In the chill of the night I can feel my heart racing as I run towards the light that seems so far away... Wondering forever in the darkest of shadows, wondering if I will ever see you again...

Spike stood from the couch, not sparing Dawn a look as he walked to the door and opened in, "Spike?" she asked quietly, "Where are you going?"

Spike's jaw was clenched and tight as he stepped outside, his steps brisk and purposeful. Suddenly another wave of pain hit him and he began to run, full out, towards the cemetery. He reached the hallowed ground, his boots thudding loudly upon the packed soil, he reached the gravestone he was looking for. She saved the world a lot. Spike fell to his knees and began clawing at the earth almost frantically.

Digging in the dirt, I can feel you getting closer, steady my hands through the blistering pain… Anxiously awaiting for the earth to reveal you, wondering if I will ever see you again...

After nearly twenty minutes of frantic digging, Spike had made progress, his hands were bleeding as rocks and twigs embedded into his flesh, he clenched his teeth and continued. This was the time at which Spike realized the ground had been consecrated, bubbles began to rise in Spike's skin as he roared in pain, continuing his work. It took Spike two hours before he himself disappeared into a hole, he continued scraping fiercely, tears of pain and grief pouring down his cheeks, suddenly, his hand hit something hard.

I'll take your love, take your hate, I'll take your desire… I'll take your heart, I'll take your pain, I'll bring you to life…

Spike tore open the coffin, kneeling with his knees on either side of Buffy's waist. He looked down at her, sniffling, "Buffy" he whispered, "We can be together… I love you… now I can prove it… I can show you"

The vampire continued to babble as he lay beside Buffy, pulling the body against him, nuzzling her neck. He looked up at the moonlight that was now his enemy, "I shall not live until you do, my Slayer" he whispered

Spike then attempted to stand, but in his haste kicked the side of the casket violently, the lid slammed down and he was trapped inside as he clung childishly to his former love-idol. A resulting cave in of the fragile mounds of dirt recovered the grave, giving it the illusion of fresh burial. Spike couldn't bring himself to be frightened, he closed his eyes as he joined his Slayer, both lying dead until one was risen, and they would be the Walking Dead once again.

I'll take your love, take your hate, I'll take your desire... I'll take the world, when it turns on you, I'll set it on fire…