AN: This is the sequel to Past and Present. This probably happened a few days after the last one ended. By the way things in italics are from prior events, ie: Spike's dream of what Dru told him.
The first thing he did was emptied the liquor cabinet. He was tired of her drunk demeanor and habits. By the rate she was going, she would turn into an alcoholic before her twenty first birthday. He felt bad, wasting all the good alcohol, but new it was for the best. It seemed like poor Dawn had cracked in little fragments that he'd never thought he could put back together. He didn't even know where to begin. But he did have clues, though-sadly-that wasn't enough.
The broken down brunette was currently laying in her bed, snuggled against a plush pillow.
Rage crept through his dead blood as he was reminded of the giant vampire bite on the side of her neck. He didn't know why he didn't notice it before. Normally a bite would come with a specific smell telling who did the deed. But this bite held no sent or even trademark. It was killing him inside.
Sensing night fall, he sauntered out of Dawn's apartment, needing a good spot of violence to eradicate the pent up aggression inside.
Of course, when the vampire needed it the most, the night was dull. He had only come across one fledgling who basically staked himself. He needed some booze, better yet he needed some hot chocolate.
The local cafe was a great coffee shop, but would probably be even better if he liked coffee. Most of the time it would make him jittery and anxious which does not make for a fearsome vampire. But they did have awesome scones and hot chocolate even with little marshmallows.
"Hi there, can I get you anything?" a pretty young thing asked as she twirled her hair around a finger.
Giving her a smirk and a wink, he nodded.
"I'd like a medium hot chocolate," he stated while pulling out his wallet. The lady stopped him with a fine gesture as she smiled.
"It's on the house."
He gave her a thankful smile and welcomed the hot liquid to his cold hands graciously. For some odd reason hot cocoa reminded him of spaghetti and human blood. Shaking the thought off, he went back to his crypt, preparing to knock himself out for sleep.
Spike wasn't resting for too long as he woken up by another nightmare. He saw himself out of body, as he remembered being tied up and watching his other self being knocked out by Angel. He then had spells preformed on him, green mist attacking him, and then suddenly vanishing.
The dream produced goose bumps on his flesh.
Knowing that the sun was about to rise, he willed himself to go back to sleep because a sleep deprived vampire was not fun.
Blah blah. I have nothing to say except I need a new challenge to write. Anyone want to give me one? R&R.
