Epilogue
I think in the end, we're all searching for someone who understands us. We all dream of the day when we finally meet the one person who knows us better than we know ourselves. We all wake up begging for the same thing: "Please..."
Spike was always searching for that person; always begging. I think it was because when Drusilla sired him, she didn't just bring another vampire into the world; another hunter. She brought forward a demon who always had a soul, and a demon who always wanted to be understood. I think, finally, after all the pain and heartache and anguish, Spike found the one person he could share it with. And I think that's all he ever really wanted.
I wonder if it ripped him up when he realized it wasn't Buffy after all...?
I don't blame him for what he did. I mean, I can be pissed, but I can't be angry. For the first time in...well, in forever, I think I understand Spike's logic. As twisted and demented as his logic may be, I think I finally understand.
All this time, all these years, he just wanted someone to share what he was feeling...no matter what that feeling was. He was always begging for just an ounce, just a crumb of a nod from anyone. I never gave it to him and I don't think Buffy ever did either.
But Angela did. And even for just a brief moment, Spike wasn't alone in the world he so often tried to inhabit. He wasn't just a walking ghost or someone's dog on a leash. He was a hero.
Maybe now he'll finally stop begging, "Please..."
9:15AM - Angel
Fin
