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*Don't you know I love you more then life itself,
Don't you know that you're my pride.
And I would not have you walking through this world,
Without me by your side.
Go to sleep, my little man.
Don't you weep, my little man.*
-My Little Man-Ozzy Osbourne-
Spike sat on the hood of his car, a bottle of vodka resting against his crotch as he stared at the small black and white house that had become his home. His eyes were faraway, as if he was still sitting in the desert, still in the grips of the nightmarish visions that had been inflicted on him.
He played with a piece of paper in his hand, his eyes flickering down to it absently. Erin had left him. His lies had all come out, and she left him. She even signed it Airlia. The Watcher undoubtedly had told her then, about his dreams and such.
He didn't have the strength to be angry, not now. He was too tired from the days spent entrapped in a world that was real, yet not real, exhaustion weighing his limps so that the only thing he could lift was the bottle of liquor between his thighs.
That, and the rings he had found resting on the kitchen counter next to the note. A bitter-sweet Dear John letter from someone who probably didn't even know what the term meant. He could imagine the sadness she had written it with, and then, the angry, sarcastic scrowling of the name that wasn't hers, at least, not the one they knew her by now.
The metal bands clinked together and he sighed, lifting the bottle to his lips. Thousands of years...empires rose and fell, and we were there through it all...the sands shifted, continents drifted, and I still loved her and she still died. Fucking A...
Spike suddenly snorted, "Sounds like a fucked up country song," He muttered beneath his breath, finishing off the vodka and starting on the tequila. Maybe if he got drunk enough, he'd pass out and the sun would take care of his current problems.
He considered going over to Giles', sure that would be where his woman was holing up, but figured that'd earn him a stake through the chest. Besides, the witch had probably already revoked his invitation.
He sighed, flopping back on his car, the metal cool against his back. Right about now, Satan's offer was starting to look very good to him. Yeah right...that'll go over well, he thought bitterly, Hey, luv, hope you don't mind, but I let the devil turn Earth into a living hell, and guess what? We're the king and fucking queen of it...oh, and that cute kid of ours...he's evil and will probably end up killing us both.
It was really hard to believe this was happening. When it all started out, he had been estatic, sure nothing could go wrong for him or his Slayer again. Sure she would be able to enjoy the life she had before her...with him.
I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it...
He contemplated the house in front of him before closing his eyes. Memories washed over him, bittersweet, tainted with his lies.
Erin stroking his face after a particular upsetting dream he couldn't remember, but now knew the ramifications of. The way he would tenderly slip into her, nearly losing what little control he had at the tight, hotness of her sheath.
He let the memories lull him into sleep, uncaring that he was in the open and that the sun would be up in a matter of hours, and the rings slipped from his fingers to fall with small clinks to the ground, the tinny sound final and heartbreaking.
Someone was punching him, and Spike groaned, opening his eyes blearily to see Erin glaring at him, "Are you bloody dense?" She snapped at him, and he rubbed his eyes, "Ugh...not this again," he tried to roll over in bed, then yelped as he fell off the hood and onto the blacktop, forgetting he had been sleeping on his car.
That sobered him a bit, but not much as he peered at Erin's legs through a booze-haze, "Damn...you got some nice legs..."
Erin rolled her eyes, "Get your undead arse off the ground and into the house before it fries...not that I care."
Spike ignored her as he rolled to his back, closing his eyes again. He shifted uncomfortably, then reached beneath his back, grabbing the two rings he was laying on, eyeing them warily as if they would bite, and Erin sighed, "I should just leave you here, you rat bastard," she muttered beneath her breath, then rolled her eyes as she bent and dragged him upright, and Spike looked at her accusingly, "You left me!" He said indiginitly.
"Do you blame me?" She asked as he leaned against her, swaying on his feet. With some difficulty she got him up the steps, where he prombtly tripped and landed on his face. "OW!"
Erin giggled, then rolled her eyes again as she helped him back up. She glanced at the horizon, glad that the house faced west as she set him down on the porch swing, "Just...sit there and sober up," She ordered him, stalking into the house.
He sat there silently, almost about ready to doze off again when the door slammed and he glanced towards Erin. She dropped a handful of his clothes beside his feet, "There's no way I'm living with Giles," She informed him, and Spike looked down at the rings in his hand.
She sighed when he didn't move, "Spike, go away, please?"
He still didn't move, and she crossed her arms over her chest, "Well?"
Spike dug into his duster pocket and removed a flask and she grabbed it with a sound of disgust flinging into the yard, "Goddamn it, Spike! You know I fucking hate it when you do that! Drinking doesn't make your problems disappear! I swear, you must be the only bloody alcholoic vampire on the bleeding planet!"
Spike looked after his flask, growling as he stood up, but she pushed him back down onto the swing, "Don't you bloody dare go after it!"
He grabbed her around the waist and she yelped as he jerked her down on his lap, "William Anthony Giles! You let me up this instant!" She snapped at him, struggling in his strong arms, but he ignored her as he buried his face in the base of her neck.
She finally sighed, shaking her head as she stopped moving. "Spike, you're not making this easy..."
"Good," he muttered against her throat, tightening his hold on her, "I'm not letting you go..."
"Spike..."
He lifted his head, his eyes roaming over her face, "I'm not going to let him get you."
"Let who get me?"
Spike glanced around before leaning forward and whispering conspiratorially, "Satan..."
"Satan's after me?" A puzzled look crossed her face, "Spike, how much did you drink before I got here?"
He shook his head, leaning his head back against the swing as he closed his head, "Showed me how it was all going to end...not going to let you go out that way."
"Spike...where were you?" Erin asked after several minutes of silence, and Spike opened his eyes again, focusing on her with some trouble, "Peaches sent me to some crazy old Indian guy...he tried to make me sweat and stuff..."
"Um...okay?"
Spike nodded firmly, "You looked the same, you know...even then...couldn't see myself a'course...invisible and all that...and you kept dying...you know..." He looked thoughtful, "I don't think you ever screamed...I would've...especially in the fire..."
"Spike, look at me," Erin grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her, "I'm not dead, Spike."
He looked frustrated as he dropped his arms from around her, "Not right now! But you were!"
"Of course I was, darling...but I came back..."
"Cause they made you!" Spike nearly shouted, "They made you come back and now everything is wrong!"
Erin frowned, catching his flailing hand, "Spike, it was Beatrice that brought me back...and...these dreams...whatever they are...they aren't real..."
"They are," Spike insisted angrily, "No one fucking believes me!"
Erin met his dark blue eyes, frowning slightly as he peered at her intently, "I can see myself," he told her softly, "Your eyes...they're like mirrors..." He stroked her face tenderly, closing his eyes again, "I can't lose you again...not like that...it isn't right for them to fuck with our lives like that."
"Spike, like how? Please tell me," She pleaded in a hushed whisper, "I want to believe you...so much...but you can't...keep lying to me."
Spike opened his eyes as she shifted on his lap and lay her head against his chest and he once more wrapped his arms around her, breathing in her scent deeply, "Ever hear of the Karma cycle?"
Spike watched worriedly as Erin stood in the yard, the early morning sun beating down on her. Her back was to him and he couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling. Her shoulders were tensed, as was her back, but he was unable to go out there and comfort her, instead he was forced to stay in the safety of the covered porch.
Now that he was semi-sobered up, he regretted telling her most of what he had seen, but glad he had the forethought to keep some of it to himself. The time would come when she'd have to know, but for now, that was more then he wanted her to know.
He played with the rings in his hand absently, his eyes on her, waiting for her to say something, whether it was she believed him or told him he was completely off his rocker.
Erin herself didn't know quite what to think about it. She wanted to believe him, but it was incredible to say the least. However, his earnestness disturbed her. He believed it.
She turned back towards him, catching his gaze. "Spike, this...is completely...and utterly nuts."
Spike nodded slowly, "Had a hunch you wouldn't believe it."
"I didn't say that," She hesistated before going towards the porch. She paused at the top step between the dark shadows and sunlight before stepping over the threshold. "Spike, do you believe?"
Spike seemed to be measuring her with his gaze, "Yeah, luv, I do," He answered, then snorted almost bitterly, ripping his eyes away from her to look towards the road, "Finding myself believing in a lot lately. God, Satan...or whatever the hell they call themselves. Fuck...even believe in an old Indian fuck that knows his shit..."
"Native American," Erin corrected, and Spike looked towards her again. She was looking down at her ample belly, and she shuddered before lifting her eyes, "I don't...want to believe it, Spike...how can...he be like that? He's ours!"
Spike stood up as she began to cry and enveloped her small body with his arms, as if to protect her from whatever was destined for them. "He's not, pet," He told her softly, kissing the top of her head, relieved despite himself. Her tears showed that she did believe him, "He's something else...he's something evil, luv, and you have to remember that. No matter what happens, you have to remember that..."
Her sobs only intensified as he lifted her up and carried her into the house, whispering to her reassuringly.
Xander glowered down at his feet as he walked towards Erin and Spike's house, silently cursing out the vampire and nearly ran into Wesley as he turned to go up the walk.
The Watcher glared at him, "What are you doing here?"
"Soliciting door to door to get people to join my cult...what in the hell do you think I'm doing here?" Xander asked irritably, "I'm checking up on her, and by the looks of things, Deadboy's back," He gestured at Spike's car in annoyance, "I was hoping he'd have the sense to stay away for good this time."
"Well, look on the bright side," Wesley said and Xander frowned, "What bright side?"
"She could've dusted him."
"Do you really think we're that lucky?" Xander sighed, shaking his head as he glanced at the house, "I don't know what it is about those two, but they can't seem to stay apart. No matter how much he channels Dru."
"Who?"
"His ex...crazy? With the Slayer slashing?"
"Oh, right," Wesley shook his head, "The whole...Greek thing..."
"He's nuts," Xander replied, "Former Watchers usually are."
"Watch it," Wesley glared at him, and then his eyes widened, "Former what?!"
"Oops," Xander strode past him rapidly, and Wesley hurried to catch up, "Spike is a former Watcher?!"
"I never said that," Xander pointed out, then paused, seeing Spike's clothes lying on the porch where Erin had dropped them. "Maybe we shouldn't go in there..."
Wesley ignored him, and went in anyways, and Xander shook his head, "A far braver man then me," He muttered beneath his breath before following.
Instead of interrupting anything, they just saw Spike at the kitchen sink, pouring booze down the drain and grumbling beneath his breath. Wesley immediately stalked towards him, "Are you a former Watcher?" He asked testily, and Spike glanced over his shoulder, "Yeah, so, what of it?"
Wesley glared at him, "Bloody perfect...is there anything else you want to bloody well share?"
Spike glanced at Xander before turning around to face them, "Fine. I crucified my wife two hundred years ago but through a spell that was done by some old woman, she was brought back to life with the blood of a vampire and is now half a one. She's carrying the child of Satan, and I just spent four days in a hut flogging myself with sticks and talking to foxes and Angelus."
"Well, fine! If you're going to be sarcastic about it!" Wesley huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, and Spike rolled his eyes, "What the bloody hell do you want?"
"We were checking on Erin and hoping she threw your ass out," Xander told him, scowling at him, "Where is she?"
"Upstairs," Spike answered, dropping the last bottle in the trash, "She's sleeping, so leave her the hell alone."
"Why don't you?" Xander asked snidely, "All you have done since you showed up in Sunnydale is make her life a living hell...and what in the hell is with this Satan shit?"
"Exactly as it sounds," Spike glared at him, "And I didn't..."
"Yes, you did," Wesley broke in, and Spike's eyes narrowed, "You don't even know her," He growled at Wesley, "So keep your fucking opinions to yourself."
"I'm her Watcher..."
"In case you haven't noticed, you goddam git, Rupert's her Watcher...she just allows you to play at being one. When she's done training with you, she goes over there. At least he cares if she lives or die. You only want to further your bloody career!"
"He's got a point," Xander said, then grimaced when he realized that he had just agreed with Spike, &qr anBut that's not the point! You get drunk every other day! You've been lying to her about everything and then to top it, you take off without a word for six days! She thought you were dead, you know! She was supposed to be divorcing you, and now here you are! Wriggling back into her life like the insensitive prick you are!"
Spike eyed him cooly, "Do you seriously think you'd ever have a chance with her if I wasn't here?"
Xander gaped at him for a few seconds before recovering himself, "Fuck you! Unlike some people, I actually care about her well-being!"
"Harris, the only reason I lied to her was because I cared about her fucking well-being!" Spike exploded, and Xander flinched as the vampire got up in his face, "I made a bloody mistake, all right?! I didn't want to send her to the fucking hospital again!"
Before Xander could retort, Erin came into the kitchen, pulling at the hem of her silk nightgown tht reached mid thigh and frowning when she saw that Wesley and Xander looked about ready to jump Spike, "What's going on down here? And if anyone of you say nothing, I'll beat you to death."
"Just...a discussion, luv," Spike growled, turning towards her, and she shook her head, "Discussions rarely end in bloodshed, darling," She kissed the side of his mouth before going to the fridge and removing a blood packet and tossing it in the microwave, "Have you slept yet?"
"Not since you woke me up in such a friendly way," He replied, rubbing his side with a wince, "I should report you for spousal abuse."
"I'm sure they'd believe that a little girl like me beat up on a big, manly man like you," She teased as she grabbed out the blood, glancing at Wesley, "It's a little early for training, isn't it?" She asked as she poured out two mugs and Wesley paled as he watched her down it, "What are you doing?!"
Erin smiled, "My husband has a nasty penchant for sarcasm, Wesley, but he did not lie to you."
Spike shook his head, "You were eavesdropping, pet."
"You're...a...a...
"A...a...halg-vampir," Xander said, and Spike rolled his eyes, "Halb, Harris, and your accent's horrible."
Wesley was gaping at her, "How come no one told me this?"
"Didn't ask," Erin glanced at Xander, "Can I bum a ride?"
"Love too, but Anya stole my car again."
"Not another fight..."
"Big one. Said I was flirting with you."
Spike glanced at him sharply, "What?!"
Erin pretended to misunderstand him, "Xander was going to give me a ride to the doctor's. Time for a sonagram."
"Son of who-what?"
"Sonagram...they're going to take pictures of your kid," Xander told him, and Spike glanced at Erin, "Are you sure that's a good idea...considering...you know..."
"That he's Satan's child? Why not? Chances are, I'm not going to live through the birth, so I might as well get a look at what's killing me, right?"
"You know I bloody hate it when you talk like that..."
"Too bad, we're seperated, remember?" She stuck her tongue out at him, "And it's my life, so I can talk flippantly about my death if I want too."
"You better put that back in your mouth before I bite it off."
Erin wriggled her eyebrows, "Promise?"
Spike gaped at her in surprise, as did everyone else, and she looked around at them, "What? I can't talk dirty? You people are no fun!"
"She's possessed," Xander muttered, and Spike rolled his eyes, "No, she's not. She gets like this when she's adjusting to a new problem."
Erin shrugged, "And your way is so much better, Mr. Drink-myself-into-a-stupor?"
"Can...can we please get back to the...Satan's child bit?" Wesley asked, staring at a drop of blood on her lip, shuddering, Good God...the Council would have a field day with this...
"Oh, that?"
"Yes, that!" Xander gave her an exasperated look, "I think that's kinda important."
"Um...Xander, I'm carrying the child of Satan and I'm going to be pissed off if I miss my doctor's appointment."
"Great...sarcasm," Xander glanced towards Spike, "Car keys?"
"Over my dead body. I'll drive her."
"I'm still coming! I don't trust you not to impregnant women with demon seed!"
"Harris, the women at the doctor's will most likely already been impregnanted...hence the need to see an obstrician."
"And if he even thinks of it, I'll stake him myself," Erin muttered, grabbing her coat.
"I'm coming too," Wesley said, and the three looked at him in surprise, and he shrugged, "All in the interest...of science."
"Great. I'm a science experiment now. I feel sooo special."
"Could be worse. Did you ever see Rosemary's baby?"
"Harris, shut up," Spike growled, while Erin looked interested, "What's that about?"
"Pretty cool movie, actually. Woman gets raped and implanted with Satan's seed...you really should look into it..." A voice put in. Xander and Wesley whirled as Spike tensed before shoving Erin beneath the counter. "Hey!"
Xander and Wesley exchanged a look as they evaluated the handsome stranger with the smoldering black eyes. He was dressed in all black, except for his leather jacket, which was a rich red.
He ignored the two men, looking at Spike bemusedly as Erin stood back up, glaring at her husband, "What's with the...whoa..." Her eyes widened when she saw the stranger, "Satan?"
"Satan," Spike nodded curtly, " 'allo mate...nice to see you again...well, not really, but I was brought up polite."
"This is Satan?!" Xander started to laugh, "Wow...and here I was thinking horns...a tail...or at least something really cool looking!"
"He's wearing Gucci shoes," Wesley supplied, "But I think they're fakes."
Satan looked down, "What? I'll kill that bastard! He told me they were real!"
"This is what got you scared?" Xander asked Spike, "Man, and you used to have balls." He looked back towards the devil, "You know, you could have made a cool entrance or something. You know...fire...a little screaming...that would have been cool..."
"Harris...could we not taunt the Dark Lord of Hell? Just a thought," Spike hissed at him as Erin's eyes narrowed.
"I must admit, the boy has a point," Wesley said, raising an eyebrow, "I'm severly disappointed...I can't believe he's what Christians have feared for all this years. It's sad, really."
Satan glared at them, "Enough! I'm not going to waste my time with you two!" He moved towards Erin, and Spike shoved her behind him, but Xander and Wesley sidestepped in front of her, "Sorry, buddy...there's no way in hell you're getting near her."
"Yes...I think you've done enough damage..."
"And, you know, there is the issue of child support..."
"Child support?" Satan repeated, and Xander nodded, "Hey, you knock the girls up, you have to pay. Didn't your mother ever teach you that?"
"I don't have a mother, dipshit. I was created, not born!"
"Yeah, well, I hope God kept the reciept, cause you really suck as a demon...I mean, come on...using a vampire to get her pregnant? What? Can't get little Lucifer up?" Xander mocked him, "I guess all those years inhaling sulfur and burning flesh and whatnot affects the performance, right?"
"Do they have a Viagra for that?" Wesley asked, smirking at Satan, "I hear it works wonders for people with your...problems..."
"Unless it's performance anxiety...cause I'm thinking the whole Evil Prince of the Underworld thing is a phallic symbol. Can't get chicks the normal way, so he gets himself a cool name, a ripping gig...all to mask his insecurities...did you try talking to a therapist? Or even a penile implant..."
"ENOUGH!"
Simoutansously, Wesley and Xander lifted off the floor and went flying against the far wall, cracking the dry wall with their impact. They were pinned against the wall by an invisible force, and with some diffculty, Wesley turned his head towards Xander, "Maybe we shouldn't have started with the impotency jokes..."
Satan stalked towards Erin and Spike, and the vampire snarled, going into game face as he held Erin behind him, only to be thrown to the side like a rag doll by the same invisible force that had been used against Wesley and Xander. He slammed into the kitchen cabinents and dishes and cups spilled down on top of him as he rolled off the counter onto the floor with a groan.
"Spike!" Erin tried to go to him, but she was stilled in mid-stride, and forced against her will to face the demon invading her home.
He watched in amusement as she tried to resist his powers, struggling to make her hands and feet move, "You're a strong one, little girl."
"And you're a rat-bastard," She hissed at him, her eyes narrowing, "Get away from me!"
Satan tsked in disapproval as he stepped over the broken glass and cupped her chin in his hands, and she shuddered at his touch, which seemed to sear her skin, "Such language from a finely-bred young lady. What would your mother say?" He repeated Xander's words, and she would have shrugged if she could've, "My mother's dead, and she didn't raise me in the first place..."
"Ah, yes...that's right, you never knew her...she was a whore, you know," Erin flinched slightly, which did not escape his notice as Spike climbed shakily to his feet, "A no-good filthly whore who would never have been able to tell you who your father was...perhaps a dirty sailor...rife with disease..."
"I was born in the middle of the Ruhr valley, asshole. There's no sailors there."
"Oh, she's got quite a mouth on her," He said in amusement, glancing at Spike, who flipped him off, and he grinned lewdly, "Bet she blows you like a hoover..."
Spike snarled, but before he could make a move, Erin's foot shot up, and connected with the devil's chin, sending him reeling back. He stared at her in shock, "How..."
"Hom-deia!" She waved her hand and Wesley and Xander dropped to the floor, and she glared at him, "Simple magic. Things you pick up hanging around with a witch."
"Hmm...time to re-evalute my power," He said bemusedly before Wesley and Xander slammed against the wall again with twin groans, "However, it was sloppy, I'd admit...not even an ounce of my true power. Try to bring them down again and I'll twist their pretty little necks till they snap."
Erin didn't even seem to register his words as she eyed him cooly, "Did you come for a reason, or did you just feel like redecorating? Not exactly what I would have hung on my wall...maybe a Monet...even a Hopper..."
"Luv..." Spike's voice was soft in his warning, clearly telling her not to test the ultimate demon's patience.
"Why? It's not like he can kill me," Erin smirked at him, "And that makes you helpless, doesn't it? You have no control over me or my actions," She walked towards him, her predatory nature that has lay dormant for so long coming to the surface. She could almost feel the hunt calling to her and knew she would be guzzling gallons of blood when this was over. "I could stab myself in the chest right now, and there wouldn't be a damn thing you can do about that."
"Little girl, I'll warn you not to underestimate me. They are things worse then death. You only have to breath to carry my child. Coma would work well...permanant blood IV drip to keep you fed and healthy. I could even break your arms and legs to keep you from harming yourself..."
"Real nice...he's really daddy material," Xander commented, then said in a shrill voice, "Mommy? How come daddy's never around? Oh, he's ruling Hell, honey..."
Satan glared at him, and Spike's eyes narrowed, "Listen, mate...enough of your bloody games! What in the hell do you want?"
"Simple, Spike...your blood," He lifted his hand and the vampire lifted into the air and drifted towards him. He glared at Erin when she made a move against him, and she froze, her eyes finally growing wide as he gripped Spike around the throat.
"You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?" He hissed, true venom tainting his voice, "You had to run off to see that old Indian fucker!"
Spike glared at him defiantly as Wesley and Xander exchanged a worried and confused look, 'Indian?' Xander mouthed, but Wesley could only shake his head.
"I gave you a chance, Spike! A chance to live with her by your side! And like the ungrateful fuck you are, it wasn't good enough for you!"
Spike started to laugh, feeling like his mind was about to snap after the strain of the last week. Insanity would be a welcome break from reality. "I know how it will end, and you fear me! Fancy that! Lucifer himself fears a lesser demon!"
"I HAVE NO FEAR!" He roared angrily, whirling and throwing Spike towards the window.
Erin screeched when he crashed through, expecting to hear his screams of pain.
Spike slowly stood back up, looking upwards at the sun beating harmlessly down on him before turning to smirk at Satan, who seemed bewildered, "I will end you," He hissed, "I will end this cycle! You have no power over me!"
He stepped back through the window, "And like the Phoenix, I will be consumed by flames and be reborn from my ashes, as her enemy, no longer her lover. We will live, we will die, but the cycle will have ended." His eyes sought out Erin's as she stared at him in shock, her eyes wide, "But I will give her up to prevent you from bringing an end to the world."
"Traitor!" Satan hissed angrily, "Apostrate!"
"Judas!" Spike countered, "Turncoat! Defector!"
Satan forced himself into composure, his calm mask falling back into place, "You are not unkillable, Spike...just because you have recieved protection..."
"I know this," Spike told him coldly, "But you cannot touch me."
"I'm sorely disappointed, Spike...once, you were a loyal servant."
"She died when I was your servant. Not anymore. No more will I play this sick fucked-up game of yours!" Fury burned in his deep-blue eyes as they threaded through with yellow as he hissed, "I know how to end you, and I will."
"Death is not an ending, Spike," Satan's eyes narrowed, "For you will come to my power, and your suffering will truly be great!"
"Bring it on," The vampire growled, and Satan lifted his hand, slamming the vampire against the wall. "There's no reasoning with a jealous boyfriend," He said overly cheerfully, turning towards Erin.
Her eyes were on Spike, but she ripped her gaze from him to stare Satan in the eyes as he stalked towards her. He grabbed her arm, and she cried out at the paralyzing force of his grip, "And you! You belong to me, you mouthy bitch! You are mine to do with as I please, no matter what your hubby says!"
"Fuck...you..." She gasped out in pain, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to spill.
He gripped her chin and forced her eyes open again, and when she looked into his eyes again, she screamed in pain and agony, trying to curl in on herself.
Spike snarled in fury, "LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Satan let go of her and she dropped to the floor, curling into a ball as she sobbed, and Satan turned towards him, "She's mine, Spike...you can fight it all you want. When this ends, I'll make your suffering complete...I'll force you to watch her being raped over and over again by all the demons of Hell! You'll watch her as she's whipped with barbed whips, the blood running down her naked skin as she screams for you to help her! And you'll be helpless to do anything because I WILL IT! AND MY WILL IS LAW!"
"I'll kill her first," Spike answered calmly as Xander and Wesley's eyes widened, "And I've done it before, mate. You know that."
"Spike, Spike...I already know it's not in your nature. Too much knowledge has made you weak...as it did her!"
Spike eyed him placidly, as if sizing him up, "Mors stupebit et natura..."
Satan's brow grew dark, and his black eyes narrowed, "This isn't over...not by a long shot, m'boy."
"Counting on it," Spike replied as the devil abrubtly disappeared from view.
Immediately, all three men dropped to the floor, and Spike rushed to Erin's side. The redhead was still sobbing, and he touched her arm. She immediately shied away from him, her entire body shaking.
Wesley looked alarmed, "What did he do to her?!"
"Showed her hell," Spike answered quietly.
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