Length: 500 words
Spoilers: Spike's just gotten a soul.
Notes: Written for slashthedrabble, prompt: Haunted. Notice that since this is told by a recently souled Spike, he's rambling. And insane. Coherency of thought won't be big on this drabble.
Summary: Because there’s the burn – the spark – and there are the pale faces of all those he killed, of all those he maimed, the consequences of every one of his many sins thrown back at his face. Black eyes, they all have black eyes, black like the night he’s lived in for a century, black like pain, black like death.
( Pietas gratissima )