CHAPTER2-TheStranger
One horrible day, everything got even worse than it already was.
Sara looked up as he walked into the bar. 'Huh, a new guy,' She thought, 'Hope he's interesting. It been pretty boring around here lately.'
He was tall, no dought about it. He must have stood at least 6'4". He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, nothing
out of the ordinary. He didn't look very dangerous... then agian, looks can be deceiving. Sara was used to his
kind. In fact, she rather liked his kind. Quiet, gentle, strong. They were never the ones who started fights, they
only finished them. She thought that this guy might just take a seat, order a drink, and keep to himself.
How wrong she was.
As the Stranger started toward the bar, Sara got some strange feeling deep inside her chest. Some strange
feeling... of deja vu. This had happened before. The Stranger sat down on the stool directly in front of her. He reminded her of...
"Don't see such beautiful women behind a bar everyday. How's about a wiskey sweet-cheeks?"
The Dragon. She had to ask. She didn't know why, but she just had to ask. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it
was...
"What's your name, stranger?"
"My name? It's Spike."
Ka like the wind.
One horrible day, everything got even worse than it already was.
Sara looked up as he walked into the bar. 'Huh, a new guy,' She thought, 'Hope he's interesting. It been pretty boring around here lately.'
He was tall, no dought about it. He must have stood at least 6'4". He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, nothing
out of the ordinary. He didn't look very dangerous... then agian, looks can be deceiving. Sara was used to his
kind. In fact, she rather liked his kind. Quiet, gentle, strong. They were never the ones who started fights, they
only finished them. She thought that this guy might just take a seat, order a drink, and keep to himself.
How wrong she was.
As the Stranger started toward the bar, Sara got some strange feeling deep inside her chest. Some strange
feeling... of deja vu. This had happened before. The Stranger sat down on the stool directly in front of her. He reminded her of...
"Don't see such beautiful women behind a bar everyday. How's about a wiskey sweet-cheeks?"
The Dragon. She had to ask. She didn't know why, but she just had to ask. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it
was...
"What's your name, stranger?"
"My name? It's Spike."
Ka like the wind.