(O.O)

Dr. Grey

Client no. 2091

Name: William James Pratt aka William the Bloody or Spike

Species: Undead

Class: Vampire

Session 2

Time: 10:29 pm

Duration: 2 hours and 30minutes.

It's Monday, and it's the day of my second session with my newest favorite client, Spike. I was reading his file, the one I was able to obtain from my other demon friends and contacts when the knock on the door was heard.

"Come in!" I called out.

The door opened and revealed to me the demon that I had just been thinking about.

"I'm not late, am I?" he said with a smug grin that indicated that he actually knew the answer to his question.

"Spike! It is very good to see you tonight and no, you are not late. In fact, you are just in time. Now come inside and have a seat," I told him as I stood up and went to the seat I had occupied in our previous session and at the same time, I glanced at the clock.

10:30 pm

Once the two of us were settled in our respective chairs, I asked, "So how's you're weekend?"

"Good," he answered with a shrug, "I saw Buffy again. Well, actually I went to see Buffy. It was her birthday and such and I kinda invited myself to it. Brought a friend with me though, so the crazy bint wouldn't kick me out just because she felt like it."

"That's good to hear."

It wasn't really, because someone in you're position shouldn't really have to find ways to get themselves invited or allowed to stay at their girlfriend's birthday party. But I didn't voice that thought out loud, and instead asked him to elaborate on what happened at the party.

"Well, it was kinda funny because-" I smiled as I listened to his tale as he regaled the happenings of the party and observed his expressions.

He was smiling and was really happy as he told me the kinds of things they did at the party. It had been good to hear that the vampire wasn't always treated like an outsider all the time, as I had thought, and that there were rare occasions when he was viewed as a friend by these so-called Scoobies.

But what I didn't like about his story was his obvious attempts in regaining the Slayer's attention the entire time he was there. He really shouldn't be the one to try to make up with her since she was the one who beat him up a few days back. But again, I didn't voice that thought, because he was not ready to hear his flaws on how he's handling their relationship, nor do I think he was ready to hear her flaws either.

"-Cornered the girl, I did, and asked her if she wanted to give her friends the slip-" He continued with his tale and raised his eyebrows at me suggestively. "-went all stuttering, hot and bothered, she did. Then the silly bint thought she could make me jealous by saying how sweet, that Rico bloke, or was it, Richard?" He shook his head. "Anyway, she told me how sweet he was. Hah! As if I'd be jealous of a wanker with floppy hair!"

But you sound jealous to me. I added mentally with a smile.

I continued to listen to his tale and again noted the important details that we could perhaps discuss later in our sessions. I also commented occasionally to clarify some of his accounts.

"Then Cecily broke the spell she did on the house, 'cause the bitch was stupid enough to get caught up in her own curse. And then we all went home and-"

"Wait, hold on. I thought her name was Halfrek. Why are you calling her Cecily?" I asked after hearing his disgust and disdain as he said the name and talked about the woman who had granted Dawn's wish.

"Oh, that's right. I didn't tell you yet about dear bitch Cecily," he said and then paused, looking as if he was considering whether to tell me about the woman or not.

When his thinking took a little too long for me, I decided to give him a slight push.

"If you don't want to tell me about her it's okay, Spike. I was just really curious about her since it sounded that you two were close friends," I said trying to sound uninterested but at the same time goading to him to tell me about the woman.

"Friends?! Hah! I'd rather dust than to be called friends with that woman!" he said loudly.

I forced a surprised look on my face and suppressed the smile from appearing because of my success in getting him to talk about her.

"You're not friends? But it sounded like such. I mean, she did call you William," I pointed out while dawning a more genuine surprise expression.

"We are not friends, maybe once upon a long bloody time ago we were, but not anymore. Bloody bitch thought herself to be too important to be friends with a man that was beneath her," he stated angrily and spat the last words of his sentence.

This sounded really personal to him.

"Don't know how she turned into a demon or if she had always been one the entire time but she was a royal pain in the arse and a fucking man-eater. She loved being the center of everyone's attention but wouldn't think twice about breaking the heart of a young inexperienced poet who declared his love for her!"

The word poet caught my attention. "Poet?" I repeated, looking questioningly at him.

This seemed to shut him up from his ranting and looked extremely alarmed at his slip of that information.

"Uh-well, yeah. I mean, she just doesn't respect people with unique passions," he said looking embarrassed and avoiding my eyes and I swear that if he could blush this vampire would've been competing with a tomato.

Now I really have to know who she is, and the story behind them. I'm beginning to think she isn't just an ex for this vampire since she seems to be able to garner such reactions from him. But I have to really make him open up to me about her first.

"Spike, you have nothing to be afraid of," I reassured him and at the same time I tried to make him understand that it was okay to open up to me here about this sensitive topic, "Whatever history you have with this woman, whatever embarrassing truth you will reveal about her and yourself will stay within the confines of this room. So you don't have to hide anything from me for the fear of being judged or made fun of. I won't do any of those things to you, Spike, not only because you are my client but because I want you to view me as a friend as I see you."

He looked surprised at that word.

"Yes, you heard right. I see you as my friend because even though this is only our second session and that we didn't spend that long together in our first one, we still know more about each other than other people do with their own co-workers, with who they spend an entire day with and I know more about you than any of those humans you associate with. You're my friend, Spike, and I really want you to trust me."

I don't know if it was because of my speech or the sincerity of what I said but Spike's demeanor changed and he looked serious all of a sudden.

"Alright, fine. I'll tell you everything," he said as he sat up straighter and his accent suddenly changed into an upper-crust British accent and relayed to me his story as a human. "As stated in the books, I was born in the Victorian times. But unlike what most of those authors and researchers about me think, I actually grew up in a well-off family." My eyes widened at this.

Well, I guess that explains the posh accent.

"Surprising, isn't it?" he stated with a smirk upon seeing the look on my face.

"A bit," I said with a sheepish smile, "But I should've known better than to judge a book by its cover, especially a book as good looking as you."

He chuckled at my little flattery, which made me happy because he seemed to lose the uneasiness he felt because of the topic about his past.

Shaking his head, he continued. "Anyway, I was an English gentleman in a high-end society that was governed by rules of manners and etiquette. Names and status of living was the most important thing for everyone in that time, and let's just say, that besides our fortune, my family was not that outstanding, we just had nothing to show for our name."

He paused and had a fair off look as if he was remembering something painful, before taking a deep breath and continuing.

"I was once a poet who spent most of his time either writing god awful poetry or taking care of his sick mother more than attending the social gatherings that were so important during those times, and because of doing all these things I wasn't at all respected by my peers if you can call them that, and was often made fun of either because of my poems or the fact I had nothing to contribute to society. But I never cared for what people thought of me, nor did I care for the many times my works were insulted. I was a dreamer and a romantic and a classic pacifist. I preferred seeing the beauty of things and always thought that my time was better spent in creating such beauty. I was a right ponce really, a bloody pansy," he said the last part in a depreciating tone.

"I don't think you were a ponce, Spike, or a pansy. I think you were a gentle and sweet soul, and those so-called high-class gentlemen you associated with were all rude and illiterate ruffians," I tell him with sincerity and the last part with angry conviction, earning me a boisterous laugh from the vampire.

"You're right about the illiterate part. Most of the young Lords at the time used their money to finish school. Like Lord Winsley, who graduated by buying off every professor he had. I tell you he spent more of his family's fortune trying to pass mathematics than buying himself new sets of trousers! Bloke wore the same bloody pair every bloody day!"

He was smiling again and was laughing at the memory. As I said in our last session, he's an emotional roller coaster. One minute he could be angry and depressed, the next minute he could be happy and playful.

I really preferred the latter though, because his smile not only made him look younger and more handsome but it was just so contagious that I couldn't help but be happy along with him.

He shared a few more scandalous stories about his peers during that time and all I can say was that Victorian gentry wasn't as sophisticated and elite as most books pegged them to be.

"-And he had the audacity to call her a harlot when he was the one sleeping with older women of a higher stature than him!"

I laughed hard with him as he told his stories. We were having fun reminiscing and talking about the people from his past, and I really wanted to continue doing so, but these sessions weren't meant for making my clients feel temporary happiness, they were made so they can deal with all their issues and then finally feel genuine happiness and contentment with their existence.

I took a deep breath before finally addressing the real issue at hand.

"Spike," I called his attention, his smile slowly disappearing as she saw the look on my face. "As much as I love these stories, I think we should now focus on the issue at hand. So jokes aside, how about you tell me what your real relationship with this Cecily woman was."

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Spike

Annoying shrink. And here I thought we were having so much fun. Why the hell would she still want to talk about Cecily? It's not like there's anything to talk about. The girl and I were ancient history. So there was no sense opening old wounds and rubbing them with salt.

That bloody bitch has obviously moved on. Hell, I've moved on! I inwardly screamed at the memory of my first love.

While I glared at the damned doctor to let her know that I wasn't happy with her sudden need to change the subject back to Cecily. But it seemed my glare didn't even faze her, and instead, she returned it with a challenging look.

God damn her!

If I wasn't already in love with Buffy, I'd really find that look of hers extremely sexy and attractive. Not that she wasn't attractive in the first place. Oh, believe me, this doctor was definitely easy on the eyes.

She had fair skin and a wonderful posture that showed she had discipline and poise, her dark and somewhat curly hair that fell a little past her shoulders cupped her face in a way that accentuated her beautiful features, her smile was radiant and infectious, and finally her brown eyes, which always showed kindness and understanding and at the same time revealed her wisdom and experience, easily made blokes like me open up to her with little complaint.

Overall, she was indeed an attractive and fine woman.

But I think the good looks were just a cover to hide the conniving little snake inside. She believes that I hadn't noticed how she had led me to the conversation about my human past earlier and how she's currently goading me to reveal my history with Cecily. But god damn her again because it was actually working.

Her challenging look was inciting the fighter in me to do what she wanted and prove to her that I wasn't afraid of anything nor was I hiding anything from her. And I am hating her for that because I just don't like it when people try to pull my strings and make me do the things they want.

She suddenly sighs, breaking our staring contest and making me curious as to what was the reason behind it.

"I don't want to force you to tell me about her, Spike," she told me.

Yeah, right. And what you've been doing since earlier was just your way of saying you weren't interested!

"But I really have to know. Not because I am curious about her, though believe me I am. But more because I believe she holds one of the keys in finding out the story behind one of your issues."

Oh, please not that again!

"I don't have co-dependency issues," I stated angrily.

"Perhaps. But you know you have issues, and we can never know for certain which one of them is causing you problems that result in your unhappiness. So it's why I need to know everything there is to know about you, and the best way to do that is not about just finding out who you currently are now, though that's also necessary, but more on who you once were. I need to find out all there is to know about your past, Spike: may it be your human past or the time you spent with your Sire and her family, to learn about who you are now. I need to know why you are the way you are so I can find a suitable way to help you," she explained calmly, countering my aggression.

She then gave an imploring look. "Please understand, Spike, that there's a process in what I do and I don't do anything to intentionally hurt you. Please believe me when I say that there's always a reason for everything that we do and talk about here, and that reason would be what could give way to either a solution to your issues or answers and realizations about yourself that could help you get through your issues. That's why I am always asking you to trust me because the only way for me to help you is to let me do my job without you always doubting me and thinking I have ulterior motives. I already told you, that all I want to do is to help you. So please help me too."

Her sincerity was one of the things that I noticed that I hate about the woman because it had the ability to affect both the man and demon inside of me in a way that made them want to comply with what she wanted.

"I already told you about my relationship with Cecily. If you were listening to my rant earlier you'd know already what I had with that woman," I informed her.

"I did listen to your rant, but I need specifics, Spike: like how exactly were you two acquainted, how did you act around her and what did she do to break your heart, that kind of information is important." I opened my mouth to ask why but she cut me off before the words even passed my lips. "Because it will help us figure something out about yourself that you would not have noticed before."

I still didn't understand why she wanted to know about Cecily, but she was the doctor and, as she had said earlier, I needed to trust her and do what she asks so she can help me.

Guess there's no better time to do that than now.

"Cecily and I were childhood friends," I admitted as the memory of our first meeting came to mind. "Our fathers were best mates and business partners and they sort of introduced us to each other. I was a shy and quiet young lad while Cecily was a very spirited little girl. The two of us couldn't have been any more different, yet we were able to form a friendship like no other."

I smiled fondly as I remembered how she was the one who approached and befriended me while I was sitting in the corner of the room reading a book.

"She had such an amazing imagination and made so many fun games for the two of us to play. She was kind, gentle, and very caring. She loved music and art, and in fact, it was her who got me interested in poetry. She had everything good in the world all rolled up inside of her, and I really loved and enjoyed her company very much."

I paused as I thought of what had happened that changed all that we had between us, then took a deep and unnecessary breath before finally continuing my story.

"Of course our relationship changed when my father sent me off to boarding school. We tried to keep in contact by sending letters to each other but were unable to because we both got busy with each of our own studies. When I reached twenty-one, on the exact day of my college graduation I heard word that my father had passed away. Consumption, they said was what he had."

It still pained me to think about my old man and how he died. It was too sudden and unexpected. But I forced back the hurt so I could continue my story.

"I came back home for my father's funeral and, for the first time in many years, I was finally able to see Cecily again, and what a wonderful surprise it had been. She had grown so much in the few years we'd been apart, into a very fine young woman, but at the same time, she still retained her usual kindness and gentleness that she had always exhibited towards me. It was at that moment I realized that I loved her. We rekindled our friendship and became close again. It didn't take me long to realize that I wanted to profess my love to her and ask her to be my wife, but circumstances got in the way. My mother became ill with the same sickness that took my father, and so taking care of her then became my top priority, and proposing to Cecily just had to wait."

I paused again but this time it was because I remembered my dear mother and the suffering she had to undergo because of her illness. I remembered the sleepless nights I stood by her bed, watching helplessly as she was attacked by one of her severe coughings and praying to God not to take her yet. I remembered how the beautiful woman who had loved and raised me slowly withered and died each passing day. Then I remembered how I ended her torment not once but twice and the pain that came along with it.

Whoever said that vampires can't feel any emotions were moronic sods who had no clue what they were writing about.

"Spike?" the doc's voice pierced my thoughts and took me out of my musing. "Here," she said handing me a box of tissues.

What the hell's that for?

I was about to ask but didn't when I felt some wetness on my face.

Fuck! I didn't even notice that I was crying.

I took the box and pulled out a couple of tissues from it and wiped my eyes with them.

"Sorry. I just get a tad emotional when I remember my mum."

"Don't worry about it, Spike. I'd shed a few tears too when I am reminded of my sister, Taly, who died in a fire back when we were kids." I saw the tears start to show in the corner of her eyes, proving to me what she just said.

"Here," I handed back the box.

She took the box and used the tissue for herself. She wiped clean her tears before composing herself.

"Thank you," she said with a grateful smile. "Well, how about we put that little drama behind us and go back to your story."

I really didn't want to tell the next part of my story because it was the part of my life that I both hated and loved. Hated it because I had my first love crush my heart into a million pieces and loved because it was because of what had happened that I met Dru that night.

"I had told you before that I spent most of my time taking care of mother and writing bad poetry, but what I didn't tell you was that most of my poems were written about one person. Cecily. I still hadn't forgotten that I wanted to marry her, but like I said I had my mother to worry about, so my happiness had to wait. Six years later, I was still taking care of my mother, and again Cecily and I grew apart."

I looked back up to see a sad look on the doc's face. I can tell she felt sorry for me and maybe for my relationship with Cecily.

"Oh, we still met up when she would come and visit my home and talk with my mother and she would still listen to my poetry and tell me what she thought of them. She was the only one besides my mother who loved my work. Even the ones that I knew were awful, she'd still had nice things to say about them," I told her to get her to see that not everything was bad between me and that woman.

At least until she showed her true colors. I paused again to get my thoughts together so I'll be able to tell the next and final part of the story.

"But that's the limit of our friendship because, on the rare occasions that I would come to social gatherings and meet up with her, she would seek to avoid me at all cost and would choose to ignore me like the rest of the ladies that were around at that time. I was gullible and hadn't noticed these behaviors from her and only thought they were there because she didn't want people to harass me any further because I was friends with her. I thought she was protecting me by avoiding me. Idiot. That's what I was. Should've known that wasn't the reason for the girl's avid avoidance of me."

I stopped again and tried to compose myself. I was angry now, though not at Cecily but at myself.

How could I had been so stupid at the time? The signs were so obvious even back then. Had I noticed, I would've been spared of the heartache and embarrassment that happened to me that night.

Stupid, stupid, lovesick fool! And you wonder why women in your life don't love you back. It's because you're always expecting too much of them, you read their actions wrong, and that's what gets you in these situations with women. That's what gets you- I stopped my inner rant as I felt a hand land on my knee.

I looked up and saw the doctor looking at me with sympathetic eyes.

"There's no point in blaming yourself for whatever happened between the two of you," she said. "It's in the past, Spike, you don't have to be so hard on yourself. And you said it yourself that you were in love with her. And Love? Especially our First Loves, makes us blind to the harsh truths about them."

She was right. I shouldn't blame myself for what happened, nor should I still blame Cecily. It was in the past and there is nothing I can do to change that, and even if I could I wouldn't because that would mean I would change who I am and miss out on the people who I know now.

But despite how I know all of this, my anger towards Cecily hadn't ebbed even a little. Her harsh words that night didn't only break my heart and love for her but also broke something deeper that we had since we were young. She had broken our friendship and I don't think I can easily forgive her for that.

"Cecily showed her true colors at Lord Henry's homecoming party," I started and began to tell her what happened the night I was turned.

I told her everything. From what my peers did, reading my poem in front of everyone up until my impromptu confession to Cecily.

"I do see you-" I heard her voice in my head and replayed what she had said to me that night. "-that's the problem. You're nothing to me, William. You're beneath me."

"I was beneath her... Those were her exact words. My only friend rejected my love and at the same time rejected my entire existence all in one night. Heartbroken, I fled the party and cried in an old stable where I met my Sire and had my entire life turned around as I was reborn into the vampire I am today," I concluded my story.

There was a moment of silence that followed as we sat and took in everything I had said tonight. In those few minutes, I realized that again, in a few hours of this session of ours, I had revealed so much about myself that I never would've told anyone before, and again, like the last time, I felt relieved that I was able to get that off my chest.

It seemed that that night with Cecily had been one of the things that still continued to bother me even after all this time, and now that I was able to talk about it, the pain I still kept feeling every time I remembered that night was slowly disappearing.

I know I was still angry with Cecily for what she did, breaking my heart and our friendship, but I no longer blame her for doing what she did. She was just acting like everyone else at that time, and I know the depths of what peer pressure can do to a person, what it can force them to do for the sake of their friends. I know it very intimately because I saw the same thing happening to Buffy countless times. So I couldn't fault the girl for it now.

I looked back up to the doctor to see what she was doing and what she had to say about everything I just told her and saw that she was simply staring at me with those shining brown and all-knowing eyes that seemed to stare right past my soul if I had one.

"What?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze.

"Nothing," was her only answer as she continued her staring.

"If it's nothing then why are you staring at me like that?!"

"Like what, Spike?"

"Like you're studying me or something. Stop that and spit it out already, I don't like being looked that way. Reminds me too much of those Initiative doctors."

She giggled and it irritated me even further. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. But I was just thinking of something and how I should ask you about it."

"If it involves how you can help me just ask it already. It's not like I have much of a choice but to answer your questions."

"You always have a choice, Spike. As I keep telling you I won't force you to tell me anything, but I would prefer you would so that we can make progress in getting through your issues."

"Whatever," I said, "Just ask the damn thing already!"

"Very well. I wanted to ask you what you think was the reason why Cecily rejected you that night."

The hell?

"What the bloody hell are you talking about? Why on the earth would you want to know why Cecily rejected me that night?! And why the hell would I know the reason? I haven't exactly gone back to talk to her about it."

"Spike, calm down. I was simply asking what you think was her reason for rejecting you. I'm not asking why she rejected you, but what you think was her reason," she clarified the question.

"The hell if I know. Peer pressure, maybe. Bint was always the center of everyone's attention and she always had a lot of suitors, so she had an image to maintain. It wouldn't have done her any good if she were found out that she and I were close friends, much worse if they learned that I fancied her. So yeah, she rejected me and showed in front of everyone how she put me in my true place."

"And you don't find that strange?"

"I already told you earlier that name and status were important at that time and age, Cecily rejecting me for those reasons weren't as strange as you believe them to be."

"No, Spike. What I am trying to say is that your best friend, the one who takes the time out of her day away from her high-class friends just to continuously visit you and your mother and admire your bad poetry, would suddenly reject you just like that with no explanation why. Don't you find anything strange about that behavior?"

"No, 'cause like I said she was-" But I couldn't finish that sentence because now that I was thinking about it, the Cecily I knew wouldn't have rejected me as cruelly as she did that night. Even her suitors lower than me were properly turned down, but that night she was especially cruel to me and why was that.

I look back at the doctor in confusion hoping she can give light to Cecily's reason for her behavior that night.

She shook her head. "I don't know her reasons, Spike, nor will you find out by simply sitting here and speculating about it. The only person who can answer you now is Cecily herself."

"I'm not gonna go and talk to that bitch, tonight," I stated angrily both because I hated the thought of seeing her and because I was frustrated that I couldn't find a reason behind her behavior that night.

"I'm not saying you should go tonight, Spike. But I do think you should consider going to her and asking her about it while she is still in town."

"Why?" That was what I had wanted to ask. But I didn't because I knew the answer to the question and I actually agree with it for some crazy reason.

I had to know why she did it because if I didn't I would continue to be hung up with the events of that night. After all, even though I no longer feel pain, remembering that event, the words she told me that night still rung constantly in my ears and always reminded me of what a failure I was as a man and how undeserving I was of any woman.

"You're beneath me." Her words still echoing in my head.

I had to know, no, I need to know.

"Damn, I should've just let Cecily talk to me last night and let her explain, then I wouldn't have to be the one to broach the subject," I muttered irritatedly.

"What was that you said?"

Damn, I forgot she was still in the same room.

"Nothing, important," I said but still told her my accounts of the night before and how Cecily came to my crypt and asked if she could explain what had happened that night many years ago. "I just wish that I'd have let her talk to me last night and had let her explain her actions instead of turning her down and insulting her. Now I have to be the one to go to her and apologize for my rudeness and have her explain to me her behavior of that night a long time ago. Though now, I doubt that she'll be as willing as she had been last night."

I sighed.

The doctor giggled again. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, Spike. I think she will be more than willing to answer your questions even after whatever insult you gave her last night."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, because she wouldn't have come to you in the first place if she too didn't want to tell you about her version of that story. She must've been expected your reaction in some way, and yet she came anyway. So if you give her a chance then I believe without a doubt that she would take that chance with no hesitation."

She had a point and that comforted me a little to know that I wouldn't be rejected again by that same woman.

"Oh, dear look at the time."

I glanced up and saw the reason for her surprise.

1:00 am

My eyes widened as I realized that once again I hadn't noticed that two hours and thirty minutes had actually passed.

"I guess we just have to continue this discussion in our next session," she told me as she stood up.

"Wait, we're done? But we haven't even gone to the discussion about my problem, whatever it is, and how to solve it."

"I know, but we've run out of time," she states, "But don't worry, at our next meeting we'll tackle those things immediately. But for now, I'm gonna give you an assignment that you need to do before our next session."

"An assignment?" I grimaced. I haven't done assignments since I was in school. I don't think I'd be fond of such a thing now that I was a vampire.

"Yes, but not the kind you are thinking. It's just something that you need to do before our next appointment."

"Alright, what is it?" I asked not seeing anything wrong with having to do something for the woman who was currently helping me.

"Well, your assignment is your talk with Cecily."

Wait, what?

"I want you to talk to her before our next session and ask her about her reason for why she did what she did to you that night because in our next session we will be talking about what you two talked about before we go to the point where I tell you about your problem and advice you of a possible solution to it," she said this as she walked towards her desk and started organizing her table and picked up her belongings into her bag. "Do you understand this, Spike?"

I nodded. "Yeah. But I don't think I like this assignment."

She simply laughed at my displeasure. "A lot of my clients don't like doing their first assignment but I assure you the results will be extremely satisfying or revealing. If not it will at least be enlightening." She picked up her bag and walked beside me. "Come on, I'll walk with you outside."

I followed her until we left the building and walked to where she parked her car in companionable silence.

"Well, this is me. Do you need a ride to that cemetery of yours?"

I smile. But declined the offer. I wouldn't want to be the reason she gets hurt because she thought it was safe to drive a vampire to his home in the cemetery.

"Alright, suit yourself." She got in her car and opened a window and called out. "Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?"

I had to laugh at her persistence. Loony bint can be as stubborn as the Slayer. "I'll be fine, pet. You can go along your way and I can make it home to mine in one piece."

"Alright. If that's what you want, goodbye then Spike. I hope to see you in our next session," she told me as she turned on the engine.

"Goodbye to you too, doc, and I'll try to come early again to our next meeting."

"That's good to hear. I'll be seeing you then!" She called out as she drove off on the empty streets of the town.

Once the doctor's car had disappeared from the intersection, I then slowly made my way home. As I walked, I thought about tonight's session and the assignment the good doctor gave me. I had realized a lot about myself tonight but most importantly I had realized some things with regards to Cecily. I know that I still had feelings for the girl, though not as strong as before, I know that I still do love her enough that I really am willing to take a leap of faith and actually give her a chance to explain herself to me.

As the doc said if not to satisfy my curiosity but also to enlighten me in some way or another.

As I neared my crypt, I finally decided to find Cecily tomorrow and have that chat with her.

TBC

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