Epilogue
Sirens wailed rudely outside the Summers home. A lone figure observed the chaos from the safety of the darkness of surrounding trees. This was interesting. Very interesting. He couldn't have done better himself.
With a self-satisfied smirk, Spike threw down his cigarette, stamping heavily on the smouldering butt.
'Don't you worry, my love,' he muttered, 'Sunnydale's screams are far from over.'
With a low chuckle, the vampire glided away, fuelled by promises of the night.