Chapter One
Spike turned up the radio as he passed the 'You are now leaving Sunnydale' sign. Heading down the highway, he didn't know where exactly he was going. As long as it was away from the Slayer and her band of groupies. It wasn't like any of them were needed there anymore, with the Hellmouth now being officially closed and all. At least that entrance anyways. There wasn't any point in staying. Ever since Buffy had ended their relationship, if you could even call it that, he had felt himself straying farther and farther from whatever had lured him to Sunnydale. Now with the ritual complete and the Hellmouth closed, the demon population seemed to have pretty much vanished from the small town. That's what Spike was doing. Vanishing. But he wasn't the only one. The witch, Willow, was moving in over at his Grandsire's to help them out. Anya had sold the Magic Box and her and Xander were moving to Seattle in order to work out their problems that had kept them from getting married. Buffy and the kid were staying there. The slayer wanted to live a real life. Retire from her destiny. She even had a new man in her life. Mark something or other. That had been the last straw for Spike. Even after she broke it off, he had hung around hoping. Just hoping she would come to her senses. Come back to him. He realized not that that would never happen. That's why he was leaving, determined to get over her. To get his bloody life back even with the chip still logged in his head.
He drove for days, only stopping at Motels when it became day. Then leaving again when it was dark. He talked to no one, lost in his own thoughts and pain. He pulled onto the exit going into New York City. Spike loved the city and even if one of the Scoobies came there, the chances of them seeing each other were slim to none. He pulled into a cheap hotel for the rest of the night and the next night he would have to find an apartment.
Spike turned up the radio as he passed the 'You are now leaving Sunnydale' sign. Heading down the highway, he didn't know where exactly he was going. As long as it was away from the Slayer and her band of groupies. It wasn't like any of them were needed there anymore, with the Hellmouth now being officially closed and all. At least that entrance anyways. There wasn't any point in staying. Ever since Buffy had ended their relationship, if you could even call it that, he had felt himself straying farther and farther from whatever had lured him to Sunnydale. Now with the ritual complete and the Hellmouth closed, the demon population seemed to have pretty much vanished from the small town. That's what Spike was doing. Vanishing. But he wasn't the only one. The witch, Willow, was moving in over at his Grandsire's to help them out. Anya had sold the Magic Box and her and Xander were moving to Seattle in order to work out their problems that had kept them from getting married. Buffy and the kid were staying there. The slayer wanted to live a real life. Retire from her destiny. She even had a new man in her life. Mark something or other. That had been the last straw for Spike. Even after she broke it off, he had hung around hoping. Just hoping she would come to her senses. Come back to him. He realized not that that would never happen. That's why he was leaving, determined to get over her. To get his bloody life back even with the chip still logged in his head.
He drove for days, only stopping at Motels when it became day. Then leaving again when it was dark. He talked to no one, lost in his own thoughts and pain. He pulled onto the exit going into New York City. Spike loved the city and even if one of the Scoobies came there, the chances of them seeing each other were slim to none. He pulled into a cheap hotel for the rest of the night and the next night he would have to find an apartment.