Title: With Every Decision

Genre: Drama/Angst/Horror

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Spoilers: Read the Prologue.

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Chapter Summary: This is what Anyaka shows him.

A/N: I know it's torturous the way it's being released. But every day a new chap. I promise. Now come on, have some fun in WayWard Childe and SquirlyforSpike's collected mind.

"Look" was the last thing Angel heard before he felt like he was being ripped through time. His stomach got queasy, everything seem disoriented. He finally blinked his eyes open, his stomach settling down, everything seems normal. Except he was still in his damn chair, frozen. And now the chair was in the middle of the hallway of the old Sunnydale high school. And right in front of Angel was a Spike and Buffy, fighting. It was Teacher Parent night, all over again.

"Now! That hurt!" Spike exclaims amusedly as he pulls the stud out of the hallway wall. Swinging around he crashes the stud into the side of Buffy's cranium, effectively knocking her down to the ground.

Shaking his head, a look of grim determination on his face. "But not as much as this will." Just as he raises the stud to strike down, Spike blinks out of existence.

Angel's eyes darted around the room confusedly, hating himself for not being able to move and do something. He soon realized that no one was moving, Spike blinked out of existence and then every one froze.

"Sorry." Anya said apologetically. "Had to show you the prologue or the climax wouldn't make sense."

'What is this game!' Angel yelled out in his mind.

Anya looks down to the frozen vampire. "It's not a game, Angel. You said it yourself, the situation is complex, and it affects a hell of lot of people. Not just you. This is for me too." She places her hand on his shoulder in hopes of calming him. All it did was enrage his demon. "You've seen part one Angel. Brace yourself, because here comes part two."

Angel felt queasy again as time ripped around him; his vision blurred and so did everything around him. Everything around him changed and aged and soon started to slow down. When Angel got his bearings he didn't recognize the unfamiliar crypt with a TV and sofa.

Spike poked his head out of the hole in the ground of his crypt. 'I swore I felt something.' He thought to himself. 'Bugger, just my imagination.' Spike thought shaking his head of ridiculous paranoia.

When Spike started to get out of the basement of the crypt, Angel noticed the differences between the Spike he just saw and the Spike he sees now. Spike's hair is curlier, and his eyeliner and nail polish are gone. Finally it seems to Angel that a lot of the confidence and happiness is gone from Spike.

Spike walked over to his chair and put on his duster in almost a bored way. He cracked his neck, walked over to his fridge and pulled out a beer. Angel rolled his eyes as Spike finished the beer in one gulp. Spike went over to the corner of his crypt and picked up a box, that Angel swore he could hear mewing coming from it.

'What the hell is in that box?' Angel thought.

"That's not the point of the situation, Angel." Anya's voice became aggravated at the clueless vamp.

"No wonder everything you touch goes to shit, you focus on the wrong things. Just watch and stop thinking." The eleven hundred year old demon commanded.

Angel watched as Spike put on airs and left the crypt with a swagger in his step, box under his left arm. Moments later, the Spike from not but four years prior blinked back into existence right in the middle of the crypt.

He growled in ferocious triumph as he brought the stud crashing down onto the crypt's floor.

"What the bloody buggering hell." Spike swore underneath his breath.

Spike jerked his head around, his eyes inspecting his new surroundings. He walked around the crypt like a panther, dropping the stud on the sofa. He lazily inspected various nick knacks and the television, his eyes alert and keeping watch of his surroundings.

"Nice place." Spike commented to no one but himself.

Past Spike was about to walk over to the basement "door" and check the downstairs when all of a sudden Buffy kicks his crypt door open.

Spike whirls around angry and confused. "Slayer!" he hissed.

"Shut up, Spike." Buffy commanded as she pounced on Spike. Slamming him into the ground and then straddling his hips.

"What the bloody hell-" Past Spike is cut off by Buffy's lips slamming onto his own.

"Are we going to fuck or what?" She asks practically ripping off her blouse.

Spike stared at her wide-eyed but soon started taking off his own shirt.

Unknown to them both, Angel just sits there, unable to move. Tears cascading down his face.

TBC…