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this is fanfiction so don't even bother reading unless you're a fan of Buffy The Vampire Slayer,specifically Spike(this-was-written-for-'faulty-trigger')
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When he hears the first notes of the song a red tinged haze of fury and pain crashes over him.
There's a part, a very small part of him that knows this isn't real, just another lovely parting gift forced into his brain by another overblown asshole on yet another apocalyptic power trip.
Been there done that so many times he could hum along to the sappy ditty without thinking. Which was kinda hard to do at the moment, what with the searing pain in the brain.
The violent images flashing across Spike's mind intensified as Wood turned up the volume and the words dug into his mind.
"Early one morning, just as the sun was rising..."
The trigger was meant to turn him violent, turn him back into the cunning killer he used to be.
Wood wouldn't rest until he avenged his Mother's death.
He would make Spike suffer for taking his Mother away from him.
But something was off.
His mind was bombarded with visions of Buffy.
Buffy underneath him crying as he tried to force her to love him.
Buffy pleading with Spike to stop.
It was rape, Spike knew that.
It's what pushed him to get his soul back.
But it wasn't her body he wanted that night he held her down, it was her.
Buffy.
He wanted her love.
"I heard a maid sing in the valley below, oh don't deceive me, oh never leave me..."
Buffy's voice begging him to stop filled his memories mingling with the song and he remembered her eyes glimmering with all different kinds of hurt, each one put there by him.
"...how can you use a poor maiden so?"
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