The soul that he now had left scars on Spike, scars that had since faded…all but one, the 21-year-old girl that he tortured and killed while her family watched. The girl he loved.

Before Cecily there was Anna…sweet Anna Court, who Spike – then William- had known as a child growing up. If it was even possible he may have loved her more then Buffy.

They talked about marriage and spending the rest of their lived together, until they were torn apart…

Anna was to be married to another, to a Frenchman who her parents had convinced to wed her and secure her future, something they didn't think William could do. He was a romantic and a poet, although not a very good one. He had earned the nickname "William the Bloody" Because it was so awful.

The Courts didn't oppose William as a man only as a husband.

When Anna got the news it felt as if her heart was carved out. It killed her to tell William. There were tears from both of them. They discussed running away, but William didn't want to leave his mother and she was too ill to travel.

Anna even seriously thought of murder, to kill the Frenchman, but William had advised against it. She kept it to herself but she also thought of the option to committed suicide. The only thing was William would be devastated and then kill him self leaving his mother on her own. There was no way out. The wedding was happening and they couldn't stop it. Then Anna would move to France and never see William again. The wedding was three weeks away and they spent all their time together, Anna had her mother make all the arrangements she would just show up. Her mother felt for her, she truly did, she would rather see her daughter poor and happy, then rich and unhappy, but her father was not a very convincing man. William went to him and begged to marry her, insisted upon it that Anna would never find true happiness with the Frenchman. He was only dismissed.

The things he had done to her, he didn't even remember why he killed her. Was it because he was angry or because he had no soul or no recognition about their love? What ever it was it was eating Spike alive, and he didn't understand why now, after all these years its starting to haunt him, he had his soul for over two years and he thought he remembered everything.

"Spike?" A voice said through the door knocking on it. "Are you awake?" It was Buffy. "I'm gonna go out and patrol now, are you coming out any time soon, like say before I leave?"

He still didn't answer.

"Spike, are in there?" when he still didn't answer she cracked the door and peeked in only to hear a slam on the other side.

"I'm fine, don't come in…I'm…I'm not dressed." He lied.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before Spike, why are you hiding in here?" She went to open the door again and was stopped once more.

"Buffy, please, just go and patrol, I'll be out soon, I'm not feeling very well right now."

Buffy knew that vampires didn't get sick, but she dropped the subject.

"Ok, see you later then?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure." He didn't sound convincing.

After two knocks on the door Anna Bublé opened it and couldn't believe who was standing in front of her.

"William, what are you doing here?" She was shocked. It had been two years since she last saw him.

"I…had to find you Anna, we're not over you and me." He said standing in the doorway. "Is he home?"

"No, William, I can't do this-"

"Can I come in, just to talk, catch up?"

Anna hesitated." Yes, but you must be quite, my parents are asleep as well as Will."

He smiled and walked in. "Who's Will."

She shut the door and turned to him. "He's my son."

"You named him after me?"

"…Yes, this way no matter what I'd never forget you." Anna was getting caught up in the moment and memories. "William, you can't stay long Forté will be home soon." She remembered.

"His names Forté? What a wanker." William smiled.

Anna thought that William was acting funny. "You know William, it's late why don't you come by tomorrow, when Forté's at work, we'll have tea, and talk about things…everything." Tears were welling him her bright blue eyes.

"Sorry, love that won't work. Got myself a really nasty problem with the sun now days, makes me burst into flames and such." He wasn't looking at her but knew she was terrified.

She looked at him and didn't see the man she loved. " Who are you?" She started to back up but hit a wall.

"The name's Spike. You'll be my dinner tonight." When he turned his face was distorted, and his teeth came to a point.

Anna let out a howling scream.

Spike awoke on the floor in a sweat. He cried again as the memories came rushing back. He sat up then felt his stomach turn. He grabbed the garbage can and blood poured out.

"What's happening to me?" He asked to no one in particular…no one answered.