He has a what?
I cant believe this. Never did I expect to be having this conversation, and with Buffy, no less.
A soul, Angel. Spike has a soul. But thats not the problem.
Not the problem? Is she hearing herself?
Whats the problem, then?
Somethings haunting him. He
Hes hearing voices, Angel. Theyre telling him to feed.
Are you sure this isnt some game hes playing?
Its not, Angel. Trust me. He has a soul.
How can you be sure? Buffy
hes a ruthless killer. I know
I trained him.
Look, I wouldnt call you if I wasnt sure. But theres something out there, and its been playing mind games with all of us. Its hit him the worst.
You say this thing is telling him to feed
has he done it?
And if that isnt a pregnant pause
Yes.
Stake him.
Angel
Buffy
its a game hes playing. Stake him.
I cant
its not him thats doing this.
Youre the Slayer, Buffy
you know what you have to do.
Its complicated.
What is?
Spike and I
we were involved.
Oh. My. God.
Angel
are you there?
Im here.
Not really. Im currently being assaulted by images of Spike and Buffy writhing around in a mass of sweaty flesh, but if youll leave your name and number, Ill return your call as soon as possible.
Youre the only one that can help. Please, Angel.
Im on my way.
I cant even say goodbye. Grab my keys and walk to the car. The street is normal, everyone speeding by, red flashing hand at the cross walk
all as it should be. Ordinary night in Los Angeles, and my insides are crumbling.
Honestly
I never wanted to make this trip again. Pulling onto the freeway, and Im dreading every second as I move closer to Sunnydale. Spike and Buffy. Buffy and Spike. How did this happen? Obviously shes free to see who she wants. I mean
Ive got feelings for Cordelia
and thats normal, I guess. As soon as she gets her memory back, we can move forward
I think. And then theres Connor. Had my share of drama this year. But Buffy and Spike? And a soul? Feeding, and she cant stake him. I suppose that means I cant stake him. Well, what the hell does she need me there for? And why did I have to find out over the phone that shes been involved with Spike? Involved. A simple word, really. Said in that hesitant way of hers. A tone usually reserved for me, when shes saying that she cant see me anymore
that it hurts too much. And it does.
Flying past cities, the glare of headlights as everyone goes about their everyday business. But this isnt everyday. This is November 25, 2002
the day I discovered that even 250 miles away, safe and sound as she can be in Sunnydale, Buffy can still turn my world upside down.
This is it
my exit. Welcome to Sunnydale. Welcome back to the Hellmouth, Angel. Since youve been gone, weve made some improvements. To your left you can see the newly revamped Slayer on all fours being driven into the mattress by your arch nemesis. To your right, please notice the advancements weve made in returning Spikes soul. Straight ahead, youll find your youngest feeding, and escaping the Slayers stake by playing the Woe, is me. I have a soul. card.
Hadley Street, make a right. 1630 Revello Drive. Im here. Shes in there. With him. Somehow, I cant seem to let go of this steering wheel. Im not going in. She asked for help. We promised to always be there for each other. But this is different.
Alright, lets do this.
One foot in front of the other. Thats it. Up the porch steps, and
Xanders fixing the front window? Hes looking at me, and not saying a word.
So the basement was filled with bodies?
Is that Dawn? My God, she looks like Buffy.
And Spike couldve killed countless others, and buried them around the town? And were waiting for him to do what, exactly? Do something crazy?
Its not that simple.
Willow. The last time I saw her
when we came back from Pylea. Sitting on my couch, in my Hotel, telling me that Buffy was gone.
Shouldnt we stab him through the chest? Isnt that what we do when these things happen?
Smart girl Xanders got there.
Look, Buffy knows what shes doing.
Oh does she? Not from where Im standing
which is on a pile of broken glass, staring into the house like a peeping Tom.
Well, Xander, you know what were all talking about. I mean, youve always been part of the Spike is evil faction.
Ive got a house to put back together.
He nods for me to come inside. I can do this. No, I cant. Too many memories. They all look so much older now. My hand on the knob, and I can do this.
Fine, you guys keep your heads buried in the sand, but I think we should prepare ourselves for the possibility that William the Bloody is back.
I like this Anya. Shes on my team. Willow, turning to face me.
Angel! When did you get here?
Just now.
And suddenly Im hugging her, like my soul depends on it.
Its great to see you. Im glad you came.
Its great to see you too, Willow.
Shes letting me go, and I dont want her to. God, I dont want to face Spike and Buffy as a couple.
So this is Angel?
Comes the teenage I know a secret voice from the Buffy-Dawn. All lip gloss and hair. She doesnt look anything like the picture of the 14 year old that Willow showed me. She wouldnt, though. Two years later
or is it three now? And shes the spitting image of the 16 year old Slayer walking boldly through that dark alley on her way home from the Bronze.
Im Dawn.
She smiles, big Hollywood grin.
I figured.
I smile back. At least I think Im smiling.
Angel.
Xander.
Another nod. Not a witty kid anymore. He looks tired, like hes seen too much. I know the feeling.
Hi Angel, Buffys upstairs. Will you be killing Spike now?
Uh. Yes. Im just uh
gonna go talk to Buffy. And kill Spike.
Look up the stairs. Buffys room at the top. The room where I spent the night after the Master sent The Three. The room where I first kissed her.
Moving up the steps, and I can hear Dawn giggling, and swooning. Everything a teenage girl should do, and its been a long time since Ive been around it. I wont spend too long thinking about it, because I can smell Spike. And Buffy. Here, behind this door.
Were going to get to the bottom of this. We just cant take any chances.
Dont
make it tighter. The knots will give. I get free, someones gonna die.
Swing the door open, because he wont touch her. Not as long as Im here.
Angel.
Her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looks so
beautiful. Grown up. Sad. Concerned. Concerned over that waste of flesh and teeth thats tied to a chair in front of her bed. Curtains pulled closed, because you wouldnt want to get any sunlight on William the Bloody. God forbid he come to any harm.
Buffy.
But Im looking at him. His eyes meet mine. Gone is any trace of that arrogant smirk. Gone is that devious glint in his eyes. He lowers his head. And what the hell do I do with this?
Thanks for coming.
She sounds so sincere. I nod, because youre welcome doesnt seem the best thing to say under the circumstances.
Can I
have a minute with him.
Its not really a request. Not up for debate. But Ill find out if hes telling the truth. Even if I have to beat it out of him.
Sure. Shes walking slowly towards the door Angel
I
Im sorry.
The door closes behind her, and I turn to the eternal thorn in my side.
Sun will be up soon.
The threat makes him stiffen in his chair. Afraid, boy? You should be. This better not be one of your elaborate plans.
Should get Little Bit to bed. Has school in the morning.
So whats the story, Spike?
Saw a man about a girl.
Oh? What kind of man?
Look, Angel why dont you just do what you came here for.
And what do you think I came here for.
To kill me.
You wanna die?
Want has nothing to do with it, mate.
Then what?
Im dangerous, Angel. Theyre not safe with me here. Just do it, while shes gone. She shouldnt have to see this.
Whats this? Spike is noble now? Hes the martyr? What game are you playing at, Spike?
Theres no game! Just do it! Get it over with.
I dont get this. Whatever hes up to, hes willing to die for it. Which would defeat the purpose, if it were a plan. Not that hes ever been great with the plans
but this is a new low, even for him.
Im not gonna kill you, Spike. Not yet, anyway.
Then why are you here?
Buffy called.
Right.
Hes hanging his head again.
Spike?
You should have warned me. Make a good show of forgetting, you do.
Youre not making any sense.
I did this for her. To be the kind of man who would never
To be the kind of man
she could love.
To be like me.
Brilliant, I am. And now youre in me. You, and the screams, and some big nasty I havent sorted out yet.
Im not in you, Spike. Something else may be, but its not me.
No, Angel. They were all talking before. And now its only you
and me
and her.
Im talking inside of you?
You are.
What am I saying?
To go. To go to hell.
Sit down on the bed across from him. Turn his chair to face me.
I want you to pay attention, Spike.
Go on.
Im sitting right here, talking to you. Im not inside your head. Whatever that is, it isnt me. And if its telling you to hurt anybody, including yourself
its not me. Understood?
I dont need your mollycoddling, Angel.
Fair enough. Gonna help me fight this thing?
Hes swallowing hard, and staring at me.
What is it, Spike? Spit it out.
Dont want to fight you, Angel. Sorry
for all I did.
Hes either being sincere, or the Oscar goes to
Its forgotten.
I killed. Recently. Buffy told you, I know she did.
I dont know what to say. Its impossible trying to follow his train of thought.
Why did you do it?
Dont know, do I?! Shouldnt be able to
Start by telling me what happened.
His eyes are drifting off. All I can do is wait. Hopefully hell start spilling.
There were voices. First I reckoned it was the soul. Been a spell since I had one. A bit worse for wear.
Is that when you started feeding?
No. I dont know. Maybe. But then the voices left, all except for us three. And there was a song.
What song?
One you used to sing, and I dont remember what it is.
A soft knock at the door, and Buffy pokes her head in.
Everything alright in here?
So far.
Could use something to eat.
Im on it. Angel? Uhm
can I get you something? Some
blood?
Ill get it.
She nods, and walks away.
Spike, Ill be gone for a minute, but Im coming right back, alright?
Tied to a chair, mate. Not going anywhere anytime soon.
Alright.
Stand up, and look at him. He offers me a small smile of thanks. Push his hair back for him.
Well find out what it is.
Walking down the stairs now, and Im sort of numb. I mean
I like a good mystery as much as the next guy
but this is different. He has a soul, Im pretty sure now. He was never that good at lying. Im just not sure whats haunting him. Maybe they put it in wrong
but if this thing has gone after the rest of the group, well
most likely something supernatural. Shouldnt surprise me, this is the Hellmouth, after all.
In the kitchen now, and Buffys telling Dawn to go to bed, as Willow hunches over her computer.
Hows he holding up? Still chock full o sanity?
Something about the dryness of Xanders tone makes me cringe.
Hes
a little random.
And hungry bloods in the microwave if you want some.
Thanks.
He stayed with me for a week.
Did anything happen?
Aside from him leaving towels on the floor? Not so much.
Was he feeding then?
Turns out, yeah. Imagine my surprise that the creature of the night was out creaturing.
It doesnt come out as judgmental. If I didnt know better, Id say he probably felt sorry for Spike. Im even feeling sorry for him.
How did you find out?
Buffy staked some vamp we used to know, and I guess he told her that Spike was his Sire.
He Sired?! This wasnt just a feed?
Guess so
at first I didnt believe it. I thought it was just some kind of status symbol for the undead
you know my Sire can beat up your Sire.
Hes really an odd kid.
So he only Sired the one?
No, Buffy found a whole nest of them in the basement of this house on Hoffman Terrace. Thats when we knew it wasnt a one bite stand.
A one
never mind. I need details, Xander. Has this thing done anything to you?
No, actually but it did go after Dawn and Willow.
The ding of the microwave, and Im pulling out the bag. Buffy, handing me two cups.
Thanks.
This is the last bag.
Suns coming up, I cant go.
Ill go.
Willow looks up from her computer.
Go to sleep, Buffy you have work in a bit, Ill go get some.
Thanks, Willow
you dont mind?
No, I have to get out of the house. Xanders lectures on proper tool maintenance, while fascinating
just not my thing.
Hey now
Im not that bad. Hes looking at Buffy now. Am I that bad?
No, Xander
youre witty tool guy.
Exactly. Okay, break over
back to the window. You might want to watch yourself there, Angel.
Hes pointing to the morning sun flooding the living room.
Ill just take these upstairs.
Buffys wetting some towels under the faucet.
Im sleeping in Dawns room, we have school at the same time.
Youre back in college?
No
Shes laughing a bit. I got a job at the High School. Im the new peer counselor. Go me! Ill go cuddle up with my insomnia and worry about how Im gonna mess up tomorrow.
Youre a great counselor.
Yeah
but what if the kids come up with some new problems that are
weird or tricky?
Well, I think you underestimate your familiarity in the world of weird and tricky. The jobs perfect for you.
Thanks, Xan
youre always Mr. Supporto.
Its who I am, its what I do.
He grins at her, and I feel
extremely out of place. So much has changed since Ive been gone
then again, so much is the same. Buffys still got her support group, and they never falter. I follow her now, heading towards the stairs. Shes so small. Sometimes I forget that. I watch as each step up that she takes makes her hips swing, just a little. Look away
shes not mine anymore. Were outside the door now, the one with the Buffy plaque hanging there.
Hes in pretty bad shape.
I know.
She hands me the damp cloths, and opens the door.
Spike?
Right where you left me, pet.
Hes shivering. I put the cups down and run a towel over his brow.
You alright?
Fine.
Give him a drink, and hes slurping like he hasnt fed in months.
Willow went out to get more, Spike. You can have all you need, okay?
He pulls his head away from the empty cup and stares blankly at me.
You in there?
Yeah.
Tired?
Yeah.
Im going to bed, guys. If you need me, Im in Dawns room.
Ive got him, Buffy. Sleep tight.
Night petal.
She looks at me, guilty as sin.
Night.
The door closes, and now Im left with him.
So what now?
I dont know, Spike. Youve got me stumped.
Reckon youd know
having the soul all these years.
Thats just it. Whats happening to you isnt the soul.
What then?
Lets take it slow.
I dont remember anything, Angel.
Nothing?
Its all flashes here and there. Its like Im watching someone else
do it, kill people. Ive been losing time for awhile now, waking up in strange places.
When did your chip stop working?
I wasnt aware that it had, you know. Not till now.
And the losing time? How long has that been going on?
Oh
things have been wonky since I got back
ever since
You got your soul.
Yeah.
He looks tired. Exhausted. Hes putting on a brave front, but I can smell fear on him. Its pretty intense right now.
Is something in here with us, Spike?
Just us.
Us us? Or the us inside your head?
Us us.
Alright, lets call it a night. You wanna sleep on the bed?
Dont untie me.
I could tie you to the bed, he shoots me a look so you can get some rest.
Oh, right.
Hey
theres an uncomfortable moment. I didnt mean it that way. I mean
it was only a couple of times
and it was a long time ago. Long long long time ago. Its not like we made a habit of it. Just a few times, actually
and I never tied him to the bed
so I dont know why he
oh fuck it.
Untie his wrists and take him over to the bed. This rope is flimsy. He could get out of this if he really wanted to. He doesnt seem to want to. Ill just make this as tight as possible.
Your wrists okay?
Fine.
Hes lying there, almost trembling. What the hell is he afraid of?
Talk to me.
Stay with me, Angel. Dont let me hurt anyone else.
Hes practically crying.
Im here. Ill be right next to you.
I lie down beside him, and stare up at the ceiling. And how many hours ago was it? I was sitting at my desk, flipping through transcripts and old texts trying to figure out how to restore Cordys memory. Trying to decipher this Slouching towards Bethlehem crap. And now Im here. Here. Buffys house. Lying next to Spike, whos got a soul. Whos been involved with Buffy. Whos been feeding. Whos currently tied to the bed, and shaking.
Promise me, Angel.
Promise you what?
Youll stake me
if she cant.
Its not gonna come to that.
Promise me.
I promise.
Whatever this is
its bad. Ive never seen him this way. Not even being chased by an angry mob in London. Hes never been this afraid. I turn his head to face me, and his eyes are filled with tears.
Im right here.
Pull him onto his side, and curl him into my arms.
Let it out.
Hes sobbing now. Im stroking his back, and cradling his head. I cant make out the words hes saying through the sobs.
Shh
just let it go.
I can smell remorse, guilt, pain
and above it all the fear. Rolling off of him in waves. Hes drowning in it. Aside from holding him, I dont know what to do. For me, it took years, and I still get flashbacks.
Help me.
Im trying, Spike.
Why are they doing this to me?
I dont know.
I killed, and I can feel them. Every one of them.
Pull back, and cup his face in my hands.
I know you can. I do.
Only you know, Angel.
Push his hair back, and press my lips against his. Sobs quieter now, and
What the hell am I doing? Pull away, and stare.
Why did you do that?
His face is frozen in a look of shock.
I dont know. I
dont know.
Its an awful silence, as we stare at each other. Hes not crying, though
I dont know which is worse. Oh God, why did I do that?
She used me.
Im not using you. Im sorry, I
You can use me.
Dont say that.
If you need to, I mean.
I dont need to, Spike.
She hated herself, and she took it out on me.
I wont do that.
I never truly hated myself back then. Not like I do now.
Spike, Im trying to understand. Try to focus, and talk to me.
Can we rest now, Angel?
His eyes are so far away. I wonder if he really registers that Im here.
Sleep. Ill watch over you.
Hes closing his eyes, and burying his head in the crook of my shoulder. How did I get myself into this? Why did I kiss him? Why does he want me to use him? More importantly, why did I kiss him? Am I having some spontaneous kiss episodes? I kissed Gwen
but she started my heart and lets face it, shes gorgeous. Spike is
well
a vampire. A vampire with a soul. Where have I heard this before? Oh, Freud would have a field day with this.
Theres no point in my trying to sleep. I have to get out of here. I have to fix whatevers wrong, and get out of Sunnydale. I really prefer the lawyers, at least with Lilah, I know what Im getting myself into. And apparently so does Wes. Wonder how that all started
Maybe it was all that time spent watching fishes this summer. That could be why Ive been kissing everyone. Okay
it was just a kiss. I need to stop this. Try to sleep
count sheep. Lovely. I can almost hear him calling me a sheep shagger. The old Spike would, anyway. Never mind.
Sounds like a herd of cattle coming up the stairs. Carefully pull my arm from under Spikes head, and move to the door. Look back hes dead to the world right now. At least one of us can sleep. Walk out, and see Willow in the hall.
Everything alright?
Fine
I just found Tuckers brother buying mass amounts of pigs blood at the butchers.
Whos Tucker?
You remember him
from the school
hellhounds?
The prom. Yeah.
Peek my head in the room where Xander and Anya are currently interrogating him.
What was his name, anyway?
Andrew.
Ah.
She smiles, and I finally get a clear look at her face. What happened to you, Willow? Theres not a trace of innocence left in your eyes. What did you do?
Howre you doing in there?
Gesturing towards Buffys room.
Oh
Hes pretty much past the point where he can tell me anything.
I wasnt asking about him.
Smile at her.
I better get back in there.
Walk back into the room, and shut the door as quietly as I can.
Whats going on out there?
Sorry, didnt mean to wake you. Xander and Anya are interrogating Andrew.
Who?
Tuckers brother, apparently.
Oh.
Feeling any better?
Yeah.
Sit down beside him on the bed.
Feel like talking?
How did you do it, Angel?
Work with me here, Spike. How did I do what?
Find some way to feel normal with all the chaos inside.
I dont know if youve noticed, but Im not really the poster boy for normal. Sometimes youve just gotta let go.
When I let go
Im a bad man, Angel.
It just came at a bad time.
The soul, or the voices?
Six of one.
Too right.
What the hell is that?
Sounds like someones using someones head as a battering ram.
Excuse me for a minute.
Race to the door. Fly into the interrogation room, and Anyas sitting on top of the kid, about to clean his clock.
Get her off me! Ill tell you! Ill tell you what you need to know!
Everything alright in here?
Fine.
Okay
Guess Im not needed. Just turn and head back towards
Whos he talking to? Is he singing? Swing open the door and look around. Spikes lying on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling.
Who were you talking to?
Whats that?
I heard you through the door. Who were you talking to?
All of a sudden hes calm, no fear at all.
Nobody
I was just keeping myself company.
Are you okay?
Fine. How are you?
What the hell?
Spike?
Im fine, Angel. Just a bit peckish, I suppose. Do you mind?
Hes nodding towards the cup on the nightstand. Somethings up. Not letting on that I know
let whatever this is come out so I can deal with it. Walk to the nightstand, pick up the cup. Its empty
Shit! Hes on top of me, kicking, and punching
And my head! Oh my head.
Oh my head
gotta stop him. Hes at the wall, and punching through. Get up, damnit! Get up! Hes pulled the kid through, and has him in a death grip, and hes feeding!! Oh my head
Get up. Stand
Stop him
stop him.
Pull him off the kid, and throw him against the wall. Hes trying to stand now. Looking around confused. All of a sudden theres fear again. Fear, guilt and confusion. Fuck this. Kick him in the jaw, and hes out.
Is anyone hurt?
I am!
Besides you. Willow, Xander
wheres Buffy? Anya?
Were fine, Angel. Lets get him downstairs, I have chains in the basement.
Pick him up, put him over my shoulder. That wasnt Spike. I know how he feeds, and that wasnt Spike. I dont know what to do with him though. I cant leave him here this way. Follow Buffy down the stairs
to the basement. I really hate basements. Chains, and cuffs. Lock him up tight. The kids are coming down now.
Youre cut, Angel. Did he attack you?
At first. I wasnt what he was after, though.
He was after Andrew.
I look to Xander.
How is he?
Hes got a good chunk taken out of his neck, but hell be alright. Had to tie him up again, but mainly just to keep him from scratching at his bandages. What the hell happened up there?
I dont know. We were talking, and he was fine. Then I went to check on you guys, and when I got back, he was a completely different person.
Different like William the Bloody type different?
No. I heard him through the door, talking, then singing.
Buffy bends down next to him, and looks up at me.
He mentioned something about a song in the cellar. And he changed there, too
I mean, instantly became another person.
The cellar where he had the bodies?
Yes.
Trigger.
We all look at Xander.
Its in his head. Its a trigger. A brainwashing term. Its how the military makes sleeper agents. They brainwash operatives, and condition them with a specific trigger, like a song, that makes them drastically change at a moments notice.
Willows grabbing his arm.
Is this left over from your days in the Army?
No, this is left over from every Army movie Ive ever seen. But it makes sense. Weve had ghosts, or something haunting us, right? Well, what if Spikes ghosts have figured out of way of not only haunting him, but a way to control him?
Spike said hed been seeing things since I found him in the basement.
So he gets his soul back, starts seeing spooky things, and goes extra-extra crazy?
This trigger
How do we holster
safety
I dont know guns
How do we make it stop?
Well
usually the operative completes his task, and either blows his head off, or steals a submarine.
No. This isnt going to happen. He didnt go through all of this to end up self-destructing.
We need information. If hes a bomb, we need to diffuse him.
Uhm
I hate to interrupt
but Buffy do you want me to call the school and tell them we cant make it in today?
No Dawn. Well go. I just have to
get ready. You guys start the research? Shes looking at Willow and Xander And Angel
stay with him? Dont let him out of your sight.
Ill be here.
The group makes their way up the stairs, and Im left here, watching over him. Song. What the hell song did I used to sing? I sang all the time. Slaughtering my way across Europe with a song in my heart
literally. Alright, lets break it down. I hate this part Im much better with the kicking and hitting aspect of problem solving.
Hes got blood on his face. I should clean that. Shes gotta have something around here. Towels
There. Okay
and a sink. And
I need a bowl or a bucket. Whats in this box? Ah, bathroom items. No bowl, though. Oh, this one is marked Old Kitchen Stuff
Aha! Bowl. Fill it. Alright, lets clean him up. Kneel down next to him. Lift his head onto my leg, and start wiping him down. Cmon Spike, I didnt kick you that hard
wake up.
Hes blinking now.
Did I hurt anybody?
Took a good bite out of Andrew.
I dont remember.
Its alright.
Angel, I dont know why
Well, the kids are researching it right now. Xander thinks youre being triggered.
Kill me.
What?
Angel, you have to kill me.
Spike
it wasnt you
when I came in the room earlier, I heard you talking
You know what Im capable of.
I raised you, I know what youve done.
Im not talking about when you were around. People I done when you were around got off easy. Im talking about what I learned after you left.
Im pretty sure I know what youre capable of, Spike. Hot pokers, remember?
He jumps to his feet.
No, you got off easy, too! You have any idea how many girls I kept alive for years in torture? Trick is you have to drink just enough so that theyll still cry when you
cause its not worth it if they dont cry
Ah, God. Ive been where he is. I know what hes done. Ive done the same myself. Living with the memories, and pounding my head against a wall in hopes that it would break open and spill out all of this remorse.
Spike, you cant hurt anyone now
And Ill stay as long as I have to
Have you ever asked yourself why you cant kill me? After everything Ive done to you
to those around you?
None of thats important right now, Spike.
Angel
I cant be a better man! I cant ever be like you!
I saw you change, Spike.
I havent changed! I just slaughtered half of Sunnydale, and youre saying Ive changed!
It wasnt you.
Hes slumped to his knees, and covers his face with his hands.
Help me, Angel. Stop me. The voices are all around me!
Go to his side, and push his hands from his face.
Look at me, and focus, Spike
I dreamed of killing her. Holding myself and spilling useless buckets of salt over her
ending.
But you didnt, Spike. Shes alive, and shes fighting by your side. Fighting to save you.
I wanted to give her what she deserved. But Ill never deserve her. Not like you.
My stomach twists in knots at his words. I never deserved her. Shes noble, and brave pure, and good. Im a dead man, covered in the blood of innocents, the world around. Im an abomination. And so is he.
Look at me, Spike
Please look at me.
Tears streaking his face, and hes a broken man. Doesnt understand whats happening to him, doesnt know why it hurts so much.
You wanted me once.
I did.
We were mates then.
We were.
Am I flesh? Am I flesh to you, Angel?
What are you asking me, Spike?
You wanted me.
I just said I did.
You were there. You used me, too.
Oh God, no.
Spike, it was so long ago. Im a different man now. I wouldnt use you that way.
No touching!
Im sorry.
Drop my hands to the side. Hes backing away, and grabbing at his belt.
Feed on flesh. My flesh. Nothing else. Not a spark. Oh, fine. Flesh, then.
What are you doing?!
Solid through. Get it hard. Service the man.
Spike, stop!
Right. Man doesnt want to be serviced.
Grab his shoulders, and shake him.
Pay attention to me! Listen to me!
Help me, Angel! Help me!
What the fuck am I trying to do?! Work with me, Spike.
Im trying to!
Help me
help me.
All I can do is hold him. Hes clutching at my shoulders like a drowning man.
Ill help you.
Am I flesh, Angel?
Youre more than flesh.
Make it stop.
I dont know how.
Am I flesh to you?
What are you asking me, Spike?
You wanted me before.
Is he
hes not. He cant want that. Theres no way. Hes out of his mind!
It was a long time ago.
She wanted it fast and hard.
Stop it.
You fancy it deep.
Stop.
You remember.
Fuck do I remember. Of course I remember. And even if this could happen, I dont want him this way when it does. Whats this?! Hes thrusting his hips up against me.
Stop, Spike. Listen to me
try to listen. You dont want this.
Want it to stop hurting, Angel.
Im trying to make it stop hurting.
You can make it stop.
Oh! His hand just slipped between us, and hes rubbing at my crotch.
Spike
Dont do this.
Please help me. Lose my head in you, I could. Wanna lose my head, Angel.
Wants to lose his head. Ah, God
I know this feeling.
Okay
okay
Make it hurt, right?
No
youve had enough pain. Just sit tight a minute.
Why the fuck am I doing this? Run up the stairs and bolt the door. Run back down
shit
wheres that box. There. Lotion. Good. Back to Spike. Shit. I dont know what Im doing now. Take my cock out, and stroke it a few times.
Come here.
Undo his jeans. Stroke him once.
Turn over.
Make it hurt.
No.
Grab the lotion, and grease up my cock. Oh fuck. Push against his entrance. Hes tight. God hes tight. Hasnt done this in a long time.
Come on, Spike
let me in. Let me in.
You need me, Angel?
I do. Let me in, Spike.
Ah God. Pushing into him. Ah. So tight. God, help me. So tight. Breathe, because I have to. Lying on top of him. Deep inside of him. Its all he needs. Let go, because someone needs him. Because hes more than a monster now. Because hes scared, and trapped inside a body thats done horrifying things.
Am I flesh?
So much more.
Pull out slowly, and press forward.
Use me.
Tell me when its good.
Shift my hips and angle my cock towards his spot.
Ah, good.
Is that where? Right here?
Again, slowly drag the tip over the lump inside him.
Yes!
Hes gasping, and moaning quietly.
Is it good?
Angel
Tell me its good.
Use me.
Press in deep, so he can feel my thickness stretch him.
I wont.
Reach around and stroke his cock.
Youre so hard.
Lick at his neck, and whisper in his ear.
Tell me you like this.
I do.
Can you feel me?
Fuck me.
Im fucking you, Spike.
Not using me.
No.
Ah, he moans, and his hand is wrapping around mine. Together we work his cock. Pushing him open, his hips rising and falling on my length. God this feels good. So long since Ive felt a man this way. Since Ive felt him. Have to hold back. Want him to know this is for him.
You like me this way, Angel?
Always have.
His hole clamping around my cock. Fuck, does he know what hes doing to me? Focus, because this is too much. His cock slips through my fingers, and I squeeze. Hes moaning so loud, and its killing me.
Can I turn you over?
Yeah.
Pull out, and take his jeans off completely. Hes spreading his legs, and holding them high for me. His cock, a deep red, and pressed into his belly. Oh fuck.
Please, Angel
dont stop.
Not stopping.
Grip my cock, and press against his hole again. This time, Im slipping right in. I can see his face, eyes locked with mine, lips trembling. Lips. Press mine against his. Kiss him. Slow and deep, like the long slow pumps of my hips. Open. So open for me. Pumping and pressing. Kisses up to his ear, he shudders, and down his neck, and he moans. Reach between us, and hold onto his length. Each thrust driving his cock through my fingers. So good. So
so good.
Angel
Im here. Right here.
Are you near?
I am. Are you?
Kiss me again.
Move my head back, and press my mouth against him. Tongue lapping at the wetness, lips closing softly around each other. And fuck
Im gonna
Now.
Ah, God
Releasing into him. Deep. So deep. Ah
Deep. His cock, pulsing in my fist
God
so
good.
Hips still, and kissing him again.
You alright?
Yeah, you?
Yeah.
Just lie here, on top of him. Dont even pull out. Just lie here, and wait. Think about this insane absolution Ive given him. Like he needed this
to know he mattered, to know he was still here. Wish it were really that easy. Its only a momentary reprieve. But at least I can help him through. Whenever we get rid of whats haunting him at least hes got me
someone whos been through
The lights just went out.
What the hell just happened?
~End~
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