Title: Pact
Author: miz
E-mail: animeskuldyahoo.com
Category: Drama.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Mr. Whedon and Marvel own the characters, not I.
Archive: DDFH and anywhere else who I have to know about.
Author's notes: Sequel to Prices. Second story in The "P" Series. Feedback is very, very much appreciated. Greatest thanks to LucyJekyll for being such a great beta and friend! Thanks.
The city below the female vampire was teeming with murmured activity, despite the falling snow.
Rogue had scaled onto one of the numerous buildings in Gotham after she ran away from Westchester earlier that evening.
Now she stood, not feeling the frigid weather around her while she stared numbly up at the moon. This was what she was doing when he found her.
"Love…you okay?"
She slowly looked away from the moon, before turning toward the voice of the wiry figure.
Inwardly, she still felt a tinge of unhappiness, but outwardly, she smiled a shaky smile for her sire.
Her sire gave her a knowing look, as he stepped closer to his childe.
Spike, a.k.a. William the Bloody or the Slayer of Slayers, a master vampire, said chidingly, "You should stop visiting the bloke, you know. This isn't healthy, pet—weeping your undead life over someone who will die sooner or later."
"I'm fine, Spike. It's just for old time's sake. Why do you think that I'm crying over him? He's just part of the past that I left behind me the day that I died," was the reply that his childe shot out.
He gave a sigh, breathing in unnecessary air. "Understandable. Remember that it was you begging to be turned into a vampire. I warned you that being a vampire wasn't easy. The world's a big journey, and you want to go hurl yourself off a building. I'm over two hundred bloody years old, and I don't think that life is that boring.
"You're lucky that when I turned you, I still had that witch's spell and some sense of sanity. Will's spell retained and preserved most of your original soul. Otherwise, you would've eventually turned into any old bloodsucking fiend—corrupt from drinking blood.
"Now, that's considering the fact that some humans are just happy meals on legs. But sometimes you're as big a poof as Peaches. Why can't you be evil like me?"
Rogue retorted, "You were the one who bite me."
"All right, this might make me even more of a poof than Peaches. Doll, want to accept my offer to help you out a bit after we're done our mission in the city? Then we could go back to Sunnyhell."
"Help, as in how? I can't tell them that I've turned into the undead. They would pity me because of the extremes I've committed. Like you said before, I can't ever regret the fact that you've turned me into the undead. It's been about fifteen years now. I'm content with not letting the X-Men know. It's only Logan who I'm worried about."
"Well, tell them to sod off. You're only revealing your existence to that Wolverine of yours."
"Maybe…I'll consider it. But you know that I won't allow you to help me. We always have this conversation, every year since you turned me. I'm content to watch from afar."
"Okay, have it your way, then. Have you fed yet? There are some fresh bags," offered Spike, pulling out a blood bag from his duster.
Rogue nodded and then asked, "Is it pig's blood?"
"No…it's fresh type AB-negative blood."
"That's expensive…. Since when did you decide to splurge money on fresh AB-negative packaged blood?"
"Since I realized that Peaches is paying, so I'm spending as much money as I can. Besides, in a city like this, nobody gives a rat's ass what you're purchasing as long as you have the cash," said the vampire cheekily.
"Forget I even asked, then. Anyhow, what assignment has Angel commissioned us for, and how much money are we going to receive?"
"Peaches told us to contact this man and then go from there until the completion of this job. We're going to be getting about fifty million," said Spike, holding up the man's picture.
When she saw the picture, Rogue's eyes widened. She was looking into the face of an older-looking Charles Xavier. Suddenly, everything started to click into place, as she looked with shock at her sire.
"Spike, we're going to be completing a job dealing with mutants."
"I know, and I also remember that you were once a pupil of his. Hence, maybe my advice for you this time will be well heeded. Come on, pet, let's go. I've already set up a meeting with him. It won't look good for Peaches if we're late."
"Why don't you stop calling him Peaches and call him Angel?" Rogue interjected, as she referred to her grand-sire.
"The day I stop calling him Peaches will be the day he's not a big poof. Now come on."
"Wait," called out Rogue, before she morphed into her vampire features and pulled on a hat from her pocket. She then explained, "I would rather people not question why I am even there. There's still the white streak in my hair, you know."
"Suit yourself." Spike shrugged before running to jump off the building.
Rogue instantly followed, and ten minutes later, they reached the mansion.
After walking past the gate and up to the front door, Spike rang the doorbell.
Inside the mansion, all the inhabitants quickly awoke when they heard the doorbell ring. Running down the hall, Scott and Jean quickly went to check if the professor was all right, while Ororo and Gambit went to check the security. Kitty, Bobby, Jubilee, and John went to check on the children in the mansion.
In a few minutes, the mansion was bustling with activity, while Spike waited outside with Rogue.
After waiting for another few minutes, Spike looked over to Rogue and rolled his neck once to crack the bones. Then he walked over and kicked the door open. The door broke and slammed open. Rogue slowly walked in after Spike. There was no need to wait for an invitation, since the mansion was a school.
Inside, the front hall was deserted of people for the moment. Although Rogue then felt a presence and quickly pushed Spike away from harm as she kicked upward, spinning into a roundhouse kick.
The figure she kicked leapt back and snarled. Rogue paused for a second as she watched the figure be revealed as Logan. Her instinct for survival kicked in, and she quickly bared her fangs, snarling back.
"Who are you two, and what business do you have here at the mansion?" growled Logan.
"We're here to see Professor Xavier, and he's expecting us," said Spike smoothly, as he motioned Rogue backward and pulled out a white envelope with Xavier's penmanship.
Rogue decided to keep silent but kept her eyes on Logan, as she heard the sounds of the other inhabitants gathering.
Hearing the whir of Xavier's wheelchair, she nearly lost her vampiric visage as she saw the face of her old teacher. Somehow, in her absence, he had become frailer, and his age was starting to show.
"It's all right, Logan. Now, because of the inopportune time, I would have to assume that you both are agents from Angel's Investigations. Mr. Angel has already apprised me of the situation. Since he couldn't come personally, he said he would send two other very good agents," said Charles, as he looked inquisitively at the two figures.
He had, during this time, tried to read their minds to confirm their identities but was surprised when he realized that he couldn't. Something blocked him from having the ability to do so, and he couldn't explain why.
Spike looked knowingly at the professor when he realized what he was trying to do. "Now, chap, I don't mean any disrespect, but I know what you're trying to do, and I can assure you that you'll never be able to accomplish that task. My assistant and I are not day people. Spike's my name, and she's Rogue."
The professor and the senior staff were startled at the strange-featured female's name. Most of the staff, with the exception of Logan and Xavier, looked closely at the female for the first time. However, for some reason they couldn't see her face and hair clearly.
"Right, Mr. Spike. Someone show Mr. Spike and Ms. Rogue to my office. Ororo, Scott, Logan, come into my office as well. I'll explain what my commission is, and then these people will be on the task force to accompany you."
"I'm sure we don't need you to assign us a task force. Rogue and I prefer to work alone," interjected Spike, as his eyes flashed yellow.
"Granted…but when you hear what I'm searching for, you'll see why I really insist that you have a task force," replied Xavier.
"Why not just tell us the job to be done, so then my associate and I will be on our way? Kinda pressed for time, we're not here for tea."
"As you wish. The job may be difficult to complete, but I would like you to help me find some vampires. I would like to document them. According to what I found, however; vampires are known to be violent. I need to find out what the difference is between vampires and humans, as compared to humans and mutants."
Spike replied with a gleam in his eyes, "Oh, the task's not difficult at all; it will be very easy. Send word to Angel when you decide to come to Sunnydale with your entourage. There use to be an Inferno del Boca there, but it's been closed a long time ago; however, there's still some specimens of vampires living there. When you get to Sunnydale, you can see and examine the vampires you want. Now, would you look at the time? If you would excuse us—come on, love."
Rogue had, up to this point, remained placid, until she heard what Spike said. She nearly vocalized her opinion but chose to remain silent, promising herself that she would be very vocal about her opinions later. There was no way that she would even be around. Because suddenly this trip to L.A. seemed to be more and more promising. This would be an excuse to go see her grand-sire. She turned her back on the X-Men and melted back into her human visage to walk out the door, unknowing of the plans made for her during this meeting.
The meeting had occurred in less then twenty minutes, so Spike and Rogue boarded the personal plane that Angel had arranged several hours before the sun rose.
The two vampires left behind a befuddled group of X-Men, as Jean turned toward Xavier with questions in her eyes. Xavier shook his head as he started to turn his wheelchair around. He intended to go to Cerebro, but before he could even do that, the phone rang….
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"Spike, I want to take a break. Go see grand-pappy and the others in the city of angels. Can I do that?" asked Rogue coyly, while hanging onto his arm in the darkness of the plane. The walls were covered with a special black plastic coating, and the windows of the plane were covered with a special glass that reflected any light off of it. It provided a protective shield for any vampires.
Of course, it cost Angel a pretty penny or two to buy this plane, but he was still the corporate head of Wolfram & Hart's firm after more then fifteen years. It was very useful for traveling to other countries to do business.
As for the rest of the Angel Investigation crew, Gunn and Fred had married, much to the amusement of Angel, who had choked during the wedding ceremony. Wesley was on a month's vacation in England. Pretty much everyone was still around—a little older but still in the action scene, though certainly not playing the active role they used to years earlier. They assisted Slayers whenever possible with research.
Oz and Faith were still fighting the battle. She was still an active residential slayer in the outskirts of L.A. Faith had came to Angel several years back, when it was revealed that she was going to live for a long time, simply for the reason that she was one of the original slayers before Willow performed her spell. No longer was she out for revenge after the death of Buffy. Instead she was engaged to Robin and was the best of pals with Oz, who decided to not get married and stayed a single bachelor.
Willow was currently single and training to be a watcher, so she and Giles were in England with Wesley. Xander had married Anya.
Everything in Sunnyhell was different without Buffy, especially with the Hellmouth closing and popping up elsewhere, but Spike was unwilling to move away. There were just too many memories and promises that he had given to his lost love. For one thing, watching over the little bit, Dawn, was a pleasure, as she had grown up and was now a writer.
He got to be with Buffy again, after the powers that be decided that he had been in heaven for much too long and threw him back down. So now, the vampire was left with wonderment at what the bleeding hell was so good about heaven. Only that everything that was ever evil and changed for good became human in a place where heavenly fat cherubs had actually "chirped."
The brief time that Spike then had with Buffy was the happiest he ever had. His slayer loved him and everything was fine for him, until cancer once again struck. The sickness that had taken Joyce away also took away Buffy some fifteen years ago.
In his grief, he had gone off to get sloshing drunk and had rescued Rogue, and then, because of some unforeseen events, he turned her into a vampire like him. However, it was with the help of Rogue that Spike was able to get over his grief. In memory of Buffy, he bought back the house on Revello Drive and had it decorated the way Joyce and Buffy had it when they were living there. The place wasn't inhabited because the memories were too vivid of Buffy, so it served as a thinking place for Spike. He was still living in the crypt. Rogue lived with him, with her own room and her own personal closet of skeletons to regret.
But right now, he looked over to see his childe looking at him with pleading eyes.
"No can do, pet," said Spike in a fake cheerful voice. "I doubt Peaches would even want you around. He did specifically pay us to do this job, and it wouldn't be interesting if I did it alone. We could go and scare people. Wouldn't that be fun? We could go to the Bronze for some slumming and observations. I think Nibblet would be there this weekend with her new boy-toy. Don't know what the hell she finds in those bleeding jackarses. Now, didn't you tell me last time that you wanted to see the bit soon? Besides, I'm sure she'll want to see you," said Spike deftly, putting his arms behind his head.
"If you're going to make me stay, just know that this is an unwilling compromise for me, and if they see my true face, I'm going to deny my former existence until the proverbial cows come home. Send the same warnings over to Angel and the others. You all stay out of my business, you hear, sugah…" replied Rogue with a gleam in her eye.
"Whatever you say, sweets…. Now get some sleep. There's several hours until we get back home."
Rogue sighed but didn't go to sleep immediately. She stared off into the distance, her mind recounting old and new memories.
A few weeks past, Rogue had spent some time with Dawn and enjoyed teasing Spike about Dawn's new boyfriend, who she found to be cute and courteous.
Notification was given to Angel, but there was no word from Charles until a few weeks later. In Spike and Rogue's crypt, they got an email. In the contents of the email were the time and place for meeting up with the X-Men—the Bronze at eight.
Rogue immediately said that she wouldn't go and that she would see Spike in a few days. Grabbing a stake, before Spike could say a word about her going, she bolted and disappeared into the night.
Spike shrugged and called the familiar number of someone who would be a good candidate for picking them up.
It would please Spike to see the moron scream like a little girl when he saw the wolf guy and the eye guy, because he still acted like a twit when faced with dangerous situations. Maybe Anya would finally see the light and dump Xander for a wild shag session with someone from the X-Men.
Seeing the time, he knew that it would take a while for them to get here. They probably wouldn't be that tired when they got here, so he would meet them at the Bronze and show them a little demonstration afterwards. Pulling on his trusty duster and slipping a red dress into his pocket, he picked up a pair of red heels and a small leather jacket. He would have to find Rogue first, though. With that thought in his mind and her scent in his nose, Spike walked out into the night, whistling a Billy Idol song.
He sped along until he finally reached the docks. There he saw Rogue, facing up against a large, ugly-looking demon. Spike watched as his childe beheaded the thing with a piece of rusted metal, before he walked out and heard her say, "I'm so very sorry to smell you, but you really stink like hell dances on tap shoes, and that just can't continue, so goodbye."
"Bravo, little one. Come on, we have to go to the Bronze."
"Nuh uh. Didn't I tell you that I didn't want to go?" replied Rogue, shaking her head frantically.
"Yes, you will go, otherwise what would I say to Peaches? He'll want a damn report of this, and you think I want to do reports? Besides, who else do I know who would type up a good report other than you? Come on, sweets, for your old daddy. You wouldn't want me begging you, right? Because then I'd rather stake you and get it over with," said Spike, looking at his childe with eyes that screamed, 'Say yes, unless you want something really bad to happen.'
"Why is it that I always have to listen to what you say?" countered Rogue in a long-suffering tone of voice.
"Because you don't want your daddy to make a fool out of himself, that's why. Now come on, put this outfit on," said Spike, happily pulling out the dress.
"Since when did I listen to you concerning my wardrobe, and since when did you decide to paw through my clothes?" snapped Rogue, snatching the three articles out of his hands.
"You left the dress out, and I find red very suited for you now. Reminds me of the delicious and bland blood we have in the fridge. That's the one thing I don't like about being on the good side—no fresh food. But, I think that once we get the money, we're going to be changing our diets to getting fresh human blood in blood bags and enjoy the luxury for a while," replied Spike, licking his lips.
Rogue sighed and tried to quell her hunger at the mention of blood. She hadn't eaten much today, and it was exhausting to fight with that demon.
She stripped down while Spike was talking and put on the red dress. The thing was one of the newest things she had, and it was a skintight ensemble that showed a good amount of cleavage and bare skin. The dress went to her calves, and her shoulders were bare, as a piece of black string was tied around her neck. She shrugged on the leather jacket and indicated to Spike that she was ready to go.
She said, "At the Bronze, you want to go get sloshed or something? Somehow this night for me doesn't seem to be so hot, and I want the comforts of being in someone's arms tonight, so I'd rather it was yours…."
Spike only smiled at her and placed an arm around his childe as they walked off.
They reached the Bronze in a matter of minutes the X-Men still weren't there yet. Spike and Rogue walked over to the bar, where they order several bottles of liquor.
When they were onto their third shot of whiskey, the X-Men showed up with Xander and Anya. Still unnoticed by the group, Rogue pushed Spike in their direction, while staring off into space, drinking her drink. An idea was formulating in her head for a good cover for her to deny that she was the Rogue they had known.
"Hello…birds and ducks," said Spike, still holding his glass shot. He downed it and smiled flirtatiously at Ororo, while he leaned down to peck Anya on the cheek.
"Hey, Spike. Now where's Rogue? I wanted to ask her if she wants to have a threesome," she asked bluntly.
Xander could only gape in horror as Spike burst out laughing. "Rogue's around, but Anya, why don't you stop trying to shock your husband? He looks like he's about to have a heart attack. Pleasant thought as that may be, I wouldn't want to wish that on a wuss like him."
Xander started to sputter in outrage as Spike turned to the X-Men. He asked, "What service can I do for you ducks, and where's the good ol' prof?"
"The professor didn't come along. He told us to complete the mission," supplied Jean.
"Right, luv, and…."
"It's very simple. Just allow us to see vampires and take pictures," said Ororo.
"Okay, but vamps don't show on photo, if you want to know. Gotta have a good artist or see for yourselves," replied Spike, placing his hands behind his head and lounging against the wall behind him.
"All right, but now can we go and see these creatures of the night, then?" spoke Scott.
"Can do…but why don't we wait? Relax and embrace the entertainment of the club."
Spike ordered the X-Men drinks, and they sat there for a bit.
Suddenly, arms wrapped themselves around Spike's neck as a voice purred in his ear, "Wanna dance, the old fashioned way…?"
Spike grinned as he turned around to see Rogue looking coyly at him. She gave small waves to Anya and Xander as they both waved back, and Xander quickly covered up his wife's mouth.
The X-Men sat mutely in stunned shock as they beheld a woman who looked exactly like Rogue, down to the last lock of hair.
Logan could only croak out, "Marie…" while Spike said, "All right, pet. Old fashioned it is."
Extending his arm, Spike offered it to his childe while they went to the center of the dance floor. Rogue ignored the X-Men as she placed her plan into action.
Placing her arms at a distance from Spike's hands, she started to sway with him. As the tempo of the song [1] turned from slow to fast, he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her close as she leaned back. She leaned back toward him and licked her sire's nose. When he got close enough, she licked his neck. She knew that her actions didn't mean anything to her sire, as they swayed and dipped suggestively in time to the music
Spike growled playfully and twirled Rogue around the floor, as she became a flash of red with the speed with which he was turning her. [2]
The rest of the patrons, seeing their dancing ability, quickly cleared the dance floor, and in time, they were the only couple left.
When the music finally ended, everyone in the bar with the exception of the X-Men burst into an explosion of applause and whistles.
Rogue quickly kissed Spike on the lips as she pulled away. She went straight to collect her jacket from the bartender, who grinned and gave her a can of beer to go. Slinging the jacket on her shoulder, the vampire walked to the door, intending to leave, as she turned around and blew a kiss to her sire, unofficially abandoning him tonight.
She noticed the original X-Men were present, but Kitty, Jubilee, Gambit, Bobby, and John weren't there. It was none of her concern, though, for she had completed her word to her sire about being present, and now the only thing she wanted to do was go home, take a bubble bath, and play a few melodies on her violin.
Spike, when she moved in with him, had installed a state of the art bathroom and taught her how to play different instruments.
Back inside the club, Logan was speechless for several minutes when he saw that the Marie look-alike was leaving. No way could there be another Rogue. She was already dead. So why was it that every sense he had was screaming that it was her, from her presence, to her hair, to nearly everything in her actions? The only difference was that this person could touch, while Rogue was known for wearing gloves; unless there was the notion of reincarnation. There was only one way to find out. Because there was no way that he would let her go before demanding who the hell she was.
Marie walked outside and was walking away from the Bronze when she heard a very familiar voice. Putting on an indifferent, bored face, she turned around to face the Wolverine.
"Are you speaking to me, sir?"
"Who else can I be speaking to when there's no one else but us out here? Now answer me, who the hell are you?"
"What do you mean, who am I? I do have a name, you know," Rogue said with a sniff.
"Now what name is that, darlin'?" mocked Logan, feeling a little ache of pain.
"Is that any of your business? I don't even know you, so why are you following me? Should I call the police to warn them…" she sneered, internally cursing herself.
"Oh, I'm really scared."
"What do you want, then?"
"I want to know if you knew a girl named Marie. She looks identical to you, so I'm demanding to know why you smell like her," said Logan.
Rogue was about to answer when someone grabbed her from behind. With a judo throw, she got the thing off her. She realized that these were the minions of the monster that she killed earlier. One of the minions, she noticed, was a vampire.
"You will pay for what you did…" hissed one of them, while the vampire said, "You disgraced the name of vampires, Rogue. How can you call yourself one of the darkness, when you and that useless sire are too busy acting goody goody?"
Rogue growled and realized her cover was blown, as Logan would probably know that she was a vampire. She snapped back to Wolverine, "Wolvie, go back in the Bronze and get Spike, and stay out of this fight."
With a sound of metal sliding out, he growled, "What makes you think that I could leave you here?"
"If you want to kill yourself, then don't say that I didn't warn you," she said. Then she said flippantly to the vampire, "Did I ever say that I wanted to be engaging in nothing but blood-sucking? Because to tell you the truth that's kinda boring activity for me, so don't say anything about me doing something opposite to what you're doing. If I don't find something to do, then undead life will be kinda boring."
The group snarled and quickly surrounded Rogue. She did a roundhouse kick, knocking one of the minions down, and then ran to the dumpster behind the Bronze to find a piece of wood. Knowing that there was some where she had stashed them in case of emergency, she grabbed one and did a series of flips to confuse the monsters, dusting the lone vampire in the process. She got kicked in the face, though, by one of the other demons, and when she snapped back upright, Logan was shocked as he beheld the woman he fought at the mansion.
Turning back to the situation at hand, Wolverine and Rogue quickly dispatched the other minions. Rogue got some bluish-colored blood on her dress.
"Gross…it better not stain, otherwise Spike's paying for a new dress…. Bubbles and bath, here I come," she muttered, her vampiric features melting back into her human visage. She started to leave but was stopped by Logan's voice.
"You still haven't answered my question…."
"Why should I answer your question, when the person who you're looking for is obviously not me?" replied Rogue, a little angry at the questioning she was getting. If she didn't want them to know that she was the person they had known, then she'd be damned if she'd ever admit it. She had said to herself before any of them came along, so she would never let them know it was her. Seeing that her night's plans were ruined, she became snippy.
Wolverine could only stare at her, as she then screamed out loud in anger. Growling, she turned away and made a move to leave, only to be pulled back by a pissed-off Logan.
"Then why the fk do you smell like her, look like her, sound like her? Can you answer that?" he growled.
"Unhand me. Or do you want me to break your metal skeleton, and I'll be sure that it won't heal back?" she snarled.
"If you weren't her, then how would you know that I have a metal skeleton?"
"Because Peaches gave us every one of your profiles before we took this case," said a voice behind Logan and Rogue.
"Spike!" called out Rogue, relieved to see her sire, Xander, and Anya. She wasn't at all pleased about the other X-Men standing behind him, though.
"See, you've got your answer now. Now let go of me!" snapped Rogue, as she pulled away and walked to her sire.
"Now, I see that you don't need me, since the job was done so nicely. I should have warned you about killing that demon earlier. Mighty nasty sod; had a gang, so to speak," said Spike, pulling Rogue into a comforting embrace.
"If the stain doesn't come off, then you buy me a new one. All I want to do now is just go home," replied Rogue, her voice muffled by Spike's shirt.
"We'll go home soon, little one, and Daddy will buy you a new dress; just got to say some words to our staring crowd now," said Spike reassuringly, as he pulled away and let his demon arise.
Facing the X-Men, Spike ignored the shocked gasp from Ororo as he said, "Well, ducks and birds, you got one hot piece of authentic vampire standing before you all. Commit the features to your memories to draw onto paper, and forward all questions to Peaches. As for me and Rogue, we're going home. Just send the money from this commission to Peaches, and I bid you all a fond evening."
"Hey, I didn't know that you got paid for this. How much money are we talking about here?" called out Anya, with a gleam in her eye.
"Uh, sweetie, I don't think that is any of our concern," said Xander.
Anya replied, "Oh, bull cocks, it's not like I want to have it or anything. Just curious, now, Rogue, if you want to clean that blood off your dress, stop by the Magic Box later, and you can buy some detergent. It's made especially for cleaning demon blood off of clothes, guaranteed to get the dirtiest of demon slime and gore from your clothes."
Rogue called back, "Thanks, Anya. Spike says that with the money from this job, we could have enough money to be able to get fresh human blood bags to drink for a while. Speaking of which, I'll see you later. Spike, I want to go home and eat. I'm hungry."
All the while this conversation was taking place, the X-Men looked at Spike in wonderment. Only Logan kept staring at the female vampire. He still couldn't believe that she wasn't Marie, and by all means, no matter how long it took, he would get his answer. If this vampire was indeed Marie, then he would figure something out, because no matter what, he would have Marie by his side.
Now he could only watch as the woman walked away with the other vampire. Logan turned to look at the other X-Men. Jean said telepathically, "Looks like our job here is done. We'll tell the professor about these events and question this Angel for answers."
Scott nodded, and they said goodbye to the people who picked them up. While they said goodbye, they watched as the darkness of the alley swallowed up the vampires Spike and Rogue.
Fin.
1-Well, I'm leaving the song blank, but as I wrote this part, I was thinking about "Waiting for Tonight" by Jennifer Lopez.
2- Think of the dance scene in The Mask.