Part 2-
It was about 2am on a Sunday morning, when Angel pulled his Metallic Blue Vantage 1965 Ford Mustang up in front of the St. Paul's Catholic Cathedral; they both got of the car and looked at the enormous church.
"Wow! Big, old, and creepy! The perfect place, mate!" Spike said marching up to the doors of the church and right through it.
Opening the door for himself, "Glad you approve, Spike. But, it's the closest church that was near the law firm. I told you I wanted you outta' my hair, as soon as possible. Preferably for good, too." Angel stated honestly.
"Whatever, Angel. Let's get this show on the road, shall we!" Spike quipped mysteriously, yet anxious.
Stopping in front of the alter, Angel placed the amulet down facing up, and took a dagger and with a greeted face/muted cry of pain. Angel slit his wrist (it's the most free flowing spot on a vampire), spilled his blood directly onto the amulet, picked it up, prepared to shatter it, and turned to look at Spike.
"Tara Maclay" Spike spoke loud, clear, and confident. Then, Angel smashed the amulet against the crucifix.
Spike was surrounded my a bright light subliming his entire being, radiating over him, from inside out-of him, and swallowed itself leaving Spike standing there. Then another bright light shone in between him and Angel. With a hazy fog with swirling orbs of light, this brighter light shone out from the core of this phenomena, engulfing the orbs, fog, radiating outwards, and blinding both vampires it snapped out of existence. After regaining their vision, both vampires blinked their eyes to see the apparition of the deceased sorceress that died in Willow's arms-become corporal right before their eyes.
Looking around befuddled, Tara's eyes landed on the platinum vampire first and "Spike?" looking for answers from him.
TBC:
It was about 2am on a Sunday morning, when Angel pulled his Metallic Blue Vantage 1965 Ford Mustang up in front of the St. Paul's Catholic Cathedral; they both got of the car and looked at the enormous church.
"Wow! Big, old, and creepy! The perfect place, mate!" Spike said marching up to the doors of the church and right through it.
Opening the door for himself, "Glad you approve, Spike. But, it's the closest church that was near the law firm. I told you I wanted you outta' my hair, as soon as possible. Preferably for good, too." Angel stated honestly.
"Whatever, Angel. Let's get this show on the road, shall we!" Spike quipped mysteriously, yet anxious.
Stopping in front of the alter, Angel placed the amulet down facing up, and took a dagger and with a greeted face/muted cry of pain. Angel slit his wrist (it's the most free flowing spot on a vampire), spilled his blood directly onto the amulet, picked it up, prepared to shatter it, and turned to look at Spike.
"Tara Maclay" Spike spoke loud, clear, and confident. Then, Angel smashed the amulet against the crucifix.
Spike was surrounded my a bright light subliming his entire being, radiating over him, from inside out-of him, and swallowed itself leaving Spike standing there. Then another bright light shone in between him and Angel. With a hazy fog with swirling orbs of light, this brighter light shone out from the core of this phenomena, engulfing the orbs, fog, radiating outwards, and blinding both vampires it snapped out of existence. After regaining their vision, both vampires blinked their eyes to see the apparition of the deceased sorceress that died in Willow's arms-become corporal right before their eyes.
Looking around befuddled, Tara's eyes landed on the platinum vampire first and "Spike?" looking for answers from him.
TBC: