Another Sin

Blocker

Another Sin



character: Spike
prompt: turn/turning
word count: 100

He remembered being turned and it had hurt, but nothing like now. Having your soul extracted was liberating; having it replaced burned like the fires of Hell. As soon as he got it he wanted to rip it out. How could he live like this; live with what he'd done? This thing inside him was a murderer and his soul was having trouble dealing with the pain it caused.

Blood dripped down his chest from the cuts he'd made trying to tear it out but he couldn't do it. That would be suicide and yet another sin on his soul.



The End