Part 6
Spike found his senses overcome by the sights and smells of a city and time so familiar to him. He was home. Walking the streets of London brought back many memories. He thought fleetingly of Drusilla and his early nights as a vampire. The experience of becoming a creature of darkness had been entirely liberating. The demon power had taken over his body and erased the wretched nothing of a man he had once been. His initial bloodlust had been insatiable, uncontrollable and intoxicating. Experience had taught him to control his primal urges and to be a smarter vampire but he had never lost the love of a good kill.
Spike began his search by questioning everyone he came across. He started to get discouraged, as no one recalled seeing a young woman fitting Buffy's description. After hours of wandering the streets and asking countless people, Spike found shelter in an old crypt just before sunrise.
On the second night of his quest, Spike was in deserted section of the city when a cloaked figure walking stealthily in the shadows caught his eye. Spike followed the familiar-looking stranger to a dark alley and grabbed him by the neck. Surprisingly, Spike felt no pain even as he threw the man against a brick wall. The chip did not activate and the possibility that it was dependent on a power source back in his own time crossed his mind.
Spike held the man up and looked at him carefully. He certainly looked like the man he and Buffy had come across earlier, but it had been dark. He wasn't positive.
"Where is she?" Spike asked the man through gritted teeth. He slammed the stranger's head against the wall violently. "Tell me!"
The man looked at Spike and showed no sign of fear. There was an unsettling emptiness in his eyes – the look of a man who had no regard for human life, possibly even his own. "She's gone," he said finally and smiled. "I had her in my grasp but, she was saved."
"Where is she?" Spike tightened his grip on the man's throat. He felt the man's pulse pounding beneath his fingers.
"A man took her away," the stranger replied. "I didn't see where…but, I did notice that…."
"C'mon." Spike said, clenching his teeth.
"He could have been your brother," the man finished. "Only you're not human are you?"
Spike put on his game face and smiled. The man's eyes widened slightly as he stared at the demon before him. "You got that right," Spike said, before sinking his teeth deep into the man's jugular. He drank long and hard, draining the evil stranger before discarding the body in a dark corner of the alley. "So much for not changing the past," he muttered as he took off for his family home. The dead man's blood was now coursing through his body. Warming him. Making him feel alive and empowered as only a good kill could. It was good to be back.
Spike found his senses overcome by the sights and smells of a city and time so familiar to him. He was home. Walking the streets of London brought back many memories. He thought fleetingly of Drusilla and his early nights as a vampire. The experience of becoming a creature of darkness had been entirely liberating. The demon power had taken over his body and erased the wretched nothing of a man he had once been. His initial bloodlust had been insatiable, uncontrollable and intoxicating. Experience had taught him to control his primal urges and to be a smarter vampire but he had never lost the love of a good kill.
Spike began his search by questioning everyone he came across. He started to get discouraged, as no one recalled seeing a young woman fitting Buffy's description. After hours of wandering the streets and asking countless people, Spike found shelter in an old crypt just before sunrise.
On the second night of his quest, Spike was in deserted section of the city when a cloaked figure walking stealthily in the shadows caught his eye. Spike followed the familiar-looking stranger to a dark alley and grabbed him by the neck. Surprisingly, Spike felt no pain even as he threw the man against a brick wall. The chip did not activate and the possibility that it was dependent on a power source back in his own time crossed his mind.
Spike held the man up and looked at him carefully. He certainly looked like the man he and Buffy had come across earlier, but it had been dark. He wasn't positive.
"Where is she?" Spike asked the man through gritted teeth. He slammed the stranger's head against the wall violently. "Tell me!"
The man looked at Spike and showed no sign of fear. There was an unsettling emptiness in his eyes – the look of a man who had no regard for human life, possibly even his own. "She's gone," he said finally and smiled. "I had her in my grasp but, she was saved."
"Where is she?" Spike tightened his grip on the man's throat. He felt the man's pulse pounding beneath his fingers.
"A man took her away," the stranger replied. "I didn't see where…but, I did notice that…."
"C'mon." Spike said, clenching his teeth.
"He could have been your brother," the man finished. "Only you're not human are you?"
Spike put on his game face and smiled. The man's eyes widened slightly as he stared at the demon before him. "You got that right," Spike said, before sinking his teeth deep into the man's jugular. He drank long and hard, draining the evil stranger before discarding the body in a dark corner of the alley. "So much for not changing the past," he muttered as he took off for his family home. The dead man's blood was now coursing through his body. Warming him. Making him feel alive and empowered as only a good kill could. It was good to be back.
