Summary: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Grief and a kind of madness take Spike and Xander places they aren't sure they want to go....
A/N: Thank you so much to all of you who left comments and even wrote me emails to tell me how much you enjoyed this story! Your support pushed me back into this fic and I appreciate it.
This is written for my psych_30 prompt #14-fixation. Previous chapters can be found in my memories or emo-chillin' in the tags.
( He could still feel that last touch, the sick shameful thrill of it... )