Cold. He was so cold. The air he breathed was cold, the surface he lay on was cold, his naked skin was cold, his heart was cold.

He dared to open his eyes, and noticed that his surroundings had changed. Instead of the grey, steel room with no windows and no visible door that he had been in before, he found himself lying on a large bed, his wrists and ankles chained to the golden bedposts. The sheets and pillows he lay on were a deep crimson, as was the curtain that hung from the canopy, preventing him from seeing the rest of the room. The sheets were made of soft silk.

But, they were still cold.

He felt his body tense when a break in the curtain suddenly appeared, revealing a woman.

To say that she was a woman would be an understatement: she had to have been a ghost from Spike's past. The blonde hair that looked like an ocean of golden waves cascading down her shoulders, the blue eyes of ice that seemed to pierce his soul, and the ruby lips that tasted like roses when they were kissed.

When she smiled though, Spike was convinced that this was not Julia.

"Hello, Spike," she purred, stepping up onto the bed, standing above his legs.

"Who the hell are you?" Spike demanded.

"Tsk, tsk. Is that anyway to talk to the woman who saved your life, dear Spike? Why, if it hadn't been for me, you'd be six feet under the ground." She pouted, before gently lowering her body onto his thighs. She was dressed only in a black bathrobe, and had loosened the belt tied around her waist.

"And you think that because you saved my life, I'm just gonna throw myself at your feet? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted to die?"

"You know, I was told that you were handsome, but I was never told that you were so sexual," she said, discarding the robe. Spike, being a natural man, found himself grow hard as he stared at the woman's naked body. She leaned forward and began licking Spike's chest, and slowly made her way up to his neck.

"What do you want from me?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Your pain," she whispered seductively, grabbing his member and twisting it as hard she could, laughing when Spike howled out in pain.


Three hours later, Spike was barely able to move, and had to be carried back to his cell.

Ah yes, the cell. He had spent the past two years being shuffled to rooms similar to this one. The same steel walls, with seemingly no opening to it. The same claustrophobia, the same feeling of hopelessness.

The men who had carrying him threw him into the cell, and the door slid closed. Spike lay where he had landed, unmoving, not even thinking. The pain was too much…

*…I told you Spike. I'm the only one who can wake you up and set you free…*

*…and the girl…*

*…it's all a dream…*

*…and now you're leaving, just like that…*

*…Vicious, Julia. To me, those names mean nothing…*

*…she's dead. There's nothing I can do for her now…*

*…let's finish this…*

*…as you wish…*


OMIGOSH! I wrote a chapter? Yippee! Sorry if it's a bit crappy, but the story will get better once the story gets going.

BTW, there probably won't be a lot of updates anytime soon. You see, I have a really older version of Netscape, and I probably won't be able to update for a *very* long time, since the login page won't load. So, I am forced to do it during school. Sorry, but that will all change in about a month when we get our BRAND-NEW-PENTIUM IV-PROCESSOR UP AND RUNNING! I PROMISE!