Author: Dru
Distribution: Organized Insanity, otherwise ask me
Rating: PG14
Pairing: Spike POV
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I'm just abusing them for a while.
Feedback: PLEASE! It means SOOOO much! PLEASE PLEASE!

Bloody tragedy is what it is. He knows this. Well, at least for *him* it is. Here she is, right in front of his eyes and he wants her, god he wants her so much. But she won't have him. She dreams of souls and brooding vampires. She dreams of dark hair and large hulky ox-like bodies and caveman brows. She dreams of good ones who will rescue her and fight by her side. But what of him?

WHAT OF HIM?! He mentally screams at her. He wants to scream and yell and do something. *Anything*. But he doesn't. He smiles and lets her walk away because that's the only thing she wants from him, is to be able to walk away.

She doesn't know or doesn't want to know that he practically died twice over for her, and would have done it again! She doesn't want to think about how he stood by her sister while she cried or how he let the fifteen year old beat him with a bat one night because he thought it might help her deal with the grief. She doesn't wanna know that *he* was the one that fought the ten demons that were holding the amulet that they needed to give her life again.

All she knows is that he's a killer. A serial killer in a cage. Her exact words. He can't be good.

FINE! He'll show her!

He runs.

Runs to find the witch. She's the only one that can help him now.

He knocks on the door and waits. "What?" She asks with a sigh.

"I need your help." He says.

"With what?"

"A spell."

"What kind?" She asks.

"I need you to give me my soul."

"Huh?"

~El Fin~