Destiny!
Spike
had been dreaming of this moment ever since he appeared
in
Angel's office two years ago. He was holding the one woman he
cared
for more than anything in his arms, standing in the streets of
Paris,
under the stars. It seemed way too good to be true. It wasn't
until
the sunlight came peaking through the slightly parted
curtains,
creped
across the bed, and started to singe the delicate flesh on his
hand
that he even realized it was just a dream.
Spike
flicked open his eyes and peered up at the ceiling of his
tiny
New York apartment. It was way too early to be awake. He'd
give
anything
to continue dreaming, for all he had were his dreams. One of
these
days he'd meet he regain, even if it took two more years. But,
for
now Spike decided to roll over and drift back to sleep, but
sleep
never
came.
Around
noon he finally climbed out of bed. For a while now
Spike's
days have been filed with nothing at all of any importance.
Each
day he'll rise around noon, enjoy some pig's blood and wheat
bits
from a novelty mug, and watch a few hours of Passions followed
by
Dawson's
Creek reruns and head out around eight. Nothing too exciting
for
a champion.
Yet,
the night was filled with many evils to face. New York,
like
any other city, had its share of demonic activity. Spike knew
all
this too well. But, without the demonic draw of a hell mouth, or
the
connections of an evil law firm, he finding evil hard to track
down.