Chapter 3 Spikes Quest.
Spikes hid in the caves of Africa watching the Tribesman get on with there daily day. Ganda walked up behind Spike and touched him on the shoulder, Spikes reacted to his touch and flipped him over his shoulder. Ganda started laughing and Spike helped him up.
"See." Ganda smiled brushing himself down.
"No pain." Smiled Spike. "You Africans are something."
"You now have a choice Spike."
Spike looked down and back up at Ganda. "I know."
"You need to go. Help the slayer show her who you are. How you changed."
"My head is still sore mate, can I wait a few weeks?" Spike said itching his head where his stitches were.
"You leave it to long your chance will be over. You have to travel by boat anyway, that will take a couple of weeks."
"Your right. I have to go, but when?"
"There is a boat leaving tonight."
"These last week with you helping me, it's been amazing I've found myself. I know who I really am and I can make a difference."
Ganda smiled and nodded at Spike.
That night Ganda walked Spike down to the docks a big ship blew it's horn.
"I'm guessing that's my cruise boat."
Ganda laughed. "This will take you to Los Angeles, then my friend it's up to you."
Spike nodded and put on his leather jacket on walked aboard the boat and smiled at Ganda, Ganda smiled back and watched Spike make his way down to the bottom deck.
Two weeks later Spike arrived in LA. He stood on top deck looking at the skyline as they docked, he threw his cigarette over the side of the boat and walked down the steps off the boat. He smelt the air. "Yup I'm defiantly not Africa anymore."
He walked round the streets trying to find himself and remember what Ganda had taught him. Spike could make a difference, he was here to show to Buffy how he had changed and to be redeemed.
He saw a black BMW beemer parked on a street corner with blacked windows.
"Hello." Spike smiled and walked over to the car. He looked around and took out a knife and picked the lock, he jumped in the car and drove off out of LA and onto the freeway.