Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
[Spike stared as Andrew left the apartment, a supermodel on each arm. Bloody Italy. It never ended well. And the goddamn Immortal. Stealing Buffy away like Spike hadn't given up everything for her, including his life. He'd gotten a soul for her, dedicated his life to her, connected to her like he'd connected to no one else, and still she slipped away.
And it wasn't even Angel stealing her away. Not that Spike particularly wanted that, either, but at least losing girls to Angel was familiar. Why did Buffy always make things complicated, even when she wasn't there? And since when was Andrew dating women?
He glanced over at Angel.] Well... maybe it's time we left?
[Before Angel could answer, there was the scratchy sound of a key going into a lock, a click, and the door swung open to reveal the girl herself. Buffy, standing there, looking just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. More beautiful, even. Spike stared at her, then turned to look at Angel.]
I quit.
And it wasn't even Angel stealing her away. Not that Spike particularly wanted that, either, but at least losing girls to Angel was familiar. Why did Buffy always make things complicated, even when she wasn't there? And since when was Andrew dating women?
He glanced over at Angel.] Well... maybe it's time we left?
[Before Angel could answer, there was the scratchy sound of a key going into a lock, a click, and the door swung open to reveal the girl herself. Buffy, standing there, looking just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. More beautiful, even. Spike stared at her, then turned to look at Angel.]
I quit.