Soon it became clear that he wasn't heading towards the residential area. Brynn began to get nervous when he sped past two exits that she pointed out as hers. Then she finally got the courage up to ask him.

"Um, where are we going?" she asked waveringly.

"The airport," the man replied. "Got to make the 11:00 flight."

"Then can you let me out? I kind of have to go home," she said.

"No, you kind of have to come with me. We're going to Sunnydale, California, because some buggered librarian is spouting off a load of rubbish that you're some kind of magical fluke," he returned, not too happy-sounding. "So instead of sending someone that is more suited towards this kind of mission, he sent me. Damned if I know why."

Brynn froze. "OK, buddy, I don't know what you've been smoking, but I'm really starting to wish I was back in the car with Brad."

"Called that one five minutes ago."

"Stop the car."

He drove on in stony silence.

"I said stop the car!" she demanded, reaching over towards the gearshift.

"Sod off!" he snarled, inadvertently changing to vamp form, his brow contorting into its monstrous façade and his fangs elongating to stick out enough for her to gasp and fall back in fright.

"W-what are you?" she whispered, severely shaken.

"Evil," he chuckled, looking back to the road. "The Big Bad. So play nice, piggy, and maybe you'll see dawn."

………………………

The car was silent for a few moments before Spike changed back to his more humanistic form and turned on the radio to a different rock station. The girl had already passed out from her shock, so he shrugged it off and began to sing along to the tunes.

"Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints, as heads is tails just call me Lucifer, 'cause I'm in need of some restraint…" he crooned in synchrony to Gunz and Roses' version of "Sympathy for the Devil". Eyeing the teenager's unconscious figure in the next seat, he decided to risk it and go all out for the chorus.

"Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name! But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game…"

The music blasted on as he began to look for the exit to the airport. As he turned off the main drag, he glanced at the clock. It read 10:15. They had plenty of time.