Chapter 1
Spike Kellogg looked at his silver watch. It was 4:45. Damn he thought, I said I'd be home at five. He sighed and looked at the people in his boardroom.
"All right, everyone," he said, his rough British accent catching their attention, "It's a holiday weekend, let's call it a day, yeah?" Everyone agreed wholly and stood up, collecting their things. "G'night all," he said, waving to everyone as he left the room. He walked down the hall to his office and stepped inside. He packed up his laptop in his black briefcase and picked up his discarded jacket. He ran a hand through his bleached blond hair and looked down at himself.
"If someone told me twenty years ago that I'd be married with two kids and a partner at a law firm in New Orleans, I would've killed them," he chuckled to himself. He smirked at his clothing: a dark blue shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing the muscled chest beneath it, black slacks, and shiny black shoes. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal a silver Rolex and silver wedding band on one hand and a silver chain on the other. If it weren't for his numerous tattoos and his pierced eyebrow, he wouldn't recognize himself at all.
"I guess you were something of a rebellious teenager," a voice said from his doorway. Sarah Jennings stood there, holding a briefcase and jacket as well. She looked over him appraisingly and raised an eyebrow.
Spike smirked and rolled his eyes. Rebellious teenagers smoked and drank. Rebellious two hundred-year-old vampires, however, smoked and drank and killed people for fun.
"You could say that," he said walking out of his office and locking the door behind him. Sarah followed him to the lift and they set down their stuff as they descended 10 floors to the parking garage.
"How's Harmony?" she asked, "and the kids?" Sarah finally accepted the fact that he was happily married.
"Everyone's good," Spike said, "Dawn turn's sixteen in a month!" He shook his head. He could remember precisely when she was born. Joyce Summers, her mum and his close friend, has been diagnosed with cancer several weeks before Dawn was due. She'd refused treatment until Dawn was born, so not to affect her health. Joyce waited too long, however, and died six months later. Spike had always been her legal guardian and her Godfather, but Joyce had insisted that he become Dawn's dad. He hadn't been married to Harmony yet, but they were close and living together. All of Buffy's (Joyce's oldest daughter) friends had stayed close throughout the whole ordeal. Buffy had been in a car accident 4 ½ months before Joyce passed away and had been in a coma ever since.
"Time flies, doesn't it?" Sarah said, laughing. They talked amiably for the next few minutes as the lift went down. As they stepped into the parking garage, they said their good-byes and got into their cars. Spike turned the key in his black Mustang and the Sex Pistols blared from the speakers. He sang along to the song and slammed the door. Sarah shook her head and laughed. Her boss was still a teenager at heart.