Notes: Since Buffy ended, we all know Spike's dead, so you'll have to bend the truth a bit. Also, in the story Faith never went back to Sunnydale, another fact you'll have to play with. The First and Caleb have been defeated anyhow.
Emprise Session 2 - De Rigeuer
Spike smirked and looked away from Buffy, pressed against a crypt wall while Angel kissed the side of her neck slowly. " Come on, can't you pick a better bloody time to do that? " The bleached blonde Vampire glared towards Angel, then towards Buffy, who quickly moved out from under Angel and grabbed a wooden stake she had placed on top of a tomb stone.
"Just, you know, since Caleb's gone, and there hasn't been much evil... doing it's evil things, me and Angel, Angel and I, we've had time to actually be a couple."
Spike could feel the jealousy rise up in him, but pushed it back. He'd had to push it back since the battle with the preacher and The First. Since then, Angel and Buffy had been together, kissing every chance they got, just right in front of Spike. Buffy had to know how he felt about her, he looked up at the night sky as Angel kissed Buffy's chin with a slight smile.
"Come on, make with the kisses and lets-"
"What's with you Spike ? I thought you'd be happy once The First left."
"I've told you Spike, me and Angel are together, you've got to deal."
"Got to deal.." Spike mumbled under his breath, pressing the tip of his wooden stake lightly against his palm. " I stayed here, fought with you and the scoobies, just for you, and this is how I get rightly repayed."
"Spike, you helped save the world, that's what we've fought for."
"Oh yeah, the world. Big festering orb of mortals and demons alike, great." Spike kept his eyes on the stake and leaned his back gently against a large grave stone behind him. Buffy shrugged slowly and slipped her arms around Angel's waist, kissing the front of his neck with a little smile.
"Whatever you want to say Spike, there hasn't been any dangerous Vamps around here, no murders or anything to do with the occult, so I'm going to spend some time with Angel." Buffy smiled a little broader and kissed Angel once more, who quickly returned the sign of affection. " If I can stop the evil of all evil you're not going to bring me down. "
Spike watched the two cuddle, hug tightly, then walk hand in hand away from the quiet cemetery. He waved his hand as if to bat a fly and placed an elbow on the top of the grave stone. " Bullocks.. " If he couldn't have Buffy, he wasn't going to stick around here and watch her smooch his grand-sire. " Bloody poof! Yeah, you heard me!" Spike threw a rock threw the graveyard and across the street Buffy and Angel had trekked over earlier. The rock hit a tree with a crack.
Soon enough, Spike had ventured through the worser parts of Sunnydale, which were now deserted, and made his way into a storage complex. "Damn Angel... Least she's happy." Spike fumbled with a lock, growled and tore it from the large door it was keeping secure. He lifted the door upwards and let the dim light from the moon light up his filthy De Sota, the car he had arrived in Sunnydale with.
He ran a hand up the side of the hood and brought the keys out for the car from his left duster pocket, slipping them into the partially rusted lock and opening the door. He pressed the golden key into the ignition as he got comfortable in the leather seat behind the wheel, being back in the old car made him feel somewhat nostalgic. He blew off the feelings as he leaned forward and grabbed a beer bottle from underneath the passenger seat, drinking all but half of the beer before he started up the car and sped out into the Sunnydale highway.
"So, what's your story?"
Faith glared towards Cian, looked out the small window and sighed. " Sort of had a run in with the "original" slayer, we were five by five until I went off and tried to kill her. "
"Yeah, and?"
Faith found herself surprised at how calm the man remained, escorting a rouge slayer around after a fight gone array with Vampires wasn't something to be at peace with. " This guy, Angel, he told me that I needed to get back on track. He couldn't help me though, so I bailed and went up to some.. Some Zen Buddhist temple hell hold, got my inner psycho under control and here I am."
Time went by slowly, Cian didn't say a word, just tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as the scenery around them grew more and more extravagant. The sidewalks were being laid down in an adobe brick color, trees were being planted next to them, and farther behind them buildings were being constructed.
Cian drove through a large tunnel, moving slowly due to all the cars around him. Once out of the dark tunnel Faith placed her arms on the top of either chair and peered forward, her hair brushing against Cian's. The city before them was unlike any other; marble statues built in the ancient Greek style were placed at either side of the exit of the tunnel, blossoming cherry trees blew gently in the wind on the cobblestone sidewalks. The buildings looked to have been taken right out of Venice, some tall and some short, packed tightly together. Lines of laundry were strung from one building to the other across the busy highway, how they managed to sting such a long rope of clothes over such packed streets Faith had no idea.
Various flags, which reminded Faith of the Tibetan prayer flags back at the monastery, were also strung over the streets. Shops selling varieties of goods from different countries were all too common, the shop windows displaying things Faith had never even imagined real. Magic shops were also quite common, but one thing Faith didn't see in the city, which she didn't really mind, was a church. "It's called Charlotte." Cian finally spoke, but Faith was all too busy gawking at the city to notice.
"It was built just recently, I have no idea just how it came to pass, but they're still constructing more and more around it. Must be taking a lot to fund it." Cian's accent had dramatically changed since his "earlier" years, it was still easy to hear the Dublin tongue though.
"Yeah, whatever." All the people of the city, some were wearing more modern clothes, but for the most part they seemed fond of wearing older clothes, much older clothes. Some of the woman wore vintage dresses cut fresh of rich velvets, others wore dark cloaks that covered their faces. Faith swore that about each one of the men and women she could spot were speaking different languages. Others simply had heavy accents, which gave them the impression of speaking another language in the loud crowd.
Cian drove the car slowly off the road and into the front lawn of a brick building, he rubbed the top of his nose, right between his eyes and sighed. " Been driving out here for days, feels good to finally be home." Faith pushed Cian forward suddenly as she opened the side door and let herself out, Cian smirked and clenched the sides of the steering wheel as his head was pushed forward into the horn.
Faith came to the door and tried turning the knob, locked. She started to turn it, using her slayer strength to break the lock, no luck. Whoever had constructed the locking mechanism had built it so strongly even she couldn't tear it apart. The door also had a small barred window near the top, Faith looked down at the knob and saw two bronze dead bolts above it. "Geez, what's with all the security?"
Cian came out from behind her with a ring of keys, unlocking the door quickly and pushing the thick wooden door open, revealing a sheet of iron between the two planks of wood making up the exterior of the door. " You can stay here if you like Faith, I can sleep on the couch." The couch he was speaking of, which was sitting in front of an old, still running Television was over piled with magazines and books, a spring also came out from the side of the brown leather sofa.
"Sure, I'll crash here." Faith made her way into the house and looked down at one of the various magazines sitting under a dusty lamp. "Huh. You into old cars?" Cian shut the door and locked the three locks tightly and quickly. " No, not really, just brushing up on stuff I missed."
"Stuff you missed?"
Cian put the keys in his jacket pocket, then set the jacket over the pile of magazines on the couch. He fell back into a recliner and propped his feet up, sighing. " Yih, I was frozen for something hundred years."
"You're a demon? Could of fooled me."
"No, not a demon." Cian reached down to the ground, Faith searched the table behind her for something she could use as a weapon if this guy was looking for one too. "Demon hunter actually." Cian's hand came back with the TV remote, changing the channel over to a group of men practically beating each other while chasing after a white ball.
"Yeah, so, how'd it happen?"
"A Vampire, Angelus, I was going to get rid of him until he captured me and locked me up in some grotto on the Irish coast. He cursed me rightly good, I was there for more than three-hundred years, frozen in place, didn't age a bit though." Cian raised the TV remote up and moved it counter clockwise in the air. "But you know, the world changed without me, so that explains all the magazines."
"So what, the curse just broke off after a few hundred years?"
"No, a witch who never did give me her name, she freed me, told me that I had some greater purpose I had to pursue. A part of the curse still remained that she couldn't break though."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"I don't age, well, not until I kill another demon. Angelus still got what he wanted, I can't kill, he knows I wont."
"'bout Angelus.. He's a good guy now, he's got a soul."
"Yeah, the witch filled me in on that."
"So when did you come back to the "real world"?"
"Nixon was president, The Beetles were making a pretty penny, 1972." Cian laughed softly and set his feet back on the ground, sitting up with a smile. " You don't know how hard it was to order a cappuccino in Gaelic. "
"So you're from Scotland or something?"
"Ireland, didn't spend much time in one place though. I was born in Genorma Valley near Killaloe, left and spent much of my youth in Dublin. "
"Yeah, that's interesting. "
Spike brought the car to a stop in a gas station parker lot. The gas station was surrounded by a desert, a cactus growing directly by the large "7-11" sign. The blonde Vampire tossed a quarter up and down on his palm as he walked into the mini-mart, located under a large rusted roof. He stashed the spare change into his pocket and went to the magazine stands.
"Huh.. Haven't seen ones that big, 'cept for on that Succubus." Spike smiled faintly, looking over the magazines, which were mostly ones you had to be over 18 to buy. He sighed and moved away from the magazine rack, bumping shoulders with a group of black clad men. One of them took the time to look back at Spike, only to raise his middle finger to him.
Spike shook his head as he walked to the counter. "I'll take a pack of gum and whatever you call those blue sludge things." The Chinese man behind the counter put a pack of yellow gum on the counter, turning and putting a cup under the slushie machine. A light shone into the mini-mart through the front windows, Spike took a piece of the gum out of the packet as he looked to the source of the light.
"Oh shit, they found us."
"You said that we lost them."
"I didn't know, okay? They must of caught up with us in Death Valley.."
"I told you there was three trucks! What the fuck are we going to do?!"
Spike watched the group of men yell at each other, he placed a strip of the gum in his mouth and turned to look at the slushie machine. The cup had overflowed and the thick blue liquid was all over the floor. " Hey, think you might wanna turn that off. " Spike didn't see the cashier until he looked over the counter to see his body sprawled out on the floor. His flesh was pale, a round red hole in the center of his forehead. His blood slowly crept across the floor and mixed with the blue liquid from the machine. Oddly alluring to Spike.
He caught his senses once the lights from outside shown brighter, a barrage of arrows flying through the windows and striking one of the men down. He exploded into dust, the others scattered out around the mini-mart, hiding behind whatever they could find. Spike hopped behind the counter, leaning against it as he swallowed the gum. "Nothing ever goes my bloody way." Heavy foot steps could be heard rushing into the small market, Spike heard mechanical clicks, the light from outside faded away, and he decided he'd stand back up.
He placed his hands on the counter top, slowly bringing himself back onto his feet. He didn't see anyone else in the market, shards of broken glass were scattered everywhere, milk and soda spilling out onto the floor from where arrows had hit them. He heard another mechanical click and tried to yell as he felt a sharp pain go through his chest, then spread throughout his body. He felt as though his veins were on fire, was he going to die? His head was pressed against the counter top, cutting his cheek open on a shard of glass. He couldn't feel it, the pain pulsing in his chest was numbing his body.
Spike barely felt hands on his wrists, the numbness slowly causing him to loose feel of his entire body and everything he touched, someone placed iron clasps around his wrists and pushed him along outside and through the gas station. A cold wisp of wind hit him, he couldn't feel it as he was pressed against the side of a large paddy wagon.
"There was one more still in there."
"Just throw him in the back."
Spike couldn't see who was talking, he could tell that they were men from the deep sound of their voices. He was brought to two black doors, they opened to reveal most of the men he had seen inside the mini-mart, all cuffed to the side of the walls. Spike was taken and latched to the walls as well, his head fell forward and his lips parted as the numbness reached it's peak in his body. The doors slammed shut and the vehicle started up with a low hum.
Spike's eyes slowly eased open, the numb feeling in his body had passed, which he was grateful for. The Vampires around him were still asleep, or knocked out, one of the two. He tried standing but it was no use, the cuffs around his wrist kept him locked to the walls. After a few minutes the paddy wagon came to a stop, there wasn't any windows so it was impossible for Spike to have any idea where they were. He didn't even know how long he was out for. One thing he was certain of, his body was yearning blood.
The doors opened, revealing the star filled night sky. The man who had opened the door was layered down in armor, a thick sheet of metal around his neck to prevent Vampire bites. Tiny tubes ran up the man's armor, Spike had seen something like it before, the tubes were filled with holy water so if the man was bitten... Well, the unlucky Vampire wouldn't have much a tongue to talk with. The man placed a tiny device against Spike's cheek, cutting the scratch he had received from the glass before.
The man, which Spike figured to be some sort of soldier backed up, looking at the small device. His eyes, which were behind red goggles, looked over Spike. The cuffs on Spike's wrists unlocked quickly, he automatically went to rubbing his left wrist. " So much for manners. "
"You have a soul, correct ?"
Spike looked up at the soldier, rubbing his wrist still. " Yeah, what about it?"
"Leave."
"Don't have to ask me twice.. " Spike stood up, walking to the end of the paddy wagon and jumping onto the ground. The soldier had a patch on his shoulder reading, "Lament Corp.", most likely another form of the Initiative. The paddy wagon sped off quickly, even before Spike could look back at it.
Spike looked before him, seeing a large tunnel with golden letters spelling out "Charlotte" above it. He shrugged and pulled his duster closer around his neck, walking into the dark tunnel and towards the massive city.
Emprise Session 2 - De Rigeuer
Spike smirked and looked away from Buffy, pressed against a crypt wall while Angel kissed the side of her neck slowly. " Come on, can't you pick a better bloody time to do that? " The bleached blonde Vampire glared towards Angel, then towards Buffy, who quickly moved out from under Angel and grabbed a wooden stake she had placed on top of a tomb stone.
"Just, you know, since Caleb's gone, and there hasn't been much evil... doing it's evil things, me and Angel, Angel and I, we've had time to actually be a couple."
Spike could feel the jealousy rise up in him, but pushed it back. He'd had to push it back since the battle with the preacher and The First. Since then, Angel and Buffy had been together, kissing every chance they got, just right in front of Spike. Buffy had to know how he felt about her, he looked up at the night sky as Angel kissed Buffy's chin with a slight smile.
"Come on, make with the kisses and lets-"
"What's with you Spike ? I thought you'd be happy once The First left."
"I've told you Spike, me and Angel are together, you've got to deal."
"Got to deal.." Spike mumbled under his breath, pressing the tip of his wooden stake lightly against his palm. " I stayed here, fought with you and the scoobies, just for you, and this is how I get rightly repayed."
"Spike, you helped save the world, that's what we've fought for."
"Oh yeah, the world. Big festering orb of mortals and demons alike, great." Spike kept his eyes on the stake and leaned his back gently against a large grave stone behind him. Buffy shrugged slowly and slipped her arms around Angel's waist, kissing the front of his neck with a little smile.
"Whatever you want to say Spike, there hasn't been any dangerous Vamps around here, no murders or anything to do with the occult, so I'm going to spend some time with Angel." Buffy smiled a little broader and kissed Angel once more, who quickly returned the sign of affection. " If I can stop the evil of all evil you're not going to bring me down. "
Spike watched the two cuddle, hug tightly, then walk hand in hand away from the quiet cemetery. He waved his hand as if to bat a fly and placed an elbow on the top of the grave stone. " Bullocks.. " If he couldn't have Buffy, he wasn't going to stick around here and watch her smooch his grand-sire. " Bloody poof! Yeah, you heard me!" Spike threw a rock threw the graveyard and across the street Buffy and Angel had trekked over earlier. The rock hit a tree with a crack.
Soon enough, Spike had ventured through the worser parts of Sunnydale, which were now deserted, and made his way into a storage complex. "Damn Angel... Least she's happy." Spike fumbled with a lock, growled and tore it from the large door it was keeping secure. He lifted the door upwards and let the dim light from the moon light up his filthy De Sota, the car he had arrived in Sunnydale with.
He ran a hand up the side of the hood and brought the keys out for the car from his left duster pocket, slipping them into the partially rusted lock and opening the door. He pressed the golden key into the ignition as he got comfortable in the leather seat behind the wheel, being back in the old car made him feel somewhat nostalgic. He blew off the feelings as he leaned forward and grabbed a beer bottle from underneath the passenger seat, drinking all but half of the beer before he started up the car and sped out into the Sunnydale highway.
"So, what's your story?"
Faith glared towards Cian, looked out the small window and sighed. " Sort of had a run in with the "original" slayer, we were five by five until I went off and tried to kill her. "
"Yeah, and?"
Faith found herself surprised at how calm the man remained, escorting a rouge slayer around after a fight gone array with Vampires wasn't something to be at peace with. " This guy, Angel, he told me that I needed to get back on track. He couldn't help me though, so I bailed and went up to some.. Some Zen Buddhist temple hell hold, got my inner psycho under control and here I am."
Time went by slowly, Cian didn't say a word, just tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as the scenery around them grew more and more extravagant. The sidewalks were being laid down in an adobe brick color, trees were being planted next to them, and farther behind them buildings were being constructed.
Cian drove through a large tunnel, moving slowly due to all the cars around him. Once out of the dark tunnel Faith placed her arms on the top of either chair and peered forward, her hair brushing against Cian's. The city before them was unlike any other; marble statues built in the ancient Greek style were placed at either side of the exit of the tunnel, blossoming cherry trees blew gently in the wind on the cobblestone sidewalks. The buildings looked to have been taken right out of Venice, some tall and some short, packed tightly together. Lines of laundry were strung from one building to the other across the busy highway, how they managed to sting such a long rope of clothes over such packed streets Faith had no idea.
Various flags, which reminded Faith of the Tibetan prayer flags back at the monastery, were also strung over the streets. Shops selling varieties of goods from different countries were all too common, the shop windows displaying things Faith had never even imagined real. Magic shops were also quite common, but one thing Faith didn't see in the city, which she didn't really mind, was a church. "It's called Charlotte." Cian finally spoke, but Faith was all too busy gawking at the city to notice.
"It was built just recently, I have no idea just how it came to pass, but they're still constructing more and more around it. Must be taking a lot to fund it." Cian's accent had dramatically changed since his "earlier" years, it was still easy to hear the Dublin tongue though.
"Yeah, whatever." All the people of the city, some were wearing more modern clothes, but for the most part they seemed fond of wearing older clothes, much older clothes. Some of the woman wore vintage dresses cut fresh of rich velvets, others wore dark cloaks that covered their faces. Faith swore that about each one of the men and women she could spot were speaking different languages. Others simply had heavy accents, which gave them the impression of speaking another language in the loud crowd.
Cian drove the car slowly off the road and into the front lawn of a brick building, he rubbed the top of his nose, right between his eyes and sighed. " Been driving out here for days, feels good to finally be home." Faith pushed Cian forward suddenly as she opened the side door and let herself out, Cian smirked and clenched the sides of the steering wheel as his head was pushed forward into the horn.
Faith came to the door and tried turning the knob, locked. She started to turn it, using her slayer strength to break the lock, no luck. Whoever had constructed the locking mechanism had built it so strongly even she couldn't tear it apart. The door also had a small barred window near the top, Faith looked down at the knob and saw two bronze dead bolts above it. "Geez, what's with all the security?"
Cian came out from behind her with a ring of keys, unlocking the door quickly and pushing the thick wooden door open, revealing a sheet of iron between the two planks of wood making up the exterior of the door. " You can stay here if you like Faith, I can sleep on the couch." The couch he was speaking of, which was sitting in front of an old, still running Television was over piled with magazines and books, a spring also came out from the side of the brown leather sofa.
"Sure, I'll crash here." Faith made her way into the house and looked down at one of the various magazines sitting under a dusty lamp. "Huh. You into old cars?" Cian shut the door and locked the three locks tightly and quickly. " No, not really, just brushing up on stuff I missed."
"Stuff you missed?"
Cian put the keys in his jacket pocket, then set the jacket over the pile of magazines on the couch. He fell back into a recliner and propped his feet up, sighing. " Yih, I was frozen for something hundred years."
"You're a demon? Could of fooled me."
"No, not a demon." Cian reached down to the ground, Faith searched the table behind her for something she could use as a weapon if this guy was looking for one too. "Demon hunter actually." Cian's hand came back with the TV remote, changing the channel over to a group of men practically beating each other while chasing after a white ball.
"Yeah, so, how'd it happen?"
"A Vampire, Angelus, I was going to get rid of him until he captured me and locked me up in some grotto on the Irish coast. He cursed me rightly good, I was there for more than three-hundred years, frozen in place, didn't age a bit though." Cian raised the TV remote up and moved it counter clockwise in the air. "But you know, the world changed without me, so that explains all the magazines."
"So what, the curse just broke off after a few hundred years?"
"No, a witch who never did give me her name, she freed me, told me that I had some greater purpose I had to pursue. A part of the curse still remained that she couldn't break though."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"I don't age, well, not until I kill another demon. Angelus still got what he wanted, I can't kill, he knows I wont."
"'bout Angelus.. He's a good guy now, he's got a soul."
"Yeah, the witch filled me in on that."
"So when did you come back to the "real world"?"
"Nixon was president, The Beetles were making a pretty penny, 1972." Cian laughed softly and set his feet back on the ground, sitting up with a smile. " You don't know how hard it was to order a cappuccino in Gaelic. "
"So you're from Scotland or something?"
"Ireland, didn't spend much time in one place though. I was born in Genorma Valley near Killaloe, left and spent much of my youth in Dublin. "
"Yeah, that's interesting. "
Spike brought the car to a stop in a gas station parker lot. The gas station was surrounded by a desert, a cactus growing directly by the large "7-11" sign. The blonde Vampire tossed a quarter up and down on his palm as he walked into the mini-mart, located under a large rusted roof. He stashed the spare change into his pocket and went to the magazine stands.
"Huh.. Haven't seen ones that big, 'cept for on that Succubus." Spike smiled faintly, looking over the magazines, which were mostly ones you had to be over 18 to buy. He sighed and moved away from the magazine rack, bumping shoulders with a group of black clad men. One of them took the time to look back at Spike, only to raise his middle finger to him.
Spike shook his head as he walked to the counter. "I'll take a pack of gum and whatever you call those blue sludge things." The Chinese man behind the counter put a pack of yellow gum on the counter, turning and putting a cup under the slushie machine. A light shone into the mini-mart through the front windows, Spike took a piece of the gum out of the packet as he looked to the source of the light.
"Oh shit, they found us."
"You said that we lost them."
"I didn't know, okay? They must of caught up with us in Death Valley.."
"I told you there was three trucks! What the fuck are we going to do?!"
Spike watched the group of men yell at each other, he placed a strip of the gum in his mouth and turned to look at the slushie machine. The cup had overflowed and the thick blue liquid was all over the floor. " Hey, think you might wanna turn that off. " Spike didn't see the cashier until he looked over the counter to see his body sprawled out on the floor. His flesh was pale, a round red hole in the center of his forehead. His blood slowly crept across the floor and mixed with the blue liquid from the machine. Oddly alluring to Spike.
He caught his senses once the lights from outside shown brighter, a barrage of arrows flying through the windows and striking one of the men down. He exploded into dust, the others scattered out around the mini-mart, hiding behind whatever they could find. Spike hopped behind the counter, leaning against it as he swallowed the gum. "Nothing ever goes my bloody way." Heavy foot steps could be heard rushing into the small market, Spike heard mechanical clicks, the light from outside faded away, and he decided he'd stand back up.
He placed his hands on the counter top, slowly bringing himself back onto his feet. He didn't see anyone else in the market, shards of broken glass were scattered everywhere, milk and soda spilling out onto the floor from where arrows had hit them. He heard another mechanical click and tried to yell as he felt a sharp pain go through his chest, then spread throughout his body. He felt as though his veins were on fire, was he going to die? His head was pressed against the counter top, cutting his cheek open on a shard of glass. He couldn't feel it, the pain pulsing in his chest was numbing his body.
Spike barely felt hands on his wrists, the numbness slowly causing him to loose feel of his entire body and everything he touched, someone placed iron clasps around his wrists and pushed him along outside and through the gas station. A cold wisp of wind hit him, he couldn't feel it as he was pressed against the side of a large paddy wagon.
"There was one more still in there."
"Just throw him in the back."
Spike couldn't see who was talking, he could tell that they were men from the deep sound of their voices. He was brought to two black doors, they opened to reveal most of the men he had seen inside the mini-mart, all cuffed to the side of the walls. Spike was taken and latched to the walls as well, his head fell forward and his lips parted as the numbness reached it's peak in his body. The doors slammed shut and the vehicle started up with a low hum.
Spike's eyes slowly eased open, the numb feeling in his body had passed, which he was grateful for. The Vampires around him were still asleep, or knocked out, one of the two. He tried standing but it was no use, the cuffs around his wrist kept him locked to the walls. After a few minutes the paddy wagon came to a stop, there wasn't any windows so it was impossible for Spike to have any idea where they were. He didn't even know how long he was out for. One thing he was certain of, his body was yearning blood.
The doors opened, revealing the star filled night sky. The man who had opened the door was layered down in armor, a thick sheet of metal around his neck to prevent Vampire bites. Tiny tubes ran up the man's armor, Spike had seen something like it before, the tubes were filled with holy water so if the man was bitten... Well, the unlucky Vampire wouldn't have much a tongue to talk with. The man placed a tiny device against Spike's cheek, cutting the scratch he had received from the glass before.
The man, which Spike figured to be some sort of soldier backed up, looking at the small device. His eyes, which were behind red goggles, looked over Spike. The cuffs on Spike's wrists unlocked quickly, he automatically went to rubbing his left wrist. " So much for manners. "
"You have a soul, correct ?"
Spike looked up at the soldier, rubbing his wrist still. " Yeah, what about it?"
"Leave."
"Don't have to ask me twice.. " Spike stood up, walking to the end of the paddy wagon and jumping onto the ground. The soldier had a patch on his shoulder reading, "Lament Corp.", most likely another form of the Initiative. The paddy wagon sped off quickly, even before Spike could look back at it.
Spike looked before him, seeing a large tunnel with golden letters spelling out "Charlotte" above it. He shrugged and pulled his duster closer around his neck, walking into the dark tunnel and towards the massive city.