Spark, Chapter Two

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Spike's viewpoint of the same scene, since I got requests to continue it--but I'm singularly uninspired at this point.

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The stake clattered as it fell to the floor. "Oh, Spike." I felt her small hand on my shoulder and flinched from the contact. The likes of me had no business being touched by her. "Come away from there," she said. I didn't--couldn't--move. No. Needed to stay there and burn. "Dammit, Spike, don't do this to me." Good, she was mad at me. Then her tone softened a bit. "Please, Spike." She tugged on my arm, but no, I wouldn't let go, and she finally had to tear me away from it. Both of us fell to the floor, and I put my arms over my head and lay there, shivering. Buffy scooted over to me and lifted my head into her lap, stroking my hair. "It's going to be okay. Really."

"Not going to be, though. Not ever again. You should have left me there, on the cross. Should have let me burn. I hurt you." Nothing was okay. Why didn't she see that? With all her effulgence, all her light, you'd think she could see what was right in front of her nose.

"No more than I hurt you."

Oh, please. You almost raped her, my soul screamed at me. You did things, said things...terrible things. Intolerable things. "No. What I did...that was unforgivable. I can't ask..."

"You don't have to ask," she murmured. "I forgive you, Spike."

I scrambled away from her, my eyes wide with horror. "You can't possibly. I don't deserve..." Wasn't fitting. Wasn't right. Wasn't proper. No, no, no...I'd hurt the girl. I should ignite and turn to ash for doing that.

"It doesn't matter what you think you deserve. Both of us did wrong. How can I not forgive you when I was as much at fault as you were? There's enough blame to go around. It's time to start healing."

"No." I shook my head wildly and leaped to my feet. "Can't. Won't." She was the wronged, not the wrong. She hadn't done anything to warrant what I'd tried to do to her.

Still sitting, she held her hand out to me. "Spike..."

"No!" I turned and ran out the door.

Back to the basement. To the dark. Where I belonged.