Chapter 1
A/N: I rewrote this so I could turn it into a normal story. And I would like to thank Spartan for your extremely helpful review. I get what your saying, so I read over the story and fixed a few things to make it fix. It is mostly the same, but I tried. I am going to continue this as a story because I've had this idea for a really long time. Also, this is the way I think that Spike feels about things. Or how I think he should feel. I hope this came out better. I hope you like.
Spike walks out of the suffocating building onto the roof. He can't take it in there anymore. He doesn't want to be around these people. Nobody here cares about him. The only emotions he received were either pity, guilt, or hate. Pity for his state, for sacrificing himself for the world only to be brought back again. Guilt, which was from Angel, for the past. For Angel felt guilty for making Spike. And hate, which was directed towards him most of his days here. Nothing he did was right to them. He couldn't even go out on a patrol like he used to, because he might end up killing a client. And he needed to kill something before he killed everyone here. Nothing was right about this place. Spike slowly walked all the way to the edge of the roof to look out towards the city. He watch the stars up in the sky. There were less in the sky then there would have been in Sunnydale. He sighed; he didn't belong here. He knew he wasn't meant for this place.
He stood there, and breathe in deeply. The air was not fresh, it was dirty. This place had the good guys helping the bad guys. But they all think they can make this work. Their in for a big surprise. Spike didn't think he could take it anymore. This stupid city was infuriating. LA was finally taking it's toll on him.
Also, the days when he was a nothing but a ghost had been hard. He couldn't touch or feel anything. He hadn't been real at all. Spike had felt empty. Now that he was corporal again, he still felt the same way. Something was missing here. Something he needed desperately. Something he could never get if he stayed here.
As he looked out at the streets all he could see was that annoying light. That glow from the street lights were burning into his eyes and he couldn't take it. They mocked him of the fire he had once been consumed in. Maybe he hasn't even escaped those flames that brought him here those months ago. He was still being consumed, all of him. In this city where he didn't belong.
Now, Spike just wished that the entire city could just be swallowed up by a huge wave. But then Angel would still live, because of the whole doesn't need to breathe thing. And Angel was a big reason he just wanted to destroy everything here. Because this is Angel's town, his city. Angel moved to the big city to save all the people so he could become human again.
And Spike didn't even want to become human. He was human once and it wasn't the greatest years of his life. The only reason he drank from that stupid cup was because he wanted to beat up Angel. And he had beaten him good, which was a great moment. Spike loved thrusting the stake into Angel's shoulder. The only thing that stopped him from killing the pouf was his bloody soul. And that whole cup thing was so obvious that it was played out. The whole light shining down on it was a little much. If Angel couldn't see that, it wasn't his problem.
So, Spike decided he had to get away from here. This city was where Peaches was trying to save the world. And Buffy now had Europe with her slayer training school. Now he had to find his own place. He heard that there was another Hellmount in Cleveland. Maybe he could travel down there, and find his own humans. People who could be his friends. That's what he needed. Someone to show him emotions that had nothing to do with pity or hate. Spike wanted somebody to actually care. There had to be at least one new Slayer near the Hellmount who he could help. Being alone never helps anyone. And he knew that first hand.
He slowly walk away from the edge and walked back inside. It was time to steal one of Angel's cars again cause he was getting the hell out of here.
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TBC
A/N: I only added some stuff and rewrote a few sentences, so it wasn't totally different. But please tell me what you think.
A/N: I rewrote this so I could turn it into a normal story. And I would like to thank Spartan for your extremely helpful review. I get what your saying, so I read over the story and fixed a few things to make it fix. It is mostly the same, but I tried. I am going to continue this as a story because I've had this idea for a really long time. Also, this is the way I think that Spike feels about things. Or how I think he should feel. I hope this came out better. I hope you like.
Spike walks out of the suffocating building onto the roof. He can't take it in there anymore. He doesn't want to be around these people. Nobody here cares about him. The only emotions he received were either pity, guilt, or hate. Pity for his state, for sacrificing himself for the world only to be brought back again. Guilt, which was from Angel, for the past. For Angel felt guilty for making Spike. And hate, which was directed towards him most of his days here. Nothing he did was right to them. He couldn't even go out on a patrol like he used to, because he might end up killing a client. And he needed to kill something before he killed everyone here. Nothing was right about this place. Spike slowly walked all the way to the edge of the roof to look out towards the city. He watch the stars up in the sky. There were less in the sky then there would have been in Sunnydale. He sighed; he didn't belong here. He knew he wasn't meant for this place.
He stood there, and breathe in deeply. The air was not fresh, it was dirty. This place had the good guys helping the bad guys. But they all think they can make this work. Their in for a big surprise. Spike didn't think he could take it anymore. This stupid city was infuriating. LA was finally taking it's toll on him.
Also, the days when he was a nothing but a ghost had been hard. He couldn't touch or feel anything. He hadn't been real at all. Spike had felt empty. Now that he was corporal again, he still felt the same way. Something was missing here. Something he needed desperately. Something he could never get if he stayed here.
As he looked out at the streets all he could see was that annoying light. That glow from the street lights were burning into his eyes and he couldn't take it. They mocked him of the fire he had once been consumed in. Maybe he hasn't even escaped those flames that brought him here those months ago. He was still being consumed, all of him. In this city where he didn't belong.
Now, Spike just wished that the entire city could just be swallowed up by a huge wave. But then Angel would still live, because of the whole doesn't need to breathe thing. And Angel was a big reason he just wanted to destroy everything here. Because this is Angel's town, his city. Angel moved to the big city to save all the people so he could become human again.
And Spike didn't even want to become human. He was human once and it wasn't the greatest years of his life. The only reason he drank from that stupid cup was because he wanted to beat up Angel. And he had beaten him good, which was a great moment. Spike loved thrusting the stake into Angel's shoulder. The only thing that stopped him from killing the pouf was his bloody soul. And that whole cup thing was so obvious that it was played out. The whole light shining down on it was a little much. If Angel couldn't see that, it wasn't his problem.
So, Spike decided he had to get away from here. This city was where Peaches was trying to save the world. And Buffy now had Europe with her slayer training school. Now he had to find his own place. He heard that there was another Hellmount in Cleveland. Maybe he could travel down there, and find his own humans. People who could be his friends. That's what he needed. Someone to show him emotions that had nothing to do with pity or hate. Spike wanted somebody to actually care. There had to be at least one new Slayer near the Hellmount who he could help. Being alone never helps anyone. And he knew that first hand.
He slowly walk away from the edge and walked back inside. It was time to steal one of Angel's cars again cause he was getting the hell out of here.
~~~~~~~~~~~
TBC
A/N: I only added some stuff and rewrote a few sentences, so it wasn't totally different. But please tell me what you think.