Catching up: "The demon we're facing is a succubus. She got in here last night." She began to explain. "She took away Spike's soul," a deep breath, "and then separated his human and his demon." She gestured to each half of the vampire in turn. "Buffy stay away from him," William pleaded again. Tara fled the room for a phone. They needed the gang together. "His job is to kill you and he won't rest until he's succeeded. I know myself Buffy, and that demon is part of me and he is powerful."

Like a Pet.

William groaned and sunk through the floor. If the demon was going to kill Buffy, then he wasn't going to stand there and watch. There was absolutely nothing he could do to save her in his unbodily position.

Buffy was beginning to believe that Spike had never really wanted to hurt her. (Since he got the chip anyway) He was staring down at her adoringly, very pleased that she hadn't released her grip on him once he stood up. He arms were wrapped securely around his waist and her head leaned sweetly on his chest. He stroked her hair affectionately and made a strange clicking sound. A strange humming sound began at the back of his throat, much like the hum of an old computer.

"Dawn what was that spell to let people talk?" Buffy squeezed him tighter.

"Oh, we could do a spell, sure Buffy. But we'll have to get the ingredients…" Dawn didn't know what to make of the demon before her. Spike hadn't paid her much attention since he'd gotten back and that hurt. But never the less it was understandable. Buffy needed him more right now. But something about him didn't seem right. It wasn't that he had no humanity in him, no the kind pleasured smile on his face cured that. There was something in his eyes, something that Dawn was sure that only she could see. Spike looked hungry, no ravenous, and kept glancing towards the group of people in the room. Only he didn't seem to be making a move to hurt them, it still made Dawn nervous. Perhaps it was because the slayer was here? Either way, Dawn knew she wasn't going to be alone for a second until they fixed him.

"Hurry please." Buffy pleaded, biting her lip.

Spike felt the slayer's stress and it bothered him immeasurably much. But how to calm her? How to show her he was alright? He picked her up in his arms and cradled her against his chest, rocking her slightly, and nuzzling her. The way he kept nuzzling her reminded Buffy of a puppy. One that never seemed to lose affection for you no matter what. She knew then that she'd have Spike forever, that he loved her unconditionally. She knew he loved her before, but she'd never really guessed the extent to it. But hey, she'd gone to hell for him. So they were fairly even right?

Spike sat down on the bed, dropping the girl to his lap, watching the rest of the group file out. When they were gone, Buffy took his face in her hands, and kissed him lightly. He was going to mock the gesture, but thought it best if he didn't try. Most likely he would just end up biting her.

"You're hungry." She stated to him, watching a very Spike grin flicker across his face. She smiled at that, and then shifted her position on him. "Take some blood from me, it'll have to do until Willow gets back." He stared at her with a mixture of shock and terror. "Just do it Spike, pigs blood so suffice for demon Spike." She leaned her head on his shoulder, waiting for his teeth to sink into her flesh. But he refused. "Spike," She moaned.

He knew he was making her feel worse, but he couldn't take her blood. Not like this. He nipped lightly at her neck. The hunger was gnawing at him from everywhere. His throat burned with blood lust, and his head spun with only the scent from hers.

"Spike please," she begged. He groaned defeated by her welling emotion. He slung his head back and shut his eyes. Shaking his head he growled lightly. Buffy snaked her fingers through his hair, and encouraged him towards her neck. Sighing at her stubborn ways, he bit into her neck as gently as he could.

He felt her start to get weak before she felt it herself, and pulled away rapidly. He looked into her face and tried to read the solemn expression she wore to no prevail. She was just looking at him. He leaned his forehead against hers and held her body close to his.

"Oh gracious no!" William's recognizable voice gasped from the door. Of course, he could only see Buffy holding limply onto Spike, face buried in his shoulder, and bite marks in her neck. Spike of course had blood covering his fangs and lower lip.

"Buffy?" Anya came into the room, apparently she and Xander had finally made it. "Oh god," she said seeing Spike's separate forms. "Well this is interesting." She mused. "The last time I saw this it was self induced by a vampire who wanted to be human. Of course he also just became a ghost and his demon ran of on a killing rampage." She trailed off in thought.

"But we can fix this right?" Buffy asked with overwhelming concern.

Anya didn't answer.

"Buffy I have some news," Giles came in the room behind the ex vengeance demon and walked over to where Buffy was still sitting on Spike. He noticed the small holes in her neck, but thought best as to not ask. "That demon that Spike rose had been having a little bit of fun."

"What kind of fun?" Buffy asked looking up at him, and moving her seat to the edge of the bed away from Spike.

"Countless murders, minions, possible apocalypse, the usual." He took off his glasses and cleaned them.

"Oh, that kind." Well good, she hadn't really even had a good patrol since the last apocalypse.