The basement of the Summer’s home was silent except for annoying buzz of flies locked in on a meal. The resident of this dank hole in the ground had until recently acted like a human being and was safe to be around, or so this unfortunate victim thought.

Buffy had heard a struggle in the basement and decided to check out if spike was okay. She didn't know why, but her feelings for Spike had turned from tolerable to out of control. 'It must be the soul' Buffy tried to convince herself silently. She took a deep breath and walked through the already open door.

'That's weird, Spike would never leave without telling me' Buffy thought to herself.

As she descended the creaky stairs she heard a faint buzzing and caught her breath at the thick smell of death in the air. Desperately Buffy's eyes adjusted to the near pitch black room, then she saw it. On the floor lay a body! Buffy scrambled down the stairs to see who it was, praying that this person wasn't dead and that spike hadn't been taken over by the first again.

"Oh my god, Kennedy!"