Disclaimer: Not mine, never was. Did amyone see James on Smallville...BOO YEAH
Even now, years later Spike found himself pondering the dark haired slayer. He was about to go into the biggest, and possibly the bloodiest battle in his history and he couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Faith. Had she settled down with the slayer's boy Wood? Had she gone back to being a loner? Had she gone back to jail? Or, God forbid, had she settled down with the whelp? Regardless of what had happened to her, Spike couldn't help but wish they had someone with her fire and skill and love of carnage with them today. He watched Angel confidently heft his sword and say something about taking the dragon flying overhead, but Spike knew none of them were leaving the alley they'd been cornered in. Wolfram and Heart's demon army was just too much for them.
Gun was already wounded, and Illyria was distracted by the death of Wesley, as much as she tried to hide it. Spike knew love's bitch when he saw one and he knew it was going to interfere with staying alive. Sadly he knew that any chance he'd had of running to save his own skin had gone up in a literal puff of smoke the day he'd used the necklace in to close the Hellmouth. He was too much a champion now. Not a poncy champion with too much hair gel like Angel, he thought to himself, but a real badass champion with great hair and a terrifying presence.
The snarling hell demon in front of him didn't really seem to be terrified however. Spike curled his lip into a sneer and hurled himself at it, face vamping out in mid attack. The next few minutes were filled with a flurry of blows, but Spike emerged the victor after snapping the demon's neck. He gave it a kick in the ribs for good measure, and turned around to face his next opponent.
Spike found himself under the attack of a ten foot tall, scaly Abura demon. It tossed him around like a rag doll for a few minutes, giving Spike a view of how the battle was going. Gunn had already fallen, but Illyria was causing massive damage. Spike hit the ground and felt bones break. He looked up, in time to see Angel take a javelin to the chest. Spike felt his blood bond with his grandsire shatter as Angel exploded into a cloud of dust. Involuntary tears came to Spike's eyes and as they burned their treacherous way down his cheeks, he knew them to be blood. Something inside Spike snapped then, and the last thing he remembered before everything went red was seeing a familiar woman with dark curly hair on the back of a dragon.