Chapter 2: Two Doors

-Waiting in Line-

Spike was finally at the head of the line, there were only a few people in front of him at the moment. He waited and watched as three of the people before him were sent straight through the black door. Only one of four people in front of him had vanished through the white door. Spike was extremely worried and honestly scared. He deserved to go to hell for all of the things that he had done, and he knew it. It was his turn now, he stepped up to the front desk and looked down at the receptionist, she was currently putting a file away in the filing cabinet at the side of her desk. She was dressed professionally, wore thick framed glasses, and had a deep red colored scarf around her neck that stood out easily seeing as she wore her dark hair up in a tight bun.

Receptionist: "name?"

Spike: "Spike."

She searched through the files that sat on her desk looking for his name. Then finally found it and pulled it open.

Receptionist: "Ah, here it is…William the Bloody… Turned in 1880, you spent some time in an alternate dimension for… Seven years, which makes you 129…you've killed…well that is quite a large number Mr. Spike, I must say usually when I see things like this the rest of the report doesn't seem very worth while, but I always read on… You've murdered two slayers, and were on the pursuit of a third when you came to Sunnydayle, We get a lot of vamps come through here from Sunnydayle… Well, I must say this is interesting, you had a behavior modification chip put in your head, kept you from killing, I must say I haven't seen anything like that before…well now, the events that follow this are quite interesting, you allied your forces with the slayer, there are actually a few noble acts to be taken into account here, though not enough to save you from entering the black door."

Spike's face tightens, he knew that there was too much to save him, she was still reading the file, but none the less, Spike knew that there was too much there for him to get any kind of second chance.

Receptionist: "A soul… you have a soul, I sure didn't see that coming… I must say Mr. Spike this changes everything."

Spike: "It does?"

Receptionist: "Yes… Creatures with souls automatically get sent through the White door if it's their first time here."

Spike lets out a sigh of relief and the receptionist looks up at him.

Receptionist: "That doesn't mean that you're on your way to Heaven… You'll be evaluated further and it's very possible that you could be sent to any of the Hell dimensions… your record is… well colorful to say the least and they won't be quick to overlook the things that you've done."

Spike just nods and walks up to the white door. Slowly he turns the knob and lets the door swing open; he walks through and shuts the door behind him. He enters what appears to be a waiting room. There is another desk straight ahead of him, off to his left there are doors which presumably lead into offices, and off to his right there are chairs, some with demons already seated in them. Spike walks up to the desk; the young medium blonde, small build receptionist is playing solitaire at her computer and doesn't notice Spike walk up. She's really young, most likely still in her teens, or she would have been before she died, she's wearing a long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans, the sleeves of her shirt and her jeans have been stained with blood, but the source of the blood is unseen.

Spike: "Uh, miss… excuse me."

Spike catches the attention of the young girl before him, and she immediately minimizes the game on her screen as if she was caught.

Girl: "Uh, yes…Oh, uh, what's your name?"

Spike: "Spike."

The girl smiles, then turns to her computer opens a different program and types his name in.

Girl: "Ok, then just take a seat and someone will see you shortly."

Spike: "Thanks."

Spike flashes the girl a smile and then proceeds to take a seat in one of the waiting room chairs. He looks at the other demons already seated in the room. One has green skin and holds his head in his hands, death by decapitation was what must have done him in. Another had a chest wound like the guy that had been behind him in line. A third had a sallow tint to his face and wet clothes, Spike figured that he had drowned. Choosing a seat a few spots away from the rest of the demons Spike waits.

-3 hours later-

Spike digs through his pockets searching for his smokes. He finds them only to realize that his pack is empty. A short while ago a man with an awful rash around his throat and dark hair came out of one of the offices across the room and called the drowning victim into his office and they had been in there ever since. That had been about all of the entertainment that Spike had had for hours, the room was silent and no one said a word to each other. Slowly the white door that Spike had walked through about three hours earlier opened again, and the same demon that Spike had seen standing in line behind him walked in and took a seat next to Spike after giving the young blond receptionist his name.

Zeb: "Hello again."

Spike: "you were sure out there for long, you must have had a long file for that receptionist to look through."

Zeb: "what, no…I was only there for about five minuets…Oh, right but it would have seemed longer for you, that's right."

Spike: "I take it that time moves differently in here?"

Zeb: "Yea, out there too, well at least compared to the real world…out there in line time moves about three times as fast as it would back on earth, it's a way to keep the lines shorter, demons are dieing every second of the day, most likely a couple at a time all over the world, it'd get too packed if it moved at the same time."

Spike: "Right, and in here it moves even faster, so that these evaluators or whatever don't get too swamped."

Zeb: "Right, but of course to us it all feels like time is moving normally, thus to you it felt like it had been a lot longer that I had been out there then it had been, it's Einstein's law at it's extremes."

Spike: "Right then."

Zeb: "It's a very intricate system if you look at the full mechanics of it, they separate you by human demon or half breeds, which would be where we are, and then they speed things up and sort you out further."

Spike: "yea."

Spike starts to zone Zeb out and starts to think more about what was going to happen to him after his 'evaluation session' if he ever got there that is, it seemed to him that he would literally be waiting forever. All Spike could hope for was that he was sent to a lesser hell dimension, something with mild excruciating pain compared to unbearable, excruciating pain. He knew that there was no hope for him to make it anywhere that he'd like to be, he had done far too much to ever get any kind of reward, saving the world was a noble act, but it'd never be enough. Spike's mind then starts to wander to what Buffy would be doing at that moment in time, it would have been months and months after the closing of the Hellmouth back on earth, he thought about where she'd go and what she'd do, wondered if she mourned for him, and then Spike was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of his name being called. Spike looked up to see a woman with long jet black hair and bright blue eyes, wearing a pencil skirt and very expensive looking blazer, along with some very tall high heals. She had a file folder in her hands and stood waiting patiently for Spike to stand. Once he stood she turned and he followed her into one of the offices across the room.