Chapter 2 - A lonely life
Spike Ripper threw himself down in the couch in his dressing room. He came right of stage and was still sweaty and filled with adrenaline. He just loved performing. Nothing could ever beat the feeling of a thousand people watching you're every move. He knew they loved him and he loved them because of it.
When the rush began to fade away he was left staring into the empty air. All the bad things that had happened lately just came crashing down, not even the joy of performing could keep these things away for long.
Now he could think of one thing definitely better than performing and that was love. He had been in love many times and it always ended badly. Perhaps that was why his songs always were so sad. He kept telling himself that he only wrote sappy lovesongs to please the ladies but truth be told they were like therapy for him.
His latest relationship had also ended badly. Her name was Drusilla and she was the daughter of the head of a record company. They had met during a release party and it had been love at first sight. at least for him.
Her long brown hair and dark eyes had just about done him in. They got to know each other a bit more and started dating. One thing led to another and soon they were engaged to get married.
Spike was too in love to see that Drusilla was playing him for a fool trying to milk him for his money, always asking for expensive gifts. All she ever cared about was herself.
One day when he opened the newspaper he was met by a full-page photo of Drusilla shagging his drummer. He had been broken hearted and confronted both Drusilla and the drummer. The drummer at least had the decency to look embarrassed. Drusilla just laugh him in the face.
Spike vowed never to forget her betrayal or cruel words as long as he lived.
"You think I loved you? I was just in it for the cash. love" the last word was filled with sarcasm "He wasn't the first. And all of them were better in bed than you"
Spike reached for a bottle of whiskey, which he had started keeping close since her infidelity. He took a good swig of it.
He had fired the drummer of course. Served him right for betraying another band mate.
Spike chuckled bitterly and poured some more of the burning, golden liquid down his throat.
It had been damn near impossible to find a new drummer with such short notice. But Spike had manage to find one just in time for the concert. The sound had been a bit off, but what could you expect.
No bloody miracles that's for sure.
Spike suddenly realized that he had finished the whole bottle. It was just as well. He turned on the TV in order to distract himself a little.
The first thing he heard was Drusillas soft laugh. She was on some silly talkshow apparently talking about their relationship.
"Well. Spike never realized that women are in need of a little thing called _foreplay_" she said knowingly with a conspiratorial nod towards the ladies. The audience laughed.
Spike got up and threw the bottle in the wall with a low scream. He then turned of the TV.
That little bitch! She was the one who had turned down foreplay preferring to "get it over with" as soon as possible. He hated her with all of his soul.
"I'll never fall in love again!" he vowed bitterly.
British press, the worst in the entire world had been all over him since it happened two weeks ago. He just wanted some time to grieve. Some time alone. Despite all the attention he was terribly lonely. His parents had died in a car crash when he was just 15 and he had been alone in the world ever since.
While standing there in his dressing room he made a decision. He would leave London until he felt better. Telling no one where he was going and spend some time just being himself. The more he thought about it the more he loved the idea.
Then came the question of where. America was the obvious answer. But where in America? He needed a place with lots of sun to drown his sorrows and no tabloids as to not be recognized.
He found a map over California left in the dressing room by some previous occupant. He ran his finger over it looking for small towns.
Then he found it; Sunnydale. It was perfect. It was a small, obviously sunny, town in California. That's were he should go!
A/N what did you think of that one? They'll meet in the next chapter I promise! Review please. pretty please with sugar on top? *puppydog eyes"
Spike Ripper threw himself down in the couch in his dressing room. He came right of stage and was still sweaty and filled with adrenaline. He just loved performing. Nothing could ever beat the feeling of a thousand people watching you're every move. He knew they loved him and he loved them because of it.
When the rush began to fade away he was left staring into the empty air. All the bad things that had happened lately just came crashing down, not even the joy of performing could keep these things away for long.
Now he could think of one thing definitely better than performing and that was love. He had been in love many times and it always ended badly. Perhaps that was why his songs always were so sad. He kept telling himself that he only wrote sappy lovesongs to please the ladies but truth be told they were like therapy for him.
His latest relationship had also ended badly. Her name was Drusilla and she was the daughter of the head of a record company. They had met during a release party and it had been love at first sight. at least for him.
Her long brown hair and dark eyes had just about done him in. They got to know each other a bit more and started dating. One thing led to another and soon they were engaged to get married.
Spike was too in love to see that Drusilla was playing him for a fool trying to milk him for his money, always asking for expensive gifts. All she ever cared about was herself.
One day when he opened the newspaper he was met by a full-page photo of Drusilla shagging his drummer. He had been broken hearted and confronted both Drusilla and the drummer. The drummer at least had the decency to look embarrassed. Drusilla just laugh him in the face.
Spike vowed never to forget her betrayal or cruel words as long as he lived.
"You think I loved you? I was just in it for the cash. love" the last word was filled with sarcasm "He wasn't the first. And all of them were better in bed than you"
Spike reached for a bottle of whiskey, which he had started keeping close since her infidelity. He took a good swig of it.
He had fired the drummer of course. Served him right for betraying another band mate.
Spike chuckled bitterly and poured some more of the burning, golden liquid down his throat.
It had been damn near impossible to find a new drummer with such short notice. But Spike had manage to find one just in time for the concert. The sound had been a bit off, but what could you expect.
No bloody miracles that's for sure.
Spike suddenly realized that he had finished the whole bottle. It was just as well. He turned on the TV in order to distract himself a little.
The first thing he heard was Drusillas soft laugh. She was on some silly talkshow apparently talking about their relationship.
"Well. Spike never realized that women are in need of a little thing called _foreplay_" she said knowingly with a conspiratorial nod towards the ladies. The audience laughed.
Spike got up and threw the bottle in the wall with a low scream. He then turned of the TV.
That little bitch! She was the one who had turned down foreplay preferring to "get it over with" as soon as possible. He hated her with all of his soul.
"I'll never fall in love again!" he vowed bitterly.
British press, the worst in the entire world had been all over him since it happened two weeks ago. He just wanted some time to grieve. Some time alone. Despite all the attention he was terribly lonely. His parents had died in a car crash when he was just 15 and he had been alone in the world ever since.
While standing there in his dressing room he made a decision. He would leave London until he felt better. Telling no one where he was going and spend some time just being himself. The more he thought about it the more he loved the idea.
Then came the question of where. America was the obvious answer. But where in America? He needed a place with lots of sun to drown his sorrows and no tabloids as to not be recognized.
He found a map over California left in the dressing room by some previous occupant. He ran his finger over it looking for small towns.
Then he found it; Sunnydale. It was perfect. It was a small, obviously sunny, town in California. That's were he should go!
A/N what did you think of that one? They'll meet in the next chapter I promise! Review please. pretty please with sugar on top? *puppydog eyes"