Buffy woke up at 3:15 in the morning. Rolling over she noticed something odd about the wall beside her closet. There was a black shadow about six feet tall that looked like it belonged to a human. Her body froze. Why did she let her imagination run wild like this? Staring at the shadow only made the shadow look more three dimensional, and where the head would be appeared to be facing her. She thought she saw a glimmer of bleached white-blonde hair in the moonlight. Spike. Her mind was reeling. She could see him on top of her riping at her robe like it was yesterday. She had let him touch her, let him in, and he couldn't stop himself from taking what he wanted beacuse he was a demon. Vampires are demons, even if it is only partly, it is the demon that controls the body. She would never let Spike get that close to her again.
Buffy's body came back to life suddenly, and when she had made it to her feet the shadow was gone. She was trembling. When Buffy crawled back in her bed, she looked back at the spot she had seen the shadow before. It was back.
The shadow was in the exact spot that it was at before. The shadowy face facing hers, watching. The silence was deafening. All she could do was stare back.
