

It was bloody foggy and there was this awful noise in his ear. He tried to move an arm to get it to go away but he found he couldn't lift either arm, he also couldn't turn over. Well that was never good.

Forcing his way through the fog Spike carefully opened an eye and closed it again when he saw the grinning figure in front of him.

"Aww come on Spikey, don't be a spoilsport" The young vampire's form stiffened as soon as he heard the voice, Angelus was in a playful mood, and that never turned out good for anyone but Angelus himself.

The fog had obviously been caused by being stabbed through bone but there was something else blocking another sense, he sniffed lightly and immediatley a wave of blood hit his senses. He didn't dare open his eyes for what he might find.

"Come on Will, open your eyes, I've got something to show you"

Spike opened his eys once more and they immediatley locked on those of a Slayer in very bad shape. Just the site of her made him feel... he wasn't exactly sure how he felt to tell the truth. He didn't have a soul, the chip stopped him from doing what he wanted, but it didn't stop him wanting the same things so seeing the Slayer in this state should... What? Please him? Entertain him?

Life had been getting more and more confusing recently and he was hardly sure of what he was supposed to think most of the time, he had these two lives and they seemed to have got terribly confused in the last few days, much longer like this and he would go as batty as Dru.

He lifted his head up again and took in the form of the Slayer. She was covered in old and new wounds, fresh blood running down her body. Her arms were tied to a hook in the cieling and he could see the muscles in her legs, trying to hold her form up on her tiptoes to stop herself from dislocating her shoulders.

This in itself had never been an unusual sight for Spike, he had tortured many a human for fun, but this was different. He wasn't exactly sure what it was about it that made it different but there was something. Maybe there was the fact that even though he didn't like her, he still knew her and she had, he had to admit, saved him on more than one occasion. Or it could just be the fact that she was staring him straight in the eye, as if begging him to make him stop it.

It was then it hit him. Buffy was strong, even for a slayer, and she wouldn't be broken into this state in a few hours, there was no way, the physical damage could maybe done that quickly, but she was practically begging him, there was no way that she would be reduced to that state so quickly, which could mean only one thing.

"Just exactly how long have I been out?" He aimed the question at Angelus though his eyes never left those of the Slayer.

"Oh only a week or so" Angelus said absently he acted like he was studying the artwork he had made of the latest Slayer, but he was concentrating on all of his Childe's emotions, without actually looking at him.

"What?" Spike sat up straight... or at least tried to, until he realised he was still tied to a bed. He looked around at the other Scoobies, looking for ocnfirmation that Angelus was lying to him, but he knew it was the truth, there was no other way Buffy would be in the state she was unless he had been unconcious for that long.

He looked back up at the Slayer, in the condition she was in she had maybe 24 hours at the best, and that was if Angelus left her alone, which was highly unlikely. Looking back towards her little gang of followers he saw her expression was repeated in their eyes, they wanted him to help her.

Him, William the Bloody, slayer or slayers, they were looking to him to save her and as ridiculous as the idea sounded... They had taken him in, yes they had tied him to a chair and a bath tub, but they could have left him outside to fry, or stake him when he had no means of defending himself, but they kept him fed and even let him watch Passions.

And although he had helped them out and saved their lives, they had saved his life more than once, he owed them and they knew it. He looked up into Angelus' eyes and he knew he was expected to make a decision.

Decision. Stupid word if you asked him, there was no way that this could be counted as an actual decision and they all knew it, he didn't have a choice, everyone knew how he would answer the unspoken question, the only unsure thing was if Angelus would keep his end of the bargain.

He was startled out of his thoughts by Angelus untying him. He sat up slowly and found that the pain in his shoulder had faded to a dull ache, there was no way he could have done that without his Sire's blood.

Angelus cared about him, he knew that, in his own way. He was Angelus' propety, and Angelus took care of what was his, as long as it behaved. He had many good times with Angelus, which he would gladly go back to, but there were also other times, did he really want to go back to being an 'it'again, just for the odd happy moment and a Slayer's life?

Slowly he stood up, steadying himself on the bed, before lowering himself onto his knees and bowing his head against Angelus' knee.

"Sire"