A/N: This is the Sequel to "I'm sorry". It's for all who wanted Spike to come back!
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me )-:
Chapter 1 - Coming back
Pain.
This was all he had felt for such a very long time.
A time which seemed like centuries to him, but on earth only a few weeks had passed. He knew it and at the same time he didn't. It didn't matter to him, nothing mattered to him anymore.
Spike was in hell.
Every day was filled with torture and pain, caused by demons with the faces of his victims.
They burned and cut his skin, they hit and kicked him, starved him and bathed him in holy water.
But what was almost worse than that were the pictures he had to look at for hours every day. Most of the pictures showed Buffy and Dawn dead, mangled. Or one of the other scoobies.
Giles, Xander, Anya...
It was hard to see that, even though he knew that those images weren't real it hurt him to see them.
The vampire missed Buffy, her friends and the Nibblet.
His lil' bit.
He wondered wether they missed him as well.
Probably not.
They had shown him many times that they only wanted him around when he had been able to do something to help them. No they hadn't cared for him, not even Buffy.
No, this was not entirely right. Dawn had cared for him. She had obviously loved it to be with him and to talk for hours. They had had so much fun together, even though he had never admited it. He only hoped that she knew how much he had cared.
It had been very hard for those hell beasts to break him. For years he hadn't begged them to stop. Of course he had screamed when they had tortured him, but no plea had ever left his lips.
But after what seemed like an eternety he didn't care about pride anymore. He only wanted them to stop and one day he finally gave in. He begged them to stop.
For years he begged and screamed and whimpered.
And then, when he felt that it was of no use, he fell silent.
He didn't have the strenght to fight anymore. No sound left his his lips for many years, he was so tired in body and soul.
Not even once he tried to break free from the chains that held his naked and broken body all the time.
The thought of being like this for all eternety nearly drove him insane. But he didn't lose his mind, though it seemed to be the easiest way.
But every time when he thought he couldn't go on like that he saw a picture of Dawn before his eyes, smiling at him, cheerfully calling his name and hugging him when nobody else was around. Those memories gave him the strenght he so needed to endure all this.
It was the only thing which prevented him from losing his mind completely.
**********
Dawn had done exactly the same things as she had done months ago.
When her mother had died.
She had stolen an egg of of the Ghora. Of course it had been very dangerous for the girl to do it alone, but the last thing she could have done was asking one of the Scoobies for help.
And Spike wasn't there anymore.
So she had climbed down to the demon's nest and she had been unbelieveable lucky. The Gora hadn't been there, probably out to get some food.
Dawn didn't even want to know what this creature was eating.
As fast as possible she had stolen one of the eggs and then she had gone home directly.
Buffy, Willow and Tara weren't at home. Willow and Tara were just visiting Willow's parents and Buffy was with Giles, again they had to fight some demons. Her sister wouldn't be back before tomorrow.
She had waited for two months to get such a chance.
Once at home she placed the egg carefully on her bed for she didn't want it to break. She would probably not be so lucky again.
Then she took her colors and painted a picture of Spike.
She was very good in painting pictures and she was more than satisfied with the result.
It was a picture of a man standing next to a crypt, his face was half in shadow but his bright blue eyes where sparkling in the moonlight. There was a cigarette between his lips and he wore a long, black coat.
He had very high cheekbones and short, blond hair.
Spike, it wasn't hard to recognize him at all. It really looked like him and Dawn was even a little proud of herself.
Now she made everything ready for the spell.
Of course something had been wrong with her mother when she had come back, but this was different. Spike had been a vampire, Dawn hoped that this would help. Maybe vampires couldn't come back wrong.
Nevertheless she was afraid. She couldn't be sure that everything would be alright with him when he came back and she remembered very well how hard it had been to tear apart the picture of Joyce to make it all undone.
The last thing she wanted was to be forced to do this again.
But on the other hand she just couldn't bear the thought of Spike suffering in hell for all eternety, without any comfort.
She loved him so much, he had always been there for her and now he needed her. There was no other choice but to try.
A few hours before she had left some clothes at his grave. If it worked and he came back he would need it. Not much, just a black shirt, a black jeans and a pair of shoes. His favorite leather coat was lying on her bed, Buffy had allowed her to keep it.
"He would have wanted you to have it", her older sister had said.
When the spell was done she sat down on the mattress and pulled herself into the coat.
If it had worked he would come to her.
At least she hoped that he would come here.
It was 10 pm now and if he wouldn't come until 3 am she would go out to search for him. Maybe he would go to his crypt.
But coming back from the death was surely very scary, he probably wouldn't want to be alone.
At least she hoped so.
Walking around in the dark streets of Sunnydale wasn't something Dawn liked to do.
But for Spike she would.
Bringing him back from hell and leaving him alone then wasn't fair. He was probably confused and scared.
He would need someone to tell him what had happened.
**********
One of the hell demons came towards him and he knew what would come now. The monster with the face of a man he had once killed, he didn't even remember when or where this had taken place, had a sword in one of his hands.
Soon the weapon would be driven into his flesh, his stomach, his chest or his shoulder. He would most likely be tortured like this for hours.
The chains held him on the wall and so he couldn't do anything but wait for it to end.
His whole body was covered with wounds and he was terribly thin because of the starvation.
Tired blue eyes didn't leave the blade as it came towards him
Then it entered his stomach and a terrible pain nearly made him scream. The blade was hot which made the torture even worse.
But suddenly a blazing light drove the demon away.
Spike wasn't able to see anything but light and for a few moments even the pain was gone. To be honest, he didn't feel anything at all.
Of course he didn't know what happened to him but it didn't really scare him.
For a few seconds he felt so peaceful.
When he could feel again he was surrounded by earth and the pain of the wounds were back.
He hadn't had any blood for so long and he was weak. It nearly took him an hour and a half to get out of the grave.
For the first time since hundreds of years, at least it had been that long in hell, he breathed in fresh air. He had stopped breathing when he had left the real world, the air in hell had been so terrible that it had been a pure torture to feel it in his lungs.
For a moment he looked around and he discovered a headstone. He hadn't read anything for many years but it wasn't too hard to remember the letters.
Spike (William)
May your sins be forgiven
We will never forget you
RIP
It was his grave.
They had buried him and now he was back!
Finally out of hell.
Or was it just another trick to make him feel even worse?
No! He finally had found hope again, he couldn't let it go now.
Next to the tombstone there were a few clothes. Black trousers and a black shirt and shoes. He tried to put them on, but this wasn't easy at all.
Everytime his wounds were touched he winced in pain. The broken bones made it even harder for him to get to his feet. As soon as he was standing he felt horrible dizzy. The bloodloss and the pain made him weak and with every step it grew harder to walk.
After more than three hours he finally reached Sunnydale.
He wondered how long he had been away. When he walked through the dark streets he realized that the town had hardly changed. It couldn't have been too long.
With every noise he winced and looked around. He was still scared that those demons would come back, that everything would start all over again.
Suddenly he heared someone coming from behind him and as he turned around he looked into a familiar face.
Rupert Giles!
TBC
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me )-:
Chapter 1 - Coming back
Pain.
This was all he had felt for such a very long time.
A time which seemed like centuries to him, but on earth only a few weeks had passed. He knew it and at the same time he didn't. It didn't matter to him, nothing mattered to him anymore.
Spike was in hell.
Every day was filled with torture and pain, caused by demons with the faces of his victims.
They burned and cut his skin, they hit and kicked him, starved him and bathed him in holy water.
But what was almost worse than that were the pictures he had to look at for hours every day. Most of the pictures showed Buffy and Dawn dead, mangled. Or one of the other scoobies.
Giles, Xander, Anya...
It was hard to see that, even though he knew that those images weren't real it hurt him to see them.
The vampire missed Buffy, her friends and the Nibblet.
His lil' bit.
He wondered wether they missed him as well.
Probably not.
They had shown him many times that they only wanted him around when he had been able to do something to help them. No they hadn't cared for him, not even Buffy.
No, this was not entirely right. Dawn had cared for him. She had obviously loved it to be with him and to talk for hours. They had had so much fun together, even though he had never admited it. He only hoped that she knew how much he had cared.
It had been very hard for those hell beasts to break him. For years he hadn't begged them to stop. Of course he had screamed when they had tortured him, but no plea had ever left his lips.
But after what seemed like an eternety he didn't care about pride anymore. He only wanted them to stop and one day he finally gave in. He begged them to stop.
For years he begged and screamed and whimpered.
And then, when he felt that it was of no use, he fell silent.
He didn't have the strenght to fight anymore. No sound left his his lips for many years, he was so tired in body and soul.
Not even once he tried to break free from the chains that held his naked and broken body all the time.
The thought of being like this for all eternety nearly drove him insane. But he didn't lose his mind, though it seemed to be the easiest way.
But every time when he thought he couldn't go on like that he saw a picture of Dawn before his eyes, smiling at him, cheerfully calling his name and hugging him when nobody else was around. Those memories gave him the strenght he so needed to endure all this.
It was the only thing which prevented him from losing his mind completely.
**********
Dawn had done exactly the same things as she had done months ago.
When her mother had died.
She had stolen an egg of of the Ghora. Of course it had been very dangerous for the girl to do it alone, but the last thing she could have done was asking one of the Scoobies for help.
And Spike wasn't there anymore.
So she had climbed down to the demon's nest and she had been unbelieveable lucky. The Gora hadn't been there, probably out to get some food.
Dawn didn't even want to know what this creature was eating.
As fast as possible she had stolen one of the eggs and then she had gone home directly.
Buffy, Willow and Tara weren't at home. Willow and Tara were just visiting Willow's parents and Buffy was with Giles, again they had to fight some demons. Her sister wouldn't be back before tomorrow.
She had waited for two months to get such a chance.
Once at home she placed the egg carefully on her bed for she didn't want it to break. She would probably not be so lucky again.
Then she took her colors and painted a picture of Spike.
She was very good in painting pictures and she was more than satisfied with the result.
It was a picture of a man standing next to a crypt, his face was half in shadow but his bright blue eyes where sparkling in the moonlight. There was a cigarette between his lips and he wore a long, black coat.
He had very high cheekbones and short, blond hair.
Spike, it wasn't hard to recognize him at all. It really looked like him and Dawn was even a little proud of herself.
Now she made everything ready for the spell.
Of course something had been wrong with her mother when she had come back, but this was different. Spike had been a vampire, Dawn hoped that this would help. Maybe vampires couldn't come back wrong.
Nevertheless she was afraid. She couldn't be sure that everything would be alright with him when he came back and she remembered very well how hard it had been to tear apart the picture of Joyce to make it all undone.
The last thing she wanted was to be forced to do this again.
But on the other hand she just couldn't bear the thought of Spike suffering in hell for all eternety, without any comfort.
She loved him so much, he had always been there for her and now he needed her. There was no other choice but to try.
A few hours before she had left some clothes at his grave. If it worked and he came back he would need it. Not much, just a black shirt, a black jeans and a pair of shoes. His favorite leather coat was lying on her bed, Buffy had allowed her to keep it.
"He would have wanted you to have it", her older sister had said.
When the spell was done she sat down on the mattress and pulled herself into the coat.
If it had worked he would come to her.
At least she hoped that he would come here.
It was 10 pm now and if he wouldn't come until 3 am she would go out to search for him. Maybe he would go to his crypt.
But coming back from the death was surely very scary, he probably wouldn't want to be alone.
At least she hoped so.
Walking around in the dark streets of Sunnydale wasn't something Dawn liked to do.
But for Spike she would.
Bringing him back from hell and leaving him alone then wasn't fair. He was probably confused and scared.
He would need someone to tell him what had happened.
**********
One of the hell demons came towards him and he knew what would come now. The monster with the face of a man he had once killed, he didn't even remember when or where this had taken place, had a sword in one of his hands.
Soon the weapon would be driven into his flesh, his stomach, his chest or his shoulder. He would most likely be tortured like this for hours.
The chains held him on the wall and so he couldn't do anything but wait for it to end.
His whole body was covered with wounds and he was terribly thin because of the starvation.
Tired blue eyes didn't leave the blade as it came towards him
Then it entered his stomach and a terrible pain nearly made him scream. The blade was hot which made the torture even worse.
But suddenly a blazing light drove the demon away.
Spike wasn't able to see anything but light and for a few moments even the pain was gone. To be honest, he didn't feel anything at all.
Of course he didn't know what happened to him but it didn't really scare him.
For a few seconds he felt so peaceful.
When he could feel again he was surrounded by earth and the pain of the wounds were back.
He hadn't had any blood for so long and he was weak. It nearly took him an hour and a half to get out of the grave.
For the first time since hundreds of years, at least it had been that long in hell, he breathed in fresh air. He had stopped breathing when he had left the real world, the air in hell had been so terrible that it had been a pure torture to feel it in his lungs.
For a moment he looked around and he discovered a headstone. He hadn't read anything for many years but it wasn't too hard to remember the letters.
Spike (William)
May your sins be forgiven
We will never forget you
RIP
It was his grave.
They had buried him and now he was back!
Finally out of hell.
Or was it just another trick to make him feel even worse?
No! He finally had found hope again, he couldn't let it go now.
Next to the tombstone there were a few clothes. Black trousers and a black shirt and shoes. He tried to put them on, but this wasn't easy at all.
Everytime his wounds were touched he winced in pain. The broken bones made it even harder for him to get to his feet. As soon as he was standing he felt horrible dizzy. The bloodloss and the pain made him weak and with every step it grew harder to walk.
After more than three hours he finally reached Sunnydale.
He wondered how long he had been away. When he walked through the dark streets he realized that the town had hardly changed. It couldn't have been too long.
With every noise he winced and looked around. He was still scared that those demons would come back, that everything would start all over again.
Suddenly he heared someone coming from behind him and as he turned around he looked into a familiar face.
Rupert Giles!
TBC