Angel would have to wait.

Spike stepped out of the car.

The windows were covered almost entirely in black paint.

He cracked his neck to both sides.

He slammed the door so hard that the window smashed and he snarled.

He had arrived in Los Angelus, home to Angel the goody goody vampire.

The bastard had his ring.

To his right Spike heard a rattling sound, it turned out to be cans falling to the ground.

A bum whose trolley had fallen over, bleeding drunk!

Spike walked calmly to the man and offered to help.

The man didn't seem to hear him and regained his control and stumbled onwards.

"Mate, I don't like to be ignored!" Spike said.

He took the man shoulder in a tight grip and spun his around to face him.

It was at that moment that the man saw Spikes wrinkly disgusting face, and boy did he yell.

The filthy mans scream was cut short as his neck broke under Spike's embrace.

"Hey sugar, looking for a good time?" Some hooker said to Spike over his shoulder as he sat at the bar of some grimy pub called; The Grog Box.

"I have had not nearly enough to drink, luv." Spike said lazily.

Suddenly the door of the pub was of its hinges and on the ground. In strode a vampire.

He wore a black polo shirt with black, skintight jeans and expensive looking boots.

Behind his were two goons in rough looking clothes, also vampires.

The leader yelled to his men: "round 'em up, boys".

The two vampires grabbed people one by one, until someone decided to run.

The leader glided easily over to the door and grabbed the back of the running woman's collar.

He pulled her towards him, bent her over a bit and pierced her neck, not drinking deep but enough to kill her.

She dropped dead to the floor.

The two henchmen continued rounding up people, one had a grin on his face after his boss's show of power.

All through the gathering of people into the center of the room Spike stayed still, sipping at his glass of Jack Daniels.

He felt a very strong grip on his arm that tried to pull him of his stool.

Spike's face changed and he growled at vampire, who took a sudden step back.

Seeing this, the leader walked over to Spike and sat down at the stool next to him.

He bent over the bar and got a half empty bottle of vodka.

He got the lid of and took a swig at the clear liquid, all the while Spike barely looked at him as he continued to drink.

"The names Benvolio, you know, if you were wondering."He said calmly but with a hint of enthusiasm.

Spike kept his head down. "Do you have a name?" Benvolio asked Spike, with a grin.

"Names spike, mate. I'm not gunna interfere with your goings on here, but could you save me some?"

Benvolio replied: "Sure, pal."

At some point during the massacre that took place at The Grog Box that night, Spike slipped out and went back to his car.

He woke with a hangover.

There was sunlight spilling in through the smashed window, it was daytime.

"Damn, stuck in the fucking car all day."

Spike said and he kicked the front seat.

Angel would have to wait.