Part 2
Clem was sitting at the outdoor demon café reading the comic section of the Sunnydale Herald and munching on nachos. An unexpected hand touched his shoulder and he started violently, knocking his chips and cheese all over the table. He stood and spun around to confront his attacker. His snarl was replaced with a fangy grin as he recognized his old friend.
"Spike! When did you get back into town?" He reached out to pat the vampire on the shoulder.
Spike was carrying a large box, which he sat on the ground. "Last night." He spun a chair around and straddled it as he sat down, folding his arms across the wrought iron back. He looked around. "This place new?"
"Pretty new." Clem nodded, his ears flopping with the motion. "Food's better than Willy's."
Clem glanced around again, then scratched his head. "Hey! Isn't it daytime?"
Spike rolled his eyes upward, then glanced a little to the right and a little to the left. "Yep."
"How come you're not." He flicked his clawed hands open. ".Poof?"
Spike smirked, and then reached out to snag a cheese covered chip off the table. "I seem to be immune." He popped the chip into his mouth and crunched noisily. "They got any tobasco sauce?"
"I think so." Clem motioned for a waitress. She had tentacles. "So, Spike, tell me what you've been up to."
Spike grimaced. "First of all, just make it William." He nodded to the waitress. "Another order of these please, and a bottle of the hot stuff." She shuffled off and he turned back to Clem.
"Spent most of the summer in LA, adjusting to my new. self."
"You went to that African shaman I told you about?" William nodded. "What did he do?"
"Ran me through a bunch of tests, nearly ended me, then gave me what I wanted."
"Wow! I thought he only dealt in resurrections and souls."
"That's right."
"Then what's with the.?" Clem waved his hand around, indicating the daylight.
"Not sure about that one mate. While the gifts were being handed out, it seems I merited a few extras." He glanced up at the waitress as she brought his order and took the five he handed her. She slithered away again. "I haven't seen a Scyllian around here in years." he noted to Clem.
"There seem to be a lot of new demons popping up lately. And you know, lots more vampires around since you left."
"It's why I'm back."
"I thought maybe you and the Slayer."
"No." William cut him off. "I'm here to help her, but I won't be muckin' up her life."
"What are you going to do?"
"Got me a new job. He leaned over to open the box, then reached in and pulled out a small black mask. "Gonna earn a livin' by day and fight the good fight by night." He raised his brows and nodded.
Clem just flapped his ears again. "The things we do for women! Hey, I like what you've done with your hair."
Clem was sitting at the outdoor demon café reading the comic section of the Sunnydale Herald and munching on nachos. An unexpected hand touched his shoulder and he started violently, knocking his chips and cheese all over the table. He stood and spun around to confront his attacker. His snarl was replaced with a fangy grin as he recognized his old friend.
"Spike! When did you get back into town?" He reached out to pat the vampire on the shoulder.
Spike was carrying a large box, which he sat on the ground. "Last night." He spun a chair around and straddled it as he sat down, folding his arms across the wrought iron back. He looked around. "This place new?"
"Pretty new." Clem nodded, his ears flopping with the motion. "Food's better than Willy's."
Clem glanced around again, then scratched his head. "Hey! Isn't it daytime?"
Spike rolled his eyes upward, then glanced a little to the right and a little to the left. "Yep."
"How come you're not." He flicked his clawed hands open. ".Poof?"
Spike smirked, and then reached out to snag a cheese covered chip off the table. "I seem to be immune." He popped the chip into his mouth and crunched noisily. "They got any tobasco sauce?"
"I think so." Clem motioned for a waitress. She had tentacles. "So, Spike, tell me what you've been up to."
Spike grimaced. "First of all, just make it William." He nodded to the waitress. "Another order of these please, and a bottle of the hot stuff." She shuffled off and he turned back to Clem.
"Spent most of the summer in LA, adjusting to my new. self."
"You went to that African shaman I told you about?" William nodded. "What did he do?"
"Ran me through a bunch of tests, nearly ended me, then gave me what I wanted."
"Wow! I thought he only dealt in resurrections and souls."
"That's right."
"Then what's with the.?" Clem waved his hand around, indicating the daylight.
"Not sure about that one mate. While the gifts were being handed out, it seems I merited a few extras." He glanced up at the waitress as she brought his order and took the five he handed her. She slithered away again. "I haven't seen a Scyllian around here in years." he noted to Clem.
"There seem to be a lot of new demons popping up lately. And you know, lots more vampires around since you left."
"It's why I'm back."
"I thought maybe you and the Slayer."
"No." William cut him off. "I'm here to help her, but I won't be muckin' up her life."
"What are you going to do?"
"Got me a new job. He leaned over to open the box, then reached in and pulled out a small black mask. "Gonna earn a livin' by day and fight the good fight by night." He raised his brows and nodded.
Clem just flapped his ears again. "The things we do for women! Hey, I like what you've done with your hair."