The pile of rubble that was once known of Sunnydale was the only evidence
that there was evil lurking around that could prove fatal at anytime.
Within this pile is ashes of a champion... a champion of good... a champion
whose name was William 'the Bloody' that also went by the name Spike. He
was born in the late 1800s and was turned into a vampire, a creature of the
undead, by an insane vampiress whose name was Drusilla. Once being sired,
he turned to the darkness, and was consumed by it. Throughout his life he
killed two slayers. It was foretold... Into each generation a Slayer is
born. One girl in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength
and skill to fight the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil and the
swell of their numbers. And Spike killed two of these. Unfortunately his
ways were changed by the coming of a new slayer, one by the name of Buffy
Anne Summers. At first they were bitter rivals, but you know what they say
love borders the line of hate, and a while after running into the slayer he
fell head over heels in love with her. She was the reason he turned his
powers over to the side of good. His ashes were in this pile, until today.
It was high noon, when the ashes were turned into bones... and the bones turned into flesh, and the image of Spike reappeared. The first thought that popped into Spike's head was /What the bloody hell is going on/ You see Spike was in heaven. Heaven of all places, that was the farthest place he ever expected to be. But for some unknown reason he was pulled from the only place he has ever felt peaceful.
Spike looked up and upon realizing the sun was out, his first reaction was to cover his face with his coat, like he did so many other times before. But he realized something; the sun was not burning his skin for some bloody reason. Then the memories of the last century went flowing through his head, and he remembered everything. The fatal night when he was turned to ashes. He thought to himself... /Perhaps this bloody amulet gave him the power he always searched for... The power to walk in the daylight. Almost like the Ring of Amara./ He quickly pulled the coat off himself and took a long gaze up at the sun. This was the first time he got to look at the sun, in over a century. Then looking down at the amulet that was now part of his skin.
How long has he been dead for, he wondered. Looking around at the pile once known as Sunnydale... knowing full well that Buffy and the scoobies weren't around any longer where could they have gone he thought. One person would know for sure... Angel. And for as much as he hated the black haired vampire, he knew he was going to travel to L.A. to get the answers he needed to know. He took a step forward, and immediately fell to the ground. His body not used to moving yet. He immediately stood back up and cracked every bone in his body... Then he made his climb out of the rubble, lighting up a cigarette from the crushed pack in his coat, when he was out of it. Taking his first step on his long trip to the City of Angels.
Meanwhile at the law firm of Wolfram and Hart, a lonely vampire stood glancing out of the sun proof window, lost in his own thoughts. It has been two months since he last saw Buffy, and Angel was starting to get worried. He had the feeling that she was still alive somewhere but where was the question. Then over the intercom came a female voice stating... "Mr. Angel the information that you have asked for arrived."
"Bring it to me, Harmony." Angel stated as he continued to stare at the window. In walked a blonde female vampire, that used to go to school with the scoobies. And was very good friends with Cordelia. Every time Angel saw her the memory of Cordelia haunted him, for she was still in a coma, and the possibility for her to ever come out of it was slime to none. He sighed and turned around and faced the blonde female. She placed the pile of folders in her hand on top of his desk, which got her a smile from her boss. "You need anything else Mr. Angel?" She asked.
"No that is ok, Harmony. I should be good." Angel replied. And with that she walked out of the room, leaving Angel there just staring at the files. He glanced up to see a picture of Connor, his son, although only he knew of Connor, since the Powers that be took everyone else's memory, leaving Angel with this one piece of evidence that in such a cruel world, he could make someone so spectular. Trying to shake those thoughts out of his head, Angel started to flip through the files.
So this is what Buffy is doing now a days, Angel thought while skimming the pages. A Slayer Academy based in Cleveland, where they train all the new slayers, quite interesting. Not as interesting as the idea of a Slayer Hunter. Angel thought there would be trouble after hearing what Willow did, making all these slayers pop up around the world. Wolfram and Hart in probably already investigating how they can get a few of these rogue slayers.
In the mean time, down in the lobby of the firm, a few guards were trying to pin down a man with bleach blonde hair. One guard goes flying into another, while another one gets punched in the face and also goes flying. The fourth was lucky he actually got a punch in on the stranger before he went sailing across the room. "That is enough," came a male voice behind them. The guards immediately froze, at the sound of one of their bosses yelling. The brown haired male walked toward the group and the blonde male. "I heard you died up in Sunnydale," the man remarked when getting close enough.
"Well you know me, can't get enough of this bloody world." Spike stated. "I heard you almost died by a goddess, who fooled all of you into thinking she was bloody perfect. That doesn't sound like the four eyed geek watcher that I'd known." Spike continued.
"Things have changed since you last saw me," Wesley replied. The memories of his past life coming into his head. He was a young fool back then, thinking he knew everything, trying to teach two young girls how to stay alive. But since that time he became a rogue demon hunter, and then lending his help to Angel. "So what brings you to L.A.?" Wes asked.
"To get me some bloody answers," Spike stated, knowing full well this was definitely the place to do it. "Where is the tall, brood vampire that you call Angel?"
Wesley started to laugh, knowing this visit would become hostile once the two vampires saw each other. It was only a few years ago, since Spike tried to get the ring of Amara, and was stopped dead in his tracks by Angel. "He is in his office, follow me I will take you to him." he stated.
"Mr. Angel... Mr. Pryce is here to see you; he has with him some low life dirty blonde with him." Harmony said over the intercom.
"Send him in." Angel replied, wondering what got into her. His answers were quickly answered when he saw Spike enter behind Wesley. He stood up and said, "Now this is an unexpected surprise... to find you alive." Angel smirked.
Spike rushed past Wesley and punched Angel right in the face. "That was for kissing my girl."
Angel took a step back after getting hit, he wasn't expecting that. But immediately swung back hitting Spike in the face as well sending him a few steps back, "That was for stealing her away from me."
Wesley immediately stepped in the middle of the two enemies so that no more fists could be thrown. "He has probably got a story for us to hear Angel."
"I am not here to tell bloody stories; I came here to find where Buffy is." Spike stated viciously.
"And I am not here to listen to some scum's stories, I have business I need to take care of." Angel stated in the same tone that Spike had just used.
It was high noon, when the ashes were turned into bones... and the bones turned into flesh, and the image of Spike reappeared. The first thought that popped into Spike's head was /What the bloody hell is going on/ You see Spike was in heaven. Heaven of all places, that was the farthest place he ever expected to be. But for some unknown reason he was pulled from the only place he has ever felt peaceful.
Spike looked up and upon realizing the sun was out, his first reaction was to cover his face with his coat, like he did so many other times before. But he realized something; the sun was not burning his skin for some bloody reason. Then the memories of the last century went flowing through his head, and he remembered everything. The fatal night when he was turned to ashes. He thought to himself... /Perhaps this bloody amulet gave him the power he always searched for... The power to walk in the daylight. Almost like the Ring of Amara./ He quickly pulled the coat off himself and took a long gaze up at the sun. This was the first time he got to look at the sun, in over a century. Then looking down at the amulet that was now part of his skin.
How long has he been dead for, he wondered. Looking around at the pile once known as Sunnydale... knowing full well that Buffy and the scoobies weren't around any longer where could they have gone he thought. One person would know for sure... Angel. And for as much as he hated the black haired vampire, he knew he was going to travel to L.A. to get the answers he needed to know. He took a step forward, and immediately fell to the ground. His body not used to moving yet. He immediately stood back up and cracked every bone in his body... Then he made his climb out of the rubble, lighting up a cigarette from the crushed pack in his coat, when he was out of it. Taking his first step on his long trip to the City of Angels.
Meanwhile at the law firm of Wolfram and Hart, a lonely vampire stood glancing out of the sun proof window, lost in his own thoughts. It has been two months since he last saw Buffy, and Angel was starting to get worried. He had the feeling that she was still alive somewhere but where was the question. Then over the intercom came a female voice stating... "Mr. Angel the information that you have asked for arrived."
"Bring it to me, Harmony." Angel stated as he continued to stare at the window. In walked a blonde female vampire, that used to go to school with the scoobies. And was very good friends with Cordelia. Every time Angel saw her the memory of Cordelia haunted him, for she was still in a coma, and the possibility for her to ever come out of it was slime to none. He sighed and turned around and faced the blonde female. She placed the pile of folders in her hand on top of his desk, which got her a smile from her boss. "You need anything else Mr. Angel?" She asked.
"No that is ok, Harmony. I should be good." Angel replied. And with that she walked out of the room, leaving Angel there just staring at the files. He glanced up to see a picture of Connor, his son, although only he knew of Connor, since the Powers that be took everyone else's memory, leaving Angel with this one piece of evidence that in such a cruel world, he could make someone so spectular. Trying to shake those thoughts out of his head, Angel started to flip through the files.
So this is what Buffy is doing now a days, Angel thought while skimming the pages. A Slayer Academy based in Cleveland, where they train all the new slayers, quite interesting. Not as interesting as the idea of a Slayer Hunter. Angel thought there would be trouble after hearing what Willow did, making all these slayers pop up around the world. Wolfram and Hart in probably already investigating how they can get a few of these rogue slayers.
In the mean time, down in the lobby of the firm, a few guards were trying to pin down a man with bleach blonde hair. One guard goes flying into another, while another one gets punched in the face and also goes flying. The fourth was lucky he actually got a punch in on the stranger before he went sailing across the room. "That is enough," came a male voice behind them. The guards immediately froze, at the sound of one of their bosses yelling. The brown haired male walked toward the group and the blonde male. "I heard you died up in Sunnydale," the man remarked when getting close enough.
"Well you know me, can't get enough of this bloody world." Spike stated. "I heard you almost died by a goddess, who fooled all of you into thinking she was bloody perfect. That doesn't sound like the four eyed geek watcher that I'd known." Spike continued.
"Things have changed since you last saw me," Wesley replied. The memories of his past life coming into his head. He was a young fool back then, thinking he knew everything, trying to teach two young girls how to stay alive. But since that time he became a rogue demon hunter, and then lending his help to Angel. "So what brings you to L.A.?" Wes asked.
"To get me some bloody answers," Spike stated, knowing full well this was definitely the place to do it. "Where is the tall, brood vampire that you call Angel?"
Wesley started to laugh, knowing this visit would become hostile once the two vampires saw each other. It was only a few years ago, since Spike tried to get the ring of Amara, and was stopped dead in his tracks by Angel. "He is in his office, follow me I will take you to him." he stated.
"Mr. Angel... Mr. Pryce is here to see you; he has with him some low life dirty blonde with him." Harmony said over the intercom.
"Send him in." Angel replied, wondering what got into her. His answers were quickly answered when he saw Spike enter behind Wesley. He stood up and said, "Now this is an unexpected surprise... to find you alive." Angel smirked.
Spike rushed past Wesley and punched Angel right in the face. "That was for kissing my girl."
Angel took a step back after getting hit, he wasn't expecting that. But immediately swung back hitting Spike in the face as well sending him a few steps back, "That was for stealing her away from me."
Wesley immediately stepped in the middle of the two enemies so that no more fists could be thrown. "He has probably got a story for us to hear Angel."
"I am not here to tell bloody stories; I came here to find where Buffy is." Spike stated viciously.
"And I am not here to listen to some scum's stories, I have business I need to take care of." Angel stated in the same tone that Spike had just used.