Anti-Slayer chapter 3
"So tell me Spike my boy, why is it you've given up so fast on the slayer?" asked Clare. Spike gave a smirk "The slayer… she just loves everyone but me and now its time I move on. Since I screwed up everything between me and Drusilla the only choice is I guess is you, love." He gazed at her in the cool dark alley.
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New York, 1977 Many raging alcoholics crowd a pub, in downtown Manhattan. Spike sits alone on a barstool thinking over the events of an hour ago"Bar keep, can I get another bloody fifth over here!" He yelled with rage looking at the empty bottle in his hand. The only place in town where they let you take the bottle. He thought. The grumpy bartender passed him the bottle of whiskey. "Hey buddy ain't that a little much for ya?" he said with a heavy accent. "Don't worry pops, I can handle my liquor." He never looked up at the bartender, he just sat there string at the bottle.
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Spike and Clare walked down to the graveyard. "So how is Dru these days?" asked Spike. Funny how someone could so monumental but you never know what happens to them when there out of your life and what you do know is just some useless bits of information. "Well last I heard she was out and about hunting and she recently dated Sweet, the singing demon, you know him?" she asked with curiosity. "I've met him." He mumbled.
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A young beautiful blond, that rivaled even his locks, sat down on the hard wood stool next to him. Maybe a good tumble and feeding will do the trick, get her off my mind. He smiled moving in closer. She looked over at him. Giving him a once over.
"I'm Clare." She said with a returning smirk like smile and nudge closer. "I'm Spike." He said with a cool demeanor. "I know. So vampire why do you lurk in bars?" She almost seemed innocent. How did you know? He thought. "Who or what are you?" He asked furrowing his brow. "I'm the anti-slayer. I kind of kill off slayers and witches like a slayer kills off vampires, and demons. I'm sort of a super vampire if that's what you can call it." She looked up almost as if looking at he stars through the ceiling. "We're both here for the same reason." He said took a swig of his bottle.
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((The Summers home the Scoobies are sitting around in the living room))
"When do we tell them?' asked Angel walking in the door. Buffy looked into the living room. "Now apparently." She said surprised. Giles took his glasses off wiped them and replaced them on his face. "Dear God, what's the apocalypse this time?" he asked Angel with much concerned. "Well, it may not be the end of the world but maybe Buffy." He said walking into the living room. "We need to do some research." She said walking into the dining room.