“I’ve killed and I can feel it,” Spike whimpered, tears falling down his face.
Buffy sat next to him and rested her hand on his knee. “Shhh,” she whispered.
Spike shuddered. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m trying to be a good man and be what you deserve.”
Buffy shushed him. “You are. This isn’t your fault,” she said.
“But I killed them,” Spike whimpered. “I killed those people Buffy.”
Buffy frowned and wiped his tears. “I’m not gunna kill you said,” stroking his cheekbones tenderly. “Lets get you out of here.”
Spike allowed Buffy to lead him to her house but he couldn’t go in. “I can’t, Buffy,” he said.
“Why?” Buffy asked, turning to look at him.
“It doesn’t feel right,” he said. “Not after I’ve killed innocent people.”
Buffy sighed and sat on her front porch.. “Come ‘ere,” she said, patting the seat next to her on the swing.
Spike hesitantly went over and sat next to her.
“There’s something playing with us,” she said, softly. “All of us.”
Spike looked at Buffy with confusion in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
Buffy looked out into the night and sighed. “That night or morning when I was at Xander’s when you came home, something strange happened to everyone. Someone pretended to be Tara and told Willow to stop with the magic. And something was fucking around with Dawn.”
“Dawn?” Spike asked, concerned for the younger Summers.
“Yeah. Something pretended to be Mom and fucked around with her mind,” she said. “Whatever it was, it destroyed my living room so I’m thinking you’re seeing the same thing, but listening to it.”
“But I don’t remember,” Spike whispered.
“That’s why I’m going to help you, because if you don’t remember, its turning you against yourself and me,” she said, looking at him. “And the Spike I know and have begun to trust would do that intentionally.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be around you then,” Spike said. “I don’t want you hurt anyone. Not again.”
“I can lock you up,” she said, with sympathy. “I don’t want to have to, but at least you’ll be here with me. I cant let you out of my sight and I want to know what’s going on with you.”
Spike nodded in acceptance. “That’s fair, I guess,” he said, softly.
Buffy smiled a little. “Come on,” she said, standing. “Lets go in and try to get some sleep. We’ll work everything out in the morning.”
Buffy locked Spike up in the basement and went to bed without a word to anyone.
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