Time seemed to slow as Spike raced to save Angel. Halfway there he realized that he wasn't going to make it on time. He watched horrified as the vamp drove its stake home. Angel roared in pain and looked down in surprise at the tip of the stake now protruding from his chest. He looked up and for one brief moment his eyes met Spike's. " Buffy" He whispered before crumbling to dust.
Spike awoke with a start covered in sweat. "Bloody hell!" He muttered. It had been over a year and he was still dreaming about the last battle with Wolfram and Hart. Still dreaming about not being able to save Angel. If he had just ran faster..." You still would'nt've been able to save him you stupid git!" He scolded himself.
For the first couple of months he kept replaying the battle in his mind, coming up with different ways for him to have saved Angel. In one of his fantasies, because thats what they were, he got to Angel,pushed him aside and was staked in his place. Sadly though, he hadn't been able to save him and his grand sire,or what remained of him that is, was now in a jar that he planed on giving to Buffy. Whenever he got the balls to go see her that is.
Although he had claimed to hate his grand sire he missed him dearly. The big poof had become like a brother to him and his death caused him a great deal of grief. No matter how hard Gunn tried to convince him other wise, he blamed himself. For months he was haunted with nightmares of repercussions he would have to endure for letting Angel die. One particular dream was of him going to see Buffy and she staking him for letting Angel die. That dream alone was what kept him for going to see her.
Spike sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. When Angel had brought them together to take on the Senior Partners he made sure they understood they wouldn't come out of this alive. They had all gone into the fight expecting to die.
The fight had been brutal and it looked for a while that Angel had been right, they were all defiantly gonna die. Wesley was already dead and it was just a matter of time before the rest of them followed. Spike was ready to die, in fact he was counting on it. He was sick and tired of fighting the good fight and this battle would let him go out with a bang...again. Half way through the battle though he realized that he made a mistake signing up for this. He didn't want to die. He wanted the chance to see the li'l bit and Buffy one more time. he wanted the chance to look Buffy in the eyes and tell her that, although he still loved her and always would, he didn't want to be with her anymore. But the way the battle was going it looked like he wasn't going to get that chance.
Boy was he surprised that once Angel was dusted the demons and various other monsters were called off. It seemed the Senior Partners didn't give a damn about the rest of them, they just wanted Angel out of the way.
Once the demons had all cleared out and they were certain they weren't coming back, he and Illyria had taken Gunn to the hospital. Despite having a couple of nasty cuts and bruises and one stab wound, the doctors had said he would survive. A few stitches later and he was as good as new.
A week after Gunn got out of the hospital they all went their separate ways. Spike had no idea where Illyria went, but he still kept in touch with Gunn who had decided to go back to L.A. He himself hadn't really found a place to settle down. He just traveled from state to state fighting whatever nasty crossed his path and trying to get the balls to see Buffy. This week he found himself in Tallahassee Florida. He had no idea what, but his gut told him something was here for him. He got out of bed, pulled on clothes, and set out into the night to meet his destiny.