It had been days since Spike had gotten a full night sleep. He kept having weird dreams, dreams of people he killed, and one girl stuck out the most. He'd never had dreams like this before. He could almost taste the blood in his mouth, the same taste as that night he bit her. He was restless and overly tired, Italy was nicer then he remembered, the people friendlier, but he was still unable to enjoy it.
He thought about getting up, he knew Buffy was, he heard her out and about an hour before. Sometimes he still had trouble talking to her, he thought she had the same problems, though neither would ever admit it.
When Spike reached the living room Buffy had a cup of tea in her hand and was standing on the balcony looking out.
"Buffy, what are you doing up?" He asked even though he knew the answer. It was making a good icebreaker he thought.
She turned and saw him then turned back.
"Can't sleep, just having one of those nights." She brushed off.
"You've been having one of those nights a lot lately…since I got here." He informed her.
"How do you know?"
"Because I'm up too. I think we should talk."
"I don't really feel like talking right now."
"I really don't either, just thought I should get that out in the open for future references." He smiled and so did she. "Do you mind if I sit out here with ya, I won't talk to you I promise." He put his hands up surrendering.
"Yes, you can stay out here. I almost have always enjoyed your company."
"Well, I'm gonna mark that as a good thing."
"You should." She reassured him."
Spike sat down in one of the chairs and put his feet up on the railing.
"So what do you think of Italy so far?" Buffy asked.
"Well, it better then-" Something in his brain triggered vision with a migraine.
"Please, I'm begging you, stop." She cried, the tears had turned the dirt on her face into a mud like substance. A hand slapped her forcefully.
"Shut up you stupid git." A new voice harshly spoke.
She screamed and a vampire grabbed her roughly and bit into her shoulder. Spike, bit her. She let out on more cry as her face paled.
"Spike-" A female voice said.
"Spike, are you ok?" Buffy asked, bringing him out of it.
"What?" He asked realizing where he was.
"Are you ok? You were talking then you just fell, and there was a little drool."
"Yeah, I'm fine, I think I'm gonna go back to sleep, or do something." He said getting up.
"Are you gonna be ok?" Buffy asked concerned.
"I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Buffy, I'll be fine." He said a little harsher.
Spike went back into his room and closed the door sliding down until he sat on the ground where he held his head in his hands and cried.