A/N: This chapter might be a little confusing, so I'm just going to clear a quick thing up. When Buffy's talking, she's talking to the devil – which she sees in Spike's place. But Spike is answering her because she appears to be talking to him. Kind of like in the episode where she has visions of being in the psych hospital.

Catching up: When Faith was barely able to move, the demon laid her down on the hard concrete floor of the deserted road. "Pass a message to the other for me?" She smiled, petting the slayer's hair. "Who?" Faith gasped a breath. "Buffy, the other slayer." She cocked her head to the side, eyes twinkling madly. "Tell her… Tell her to tell the devil I say hey." Lips curling into a cruel smile "Faith?" He Angel said worriedly, sitting her up and leaning her against him. "What happened, Faith?"

Reunited.

"Hello Buffy," Spike answered her, confused by her suddenly vigilant posture.

"I'm here," She stated with a touch of her usual hostility. "What do you want?" Each word clicked in her mouth angrily. Sarcasm floated around her brain, so many things to say…

"What do you mean, love?" Spike asked worriedly, how weird was the slayer acting?

"Oh please," she shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't give me that. I'm obviously here for a reason."

Spike's brow pulled together. She'd lost it; the slayer'd finally lost it.

The devil chortled. "Come now slayer, don't act so surprised." He gave her a glimmering smile, flashing his pearly white fangs. Each tooth, pointed into a small peek inside his mouth. "You must have known it was bound to happen eventually."

"Buffy?" Spike shook her, growing more and more nervous when she didn't respond to the movement. "God, Buffy?" He thought for a second about slapping her.

Buffy shrugged her shoulders. "Let's just get this over with. What – do you want my soul? Is that it?" She placed her hands on her hips and paced to the left. "Or is it something else?"

"No," Spike felt himself go numb. "No, Buffy no." He couldn't help her this time.

The devil pointed his trident at her, and sent a shower of sparks towards her. She gritted her teeth against the burning pain that scorched her, not willing to give into him. But that was what she'd always wanted wasn't it? To feel the fire? 'Be careful what you wish for.' The old saying flashed through her mind quickly.

Buffy stood up quickly in the living room. "What's wrong with her?" Angel demanded, backing away.

She picked up the lamp from the side table, and whipped it harshly at Spike, sending him whimpering to the floor. "Spike!" Dawn ran to him, protecting his form from her sister while he held the bleeding wound on his head.

"Stupid minions." She breathed, picking up a picture frame and pitching it fast at Dawn. Spike grabbed it from the air only inches before it hit the girl.

"Buffy," he pushed Dawn away and strode over to the slayer. She threw a hard punch at him, but he grabbed her fist and pushed her back into the wall. "Buffy," he pinned her arms above her head and slammed her by the chest into the dry wall. She kicked him in the knee, just hard enough to fracture the bone painfully. He roared and drew forth his game face and hit her back. "Stop it now slayer." He warned, though he knew she couldn't hear him.

So he'd gotten her. The devil had finally gotten her. He hovered over her, had her pressed against the hard stone wall of a cave in hell, with her arms pinned above her head and a bruise swelling her right eye shut. She spat in his face and withdrew her attention from him. She turned her head to the side and silently prayed for Spike to come for her, just like he had the last time.

"So slayer you thought I'd be done with you?" He snarled. "You thought after all he'd done to me that I'd just let him get off with it?"

Buffy had no idea what he was talking about. She didn't know how to get out of hell, but she couldn't give up. Not now. Not after everything she'd gone through. She slammed herself hard against his body, sending him tumbling backwards. He hadn't let go of her though, so with him she fell. He flipped her over onto the ground and stared at her anger filled eyes.

She tried again to kick him when she felt his lips suddenly crash into hers, furiously kissing her. She heard the snap when he foot connected with his shin and he roared in agony.

Buffy jumped up and ran to the wall where Spike had found her before, and duck into the little crevice. Looking up to the ceiling she let out a cry. "Spike," she moaned.

Spike was next to her again, had she come to? No, she still couldn't see him. When he took her hand to pull her out from beneath the table she shouted and ripped her hand out of his. Crawling out of his reach. Angrily he moved to the other side of the table, grabbing her roughly by the waist and carrying her kicking form down to the basement, with quite a struggle. His one leg wouldn't support him, and the other was being kicked to death by the very strong and scared slayer. He chained her against the wall and then took her face in his hands.

"Come on love, come back to me." He wound his fingers in her hair and when she cried out, he kissed her again, less savagely then the last time, but with just as much meaning.

How had the devil fit into such a small cave? The thing was huge, he had gigantic horns reaching up off his head that was twice the size of hers, and his body was nearing the size of a horse. Spike had barely fit in the last time. How could this monster?

A/N: I hope you're all still interested in my story. Sorry I'm not posting as much lately, I've been studying like hell for exams. You know the drill. Well I'll be posting regularly again soon! I promise. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Will post again asap!