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A/N :- Than you so much to everyone that has reviewed and voted for this story, it makes my day. To know that my waffling on is entertaining someone at least ! ;p
This chapter is a little short but I didn't want to go on with the next arc as it would have made this chapter a marathon to get through. I am trying to get this story out to you as fast as possible, bare with me pwease!

I will be dealing with Williams transformation into Spike within the next two chappies so sit tight and read on..... grab your cuppa's an' bickies.....




Chapter 7


Sunnydale

Spike felt the familiar pull of sleep , he yawned and felt himself relax. His muscles refused to work and his lids drooped, the bottle of half empty J.D dropped to the floor of his crypt. The t.v finally blinked into the hazy snow as the channel he'd been watching without seeing, shut down for the night.
His body twitched as the last remaining adrenaline burnt itself out. Patrol had been busy, demons and vamps had finally found out that the Hellmouths Slayer was dead. One vamp had been stupid enough to chide him about it, instead of his usual outright staking, Spike had lavished himself in a damn good blood bath, serve the stupid wanker right!

Dawn had been making frequent visits to his crypt as she hated being at the house. Willow , Xander , Tara and Anya were acting freaky around her and she admitted to him that it just didn't feel like her home any more. He knew what she meant.

His eyes rocked rapidly in their sockets and he moaned , his dreams started with the tower, Dawn bound at the edge of a platform.......

"Noooo!" he screamed out, and then the pain would hit him. Images flashed through his mind, filling him with a mix of emotions that he didn't know whether to trust or not. The memory that disturbed him the most was the one of his siring. Fading was the barn and the rebuff from Cecily, Dru turning up and talking of fish swimming around him, replaced by the picture of Buffy with Angelus and Dru turning him in a park by the lake, the day after his wedding to Buffy.

His eyes shot open and he shot up so fast the chair he had just been sat in, flew back as his calf muscles hit it. His brow creased in confusion and he picked up the now almost empty bottle of J.D. Spike swore at his lack of alcohol as he looked down and saw the spilt Jack Daniels on the crypt floor. "Right, gotta remember to put the bloody lid on when I get m'self soddin hammered". He threw the now drained bottle into the corner, satisfied when he heard the pop and tinkling noise of the glass bottle smashing. Okay so it seemed an empty sort of venting , but it helped, violence helped.

Giles had been nominated as the man to fetch the vampire from his crypt. Walking through the cemetery made him nervous. Demons knew that this was William the Bloody's graveyard and so, for the most part, it remained demon free. That did nothing to abate the Watchers fears though. Too many years spent on the Hellmouth had not made Giles complacent when it came to demons and their habitual feeding areas or the fact that there was always the out of town element that didn't respect boundaries.
He clutched the stake tightly within his grasp and when he finally reached the crypt, he let go of his tight grip on the stake, only to wince as his stiffened knuckles cracked.

Spike snapped round to the doorway and saw the Watchers fingers grip the internal part of the door before stepping out from behind it. A sheepish grin greeted him followed by a small clearing of his throat.

"Willow says it's time, would you accompany me back to the house so that we can leave."

London.

Buffy couldn't face going back to the gathering and facing Anne. She wasn't even sure where she was going. She passed by families and couples, men and women without a glance up from the pavement, knocking into the other pedestrians without care or consideration. Finally she found her way to the woods and her stump. She sat on the ground, pulling her cloak around her for warmth and sobbed.

Buffy knew that she should wake herself up and get back to the house, Anne would be frantic by now. Yet the thought of facing her held more angst and Buffy couldn't take any more. She picked at the moss that had grown on the stump and smiled as she remembered the first time she had found it and sat here. A twig snapped somewhere in the woods and Buffy shot up and squinted into the relative darkness of the woods. Even in the daylight hours, the woods remained dark due to the denseness of trees.Satisfied that it must have been animals, Buffy went back to her thoughts and her mourning.

It only seemed like a few hours that she had been sat there, not an entire night and day, but as the sky started to turn a spectrum of colours Buffy felt the pull of the night.The Slayer within bayed for some violence, her body yearned for sustenance.
Buffy rose from the stump and brushed her crumpled dress down, trying to at least look less of a mess. She froze and looked around. The hairs on her arms and neck raised and the tell tale shiver ran down her spine.
Closing her eyes, she homed in on the area that her senses told her the vampire was in. Walking towards the woods she breathed in deeply and then froze.

"Thought you would come here love"
"Your ......"
"Yeah, funny thing happened. Woke up in a bloody box, dug out of it , only to find that woman from last night waiting for me. You were nowhere to be seen. As my wife, I would have thought you would have been there"
"They took you" she hesitated but couldn't help but walk toward him. "How did you get away from them?"
"After going back to a hotel with that woman, she introduced me to her family. Imagine my shock when it is none other than that monster Angelus"

Buffy closed her eyes, she knew this part of his history ,both Spike and Angel had told her how rivalry had been rife between them from the get go.

"The beast held my hand out into the sun to prove that I was like him, a monster"
"I'm sorry " she whispered

William walked to meet her, he couldn't smell fear, why wasn't she scared?

"No need, we both knew this would happen. I welcomed it in fact." He took her hand and placed it on his chest, above where his heart was. "I may be dead now, a monster, this heart of mine may be nothing but a still cold muscle, but believe me when I say that it still beats for you Buffy"

She looked into his blue eyes and knew it to be the truth. Tears stung her eyes

" You will be going back to the place from where you came, where I am this 'Spike' and we can be together again. Buffy, I won't come to you again, I can't take the chance that they will follow me here.Angelus wants to travel to Yorkshire, in the north of England, I have to go, I'm not strong enough to survive without them"
"I understand" she whispered.
" I came to let you know and to say goodbye love, and to let you know that I won't forget, your a part of me now" He kissed her gently and stood back as his demon came forth. "I haven't learnt to control it yet, it's not safe Buffy. I'll try to not kill, I promised you that I wouldn't, I wish I could keep it "
"William, " Buffy closed the gap and studied his demon , raising her fingers to delicately trace his ridged brow , dipping her fingers into his mouth and over his fangs. A feral growl emanated from him and he stood in awe of her.

"Buffy" he gasped . William ducked his head into the nape of her neck. He breathed in her scent, casting it to memory "Love you so much"
She felt the wetness on her shoulder and swallowed hard as her own tears fell "I love you too William" she felt him stiffen in her embrace and the cool lips that were once warm, caress her neck. His face was human once again and he crashed his mouth to hers.

The heat that engulfed them forced them to shed the clothing that they wore, falling to the grass as they clung to each other. They knew this would be the last time they would see each other and that made them even more desperate .

William entered her without the gentleness he had shown before. Buffy cried out as his forceful strokes hit a place in her he hadn't touched before. His face morphed and he growled at the Slayer below him.Buffy raised a hand to his cheek and smiled, calming his demon. His thrusts slowed but still had the force behind them. He felt her inner muscles grip him and he closed his eyes in sheer bliss.He bent into her neck and growled possessively, Angels mark angered him. Buffy laid her arm across his shoulders and whispered to him. William looked into her eyes and nodded, returning his head back into it's previous resting place. Cold kisses and the massage of his tongue fuelled the building orgasm, the pulsing within her body tempting him to take her, to drain her. Williams sharp intake of unneeded breath signalled to her, he was raging inside, battling the temptation to take her, to kill his first Slayer. Yet she trusted him, believed him when he had said that he wouldn't hurt her.

The sting hit her and her eyes shot open. Her pussy clamped him in place, stilling his movements and yet , coupled with the sensation of Slayer blood infusing his being , he felt his orgasm build and them come from nowhere. Buffy screamed out as she came with him. William gasped for air and rolled off her. Buffy panted and watched as he laid still, staring at her.
Neither spoke for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Buffy sat up and straightened her clothing . William pulled up his trousers and stared at his mark.
Shame hit him, yet inside his demon felt elation.

He stood up and helped her to her feet. The grief in their eyes said more than words. With a kiss so deep Buffy thought he had sucked out her soul , he disappeared into the night.

L.A

Angel had just returned from a job, he was covered in slime, blood and gore. Cordy had followed him in through the doors and was still going on about her visions being right and that he should take more notice of her. After all, wasn't that why the Powers had given her the visions?

Angel blanked out her rants and moans and went into his office and slammed the door. He slumped into the chair and put his feet up on the desk. His redemption didn't seem at all worth much at the moment. Something was changing , something within him , some of his memories were blurring and confusing the hell out of him.
The pain shot through his head causing him to fall from his chair, Gunn, Cordy and Wesley ran into the office. They helped the stricken Angel back into the chair and stood back as his demon visage came to the fore.

"He's not unno grrrr again is he?" Cordy asked
"How the hell should I know!" Gunn snapped
Wesley untucked the stake from his jacket and held it ready for any attack Angel should try.

Angel came out of his trance like state and blinked
"I'm fine! And thanks for the vote of confidence Wes" Angel stood and swayed slightly. Gunn immediately caught him and once Angel seemed to have motor functions again, he let go. "I'm going to bed, let me know if there's anything you need me for"

He left the office, leaving behind his three employee's in the dark and all coming to their own conclusions. Finally Cordy spoke "It's Buffy, it's got to be, she's the only one that can get him all broody "


Sunnydale


Willow couldn't understand it. She had studied the text for weeks, had gone over everything a hundred times or more. She'd done all the calculus, made sure all the ingredients were fresh and correct. So where was Buffy?

As they group walked back into the Summers house, Spike appeared at at the door before they all had a chance to enter
"Where is she?" he said excitedly

Their faces told him what he feared. It hadn't worked. His Buffy wouldn't be coming back. As if suddenly too weak to hold himself upright, he collapsed onto the stairs and broke down .
He should have known, nothing Willow tried with magicks worked. How had he been so naive? How could Willow attempt something that was doomed to fail?

Dawn stood at the top of the stairs , overhearing the banter that was tossed from one person to the next.


Buffy woke up gasping for breath. Her body seemed uncoordinated and heavy limbs refused to work . It was dark and cramped wherever she was. A million different scenario's ran through her mind. Then she remembered , she had been buried, she was in her coffin.
Panic set in and she punched and clawed at the lid, the satin liner ripped and splinters of wood rained down from the spot that Buffy concentrated on.


Spike pulled himself together and had left the house. He couldn't take the chatter that they had taken up in the lounge. His need for violence took him through his cemetery. After dusting several vamps, he decided to stop by Buffy's grave, though he didn't know why. He had avoided it since her funeral, seeing it made it real, he couldn't let himself believe she had gone and since he had been getting the flash backs, he knew that it was a lie. No point wasting time visiting a grave that was empty he told himself.

His vampire hearing caught the sound. He sat mesmerised by it for a long time until he saw the surface dirt shift. Panicked, he started digging at the point where fresh earth had been turned over.
A hand shot up and then clawed for purchase. Spike grasped her hand and pulled her up, Buffy's head and shoulders were now above ground. Using the base of her coffin, Buffy pushed her way up through the earth.She collapsed onto the grass beside her coffin and looked back at her headstone.

" She Saved The World A Lot " that's what you all come up with? Who's idea was that?"