"It's good to see you again son," Angel says as he walks inside the building. The large warehouse gave him a chill as he walked past wounded children and teenagers. He looked at all of the sick, swollen necked victims that had been attacked by the vampires that have run loose on the streets. Ever since the fall of Wolfram & Hart, and the apocalypse, all of the demons had taken over most of the city. Angel, Spike, and Connor with a few allies had been the only ones left to fight back. The population decreased quickly as Angel formed a small army and fought most of the demons off and ran the rest out of town.
All that is left of the demon population in Los Angeles is vampires and scavenger demons. He walked over to a young boy and tried to address his neck wound. He grabbed a cloth from a table next to him and started to wipe the boy's neck as he screams and starts to fade faster and faster. After putting pressure on the wound, the boy dies due to lack of strength and loss of blood. Angel closed the boy's eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Is this worth it dad?" Connor asked while patting his father on the back.
"I ask the same question every day."
"When will this ever end, the fighting, deaths, insomnia?" Connor asks.
"Not any time soon, that's actually why I came. I need you to take over for me, I'm going to find someone and I don't think I will be coming back to LA."
"I know what you're up to; you're going to find Buffy aren't you?" Connor asks with a grin on his face. Angel says nothing as he turns towards an empty cage. "I plan on making things right with her, and starting fresh now that things have gotten better in our worlds. This cage looks familiar, I've seen it before."
"I picked it up in the ruins of Wolfram & Hart. I found who it belonged to as well." Angel suddenly got a worried look on his face. "You found Nina?" he said. "Yeah, she joined my crew and is helping us fight now that she is almost a full-time werewolf."
Connor had met Angel's recent flame Nina in an alley while he was on the trail of a werewolf. He was hunting her, and watched as she changed into a lusty, blonde babe. They talked after he caged her for a couple of days, explaining their origins, and their connections to Angel. Connor fell in love with her at first sight. They started to talk more and more until things ended up getting fleshy between them.
"I'm glad she's okay. It makes me feel good that every girl I date you shack up with eventually," Angel laughs, and pats him on the shoulder. Connor laughs along with him as they sit down. Connor pulls a coke out of the refrigerator in the corner of the room and hands Angel a pack of pig's blood. Angel starts to feel refreshed after the long day he has had. The blood is cold and very fresh, and goes down very fast as he gulps the rest down. After catching up on the things that have happened recently with the apocalypse; Angel decides to leave and slowly gets up out of the chair. He gives his son a hug, which he feels he will never give again. "Thank you son, you're a true champion."
He turns and walks towards the door, a shadowy figure walking off in the moonlight. His black leather coat sways as he nears the doorway. "Will I ever see you again dad?" Connor asks with a sad tone.
"One day son."
"Dru….What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Spike asks as he opens his eyes. "This has got to be a dream, you aren't real, and besides you got fat." He watches as she walks up to him and starts to rub his head and massage his upper body. "Please keep doing that, it feels great." She starts to rub his chest and moves down slowly to his abs. She starts to go real slow before she stabs him with a stake.
"Ahhh…….," Spike lets out a yell as she pushes it in deeper and deeper in his gut. He opens his mouth and blood starts to spurt and run down his lips on to his chest. He rears his head slowly upward to see that Drusilla was gone and the woman he is staring at is now…
"Buffy….why…did…you….," he says as his body starts to dissolve into ash. He screams as he wakes from a deep, drunken sleep. His body is moist and covered with sweat. He sits up and leans against a cold, hard wall. He looks around and realizes that he is no longer in the bar, but has a massive headache and a strong nicotine craving. He searches his coat for his pack of reds. He pulls out his lighter and a cigarette and lights it up. After taking a long drag and popping his neck he stands up and starts to walk.
The dreams are getting worse, and I can't figure out what it is, he thought while taking another drag. As he walks down the alley into the night he starts to remember the last dream he had. He was fighting Angel for the golden cup and for the drink of the champion. He starts to walk faster when he thinks about Angel beating him into a pulp and feeling his lungs explode as Angel pins him to the ground and pulls a steak from his coat.
"Face it Spike, everything you touch you destroy. Buffy doesn't love you because you raped her, Dru wanted a real demon, and you died because you were weak. You are never going to make it to heaven Spike. You have killed thousands of innocents, just because you have a soul that doesn't make you a man. See you in hell Spike." Just as he says his last words, Angel steaks Spike through the heart and crushes the rest of his body into nothing but floating dust. I know that Angel has always been a real sod, but these dreams are becoming a pattern; someone is in my head and messing with my memories.
They won't stop until I either lose my cool and go evil again or I get killed. I hope someone dusts me before I hurt another person again. I can't take anymore of this torture. I've got to get to the bottom of this and there is only one man who can help me find out what's going on. Spike finally throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps it out as he climbs in his old painted car. He starts the car and tips back a bottle of Jack as he starts to sing along with the sex pistols. He starts driving down the road, and looks out the window into the night searching the sky and the stars.
As he finishes the first track on his stereo, his head starts to pound and a bright flash enters his mind. He immediately blacks out and his head falls on the steering wheel, as the rest of his body goes limp. The car swerves and he cuts across the road and the car makes a leap over the wall of the highway. As it starts to land it flips end over end until it crashes hard against the pavement. Spike is out, and screaming in pain as his next nightmare begins.