III. Fading Memories.
Spike opened the door to the abandoned house.
"Hello?" he called out and coughed as he inhaled dust. The little boarded up Victorian style house was decorated with antiques that looked just as dilapidated as the house itself.
"William? William the Bloody?" a womens voice said with a laugh.
Spike spun around to see a young girl with long dark hair and pitch black eyes.
"Spike. The name's Spike." he said curtly. She was wearing a black strapless dress and stilletto heals. As he stepped back to examine her he noticed her necklace had a strange symbol on it.
"Well, are you gonna stare at me all night or help me?"
"What?" Spike said distractedly. He was very attracted.
"Come with me, to the parlor."
"Mmm, right then. . . "
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"Cordelia had a vision."
"A vision?" Buffy interrupped.
"Yeah, she's been having them for a while."
"Oh." Buffy was sitting in the kitchen listening to Angel explain himself.
"She said you guys were in trouble. You needed me. Some huge evil is afoot?"
"Yeah, huge alright. Ever hear of the First?" Buffy asked.
"The First Evil? I thought it was a myth."
"A very real myth and surprise! It's camped out in Sunnydale."
Angel said nothing. He looked into Buffy's eyes and saw the lack of hope that she hadn't shown anyone else, only him. He took her in his arms and held her and told her it would be alright even though it looked grim indeed.
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"So, who's this guy?" A confuzed Kennedy asked Willow.
"Uhhh, a friend?"
"A vampire friend. . . "
"Well, he has a soul!"
"What a shocker!" she said sarcastically. "It must be pretty easy for a vamp to get a soul these days. Half the ones I've met in Sunnydale have one! "
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Spike was sitting in the parlor, alone. The girl, Burnadette was her name, went to get some tea. He didn't even think this place was safe to live in even for his standards, let alone a place to heat water for tea. He thought about why he was there. Why was he there? He was startig to have doubts about killing Angel and Burnadette was really weird. But then again, so is everyone who lives in Sunnydale. Best leave it alone, best not cause a stir. He thougth to himself. His consience was really working overtime. He was torn between what to do. Earlier he had been in a blind rage but now he was calmer and relized what he was doing. Should he go on with it? Maybe he sould leave now before the girl got back. No, too late. He sighed when he heard her footsteps coming down the hall.
Spike opened the door to the abandoned house.
"Hello?" he called out and coughed as he inhaled dust. The little boarded up Victorian style house was decorated with antiques that looked just as dilapidated as the house itself.
"William? William the Bloody?" a womens voice said with a laugh.
Spike spun around to see a young girl with long dark hair and pitch black eyes.
"Spike. The name's Spike." he said curtly. She was wearing a black strapless dress and stilletto heals. As he stepped back to examine her he noticed her necklace had a strange symbol on it.
"Well, are you gonna stare at me all night or help me?"
"What?" Spike said distractedly. He was very attracted.
"Come with me, to the parlor."
"Mmm, right then. . . "
~~~~~~
"Cordelia had a vision."
"A vision?" Buffy interrupped.
"Yeah, she's been having them for a while."
"Oh." Buffy was sitting in the kitchen listening to Angel explain himself.
"She said you guys were in trouble. You needed me. Some huge evil is afoot?"
"Yeah, huge alright. Ever hear of the First?" Buffy asked.
"The First Evil? I thought it was a myth."
"A very real myth and surprise! It's camped out in Sunnydale."
Angel said nothing. He looked into Buffy's eyes and saw the lack of hope that she hadn't shown anyone else, only him. He took her in his arms and held her and told her it would be alright even though it looked grim indeed.
~~~~~~
"So, who's this guy?" A confuzed Kennedy asked Willow.
"Uhhh, a friend?"
"A vampire friend. . . "
"Well, he has a soul!"
"What a shocker!" she said sarcastically. "It must be pretty easy for a vamp to get a soul these days. Half the ones I've met in Sunnydale have one! "
~~~~~~
Spike was sitting in the parlor, alone. The girl, Burnadette was her name, went to get some tea. He didn't even think this place was safe to live in even for his standards, let alone a place to heat water for tea. He thought about why he was there. Why was he there? He was startig to have doubts about killing Angel and Burnadette was really weird. But then again, so is everyone who lives in Sunnydale. Best leave it alone, best not cause a stir. He thougth to himself. His consience was really working overtime. He was torn between what to do. Earlier he had been in a blind rage but now he was calmer and relized what he was doing. Should he go on with it? Maybe he sould leave now before the girl got back. No, too late. He sighed when he heard her footsteps coming down the hall.