Chapter 5 - Payback
When she woke up Spike was gone.
He'd found paper and a pencil somewhere and had left a note for her, telling her that he was going out to do some recon.
That voice in her head told her that he went to find out if anyone had survived.
Curling up into a ball Fred remembered Wesley's face, so worried about her – then another image, he was looking at her with such love, but such pain. She saw him gasp, she felt his blood on her, his trembling as he struggled to keep going, then the heaviness as his spirit left his body.
He was gone.
Spike came back near sunrise.
He'd managed to find a place to get a good drink of the red stuff, and picked up a couple of tacos from a 7-11 for Fred, or Illyria, whichever it was, but she'd already flown the coop.
The night before he'd had a particularly terrible nightmare. He decided to get out of the building and do some prowling, see if he could find anyone he knew. He'd heard that Clem was in town, so he tried looking for the floppy eared demon, but didn't have any luck. Neither with the big green guy, Lorne. Not that he'd really expected to ever see Lorne again, that'd been his little secret agreement with Angel.
And there it was – he came to it.
Where was the big poof now?
Last he'd seen him he was being held down by a couple of uber-vamps.
Spike shook his blonde head, either his sire was dust in that alley or someplace much, much worse…
Fred couldn't sit still anymore, from somewhere inside her she felt she had to get up and get out of the abandoned building. She left a note for Spike that she'd gone to see if the Hyperion was still there, and to meet her there.
On the way to the old hotel she stopped suddenly in front of a barbershop. It was just opening. She ran a hand through her hair – it still had a few tinges of blue running through it, to her dismay. Out of impulse she walked in, sat down at the chair and ordered the barber to cut her hair – short. Halle Barrie short.
Spike plunked himself down into a dusty armchair and contemplated the ceiling. It was really…ceilingish. Not that he expected it to be any different, but he was amazed at how much like a ceiling this ceiling looked like.
'What the bloody hell am I saying?' He thought with a shake of his head, 'of course it looks like a ceiling!'
"What looks like a ceiling?"
The reclining vampire nearly jumped out of his skin, and might have had a heart attack if he hadn't have already been dead, as a young woman walked around the corner.
"What the hell…" the woman looked too familiar, "Fred?"
Fred smiled and patted her head, "like my new look?"
Spike gaped in amazement.
"Sure, luv... it's just so short!"
The now short haired Fred moved to comment when a terrible scream rippled through the empty hotel…
Angel wished he was dead... well, since technically he was dead, he wished that he'd been dusted in the battle instead of this.
When he brought around the destruction of the Circle of the Black Thorne, he'd pissed alot of people off. Now, for the first time in centuries, the Wolf, Ram, and Hart were all in this dimension. All for the sole purpose of making Angel pay.
Sorry it's taken so long to update - and sorry that this chapter is rather slow, but I promise that as soon as I get back into the swing of things this story will get going again.