Spike

I got it back, the spark that she longed for. I got it back for her, but would it matter. She hated me as it was, especially after all that happened. A deep sigh escapes my lips as I make my way though the cemetery back to my crypt, the place that had become my home.

I could feel it now, burning inside me, bringing back all those memories. They were haunting me, every single second. I couldn't get them out. Taking another drink of from the bottle of vodka that was held tightly in my left hand as if it was the most important thing to me. But I guess it was, it numbed the pain a bit..would make them go away for a few. It still didn't matter, all those faces, all those screams and pleads for mercy were all there. They wouldn't leave, I did it all for her to become a better man not some murderous monster that she thought I was. The slayer changed me, me William the Bloody. Imagine that, the slayer bloody changed me, made me a better man. I wanted to do good, good for her. If only she knew, I would go to 'ell and back for her.

I continued until I finally reached my crypt, I push open the doors and slowly walk in to realize everything was exactly the same as it was before. I should probably just stay here for a while, wait. Im not ready, not ready to face her yet. Would I ever be ready to face her. I was now just like Angel, a pathetic vampire with a soul, expect the only difference is I wanted the soul, I fought for the soul because I wanted to become a better man. Not cause of some Gypsy curse. But still I knew none of that would matter to her.