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[torturedslayer]

Willow, I could tell wasn't pleased about leaving me here, but honestly how much damage can Spike do in chains? I felt bad honestly, I don't know why, maybe because I could relate in some twisted way to his situation. I knew that in Buffy and Wesley and Makayla's kitchen there was a mini fridge with blood for when Angel was here, only reason I

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[torturedslayer]

I could hear him in the room, but I wanted to test a theory and there was nothing in the room to do that with. I went to the kitchen and pulled a knife out and returned to the room to hear him pulling at the wall and trying to get free.

I walked in the room and before he could say anything I sliced my wrist and moved towards him. "You want human blood? You want a drink, then by all mean drink from me."

[mad_poet_spike]

I was shocked when she came back in and offered her arm to me like that. Then I got mad, is this girl insane? Well, I'm about to prove to her how insane she is.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled it to me. She wants me to drink? The smell is driving me crazy. The fangs came out, and I sunk them into her arm, fully expecting pain for my action, but there was none.

Oh sweet mana of heaven. I just kept drinking and drinking, I couldn't get enough...

[torturedslayer]

I cried out as he drank, his fangs deep in my arm as he was taking the blood from my body. I didn't want to admit that I was actually scared, not that I would allow myself to feel it.

I felt the life draining from my body all I saw before me was a life I didn't get to lead, things I didn't get to expierence and somehow I didn't care.

A tear streaked my now pale cheek as I let him drain the life from me. Falling to my knees, I wondered if he was ever going to stop.

[mad_poet_spike]

I heard her cry out, and it occurred to me that I was actually hurting her, maybe even killing her. With that thought, pain surged through me, and I pulled out, unable to drink from her anymore.

"Bloody HELL!" I yelled. God it hurt. So I can drink, but not enough to kill her. Wonderful. I looked at her with hate in my eyes.

"You like that, BITCH?" I yelled at her. "But SORRY, I can't KILL YOU! Might as well go back upstairs and SLIT YOUR WRISTS! FINISH IT!"

[torturedslayer]

"This wasn't for you to kill me...I..I don't know why." I said as I laid there too weak to move. "Just let me lay here and bleed to death, lay here in my own stupidity." I said as I closed my eyes and focused on each beat of my heart.

I couldn't believe he actually bit me, I guess I was wrong..but at the same time I don't think I was...I think he is trying so hard to be evil when deep down he isn't..he is just misguided.

[mad_poet_spike]

"Fine, lay there and bleed out. I told you I don't care." I wiped my mouth, licked the blood off of my hand and went and sat on the bed. I watched her, laying there.

Lord, she really was just going to lay there and let it happen. I could smell the blood from where I sat. Oh hell, I can't just let her die. Why can't I just let her die?

I walked over to her, tore some of my shirt and did a tourniquet on her to stop the bleeding. "You tell anyone I did this...just don't. It doesn't mean anything."

[torturedslayer]

I looked up at him wondering what the hell he was doing...why didn't he just kill me? "You could have let me die, no one would miss me anyway." Ok so I was back to feeling sorry for myself, I just don't get why he would nearly drain me then suddenly care...I was proven wrong, why couldn't he leave it at that?

I sit up and look him in the eyes. "You make yourself out to be this big bad man which I think for a time you were, but when it all comes down to it you dod care...and that annoys you." I said softly as I pull myself up, but apparently my body wasn't ready for that because I toppled back over.

[mad_poet_spike]

"No." I said, heavily annoyed. "See, if Buffy or Willow or bloody anyone comes down here and there's a dead slayer on the floor and me still in chains, I'm going to be tortured, then turned to dust."

I helped move her to the bed. "So you see, you alive may get me in good with them, Spike being all helpful instead of evil. It's all self serving, pet, don't get that mixed up with me caring for you."

Of course, it wouldn't be likely that they'd believe that, but I had nothing else to lose at this point. Might as well take the risk that they might just believe me and maybe even help me.

[torturedslayer]

"yes because you are just out for yourself." I said bitterly. "you know, you are going to push me away and you will be alone." I said firmly.

"If you want to be alone, if you want to have no one that actually cares then by all means tell me how much you are just out to win over Willow and Buffy...and tell me how much you don't care..just keep pushing me away, see where it gets you."

[mad_poet_spike]

I fell silent. Part of me wanted to just tell her off, and the other part didn't want to be down here alone. I was miserable, and just wanted to be dusted, and no one would bloody do it for me.

"How about you just dust me and then there won't be an argument." I said, not looking at her. "Buffy's going to bloody do it anyway once she knows I'm here. Might as well beat her to the bloody punch."

What was the point of getting to know her anyway? I was going to dust alone, might as well not care anymore. "You don't want to know me anyway. It's better if you just bloody stay away from me."

[torturedslayer]

"Stop asking me to stake you. You wouldn't let me bleed to death, I am not dusting you." I said firmly then a smile came to my face. "I could however Dust you." I said as I smiled wickedly. I was trying to change his mind, his stubborn male mind, about being here.

"You know...." I said as I pulled myself up and sauntered over to him. "I know how to do things that you couldn't even imagine...I would think that you would want to get to know me."

[mad_poet_spike]

I laughed. Oh how cute she was with the literal dusting comment. And then a come on with sex.

"Yes, because kinky sex is going to win me over." I looked at her. "I've been alive since before your great grandmother was conceived. I know things about sex that would make your toes curl."

Ordinarily, sex would get me going, but not right now. This girl is unbelievable. Like that would get my mind off of being down here. With my luck, Buffy would walk in and dust me on the spot. Hey.

I looked at her. "You do have a nice body, I will say that. Wouldn't mind being naked with a body like yours."

[torturedslayer]

"You want to be naked with me?" I ask ignoring the rest. I walk over to him, slowly starting to unbutton my top, before he can say anything I have it off and every scar that is on my body evident.

"You would want to be with this?" I asked my mood changing. "Somehow I doubt that." I add as I start to button my shirt back up. "And I am not as naive as you think I am, just keep that in mind."

[mad_poet_spike]

I winced when I saw the scars on her chest. Then she was buttoning it back up. Bloody hell that was awful. I just stared at her, not sure what to say.

"I didn't know. You've obviously been through...hell." Why was this making me care more about her? Stop it, Spike. You don't care about her, she doesn't matter. And yet, she does.

"Anyway, I got your point. Anything else you want to tell me or show me?"

[torturedslayer]

"Hell doesn't even cover it" I whispered as I moved to sit back down beside him. "Lets just say I know true pain, you don't even have any idea how to inflict that on me..." I said certain I was right.

"Look stop trying to be what everyone thinks you are and show them you are different...I know you are."

[mad_poet_spike]

"Yes, because you know me so bloody well." Damn her for seeing me so well. I wasn't going to admit it, though. She can't make me.

"You confound me. I don't know what to do with you, not that I can bloody do much." a third of me wants to do her, a third of me wants to kill her, and the last third just wishes she would go the hell away.

"I don't know how to be anything else, pet. This is me, take it or leave it."