Author: Richess a.k.a A. N. H. Richards
Email: richess78@hotmail.com
Summary: Set after Crush. Spike is thrown into a flux and he has no one to help him get out of it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I am tired of saying it you all know who owns the characters and rights of BTVS..
Distribution: If you like it just ask..
Author's Notes: This fic is dedicated to my hunnies, and Suaine. Special thanks to Wyrdin for betaing this fic.
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PART 3
"I want to leave now." Spike grumbled at Ben.
"Mr. Elmert. It is not a good idea that you leave now. You have had a trauma to your head..." Ben started to say but sputtered into silence as Spike pulled the IV from his hand.
"I'm not staying." Spike grumbled as he remembered the words, I will send you back, vampire. But you must regain your own body, I will not do that. I think you will succeed should you want your body back. Or I will have to kill him and your body will die. You have a hebdomas to retrieve it.
Spike got up slowly so not to aggravate his injury ad slowly got dressed. Ben sighed heavily and left the room.
This body was turning out to be great. He was strong and confident. Sure the sun thing was a bit of a limitation but he could survive. A quick search of the crypt had revealed a large wad of crumpled bills. Flush with cash, he went out into the night, shopping in and out of stores.
"Excuse me?" said a bubbly blond tapping his shoulder. He spun around and smiled at the pretty young woman standing before him.
"Uhh . . . My name is Teresa. I was just wondering if I could give you one of these." She handed him a flyer, never breaking eye contact. I love this body. Women think he is - I mean I am - irresistible.
"Sure," he replied nonchalantly. "Will you be there?"
"Huh . . . Uh yeah."
"Then I'll definitely come."
"Hey, aren't you Buffy's friend?" Another girl came up from behind the blond with her full cheeks raised in a smile.
"Uhh. Yeah, Buffy," he said trying to sound confident.
"Yeah, Spike right?" The other girl said as her friend continued staring at him
"Right. Uh, I'll be there tomorrow. Good bye ladies." He grinned as they gushed.
"Josh man, are you crazy? Where are you going?" Dillon asked his best friend.
To find the thing that stole my body, you pillock, Spike wanted to snap but decided against it. "I'm going . . ."
"I know aren't going to the Warehouse." Dillon shook his head. "You shouldn't be going out."
"Give him a break, Dill. Josh just wants to go to the party where he can see his mystery girl. That blond chick with the name . . . . You know, Teresa's policy-sci partner." Michael suggested.
"Who?"
"Yeah, I want to go see her. Would you take me?"
"Whatever. Josh, you know that we are the three amigo's around here. Plus, all the guys are going to be there in full force."
"Without the star goalie," Dillon interjected forcefully. "And if Coach finds out?"
"I'll deal with Coach," Spike replied, grabbing his coat as the other two followed him out.
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TBC...