Author: Richess a.k.a A. N. H. Richards
Email: richess78@hotmail.com
Summary: Set after Crush. Spike is thrown into a flux when a demon steal his body and he has no one to help him get it back or does he even want it back?
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I am tired of saying it you all know who owns the characters and rights of BTVS. Song: Uninvited by Alanis Morrisette
Distribution: If you like it just ask.
Author's Notes: This fic is dedicated to my hunnies, Miss Binks, Lisa and Suaine for her help. And special thanks to Wrydin for betaing this fic for me.
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PART 2
He woke up in a bed half dazed and felt like throwing up. He ran through a door way and into a bathroom and vomited in the toilet. His head was spinning and his body ached.
"Oh god," Spike gasped as he bent over the toilet again. He heard a door open.
"Oh man you got wasted at the Bronze last night. Man you look like shit."
"Shut up," Spike grumbled. Before he could finish another wave of nausea hit him.
"Oh shit!" another voice bellowed out behind Spike. "How's he gonna practice today? Coach is going to kill him and us for taking him out."
"Got get coffee for him and stop bitching," the first guy commanded.
When Spike felt that he had nothing else to throw up he sat by the side of the tub and breathed heavily. A young guy - about 6'1" with a slim build - stood in the doorway. He had curly blond hair and a taunting crooked smile. He almost seemed to revel in Spike's pain.
"Yo man, you gotta get up. Practice is in a couple of minutes," he told Spike. He held out his hand and Spike took it, a confused look spread across his face.
Spike got up and rushed past the mirror and a blurry figure caught the corner of his eye. He stopped. And stepped back in front of the mirror and looked at what was a reflection. But he looked nothing like he remembered. He looked around the bathroom and then at the guy standing beside him. He looked back at the mirror. His hair was black and sticking out all over the place. His eyes were brown and he had a series of small freckles scattered across his nose.
"Yeah! Yeah! We know you're a supermodel. Could you be any more vain? You get all the girls," the guy told him sarcastically.
"Who am I?" Spike asked the mirror.
"Yeah right. I got . . ." The guy looked at Spike and then looked at the small lines of dried blood that ran down his neck from his head. "You're bleeding man."
Spike put his hand to the back of his head. He watched in the mirror as the man matched his action.
"I'm taking you to a hospital." The guy grabbed his arm.
"No, it's . . ." Spike's knee gave out from underneath him and that was the last thing he remembered.
"Did you hear?" Willow asked Buffy after they came out from student center. "Josh Elemert was taken to the hospital today. So he might not play in big game this weekend."
"Really? That cute soccer player?" Buffy asked.
"Hey guys," called Teresa. Her bimbo appearance certainly belied her straight A average. She and Buffy were working together on a project on terrorism for their Political Science class.
"Hi Teresa," Buffy and Willow chimed together.
"Are you guys coming to the party at the Warehouse tomorrow? It's not a Bronzie kind of thing. But it is soooo much fun." She handed each of the girls a flyer. "So, can you guys come?"
"Sure." Willow smiled.
"I'll try and make it," Buffy said unconvincingly.
"Okay guys, but the whole soccer team will be there. Well except for Josh. What a pity," Teresa stated.
"What exactly happened?" Buffy asked as the girls continued walking.
"Well, from my source - which is Francesca, girlfriend of Dillon who is Josh's best friend - said that Josh was like bashed in the head with a bat or something and he had like memory loss or something. It's like someone tried to kill him or something. It's totally weird. Thinking that there can be a murderer on campus or something. Anyways, I gotta go. Oh wait. Aurora stop. I gotta ask you something..." Teresa flagged down another girl at the other end of the hall way.
"Could be something demony. . . or something?" Buffy said to Willow who chuckled, nodding her head in agreement as she watched Teresa's retreating figure.
TBC