Love of mine, someday you will die,
But I'll be close behind, I'll follow you into the dark.
No blinding light, or tunnels to gates of white,
Just our hands clasped so tight,
Waiting for the hint of a spark.

If Heaven and Hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs.
If there's no one beside you,
When your soul embarks,
Then I will follow you into the dark.

Silent tears rolled down my cheeks, as what was initially supposed to be a mere distraction turned out to be so much more than that. I had switched on the radio, knowing that music usually soothed my thoughts, yet the song that instantly started playing was magic. It managed to capture all my emotions with such beautiful simplicity, practically summarizing how I felt. I brushed my tears away with my fingertips, inwardly scolding myself.

For God's sake, Buffy, get a grip! Don't start blubbering at a soppy song… you need to be strong for Spike!

My poor, brave Spike. He was sprawled across my bed, fast asleep. He'd been sleeping all day, since… since I found him. Draped upon the cross, speaking in metaphors and riddles; although all the answers were obvious. He'd got his soul back… for me. A soul which was torturing him, consuming him, killing him.

The memories of the night before flashed painfully through my mind, as I slowly walked towards him, placing a gentle hand on his forehead. He was burning up. Sweat glistened on his alabaster skin, as he tossed and turned in his sleep. He moaned slightly, still absorbed in slumber. Perhaps he was dreaming?

"Shhhh…" I soothed, gently stroking those ridiculous platinum blonde curls. "I'm here, Spike. Nothing can hurt you anymore… I won't let anybody hurt you."

Soon, the heartbreaking sound of his whimpers faded, as his features relaxed. Whatever dream he was having had been chased away. My fingers travelled down to the muscular chest I'd previously caressed with an entirely different motive. But now, my focus was not on the sculpted marble of his torso, but more so the fact that it was now decorated with scars and burn marks. I shut my eyes, as fresh tears began to form beneath the lids. I was so confused; my mind beat wildly against the man who lay broken before me, yet the sight of such scars which he bore for me made my heart throb painfully. I tried my best to block out such conflicting emotions, and became immersed again within the song.

You and me, we've seen everything to see,
From Bangkok to Calgary,
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down,
The time for sleep is now,
It's nothing to cry about, 'cause we'll hold each other soon,
In the blackest of rooms.

If Heaven and Hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs.
If there's no one beside you.
When your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

I opened my eyes with a sudden urgency, as the song came to its soft conclusion. Then and there, I had made my decision.

"Spike, if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, seeing as you now at least have a soul… well, all I promise is that I'll follow you. I'll follow you into the dark."