Chapter 2

This bar.the same as all the others Faye thought starring out at the rain that reflected the dimly lit neon sign. The same thieves, drunks, and bounty hunters as anywhere else. He was different, maybe not to those who saw him on the street, but living with him for three years made her realized how much she missed him.

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The figure stood there smirking. He took one hand out of his pocket and ran it through a head of frizzy moss colored hair.

"you're..You're back!" he replied closing his gaping mouth.

"You could say that." Spike replied, looking around.

"She's gone"

He raised an eyebrow. "auhh?"

"Well, what did you expect? She thought you died."

"I did" he replied solemnly, gazing off into the distance. He laughed the quiet, raspy laugh, he always had when something ironic and disappointing happened.

There was a thump as Spike hit the floor. His body shifted revealing a deep gash in his abdomen. Blood pooled onto the floor.