THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT SHORT! I'M SORRY! I'VE BEEN WORKING A LOT, SO THIS IS KIND OF JUST A LITTLE HOLDER AND SUCH. BUT OMG, NEXT WEEKEND I'M GOING TO THE SUPERNATURAL CONVENTION, AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Spike found possession to be ridiculously bothersome. It wasn't like his mind was taken over by this evil thing as much as it was that there were constant whispers. It was giving him a headache. Had he actually had a soul, he was sure he'd have been bonkers by the end of the day.

He stared in the mirror, which he could now see himself in, strange side effect of demonic possession, to have a reflection. He poked at his face and found he couldn't really feel it, it was like he was numb.

"Well that's useful, I suppose." He said to himself before patting his own face and turning away from the mirror. Why he even had a mirror in his place, he wasn't quite sure. He voiced his confusion aloud.

"Probably something to do with that pesky slayer or her brat of a sister." A smug voice said behind him, Spike turned, on edge, ready to fight, to find Warren standing there, a blonde guy next to him.

"What do you want, robot boy?" Spike scoffed, walking away from the mirror and grabbing his bottle of whiskey along the way.

"We just came by to check how things were working out. Haven't heard any stats from you as of yet. We were hoping you'd check in first." It was at this point that Spike really looked at Warren and noticed that his face wasn't actually his. There was another, uglier, nastier face hiding just beneath the skin of his human one. His eyes were black as well, just great.

"Sorry, you want an update from me? About what?" Spike tilted his head.

"I suppose Crowley didn't really explain our agenda to you before you became an employee, I get that. I do. But now that you've been... Hired... It's your job to kill the slayer, and the Winchester, and the angel." Warren was smiling as he delivered this mission.

"Why would I do that?" Spike replied, this answer did not please the little demon and his minion.

"Because it's your job. The demon inside of you should have told you that." As he said this, the whispers in his head grew louder, but they were still mostly incoherent, "We chose you for a reason, Spike. This is your purpose, don't let us down."

Spike turned his back on them for a moment, trying to control his rage; he hated being told what to do, it reminded him of his time with Angelus, Darla and Drusilla. He absolutely abhorred feeling lesser than; the demon inside of him hated it too. The demon inside of him hated it almost as much as he hated Crowley.

When he turned back around, the two idiots were gone and he was left alone. It didn't last long, a few moments later Buffy suddenly appeared with the angel and the brooding Winchester. They looked angry. He expected the slayer or the hunter to run at him, but it was the angel who took the initiative to slam him against the wall, his forearm pressing against his throat, a hand flew up to his forehead. That was initially confusing, but he could feel some burning power flowing through the angel that connected with his hand, it was suddenly alarming to the demon inside of him, this was not a position he wanted to be in.

"Where are they?" Castiel growled, Spike was confused, he looked from Cas to Dean to Buffy, he had no clue what they were talking about; the being buzzing in the back of his mind might have, but he didn't really want to let that thing take the reins at the moment.

"Who?" Spike asked, his voice a bit higher than he was proud of.

"My brother!" Dean shouted.

"And Willow and Tara, and Dawn." Buffy asked, Spike took that moment to look at her, he could see her anger and fear and he felt it too, what had they done with the little bit?

"Buffy! You know I would never do anything to Dawn." Spike said, suddenly pleading for his life, he hated pleading for his life.

"I know Spike wouldn't, but the demon inside of you at this moment I'm not so sure about." Buffy pushed, Spike wondered how they knew about the demon.

"Oh that thing? It's got no hold over me, whatsoever. It's just kind of there. I'm ignoring it." Spike twisted his mouth slightly, trying to calm the situation, he looked at Castiel, "Look, see, I can't even do the black eyes thing." He lied, Castiel stared at him, he looked over the angel's shoulder to where Dean and Buffy were staring at him, Buffy in particular looked a bit more upset.

"Your eyes are currently black." Castiel said, confused as he glanced over his shoulder at the other two who nodded.

"Oh." Spike sighed, "Well I have no idea how I did it, or how to turn them back... So... Forget about that bit."

"It's not that hard, just kind of have to close your eyes and will them away. It gets easier." Dean said, they all stared at him, Castiel in particular was not happy, Dean shrugged, "What?" Spike followed the Winchester's instructions and when he opened them, Buffy sighed slightly, he supposed that meant his eyes were back to normal.

"So they took Dawn?" Spike asked, then he looked to where the angel was still holding him against the wall, "Could you... Stop that? Please?" Cas looked back to Buffy, she nodded and he released Spike who rubbed at his neck for a moment before rolling his shoulders, "Right... So... Dawn's been taken, where?"

They all sighed collectively, "That's what we were trying to ask you." Buffy said.

"Oh, yeah... Um... Should I confer with the demon in my head?" Spike asked, she shrugged.

"If you must!" She sighed, exasperated and sat down on the stone coffin, Dean joined her. Castiel continued to stand a bit too close to Spike and stare angrily.

Spike closed his eyes and concentrated on the whispers. It was mostly a mess of jumbled thoughts that he couldn't really decipher. There was a lot of anger and it seemed to be trying to persuade him to forego the mission in order to seek and destroy Crowley. He put that thought aside for later and told the demon that they could very well do that; but they had to find Dawn first.

He could feel the demon's annoyance, it was funny, but Spike was in control, he would not relinquish his body to the bloody thing.

The Bronze. It seemed to say finally; he told the group.

"Does everything in this town happen there?" Dean asked after hearing Spike reveal the name of the place where they were all being kept.

"Pretty much." Buffy shrugged, "It's like a hot spot for evil things."

"Well let's get going." Dean said, turning and rushing out of the crypt. Buffy and Castiel followed, Cas had his hand on Spike's arm, forcing him to follow as well. They rushed out the door in time to see Dean on the ground, unconscious.

"Vampire!" Castiel warned, before he could make a move, he'd been hit as well; he hopped up from the ground and was prepared to fight, but Buffy was holding her hand up in his face. She was staring at the taller man who had stopped attacking and was now staring at them. Buffy walked closer to him and Castiel heard Spike scoff audibly next to him.

"Who is that?" Castiel asked Spike, who laughed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it before he replied.

"Buffy's ex, Angel."