Spike came to the conclusion that his hands were responsible for taking such a perfect mare from the world. He had not a clue as to why he would commit such treachery or a single memory of committing the crime. However, he just knew that he was the one to do it, the doors had been locked so no one else could have possibly snuck in and murdered her. Besides, who could possibly look down at such a sweet face and still feel compelled to do such a thing?
Panic and paranoia settled into his already poisoned thoughts, and he knew that someone was aware of what he had done. Gazing down at the pony which had once belonged to him he brushed back her hair once more as a single teardrop fell onto her cheek. “I'm so sorry Rarity..” He whispered. Eyes could be felt upon him, and the fear that he was being watched forced its way into his mind. Something had to be done with the body, it couldn't just be left out here in the open. Searching the room he spotted a trunk in the corner of the room where Rarity usually kept supplies for her dressed. He dragged her body into the trunk and slammed it shut promptly.
It was nearly nighttime when Spike stopped crying. He needed answers and he surely wasn't going to get anything accomplished by sitting alone in the dark room reminiscing about better times. Glancing at the corner where his love now rested he accepted his fate and set out into the night.
Ponyville was draped in darkness as he aimlessly wandered the barren streets, searching for any signs of what could have happened. The walking wasn't helping him clear his mind at all though, and he was losing the little bit of sanity he had left. He now blamed Rarity for what he had obviously done to her, it just wasn't fair. Why did she allow such a pitiful dragon to fall for her, if he had never became infatuated none of this would have ever happened!
The very voice of his love echoed in his head, it was if her very spirit was chasing him, torturing him. He cannot allow himself to become strangled by the sweetness of her voice, that would only weaken his anger and he simply cannot allow that to happen. Not now. Spike begs and pleads with Rarity to leave him alone as he rushes toward sweet apple acres, his intentions still unknown even in his own mind. There is one crippling thought that he cannot seem to escape, even in madness: Rarity is the only girl he has ever loved.