Chapter 1 the African skies.
Spike was laid on his back with his hands behind his hand, laid on the African desert his head was full of voices, voices of the people he killed. Even if it had been 6 months since he had got his soul they still haunted him. He sat up and reached in his leather jacket and pulled out his cigarettes and lit one. He took a drag and lied back down on his back looking up at the sky. He saw a glittering green shooting star go past and closed his eyes and made a wish.
"I wish I was good enough for Buffy." He thought to himself and opened his eyes again. He was scared of going back to Sunnydale in knew that the slayer wouldn't like him going back, especially after what he tried to do to her. That haunted him even more than the voices, every night he would dream of that moment and wake up crying. He knew he had to get himself together if he wanted to see the slayer again.
An African man stood over Spike and looked down at the vampire. Spike looked at the man and stood up in his face. The man was holding a walking stick and wore beads round his neck."
"What do you want?" Spike asked with attitude.
"You went to see the monster." He said speaking rubbish English.
"Yeah? What's it to you?"
"Nobody comes out alive, but you vampire have." The African man ripped Spikes black shirt open and saw the scratch marks on his chest. "I can feel it." The strange man said. "Your soul." The man laughed at Spike.
"What's it to you?" Spike said buttoning his shirt up.
"No vampire wants that." The man laughed again.
"I'm not like any other vampire."
"Not now." The man smiled.
"Who are you?"
"A wise man."
"Your name you silly bint."
"Ganda."
"Ganda?" Spike smiled.
"I can help you."
"I don't need your help Ganda."
"You do." Ganda said and hit Spike.
Spike hit him back and cried out in pain.
"That's why you need me."
"It's a bloody chip it's meant to be that, it shows me that you're a bleeding human."
"I can get it out, I can help you Spike."
"How do you know me name?" Spike said rubbing his head.
"I said I'm a wise man. You have a new purpose, your soul. You can show the slayer who you really are."
Spike started to listen to Ganda.
"Come with me." Ganda nodded and Spike followed him.
Buffy was sat in her office at the new Sunnydale High bored out of her brains, she picked up a pencil and started to balance it on her nose.
"Very impressive." A mans voice said.
Which startled Buffy and lost her concentration on the pencil.
"Robin!" She said started but smiled.
"How are you Buffy?" He asked cheerfully.
"Fine. Yourself?"
"I'm good. I'd better let you get back to your…Balancing?"
"Right." She laughed.
Robin walked off into his office.
Buffy sat and looked at the picture of her Willow and Xander as teenagers It seemed like yesterday when they were walking down these halls. She sighed and looked up at a student stood waiting.
"Yes?" She smiled.