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Rating: PG-13
Timeline: After Lover's Walk. Spike is on his way to get Dru back.
Feedback: Please!
Title: Hitchhiker's Guide to Vampires
Chapter One: She's Leaving Home.
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Spike sped down the highway, driving full speed with rock music blaring. He was somewhere in Wyoming, and it was late at night. Not much danger of getting burned if he had to eat annoying policemen.
Spike had just been in Sunnydale, he had tried to get Drusilla back with a love spell. Now, however, he had a better plan. He was going to find her, and torture her until she loved him again.
So Spike drove through the dark, positive he was going to get his girlfriend of a hundred years back. It might take him awhile, but Drusilla would be his again. The only problem so far was boredom, driving across the country was definitely taking awhile.
Only because of his ability to see easily in the dark did Spike see the girl from so far away. She was tall and slim, with strait red hair that fell past her shoulders. She stood on the side of the road, thumb raised hopefully as she saw Spike's headlights approaching.
Hitchhiker.
Spike slowed down the car a bit as he entertained the idea of giving her a ride. While humans were not his ideal companions, she would definitely help make the time pass quicker. "Besides," Spike thought, "If she ever gets to annoying I can just eat her."
He screeched the car to a halt, turned down the music and rolled down the window, meeting the girl's bright green eyes.
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Erin was 19. She had lived in the small town in Wyoming for many more years then she wished. 19 years was a long time to live here. She could have been accepted to college, she was a very intelligent girl. Unfortunately, she didn't have any money, and her mom was sure as hell not going to pay for her to go to college.
Whenever Erin had brought up the subject of college, her mother had gone over the same routine. On and on about how she had fed, clothed, and cared for her for all these years. "More like all these years I've been taking care of you." Erin always thought, though she kept quiet.
Her mom was alcoholic duggie who came home it seemed every night with a different man. Erin tried to keep the house clean, save enough money to pay the bills, all the while wondering why she stuck around.
So one day, Erin had left. College wasn't the only way out of this place, she could try to hitchhike over to New York City. Her friend had an apartment there, and it should be easy to find a job.
So Erin had packed a backpack with as many clothes and other necessities as she could fit, and had walked to the highway. It was better to go at night, there was less chance some one she knew would see her and be curious.
Erin had been waiting for over an hour with no luck, when she saw the 1957 black Desoto speeding down the road. It was going so fast, she decided it wasn't going to stop for her, if the driver even saw her.
With a loud 'SCREECH' the car stopped and Erin peered in as the driver rolled down the widow.
Erin poked her head through the window, meeting the driver's cold blue eyes. He had bleached blond hair that was gelled and combed back. He was very pale, unnaturally pale. Erin figured it must just look that way because he was wearing all black. Black pants, black T-shirt, black combat boots, and a long black leather duster.
"Where you headed?" He asked.
"New York City. I know it's far away but-"
"Sounds great." He said, interrupting her. "Hop in."
Erin opened the heavy car door, and threw her stuff in the back. The instant she shut the door, the car lurched forward.
"Three rules." He said, looking at her while driving at a neck-breaking pace.
"One; No opening doors or windows during the day."
That was sort of odd, Erin though, but she stayed quiet.
"Two; I am the only person allowed to drive my car. And three; I get to choose what music we listen to."
Erin laughed lightly at number three. "Picky about your music, then?" She asked.
"Don't want to waste my time with pop crap."
"I'm Erin, by the way." Erin said.
"Spike." He replied.
"So, Spike." She asked, trying to make conversation. "Are you from England? Couldn't help noticing you're accent."
"Yeah, originally from England. Been a lot of places since then."
"So, why are you going to New York?"
"Not necessarily New York." He said. "I'm going to find my girlfriend, Dru. I know she headed east, and she likes big cities."
"So you're looking for an old girl friend?"
"Yeah, and I'll find her." Spike said with confidence. "So, what's a pretty girl like you doing hitching to New York?"
"Had to get out." She said, blushing. "That town was driving me insane."
Spike laughed. "Yeah, place seemed almost as bad as the Hell mouth."
"Some people like it." Erin said, wondering why she was defending her hometown.
"Well, some demons like the Hell mouth."
Erin had no idea what the Hell mouth was, and decided Spike must like to speak in metaphors or something . . . . . it didn't really matter.
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The sun was just starting to rise, and Spike was once again thankful for his blackened windows. He was tired, so he parked the car on the side of the road.
Erin yawned sleepily.
"You can sleep in the back, if you want." Spike told her.
"Thanks." Erin mumbled, and crawled over the seat to stretch out in the back.
Spike glanced at his new companion. She had definitely made the night pass quicker. As long as she didn't start opening the windows, she might find herself alive for a few more days . . . . .
Spike closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
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So, what did you think? Reviews would be greatly appreciated, anything you want to say!
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: After Lover's Walk. Spike is on his way to get Dru back.
Feedback: Please!
Title: Hitchhiker's Guide to Vampires
Chapter One: She's Leaving Home.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Spike sped down the highway, driving full speed with rock music blaring. He was somewhere in Wyoming, and it was late at night. Not much danger of getting burned if he had to eat annoying policemen.
Spike had just been in Sunnydale, he had tried to get Drusilla back with a love spell. Now, however, he had a better plan. He was going to find her, and torture her until she loved him again.
So Spike drove through the dark, positive he was going to get his girlfriend of a hundred years back. It might take him awhile, but Drusilla would be his again. The only problem so far was boredom, driving across the country was definitely taking awhile.
Only because of his ability to see easily in the dark did Spike see the girl from so far away. She was tall and slim, with strait red hair that fell past her shoulders. She stood on the side of the road, thumb raised hopefully as she saw Spike's headlights approaching.
Hitchhiker.
Spike slowed down the car a bit as he entertained the idea of giving her a ride. While humans were not his ideal companions, she would definitely help make the time pass quicker. "Besides," Spike thought, "If she ever gets to annoying I can just eat her."
He screeched the car to a halt, turned down the music and rolled down the window, meeting the girl's bright green eyes.
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Erin was 19. She had lived in the small town in Wyoming for many more years then she wished. 19 years was a long time to live here. She could have been accepted to college, she was a very intelligent girl. Unfortunately, she didn't have any money, and her mom was sure as hell not going to pay for her to go to college.
Whenever Erin had brought up the subject of college, her mother had gone over the same routine. On and on about how she had fed, clothed, and cared for her for all these years. "More like all these years I've been taking care of you." Erin always thought, though she kept quiet.
Her mom was alcoholic duggie who came home it seemed every night with a different man. Erin tried to keep the house clean, save enough money to pay the bills, all the while wondering why she stuck around.
So one day, Erin had left. College wasn't the only way out of this place, she could try to hitchhike over to New York City. Her friend had an apartment there, and it should be easy to find a job.
So Erin had packed a backpack with as many clothes and other necessities as she could fit, and had walked to the highway. It was better to go at night, there was less chance some one she knew would see her and be curious.
Erin had been waiting for over an hour with no luck, when she saw the 1957 black Desoto speeding down the road. It was going so fast, she decided it wasn't going to stop for her, if the driver even saw her.
With a loud 'SCREECH' the car stopped and Erin peered in as the driver rolled down the widow.
Erin poked her head through the window, meeting the driver's cold blue eyes. He had bleached blond hair that was gelled and combed back. He was very pale, unnaturally pale. Erin figured it must just look that way because he was wearing all black. Black pants, black T-shirt, black combat boots, and a long black leather duster.
"Where you headed?" He asked.
"New York City. I know it's far away but-"
"Sounds great." He said, interrupting her. "Hop in."
Erin opened the heavy car door, and threw her stuff in the back. The instant she shut the door, the car lurched forward.
"Three rules." He said, looking at her while driving at a neck-breaking pace.
"One; No opening doors or windows during the day."
That was sort of odd, Erin though, but she stayed quiet.
"Two; I am the only person allowed to drive my car. And three; I get to choose what music we listen to."
Erin laughed lightly at number three. "Picky about your music, then?" She asked.
"Don't want to waste my time with pop crap."
"I'm Erin, by the way." Erin said.
"Spike." He replied.
"So, Spike." She asked, trying to make conversation. "Are you from England? Couldn't help noticing you're accent."
"Yeah, originally from England. Been a lot of places since then."
"So, why are you going to New York?"
"Not necessarily New York." He said. "I'm going to find my girlfriend, Dru. I know she headed east, and she likes big cities."
"So you're looking for an old girl friend?"
"Yeah, and I'll find her." Spike said with confidence. "So, what's a pretty girl like you doing hitching to New York?"
"Had to get out." She said, blushing. "That town was driving me insane."
Spike laughed. "Yeah, place seemed almost as bad as the Hell mouth."
"Some people like it." Erin said, wondering why she was defending her hometown.
"Well, some demons like the Hell mouth."
Erin had no idea what the Hell mouth was, and decided Spike must like to speak in metaphors or something . . . . . it didn't really matter.
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The sun was just starting to rise, and Spike was once again thankful for his blackened windows. He was tired, so he parked the car on the side of the road.
Erin yawned sleepily.
"You can sleep in the back, if you want." Spike told her.
"Thanks." Erin mumbled, and crawled over the seat to stretch out in the back.
Spike glanced at his new companion. She had definitely made the night pass quicker. As long as she didn't start opening the windows, she might find herself alive for a few more days . . . . .
Spike closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
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So, what did you think? Reviews would be greatly appreciated, anything you want to say!
