Broken. Except for the spark. The spark's the only whole thing left. It's what's broken me. Funny that. I thought it would complete me. But no; it just burns and burns and there's no me left.
Except for the memories. Oh yes, Spike had been a naughty boy. I get reminded all the time of that. Dru waves her finger at me, laughing fondly. Don't you know you were meant to be wicked, Spike? It's in your nature. I saw it in you. Something glistening and effulgent.
Maybe I wasn't meant to be like a man.
I did it for... her. To be the kind of man who wouldn't... Who couldn't. But I feel more wicked than ever. All the things I've done weigh on me now. I remember the taste of their blood and tears and sweat, the sight of their cooling bodies. It's all so clear to me.
The Bit was here. Fragrant as a bloody rose. I wondered if I'd killed her. Only the dead crouch down with me in the dark. But I could hear her pulse. Soft and throbbing and I wanted to tear her throat out, but I don't. I care about her.
I think this is what I deserve. This punishment. Almost feel sorry for the crap I gave Angel. This is hell, he was right. Every day. And I earned it.
A noise in the darkness. A voice. Which of the dead have come to haunt me now?
((Open for Buffy once she's finished up with Xander and Dawn))