Title: With Every Decision

Genre: Drama/Angst/Horror

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Spoilers: Read the Prologue.

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Spike dropped the box of kittens as soon as he heard Buffy's scream. He'd been having a good night, winning four games of poker with out even cheating. Now with the slayer coming around like she is, he knows things will be all right. She'll change eventually he knows she will. All he needs to do is be kind and give her time. Till then, the sex was great, but hearing his slayer scream out in pain was a way to ruin his good mood. He raced towards the source of the scream; it was becoming apparent that the scream was from his crypt.

'What the bloody hell.' Spike thought. 'Why is she at my crypt? Oh…yeah, never mind. Who the hell was at my crypt waiting for her!' He continued to think, his legs moving faster than ever before. Once the closed crypt door came into his sight he leapt at it, busting right into it. The door swung open with a ferocious might, but Spike was pushed back ten feet.

"Bugger." Spike groaned as he perched himself up on his elbows. He cleared his head by shaking it and looked through the crypt door. The sight before him was puzzling and horrifying.

There in the middle of the crypt was him, staring back with a half conscious and bloody Buffy underneath him.

Spike just stared at his double, confused till the urgency of the situation clicked.

"Buffy!" Spike screamed in fear. Jumping to his feet Spike begin running towards the doorway once again, and once again he bounced off. A blue barrier flickered for a moment then disappeared. He jumped up and started pounding on the invisible barrier, a blue flicker appear every time his fist met the force.

"Buffy! Luv! Fight back! BUFFY!" He screamed an agonizing scream, his very bones crunching against the barrier.

The past Spike grinned at his future self.

"Well, pet. Here's your knight in shining armor. Don't know what you did to me to make such a ponce, but I think that's about to be rectified. Goodnight, Slayer." Past Spike whispered into her ear and bit down again. Quickly he was draining the last of the slayers blood.

Spike's punches slowed, the pain from his broken knuckles unbearable. The sight of his slayer dying by his hands was much worse.

"Buffy." He whispered as his fist slowed, too weak to do much else. Too sad to keep fighting. He leans against the blue barrier and starts sliding down to his knees. "Buffy." He quietly whispers. "Fight back."

Buffy opens her eyes; a look of pain mars her face, yet a serene peacefulness fills her eyes.

"Spike." She whispers so low, if that anyone but a vampire was in the room, they wouldn't be able to hear her.

"I'm going back." She begins to smile; a sadness now hits her eyes. "I'm glad it was you." She still whispers, fading as the black consumes her. "I…love you." Her dying breath admits her hearts truth. And then she's gone.

The past Spike drops her shocked, his body still as the revelation haunts him. He just killed someone who loved him. He didn't know, to him it was just a slayer, to his future she seemed to be much more. He looked up his mouth agape, his eyes glossy from tears.

"I…I didn't know." Was all he said before he once again blinked out of existence.

The blue barrier broke and Spike fell to the ground. He laid there unmoving, afraid to look up, afraid it'd be true.

Angel just stares at her form, shocked beyond words. His body moves slightly, vibrating in place. And finally it comes; he breaks the spell by will. An agonizing guttural scream tears through his throat as he falls out of the chair. He can feel his heart shatter into a million pieces, reform and shatter again. His hands reaching for his beloved, but they go through. Still just a viewer, still can't interfere.

TBC…