Prologue
The streets of Los Angeles......
Black leather billowed around Spikes legs as he strided down the street. "Bloody Niltiac demons." The platinum blond mumbled as he struggled to fix the huge gapping hole in his shirt. "And this was brand new." He whined. He kept on walking down the same old street that he had traveled for months now that he was able to leave Wolfram and Heart. He was righting wrongs and all that hero stuff. All he wanted was to see Buffy again. The slayer that stole his un-beating heart. The love of his life. As suddenly as a lightening bolt striking the ground Spike was pulled out of his thoughts and drawn toward the cry of help. Now instinct had told him that it was the woman's own damn fault that she was being attacked but there was something in the voice that called to his blood that made him turn the corner into the alley. Something in his blood that made him attack the attacker until it was cold. Something that shouted to him when he say the girl laying on the pavement.
Her brown sugar curls fell over her as a protection shield. It covered her from the top of her head to the beginning of her ruined jeans. Platinum blond streaks were strategically placed in her hair for mystery. Her alabaster skin screamed out for sunlight, she read danger from her ass kicker boots to the bare midriff she was barely wearing.
Spike reached out a tentive hand and brushed away the hairs that covered her face. "Bloody hell." Spike mumbled, he still could not get a good look at her. Gently he tucked one arm under her waist and turned her over in his lap. "Bloody hell....."
The streets of Los Angeles......
Black leather billowed around Spikes legs as he strided down the street. "Bloody Niltiac demons." The platinum blond mumbled as he struggled to fix the huge gapping hole in his shirt. "And this was brand new." He whined. He kept on walking down the same old street that he had traveled for months now that he was able to leave Wolfram and Heart. He was righting wrongs and all that hero stuff. All he wanted was to see Buffy again. The slayer that stole his un-beating heart. The love of his life. As suddenly as a lightening bolt striking the ground Spike was pulled out of his thoughts and drawn toward the cry of help. Now instinct had told him that it was the woman's own damn fault that she was being attacked but there was something in the voice that called to his blood that made him turn the corner into the alley. Something in his blood that made him attack the attacker until it was cold. Something that shouted to him when he say the girl laying on the pavement.
Her brown sugar curls fell over her as a protection shield. It covered her from the top of her head to the beginning of her ruined jeans. Platinum blond streaks were strategically placed in her hair for mystery. Her alabaster skin screamed out for sunlight, she read danger from her ass kicker boots to the bare midriff she was barely wearing.
Spike reached out a tentive hand and brushed away the hairs that covered her face. "Bloody hell." Spike mumbled, he still could not get a good look at her. Gently he tucked one arm under her waist and turned her over in his lap. "Bloody hell....."