Disclaimer: They belong to Joss, but I can dream, right? Ha! Everyone but Rollocks is Joss', I made him and his name sounds like 'bollocks'! J This was written after watching Saw II four million times the night before.

Sunnydale, June 15, 2002

3:34 PM

A dark shadow covered the wall of Spike's crypt as he tried to sleep. His vampire senses aware, he still was not fast enough to see what it was before he was consumed by total darkness.

Spike's eyes peeled open. His joints ached for a reason he did not know. Jerking forward, he heard the jostling of metal shackles. "Bloody typical." he mumbled under his breath. Someone was walking outside of where ever he was. The footsteps grew closer until the abruptly stopped only feet ahead. Spike tried to see in the pitch-black space, but could not. Suddenly, the lights buzzed and the fluorescent glow filled the white room. An older man, around Giles' age stepped forward and smirked.

"I see you're awake." he moved closer, "This is going to be an interesting friendship." the man continued.

"Who the bloody hell are you and where am I?" Spike growled. His blue eyes were filled with anger. The man swiftly leapt at him and ran a knife through his side. Spike screamed in pain.

"I believe it would be wise for you to keep quiet during my introduction!" he growled. "I am Alfred Rollocks. It is nice to be in your acquaintance." Twisting the blade at a 360-degree angle caused Spike to yelp in agony.

Rollocks pulled back and laughed. Spike glared at him in fury. "Where am I?"

"Congratulations, you've entered the Trial." Rollocks whispered.

"What trial?" Spike asked in a low tone. A blonde curl fell across the top of his forehead. Red ooze saturated the top of his black denim jeans. Rollocks stepped aside and pulled a TV monitor into sight. Pointing to the screen, he smiled.

He turned on the television and it showed a hospital bed. Someone was laying in it. Buffy.

"What the bloody hell is this?" Spike asked. A cold sound was caught in his voice.

"Let me explain this to you. Your precious Slayer has been given a highly toxic magical solution that will eventually drain her life force. Her soul will be destroyed and sent to oblivion. Never to find peace or happiness." Rollocks continued, "This is your chance for redemption. Once in a lifetime chance. All you have to do is go through a few simple tests."

Spike was close to tears, "What has she done to deserve this? She's innocent!" he yelled. Rollocks kept eye contact and dug his hand into Spike's open wound.

"Didn't we have discussion about interrupting?" Rollocks asked. Spike made a gurgle noise at the base of his throat. "I didn't get to the best part. If you do not, she will die and I will make you watch. Do you want that?" he questioned.

Horrified, Spike closed his eyes. "What do I have to do?"

"There's the William the Bloody I knew.' What do I have to do?' That sounds familiar doesn't it?" Rollocks asked. Spike looked at him in confusion and then realized what he had just said.

Prague, October 12, 1902

8:56 PM

Spike threw the girl onto the floor and laughed. Her small cries were drowned by Drusilla constant chatter. "The moon sings a symphony, my sweet Spike."

"Dru, can we stop with the nonsense?" Spike asked in frustration. Drusilla had been up to something all night. Her black ringlets were draped across her fragile shoulders. The black dress that covered them was sewn with lace and silk. Spike had never seen her more beautiful. "I have things to take care of." he growled as the bridge of his nose widened and grotesque features covered his face. A wicked snarl escaped his mouth as he bit into the girl lying in the corner.

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the small cabin. The young girl pleaded, "Please, no! What do I have to do? Plea..." her body fell limp on the wooden floor as a handsome man cried out for his daughter.

Spike walked towards him and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth with a cocky smile. "Now. Where is the book, mate?"

"Why?" he asked. Spike chuckled and squatted next to him.

"Oh, don't blame me! I asked you fairly. It isn't my fault that you couldn't hold your end of the bargain." Spike said. The man had a tear fall down the side of his face. "Don't turn on the water works!" Spike yelled.

Spike stared at the man for minutes. Finally, after having enough, he grabbed the man's wrist and twisted outward. He screamed in excruciating pain, "Okay! No more. The book is in the cupboard. Just don't hurt me anymore."

"Thank you. Now...say pretty please." Spike grinned.

Sunnydale

"I remember you." Spike whispered. "The book of Tarturas. I killed you." he added.

Rollocks smiled. "Apparently, I didn't stay dead." The images on the monitor started to move. Buffy was sitting up. "Well, let's take us in for a closer look, shall we?"

The camera zoomed in and stopped on Buffy's face. Sores had started to form on her neck. Dark circles were growing under her eyes and her hair was matted to one side. She let out a cough.

Willow came to sit next to her. Holding her hand, Willow said something. Spike could not hear it because there was no audio. Buffy started to cry.

Spike glared at Rollocks, "Let her out of this! I can't watch her die!" Spike yelled.

Rollocks hit him across the jaw and looked back at the screen. Spike tossed the shackles above him and screamed. He turned to Spike and snarled. "Now say pretty please!"

Spike hung his head and sighed. "If I do the tests...you can save her?" he asked. Rollocks nodded.

4:22 PM

Spike closed his eyes. The chains holding him to the wall disappeared. Pulling his arms down, he stretched them out. A deep growl bellowed from behind him. "A fight now, is it?" Spike asked. He turned around in awe. A large demon borrowed out from the wall separating him and the next step to saving Buffy. "I expect a weapon of some sort." he suggested. A sword fell onto the ground beside him. "Fabulous!" Spike commented.

The demon waved his large arms over his head and let out a shrill battle cry that shot through Spike's ears, almost causing him to fall to the ground. His eardrums rang as the demon charged. Dodging the first attack, Spike managed to cut a small piece of the giant's arm. Spinning in a full circle, Spike was hit with a large club attached to the demon's hand. "Bloody hell!"

"How is he doing?" the Immortal asked. Rollocks smiled and nodded. "He is doing very well for the circumstances." he answered.

Spike growled and swung a closed fist at the demon's head landing a blow. "You call that a fight, you ponce?" The demon kicked Spike in the head, causing him to fall to the ground in delirium. "Ow."

The sword was gripped firmly in his hand as he sent it flying across the room, only to hit the demon in the center of its skull. Crumpling to the ground, the demon squalled. Spike brushed off his bare chest and looked at Rollocks. "Next step."

6; 45 PM

"Ah!" Spike yelled as the metal bar tied to his leg began to twist.

"Do you wish for me to stop?" he asked. Spike gave Rollocks a look of hatred and stared at the ceiling. The past few hours have been a nightmare having to watch Buffy lay in pain. Rollocks had not started any of the tests that had been mentioned. Glancing at the glowing screen, Spike saw Buffy start to twitch.

"What-what is happening?" Spike choked. Her small figure began to toss and turn-He looked at her mouth and saw the words 'Help'

"Ah, yes. The solution has begun to settle into her nervous system. Should only be a matter of a day, maybe, before she is left a vegetable." Rollocks said casually.

Spike cried out, "Test me! Do what ever it bloody takes to save her! Just---", he was cut off by a sudden blow to the side of his head. That does not usually knockout a vampire only hurt a bit. The room started to swirl and Rollocks began to grow blurry.

Spike started to come to. He coughed and tried to turn his head, until he realized that he was tied to something. Again. Shifting his eyes around the room, he saw what was to be the most decked out torture room available on the green Earth. Metal springs and sharp instruments lay set out according to size on the table next to him. Blood still sat dried on the ends of most of them. He was scared. One of the few times he would ever admit it, he was scared. Rollocks came from behind an iron door holding what looked like a copper rope. Giving him a look of pity, Rollocks smiled, "Are you ready?"

Spike glared at him, "Let's just get this over with." he growled. Rollocks pulled a chair beside him and sat down. Spike watched him closely. "Bring the telly." Spike whispered.

Rollocks looked every bit surprised at what he said. "Alright.", he said snapping his fingers. A masked man came in with a console and flipped the screen open.

"Portable?" Spike asked. Rollocks grinned. "I had to have some entertainment while you were asleep."

"You sick fuck!" Spike yelled in anger. The thought of someone getting any part of amusement at Buffy's expense sickened him. Although, years ago, he would have made a bag of popcorn, but not now, the though of her in pain made him queasy,, even after the pain he went through…because of her. Spike fought at the restraints holding him down and an unsmiling Rollocks tsked.

"Spike, we have spoken about the trying to escape. There will not be any of it tolerated! Now stay still or your lover dies." He smiled, sending chills down Spike's back. He had to comply or Buffy would die and it really would be his fault.

Sunnydale Hospital- ICU

6:50 pm

Willow held Buffy's hand while she slept. Suddenly, the Slayer squirmed in her sleep, she was having a nightmare. Willow ran her thumb over Buffy's hand in an attempt to comfort her, but it was not working at all, "Buffy, it's just a dream." She whispered.

Buffy opened her eyes slowly, tears building at the sides, "Willow…" The red head looked at her, "Is he here?" Buffy glanced at the clock and registered that is was sunset, allowing Spike to make it to the hospital without exploding into ash. The Wicca shook her head, "No, no one has heard from him since, well, your birthday party." Buffy closed her eyes again, a lone teardrop fell from her eye, sliding down her face and soaking into the white hospital pillow. Willow felt a pang of sadness for Buffy. She had noticed something going on between Spike and Buffy for quite some time now. Her asking for him while she was sick was a wake up call.

Willow sighed, "I'm sorry, Buffy. But if you like, Xander can run over to his crypt and get him." Buffy opened her eyes once again, letting several more tears fall.

"Please. I…need him."

Torture-ville

7:00 pm

The screams were echoing through the stone room, bursting Rollocks eardrums and causing a ringing in his ears. The stake went deeper into Spike's shoulder, leaving splinters stuck in the skin, "Well, that was fantastic!"

Spike opened his eyes, glaring at the bastard, "So Jeeves, how many was that?" Spike managed to cough out. Rollocks laughed, pulling a lever on the wall closest to him, bringing down a large wheel covered in blood, big enough for a human to fit on.

"William, I'm afraid we've only begun."

End

A/N: Continue? I don't know if it's good enough to get a chapter two, but if you lot like it and would like to read more, send a review and I'll be more than happy to get it out for you. The fans!! If I get no reviews, this old story will get dusty. Don't need a philosophy on the chapter, I just would like to hear, "I want to read more. Write a chapter two…bitch." I love those!! J Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it!