Chapter Ten
After he felt her heart stop beating, he let down his game face and cradled her limp body in his arms. He hated the sensation of dead weight against his chest and he felt like he was about to be sick. Even with the Slayer blood thrumming through his veins he felt dead inside.
Part of him wished he could give it back; give back all the blood he'd taken. But, the world never worked that way and he was stuck with the decision he'd made.
With a small sigh, he lifted her onto the bed and pulled the blankets up over her cooling body. As he smoothed the material over her belly, he noticed the little gold cross again around her neck. It had fallen into a red pool on her collarbone and the little gold figure nailed to the crucifix was crimson and wet. Cocking his head slightly he reached out and touched it with his fingertips. They came away wet and sizzling, but the little face of the man was no longer bloody.
I want to go to Heaven…
The next hour he stood by the window and waited for the sunrise. He wondered if God did make vampires like Angela said.
There was a sudden rush of movement from the doorway and he felt strong arms yank him out of the patch of sunlight that had begun to crawl up his ankles. There were voices yelling. Someone growled.
He fell down on his knees, the rug burning his kneecaps. He didn't much care about that.
"…get her down there now."
"…she's been dead for hours, Angel."
He heard voices talking about taking her away. He heard Angel say his name and yank him to his feet. The blinds were closed now. Someone must have feared for his safety. Or maybe just Angel's safety.
"What the hell did you do?" Angel asked roughly, shaking him slightly. Spike felt time rush back at him and he had to blink a few times before he realized what was going on. Angel had him by the shoulders and pushed against the wall. Wesley was leaning over Angela, looking up at Spike. His face was a little confused, but more pained.
"Give me one good reason why I don't stake you right here and now…" Angel hissed. Spike just blinked heavily, head lolling to the side to glance down at Angela.
"Haven't got one." he replied weakly. Time was about to go back to slow motion. He didn't mind. Things were easier to take in when he didn't know what was going on.
Spike felt something heavy slam into his face. It didn't break anything, but it made him go slightly blind for a minute. It took him a while to realize it was Angel's fist that had hit him and when he finally understood, he just nodded and let his head fall to his chest.
Blessed black, he thought as he closed his eyes.
"He's been out for a long time."
"I didn't even hit him that hard."
"I don't think it was because you hit him."
Spike's eyes fluttered open and he blinked when a bright light invaded his vision. He took a slight look around, wondering where the hell he was. When he saw Wesley squatting in front of him, arms resting on his knees, he squinted slightly.
"Wha's goin' on?" he asked, his voice heavy. His chin hurt for some reason. He heard heavy steps coming at him, but they stopped when Wesley held up his hand.
"Can you tell me what happened, Spike?" he asked in a calm, smooth voice. Spike closed his eyes again, shaking his head to clear it. Wesley must have taken it as a 'No' because he just sighed and stood up. Angel must have been close by; he started to say something to Wesley, but Spike's hearing wouldn't work well enough for him to understand the conversation.
A few moments passed before Spike found himself hauled to his feet without warning. As he was about to protest, he looked square into the eyes of his Sire.
"You and I are going to have a little chat." he said, the look in his eyes telling Spike that he was doing everything in his power not to hit him.
Continued...
