Saving Spike

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"Spike? What is it," Xander asked gently, surprising himself.

"It's just…no…never mind. Doesn't matter. I thought for a moment…but I was looking from outside in of the picture that I'm not in because I'm a vampire and don't photograph. Maybe I should take up sketching. I might stay in place then, but Sire would just rip it up. And the other people wouldn't stay still anyway. They'd move around and shift like static on a telly. So like I said…It doesn't matter."

Xander wasn't sure why that statement hit him so hard, but it did, and it felt like a punch to the gut. He knew within that instant that he must do everything in his power to help the blonde vampire he used to hate.

Chapter 3

Things That Aren't There

"Spike, I think I should get you out of here. Maybe a little fresh air will help clear your head. C'mon. Let's go outside," Xander said trying to get Spike out of the basement in hope of leaving the strangeness behind.

"Can't leave. They won't let me. Where did Buffy go?"

Xander frowned. "Buffy's at home with Dawn. She was never here Spike. Neither were Deadboy or Drusilla. It's all in your head. Or it might be a spell. I'll see if Willow can help. But right now I think it would be best if you came with me. I'm sure the sun is set by now. So come on."

"No no no no. Can't leave. He'll get mad. Blood will sing to blood. And he'll know I've been bad. Didn't you know? I'm one of the White Hats now, so I have to be good. No more Big Bad. Who was he? Not me. You should go Xander. It's not safe for you here. She called you her Kitten once, my Dru. Do you want to end up like the other kittens?" Spike asked loudly and with tears down his cheek as he finished by shaking Xander.

"Spike, please try and calm down. No one is going to get hurt here, I promise. Drusilla isn't even in America, and Angel is still in LA. And Buffy would never hurt you, so…"

"Never hurt me. Right. She's a bloody angel is what she is. An angel with talons and fangs and a wooden spear to shove into my bleeding heart. She's an angel all right, as much of an angel as my bloody poof of a Sire is…Ahhh!"

Spike clutched painfully at his head. "I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I'll be good! Please stop! Please. I'll be good your good boy again Sire. I'll be your good boy. Won't speak unless asked a question. Promise Sire. Won't speak unless you let me. I'll be good."

Xander watched in fear as Spike cowered on the floor before someone who wasn't there. And the things he was saying. He knew he had to put a stop to it. Rushing forward, he grabbed Spike and hefted him over his shoulder. He was surprisingly light. Must not be getting enough blood. And so Xander carried Spike up kicking and screaming out of the school.

About an hour and some serious bruises later, Xander finally got himself and Spike back to his house. Tucking a finally exhausted Spike into his bed for some sleep, and desperately wishing he could do the same, as he was one tired and painfully sore hombre, Xander took out his address book and dialed a number on his phone.

"Hello, Giles? It's Xander. I need your help."

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