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~*Chapter 2- A New Man~*
As I opened my eyes, a white light shone into them. I blinked a few times and squeezed my eyes shut. I squinted and tried to focus my view. The moon.
Wha- the moon? Wasn't I in heaven just a while ago? Figuring it was just some crazy dream I cracked my knuckles and got up off the hard rock ground.
Uh.why was I on the ground?
I searched the place and found myself to be in something that looked like a huge crater. All that was there was a bunch of dust and rocks.
I-is this Sunnydale?
The realization that came afterwards hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't dreaming.
I died. I really died. And Buffy.Oh, God Buffy.
She would've probably left hours ago. Supposing this is the day I died. And the day Sunnydale bit the dust. The whole town, completely ruined. It was haunting really. All that time trying to protect this town and it's people, all those years of history and apocalypses, all to be washed away. This is what became of it. Sunnydale would be forever forgotten. And everything I've done in it will be forgotten, too. I stood there, contemplating it all. No, not contemplating. Remembering. At least I'd still have the memories. And so will everyone who's been part of Sunnydale. And all the graves of loved ones are gone, but they won't be forgotten either. Because all that a grave is is a marking that you existed. It doesn't show who'll grieve or who'll ignore it or who'll honor your death and go on. And it's amazing how these people were even able to ignore it all. How people kept dying or disappearing and they'd pretend it never happened. It didn't make them any safer but they didn't care. They just wanted to think that they're town was just like any other. That their life wasn't completely ruined by it. And all those people who died may have seemed to be forgotten because of this. But they weren't, they were honored by the people who tried to live on there. The people who instead of running away, stayed and refused to have their life changed or altered by force. But the people weren't dumb. They knew when to give up. And they did. They left town and this time, it did them right. Just when they needed to, they left. It's actually very ironic. I decided I'd have time to think about this later on. Now it was time to leave this pathetic excuse for a town and get my head straight.
But where can I possibly go?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I realized I probably lost every ounce of my sanity by doing this, but there I was, sitting in a car that was abandoned right outside of Sunnydale, driving to Los Angeles. The only place I actually knew anybody. Alright, so this somebody probably hates me just as much as he did years back, but maybe he'd help me if he knew what'd I'd done. And if not, I'd just have to find where in LA Clem was living and crash there. It was gonna be hard getting back into the mainstream. I couldn't go to the Scoobies. I mean sure, I didn't really know where they were, but even if I did it would all confuse them too much. And I had to get out of *my* confusion first. And for that, it actually seemed like a pretty good idea to go see Angel.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I stepped out of the car, onto the pavement.
It's been a while.
I saw a building that looked about right. Wasn't the one I remembered, but I had overheard Buffy talking about Angel's new place some time before. It seemed like she had described it. It didn't really help that every building in LA was alike but this seemed like somewhere Angel might reside in. I rang the bell at the front door and a few seconds later, a jittery man with glasses opened the door. "Um, yes. Do you need-"
"I have to talk to Angel."
The man nodded. "Angel is at Wolfram and Hart right now. If you want to speak with him, I'm afraid you'll have to go there."
I raised my eyebrow in curiousity. "Wolfram and Hart?"
"Eh, yes. Come in, if you will."
I walked into the lobby of the place. There were boxes stacked everywhere, most of them marked 'fragile'. The man pointed at the boxes.
"As you can see, Wolfram and Hart is where Angel and the rest of us will be working as of now. If you need anything, you'll have to go there."
I crossed my arms. "Yeah, well, I don't happen to know where this Wolfram and Hart is, mate."
"Oh, well, in that case, umm, here's the address." The man fumbled on the desk where even more boxes were and grabbed a notepad and a pen. After writing down the address, he gave it to me. I glanced at it and put it in my pocket. "You can call me Wesley, by the way."
"Right then, Wesley. Guess I'll be heading off."
"Wait, I-if you want I can call Angel, tell him you're going to meet him."
Well, what harm would it do? It'll give him less of a shock I guess. Might prevent him from killing me. "Alright" I told him.
Wesley picked up a box labeled 'plates' and began carrying them to the other side of the room. "If I could get your name, sir-"
"It's Spike" I said bluntly.
Wesley instantly froze and dropped the box of plates, it's containments shattering on the floor. After a few seconds he broke the silence.
"My Lord."
Wesley walked up to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me out the door.
"Hey! What the bloody hell are you doing?"
"You're coming with me." And with that, Wesley pushed me into the passenger's seat of his car and drove off.
~*Chapter 2- A New Man~*
As I opened my eyes, a white light shone into them. I blinked a few times and squeezed my eyes shut. I squinted and tried to focus my view. The moon.
Wha- the moon? Wasn't I in heaven just a while ago? Figuring it was just some crazy dream I cracked my knuckles and got up off the hard rock ground.
Uh.why was I on the ground?
I searched the place and found myself to be in something that looked like a huge crater. All that was there was a bunch of dust and rocks.
I-is this Sunnydale?
The realization that came afterwards hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't dreaming.
I died. I really died. And Buffy.Oh, God Buffy.
She would've probably left hours ago. Supposing this is the day I died. And the day Sunnydale bit the dust. The whole town, completely ruined. It was haunting really. All that time trying to protect this town and it's people, all those years of history and apocalypses, all to be washed away. This is what became of it. Sunnydale would be forever forgotten. And everything I've done in it will be forgotten, too. I stood there, contemplating it all. No, not contemplating. Remembering. At least I'd still have the memories. And so will everyone who's been part of Sunnydale. And all the graves of loved ones are gone, but they won't be forgotten either. Because all that a grave is is a marking that you existed. It doesn't show who'll grieve or who'll ignore it or who'll honor your death and go on. And it's amazing how these people were even able to ignore it all. How people kept dying or disappearing and they'd pretend it never happened. It didn't make them any safer but they didn't care. They just wanted to think that they're town was just like any other. That their life wasn't completely ruined by it. And all those people who died may have seemed to be forgotten because of this. But they weren't, they were honored by the people who tried to live on there. The people who instead of running away, stayed and refused to have their life changed or altered by force. But the people weren't dumb. They knew when to give up. And they did. They left town and this time, it did them right. Just when they needed to, they left. It's actually very ironic. I decided I'd have time to think about this later on. Now it was time to leave this pathetic excuse for a town and get my head straight.
But where can I possibly go?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I realized I probably lost every ounce of my sanity by doing this, but there I was, sitting in a car that was abandoned right outside of Sunnydale, driving to Los Angeles. The only place I actually knew anybody. Alright, so this somebody probably hates me just as much as he did years back, but maybe he'd help me if he knew what'd I'd done. And if not, I'd just have to find where in LA Clem was living and crash there. It was gonna be hard getting back into the mainstream. I couldn't go to the Scoobies. I mean sure, I didn't really know where they were, but even if I did it would all confuse them too much. And I had to get out of *my* confusion first. And for that, it actually seemed like a pretty good idea to go see Angel.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I stepped out of the car, onto the pavement.
It's been a while.
I saw a building that looked about right. Wasn't the one I remembered, but I had overheard Buffy talking about Angel's new place some time before. It seemed like she had described it. It didn't really help that every building in LA was alike but this seemed like somewhere Angel might reside in. I rang the bell at the front door and a few seconds later, a jittery man with glasses opened the door. "Um, yes. Do you need-"
"I have to talk to Angel."
The man nodded. "Angel is at Wolfram and Hart right now. If you want to speak with him, I'm afraid you'll have to go there."
I raised my eyebrow in curiousity. "Wolfram and Hart?"
"Eh, yes. Come in, if you will."
I walked into the lobby of the place. There were boxes stacked everywhere, most of them marked 'fragile'. The man pointed at the boxes.
"As you can see, Wolfram and Hart is where Angel and the rest of us will be working as of now. If you need anything, you'll have to go there."
I crossed my arms. "Yeah, well, I don't happen to know where this Wolfram and Hart is, mate."
"Oh, well, in that case, umm, here's the address." The man fumbled on the desk where even more boxes were and grabbed a notepad and a pen. After writing down the address, he gave it to me. I glanced at it and put it in my pocket. "You can call me Wesley, by the way."
"Right then, Wesley. Guess I'll be heading off."
"Wait, I-if you want I can call Angel, tell him you're going to meet him."
Well, what harm would it do? It'll give him less of a shock I guess. Might prevent him from killing me. "Alright" I told him.
Wesley picked up a box labeled 'plates' and began carrying them to the other side of the room. "If I could get your name, sir-"
"It's Spike" I said bluntly.
Wesley instantly froze and dropped the box of plates, it's containments shattering on the floor. After a few seconds he broke the silence.
"My Lord."
Wesley walked up to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me out the door.
"Hey! What the bloody hell are you doing?"
"You're coming with me." And with that, Wesley pushed me into the passenger's seat of his car and drove off.