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The town looked nice. Quaint even, peaceful to the average person. But there was a lack of average persons in this town. Most of its inhabitants were vampires, demons, giant-snake politicians. and the legions of hell themselves. But for the supernatural person, people like Blaine, (even though he didn't fully know about his supernatural side,) and Ayn, could feel that there was something wrong about this town. From the moment when their cab had passed the dented "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign, (which looked like it had been struck by a car more than once,) Blaine had felt strange. Like a horrible childhood nightmare replaying in the back of his mind. And by the looks of it, Ayn was feeling the same. It might have had something to with Blaine's new found knowledge about demons, and the mouth of hell, and the fact he was above said Hellmouth, at night, with nowhere to sleep. And so the only thing they could do was drive around, in hopes they could find a motel; and all the while, jacking up the taxi fare. So far they had seen a Sun Cinema, a freaky looking mansion, the burnt ruins of god knows what and 12, count 'em, 12 cemeteries. Now if that wasn't a bad omen, he didn't know what was. That's when Blaine saw his nightmares parallel itself to reality. There, not more than 100 feet from the moving cab was the steel beast, the tower from his, "vision." At least that's what Whistler told them they were. Everything was matching up precisely to his nightmares. The tower, the wasteland below, the dark fighting the day, a blond climbing the tower. Wait-a-minute!
"Stop the car!" shouted Blaine. The cab screeched to a halt and Blaine darted from the car, to the junkyard ahead.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ayn cried standing in the doorway of the cab, watching Blaine hop over a rusty chain link fence.
Ayn looked towards the visibly unstable tower protruding into the sky. And gaped as she saw a leather-clad figure stumble his way up a latter.
"My God! They're going to get themselves killed!" Ayn bellowed.
"That's him! That's HIM! Don't you see, he was in the dream I had. Whistler was telling me about him. oh God! He's supposta be part of the plan. Whatever the hell THAT is! I'm waiting to find out myself! Shit! If he gets himself killed, then why the fuck am I here for?" Blaine cried back, as jogged the last few steps towards the foot of the tower. Well, only one-way to go now. up. Blaine caught his breath and started his way up the rusting tower.
"Hey! Hey you!" Blaine called up to the man.
'Shit! What's his name again?' Blaine thought. 'Whistler told me. oh right, he's the vampire. Spite? Sprite? SPIKE! Yah, Spike. oh shit. he's the VAMPIRE!' Blaine had reached one of the first landings on the tower and in sudden paralyzing of fear, froze up and refused to move another step, closer to the vampire, or further from the ground.
"What the hell are you doing?" called Ayn, from the bottom of the tower.
'Lucky bint, your on the ground. The nice, stable ground where you can't fall off,' thought Blaine.
Before Blaine could answer, the leather-clad blond looked down, from 30 feet above him called down.
"Bloody hell! I'm in the middle of a suicide here, I could do without the chit chat!"
And with that he started to climb again.
Blaine sighed. 'Shit! I'm going to have to climb again.' he thought.
"No wait! WAIT! Spike, wait!" bellowed Blaine as he gathered his bearings and began to climb again, tempting his acrophobia.
From above Spike stopped.
"How the hell do you know my name?" spat out angrily.
Blaine decided to tell the vampire everything while he was willing to listen, and not trying to kill himself.
"I know more than that!" yelped Blaine, capturing the suicidee's attention. " I know what happened that day! I know how she died! I know about the Slayer! And the rest of them!"
Spike took this in. Pondered a moment about what he had just said.
"Yah, well, in a few moments, I'll be dead and you won't be able to get any answers from me 'bout how to kill the lot of em, you sick twisted fu-" Started Spike. Continuing his journey upwards.
"I'm not here to hurt them!!!" yelled Blaine. "I'm here to help you bring Buffy back.!"
Spike froze.
"But I can't do it if your DEAD!" continued Blaine. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do. All I know is I flew across from merry ol' England. Not knowing who any of you are, but I believe that she can be saved."
Spike had yet to move. Beneath them both, Ayn stood listening. Damn, Blaine was good! He was almost as good as Whistler, only, without the cryptic talk, and the HORRIBLE retro clothes.
"You see, I get these nightmares." Blaine called up. "And until yesterday, I-I just thought I was going crazy. HELL! I probably am! But then I meet this man, a-and he tells me I ain't crazy. And I'm supposed to fly across the *sodding* planet, and save the world. I'm supposta raise the dead! And hell! I'm probably more scared than you are, thinking KILLING yourself is the best ways out of your troubles. But I saw what you did that day. And the truth is, you care 'bout this girl. And somehow, we can bring her back! Now I was willing to take a chance, and come her. Leave the world I knew behind! Leave my sanity, my home. all for this Buffy I've never met. Now Get the fuck off this tower, and help me!"
And then the broken down peroxide-blond, un-vampire turned human did something he had been doing far too much. 'Screw looking like a wanker.' Thought Spike. And he began to sob.
The town looked nice. Quaint even, peaceful to the average person. But there was a lack of average persons in this town. Most of its inhabitants were vampires, demons, giant-snake politicians. and the legions of hell themselves. But for the supernatural person, people like Blaine, (even though he didn't fully know about his supernatural side,) and Ayn, could feel that there was something wrong about this town. From the moment when their cab had passed the dented "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign, (which looked like it had been struck by a car more than once,) Blaine had felt strange. Like a horrible childhood nightmare replaying in the back of his mind. And by the looks of it, Ayn was feeling the same. It might have had something to with Blaine's new found knowledge about demons, and the mouth of hell, and the fact he was above said Hellmouth, at night, with nowhere to sleep. And so the only thing they could do was drive around, in hopes they could find a motel; and all the while, jacking up the taxi fare. So far they had seen a Sun Cinema, a freaky looking mansion, the burnt ruins of god knows what and 12, count 'em, 12 cemeteries. Now if that wasn't a bad omen, he didn't know what was. That's when Blaine saw his nightmares parallel itself to reality. There, not more than 100 feet from the moving cab was the steel beast, the tower from his, "vision." At least that's what Whistler told them they were. Everything was matching up precisely to his nightmares. The tower, the wasteland below, the dark fighting the day, a blond climbing the tower. Wait-a-minute!
"Stop the car!" shouted Blaine. The cab screeched to a halt and Blaine darted from the car, to the junkyard ahead.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ayn cried standing in the doorway of the cab, watching Blaine hop over a rusty chain link fence.
Ayn looked towards the visibly unstable tower protruding into the sky. And gaped as she saw a leather-clad figure stumble his way up a latter.
"My God! They're going to get themselves killed!" Ayn bellowed.
"That's him! That's HIM! Don't you see, he was in the dream I had. Whistler was telling me about him. oh God! He's supposta be part of the plan. Whatever the hell THAT is! I'm waiting to find out myself! Shit! If he gets himself killed, then why the fuck am I here for?" Blaine cried back, as jogged the last few steps towards the foot of the tower. Well, only one-way to go now. up. Blaine caught his breath and started his way up the rusting tower.
"Hey! Hey you!" Blaine called up to the man.
'Shit! What's his name again?' Blaine thought. 'Whistler told me. oh right, he's the vampire. Spite? Sprite? SPIKE! Yah, Spike. oh shit. he's the VAMPIRE!' Blaine had reached one of the first landings on the tower and in sudden paralyzing of fear, froze up and refused to move another step, closer to the vampire, or further from the ground.
"What the hell are you doing?" called Ayn, from the bottom of the tower.
'Lucky bint, your on the ground. The nice, stable ground where you can't fall off,' thought Blaine.
Before Blaine could answer, the leather-clad blond looked down, from 30 feet above him called down.
"Bloody hell! I'm in the middle of a suicide here, I could do without the chit chat!"
And with that he started to climb again.
Blaine sighed. 'Shit! I'm going to have to climb again.' he thought.
"No wait! WAIT! Spike, wait!" bellowed Blaine as he gathered his bearings and began to climb again, tempting his acrophobia.
From above Spike stopped.
"How the hell do you know my name?" spat out angrily.
Blaine decided to tell the vampire everything while he was willing to listen, and not trying to kill himself.
"I know more than that!" yelped Blaine, capturing the suicidee's attention. " I know what happened that day! I know how she died! I know about the Slayer! And the rest of them!"
Spike took this in. Pondered a moment about what he had just said.
"Yah, well, in a few moments, I'll be dead and you won't be able to get any answers from me 'bout how to kill the lot of em, you sick twisted fu-" Started Spike. Continuing his journey upwards.
"I'm not here to hurt them!!!" yelled Blaine. "I'm here to help you bring Buffy back.!"
Spike froze.
"But I can't do it if your DEAD!" continued Blaine. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do. All I know is I flew across from merry ol' England. Not knowing who any of you are, but I believe that she can be saved."
Spike had yet to move. Beneath them both, Ayn stood listening. Damn, Blaine was good! He was almost as good as Whistler, only, without the cryptic talk, and the HORRIBLE retro clothes.
"You see, I get these nightmares." Blaine called up. "And until yesterday, I-I just thought I was going crazy. HELL! I probably am! But then I meet this man, a-and he tells me I ain't crazy. And I'm supposed to fly across the *sodding* planet, and save the world. I'm supposta raise the dead! And hell! I'm probably more scared than you are, thinking KILLING yourself is the best ways out of your troubles. But I saw what you did that day. And the truth is, you care 'bout this girl. And somehow, we can bring her back! Now I was willing to take a chance, and come her. Leave the world I knew behind! Leave my sanity, my home. all for this Buffy I've never met. Now Get the fuck off this tower, and help me!"
And then the broken down peroxide-blond, un-vampire turned human did something he had been doing far too much. 'Screw looking like a wanker.' Thought Spike. And he began to sob.