"You are Anna Court's Sire?" Giles wanted to confirm.

"Yeah, it was about a year after I was turned."

Tears welled up in Buffy's eyes but she remained strong.

"Do you even realize what you've done?" Giles asked firmly.

"Hey, don't go all watcher on me, I'm not the bloody Slayer!" Spike answered defensively.

"You are responsible for the creation of the Slayer's worst enemy!" He snapped.

"I'm not responsible, I'm not even that person anymore!" Spike stood up and was in Giles face.

"It was still you!" He shouted back.

"Enough!" Buffy said finally unable to take anymore. "This isn't getting us any where! We need more information on Anna."

"Yes, we do." Giles responded calmer. "Willow, Xander, Dawn, hit the books dating back to 1889. Buffy you're going to need to be prepared for this, Anna isn't just any vampire."

"She'll make me and Angel look like fuzzy teddy bears." Spike added.

"Oh, I'll be ready." She stated getting up from the couch and started to walk toward the hall. Everyone just watched her.

Spike knew he hit a nerve; one he didn't want to hit. He had hurt her. "Buffy, wait!" He shouted chasing after her.

She was just to her door when she stopped. "What?" She asked not even turning around.

"Buffy, I didn't…I didn't know she was still around. I would have said something."

"Spike, you created a monster, a monster who's killed six Slayers, and almost added me to the list. I have nothing to say to you." She opened her bedroom door then slammed it in his face.

When Anna came to she was tied to a chair, across from her was her mother, father gagged, and small son Will playing with his toys on the floor.

"Wakie, wakie love. It's time to play, I thought you were gonna be out all night which would pose a problem.

"William, why are you doing this?" She asked looking at the man she once loved.

"Why? Well that's a good question. I guess I'm doing it because…I can." He smiled.

"What are you going to do when Fortė gets home?"

"He already is." Spike looked over at the lifeless body of Anna's husband.

When Anna saw Fortė, pale, with his eyes wide from terror she screamed why tears now dripped down her face.

"You see love, I told you that we weren't done. Now we can be forever."

"William, what did you do?" She cried.

"Why are you crying, this is what you wanted, what we wanted isn't it?"

"No, William, it wasn't. You're a monster, I wanted a man!" She was gathering every brave piece of her to stand up to him.

"You think I'm a monster now? Wait until I get through with you." She had struck him…and hard. He went over to the one year old sitting on the floor, he picked up the small child and held him lovingly in his arms. "You name him Will, yet you say you don't love me. You harlot, you ran off and I never heard from you again."

"William, please don't hurt him…please."

"Why should I? You hurt me, now your whole family will feel my pain." Spike morphed and bit into the small human

"NO, WILLIAM, STOP PLEASE STOP PLEASE!" She sobbed at the sight of her son.

He didn't cry for long before he looked like his father.

When Spike finished he laid him down on the couch.

"NO, NO!" She sobbed. "You'll die for this!" She shouted.

"Oh, no, love, you will." He informed her. "You had ever chance to leave and you didn't! You stepped on my heart and let it get swept away!" He yelled.

"This isn't all my fault…you didn't want to leave your mother and we didn't want to kill my husband." She said between sobs.

"William, please let us go."

"No, your family torn us apart, know they'll watch you suffer the way I've suffered." He stormed up to her and ripped her dress exposing her soft small legs. Spike took one look and bit into her thigh.

She let out a cry but only one. When she saw Spike's face, dripping with blood all she saw was the devil. She had to remind herself that he wasn't the man she loved so long ago. She started to feel light headed, when she felt him let go.

"William, please." She whispered.

"The names Spike, and no."

Spike went into the kitchen and brought out several objects, three carving knives, and a teakettle

Anna was hardly aware of what was happening.

The teakettle was filled with water and Spike put it over the flame.

"Now, we will see just how loud you can scream." Spike used the carving knife and tore through Anna's calf. On the point of the knife were sections of muscle and a nerve.

Tears poured out of Anna's red eyes. She was in too much shock that she could barely scream. She wanted to die right then and there just to stop the pain.

"You feel that pain? That doesn't even compare to the pain you caused me." Spike said in her ear. "But it's a good start." He used the other knife and slashed her face…it was deep.

When he was done carving a heart into her upper chest he ripped the dress leaving just her corset. He moved to her back and used the knife to draw lines all over her. Out of the corner of his eye she had a large open sore on her left shoulder. Spike knew what it was.

"When did you get leprosy?" He asked.

Anna brought herself to answer, why she didn't know. "It showed up about four months ago." She was in such shook as to what just happened she couldn't even cry anymore. "The doctor said it wouldn't be too long before it consumed my arm, then it would get infected and I would more then likely die." She turned to look him in the face. "I'm so sorry."

"Not yet." Spike said grabbing the hot kettle with his bare hands and pouring the boiling water onto her legs and stomach, which turned bright red instantly.

Anna let out a deafening cry.

"You were supposed to love me!" He yelled as he backhanded her across the face.

Blisters popped up all over her exposed legs.

"William…" She whispered.

Spike leaned closer to her face and when he was close enough Anna spit blood in his face. "I could never love someone like you, I'd rather die." She said firmly.

"That can be arranged." Spike said, getting bored with torturing her and bit into her neck. When her pulse weakened he slit his wrist with a nearby knife and held it up to her mouth.

'I could never love someone like you.' He told her. The same thing that Buffy once said to him in an alley, now looking at the two of them, he wondered if Anna would have done the same or just left. Of course he would never know. At the time he didn't know what he was creating, he was young and inexperienced with those sorts of thinks. To torture a human being, not a stranger but someone he loved with all his heart, even when he loved Cecily he still loved Anna. Now over 100 years later she was back, he Spike had the feeling that she was angry.