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A.N- Before you start reading I have to say that this IS actually a real sequel to Kayla and Spike 2!!! yes I know, totally unusual, that innit? But I'm gonna be posting two fics at one time (please read my other crap, please!) so I'll tell you now I'll only update the one gettin' the most attention so there's your reason to review!!!!! Maw haw haw!!!

Kayla and Spike 3

TWISTED LOGIC

Chapter 1 - Two lonely vampires on Hallowe'en

Spike walked aimlessly through the busy streets. It was quite a busy night. Hallowe'en generally was. Children in cheap fancy dress trundling the streets in search of chocolate; teenagers looking for a reason for chaos; adults churning out sweets in bribery to stop the guisers egging their property... In fact the only things who weren't out in the rabble were actually demons. The undead usually found this specific night to be the most degrading and tiresome activity on the face of the earth (and beneath it). And so the Slayer and her Slayerettes had given themselves the night off and went to The Bronze to join the insanity that was October 31st. Spike, on the other hand, was left to his own devices, but having found his television set AWOL, he'd opted for a saunter through the streets. Enjoying the scenery, so to speak.

The smell of humans excited him; got his senses going. He reflected on his old self, pre-chip, when he and Dru would have been slaughtering the lot of them. Stupid bloody arrogant buffoons. If any of them had seen a real vampire, although granted quite a few had what with them being in Sunnydale and all, they'd think twice before swinging a velvet-lined cape over their shoulders and calling themselves Dracula. Idiots.

But for now he was left walking the streets and having to settle on the pleasing fact that by the end of the night some drunk bimbo would chat him up, leave without her purse and pay for the rest of his drinks for the night. He may be without means of feeding, but he sure as hell wasn't brain-dead.

The Bronze was packed. People were literally falling out of the door as they tried to edge inside. Spike thanked his vampiric capabilitites and cunning, and strategically made his way to the bar. The bar was equally busy, although the staff seemed to be coping. Spike looked around at the all the drunk wannabes in witches hats and badly fitting fangs. Idiots. He mused with the idea of letting them see what a real vampire looked like. No, that would be stupid. Stupid, stupid Spike. Why did he have these thoughts? He turned to see a new barmaid. Smallish, red hair, blue eyes. Reminded him of an old girlfriend, one he'd quite like to still have around. But he knew she was dead. The girl came over, she looked flustered.

"What?" she said louldy over the rabble.

"Whatever's going." Spike answered. The girl nodded and left to get whatever alcohol wasn't selling too well for this not-too-picky customer. While she was gone Spike's thoughts again wondered back to the late Kayla, the girlfriend he'd lost to the very collection of plastic soldiers who'd played brain-surgeons with himself. The main thing he regretted was not being able to say goodbye properly and plunge a stake into her chest before they'd got her. If he hadn't been so spineless he could've saved her from a hellmouth of misery.

The girl returned with a large glass of some undisinguishable alcohol. He didn't really care what it was, it couldn't harm him anyway.

Kayla woke up in the gloom, as usual. The noise was away, the constant beating. Bang. Bang....bang. Sometimes a yell. A holler. Always the banging. She got up from where she was huddled in a corner. She sat like this often, her head in her hands, her eyes closed. She also rocked; back and forth, back and forth. Comforting. Sometimes if she stayed really quiet and rocked slowly it would make the noise of the creature more bearable.

She rose to her feet slowly. The creature must be tired. Wore itself out, it had. Too tired from all the banging to make anymore noise. The noisy beast.

They'd locked her down here; the soldiers. They'd shut her down here in the dark with the others. Most had died...except her and the other. She'd ran from it and eventually locked it in a room, where it now stayed and made loud complaints. The noisy creature. Who gave it the right to make such a racket? It would surely drive her mad. Truth is, even she knew,.... it already had.