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"Hello, Miss Valentine," said a cold, harsh voice that chilled Spike to the bone. A wisp of red smoke sneaked out from behind the shadow as Faye's eyes widened.

"Vicious" she whispered, horrified. "You"

He chuckled evilly. "In amanner of speaking" As he stepped out of the shadows, Spike noticed a reddish tint to his skin pigment, which was usually pale white. Walking up to Faye, he extended his arms in a gesture of mock-welcome. "So glad you could finally make it."

She backed away, looking around her cautiously. "Wheream I?" she asked him.

He spread his arms wider and indicated the surroundings. "This is the place where you go after you die! Welcome to my home, sweetheart."

That is NOT Vicious, thought Spike. Vicious wouldn't talk like that So who IS that?

Apparently, Faye was thinking the exact same thing, because she asked him, "Okay, just who the hell are you? I know you're not the real Vicious."

"What makes you think that?" he asked her, crossing his arms.

She backed away slowly. "For one thing, Vicious would probably be all over me by nowand you're keeping your distance."

He thought about this for a moment. "I could be all over you in the blink of an eye if you wanted me to."

"N-no," she replied hastily. "That's quite all right. For another thing, you sound likeI dunnoyou just don't sound like Vicious. You don't talk at ALL like he does."

"Well, I tried!" Obviously giving up, he summoned crimson-colored smoke that rose up from the ground and enveloped him. When it evaporated, Vicious was no longer standing there. In his place was

"Oh, my God" Spike whispered. "That can't becan it?"

Pale white skin, flaming red hair, pointed teeth, evil red eyesthere was no mistaking him. This was the devil. However, that didn't register to either of them; they were too busy being afraid of the fact that he WAS the devil to even realize what was going on at that moment. "Nice to meet you, Faye Valentine."

Faye's eyes widened and she turned to run away.

"There's nowhere you can goI'm afraid you're stuck herewith me."

It was then that both Spike and Faye finally realizedshe was in Hell. Faye stopped abruptly.

Spike nearly dropped the mirror. "Oh my God, Faye" he whispered, shocked yet not at the same time. He sighed. "Always knew you'd come to a bad end."

This canNOT be happening to me Faye thought disbelievingly. I mean, sure I was bad, but I wasn't bad enough to earn myself an eternity in Hell! Vicious is probably down here, and I was NOTHING like him!

"Oh, you were a lot like him," the devil said to her, raising an eyebrow. "You both killed many innocent people, you were both sinnersboth sluts."

Spike punched the floor angrily. "How DARE you compare her to someone like Vicious?" he snarled at the piece of glass he was holding.

"How DARE you compare me to Vicious?!" Faye hissed.

Spike smiled a bit. She was thinking the exact same way he was, and even though that scared him a bit, it amused him as well.

"I'm the devil," the incarnation of evil said to Faye. "I can do whatever the hell I please, whenever the hell I please. And I'm going to have fun doing whatever the hell I please with you, Miss Valentine. It's not every day a looker like you enters my place."

Faye's face contorted into a look that was a mix between horror, terror, and defiance.

He advanced on her, causing Spike's whole body to tense in anticipation. "Don't touch her, you bastard" he growled under his breath, teeth clenched tightly.

To his complete surprise, the devil cocked his head. "Do I hear threats from Heaven?" he asked the air, looking straight at Spike through the mirror. "Don't try to interfere with me, Spike Spiegel. I know you're out there."

Faye gasped. "Spike!" she called desperately. "Spike, help me!"

Spike was too busy staring at the mirror as if it had suddenly grown arms to hear her. "You can see me?" he asked, suddenly terrified.

"Of course I can see you. You don't think you'd be given a one-sided looking glass, do you? This is the afterlife! Nothing's exactly the way you think it is!" the devil replied, laughing evilly. "I can do more than see you, though" He made a motion with his hand, and Spike suddenly found himself without breath. Dropping the mirror and lying down flat, he pounded the ground, needing air badly.

The devil made another gesture, and Spike gasped, taking in oxygen rapidly. "What the hell?"

"Like I said, don't interfere."

Faye was frightened beyond belief, because she couldn't see anything that was going onshe could only guess. "Spike! Are you all right? SPIKE!!!"

"Oh, he's fine," the devil said flippantly. "By the way, since you're going to be staying with me for a while, you can call me Gothring. That's the name my girlfriends all call me by."

Faye spat on the ground. "How about I call you Asshole? That suits you much better."

He frowned, then disappeared and materialized inches from her face. He kissed her deeply, and she responded by slapping him across the face. He returned the slap, and she was thrown three feet back.

She lay there on the ground, nearly unconscious from the impact. "You had better get used to doing what I tell you, Faye Valentine. Otherwise, I might get angry with you, and you don't want that."

She said nothing, only lay there.

Spike, who had been watching all this, got up resolutely and grabbed a coat that was hanging near the doorway. "I'm leaving, Julia," he called. "I'll be back."

"Where are you going?" she asked, coming to the doorway between the storage room and the room Spike was in.

"To save a friend," he replied, walking out the door.

"You'd better come back" she said. "If you end up spending eternity in Hell because you were trying to save Faye I'll kill youagain."

He smirked. "Don't worry. I'll come back." He strolled over to her and planted an affectionate kiss on her lips, then walked out.

"He'll never come back" Julia whispered to herself. "I'll never see him again"

Spike walked two miles to the large, elegant-looking cathedral where St. Peter took his breaks. Shoving the guards out of the way, he walked in and found Peter sipping tea in an elaborately-furnished room on the second floor.

"What are you doing here?" Peter asked, a little startled.

"I'm here for directions," Spike replied simply.

"Really?" He sat back. "To where?"

"Hell."

A/N: Do you want a third chapter or should I leave it here? =P Oh, and I mean no religious offense by my portrayals of Heaven and Hell. I myself am a Christian, but I wanted to make them very abstract in this story. (Basically because I wanted the protagonists to go to Heaven and the antagonists to go to Hell, and Spike wasn't exactly a perfect guy, if you know what I mean.)