Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

It used to make him angry, hurt him, humiliate him; the way Buffy insisted they keep their trysts a secret, not wanting her friends to know. Know that she'd come back "wrong", so wrong that Spike's chip didn't keep him from hurting her, making her bleed, making her "feel". But it didn't make him angry anymore. Now he was glad that no one knew his shame, that no one knew he'd gone so crazy from having his demon electronically caged that he'd convinced himself he loved The Slayer, that he allowed her to degrade him, to use him like a dildo and treat him like dirt. He imagined it must have been just like what happened to Angelus, that the strain of the soul had done the same thing to him. But fortunately, unlike his grand-Sire, he'd gotten over it. So, as he picked up Buffy's broken, lifeless body, he barely allowed himself a moment's regret over not having been able to drain her. After all, he'd still killed his third Slayer. It was far more important to get away scot-free than to have the momentary thrill of drinking her blood. And, as he left Buffy's corpse at a discreet distance from his usual haunts, he thought about how he'd react when he learned the "tragic" news. There would be tears, he decided. After all, the redheaded witch was a softhearted soul. And now that she was on the outs with her girl, she'd have all the time in the world to console him...