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[torturedslayer]

Willow, I could tell wasn't pleased about leaving me here, but honestly how much damage can Spike do in chains? I felt bad honestly, I don't know why, maybe because I could relate in some twisted way to his situation. I knew that in Buffy and Wesley and Makayla's kitchen there was a mini fridge with blood for when Angel was here, only reason I

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[mad_poet_spike]

Blood, glorious blood. And I didn't have to bite anyone for it, not that I could right now. I was shackled up and weak. The blood helped, but not enough.

God, how bloody pathetic I am. Vampires don't let people shackle them up in the basement with a slayer wannabe. And she's looking at me, acting all nice. She's probably laughing at me on the inside. I looked away from her.

"Figures. Baby slayer who probably got the bloody short straw wants to help me. I bet you love this, the almight Spike reduced to something just above a bloody pile of dust."

I hated them all. They could all rot as far as I'm concerned. "Just go away and have fun laughing at me with the rest. Just toss a stake down here and let me be done with it."

[torturedslayer]

Ok I was annoyed now...which was a new emotion for me. "Lets get one thing straight, I didn't get stuck with you, I had to pratically beg to get them to let me stay in here. I am not laughing, I wouldn't laugh, I am sorry if I thought I could relate in some way." I said angrily.

I turned and walked towards the door but didn't leave. I just melted to the floor my back against the wall. "And don't tell me I have no clue, trust me, I have more of a clue then you think."

[mad_poet_spike]

I laughed, as much I could laugh. "You have no idea what it's like. I can't bite, can't even hurt anyone anymore. I'm not a vampire, I'm a freak. Can't imagine a pretty girl like you ever going through something like this." I said, holding up my shackled wrists to emphasize my point.

"I never should come here. Should have let the sun take me. Much better than this humiliation. Willow won't help me, no one will help me. They all hate me so much they'll never believe me."

I looked at her, stared at her. I was very confused. "Why would a girl like you give the time of day to a bloody thing like me? Surely there are better things you could do be doing than wasting time down here with me."

[torturedslayer]

"You have killed, tortured, maimed, children were your thing right? Well nothing compares to what I used to live with daily." I said as I removed my hoodie, I wore this to hide my arms and shoulders. "Now you going to tell me I have no clue what pain is?"

I moved closer so he could see the permanant marks from the shackles. "My father would cage me, the shackles were to keep me from messing with the bars, and for when men thought it was hot..." I could see realization in his eyes, he was catching on that maybe I did have a clue.

[torturedslayer]

I could hear him in the room, but I wanted to test a theory and there was nothing in the room to do that with. I went to the kitchen and pulled a knife out and returned to the room to hear him pulling at the wall and trying to get free.

I walked in the room and before he could say anything I sliced my wrist and moved towards him. "You want human blood? You want a drink, then by all mean drink from me."

[mad_poet_spike]

I was shocked when she came back in and offered her arm to me like that. Then I got mad, is this girl insane? Well, I'm about to prove to her how insane she is.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled it to me. She wants me to drink? The smell is driving me crazy. The fangs came out, and I sunk them into her arm, fully expecting pain for my action, but there was none.

Oh sweet mana of heaven. I just kept drinking and drinking, I couldn't get enough...

[torturedslayer]

I cried out as he drank, his fangs deep in my arm as he was taking the blood from my body. I didn't want to admit that I was actually scared, not that I would allow myself to feel it.

I felt the life draining from my body all I saw before me was a life I didn't get to lead, things I didn't get to expierence and somehow I didn't care.

A tear streaked my now pale cheek as I let him drain the life from me. Falling to my knees, I wondered if he was ever going to stop.

[mad_poet_spike]

I heard her cry out, and it occurred to me that I was actually hurting her, maybe even killing her. With that thought, pain surged through me, and I pulled out, unable to drink from her anymore.

"Bloody HELL!" I yelled. God it hurt. So I can drink, but not enough to kill her. Wonderful. I looked at her with hate in my eyes.

"You like that, BITCH?" I yelled at her. "But SORRY, I can't KILL YOU! Might as well go back upstairs and SLIT YOUR WRISTS! FINISH IT!"