Summary: Set in the not-so-distant future after the events of Not Fade Away, the only two remaining warriors have journeyed to Europe where a past love lives, at another Hellmouth.
Author's Note: I know that its probably a bad idea to start writing another fan.fic while one is left still unfinished, but I feel as if that other story has a long way to go. I want to take a break and write something fresh, something new. So here it is…
Chapter One: Arrival
Angel and Spike were the only two left after the fight in the alley back in Los Angeles. They had both been injured badly though, and were on their way to visit Buffy in France. Angel had heard from one of his "Buffy spies" just before the attack on the Circle of the Black Thorn that Buffy had split with the Immortal and gone off to Paris, where another Hellmouth was located. He figured that if he survived the attack he would go and find her. So that's where they were going. Paris.
When they landed in Pairs, Angel and Spike slowly and carefully made their way off the plane, still injured from the battle that took place only two days earlier.
The duo tried to hide their wounds from the general public, by making sure that they always wore their black leather coats. And to avoid frying like bacon, they boarded a night flight that arrived in Paris at about 11pm. From there they took a taxi to central Paris, and began the frantic search for Buffy before morning. They didn't want to spend the day in some run-down abandoned building, or somewhere that wouldn't be welcoming to them.
They began with the nightclubs. And 11pm on a Friday night, where are people usually? Out partying. Neither of them knew much about Paris or what sort of clubs it had, but they soon found out.
They first entered a bright club with flashing disco lights that was loudly playing some funky disco songs. Neither Angel nor Spike thought the music was funky. The two looked very out-of-place in the club, because everyone else was wearing bright colours and dancing like crazy. They were just casually walking in with their heavy black leather coats on, showing no enthusiasm whatsoever. They wandered up to the bar.
'Excuse me, we were wondering if you've seen a girl.' Angel began.
'Oui, lots of girls come in here quite often.' The bartender replied. Good, he speaks English. Angel thought.
'Well this one is special.' Spike jumped in.
Angel nodded. 'She's only been here for maybe a week or so. She's got blonde hair and she's about this tall…' Angel raised his hand to guess her height.
'I've seen only two new girls in here recently.' The bartender said. 'One came in with a lovely young lady with red hair who I spoke to for half the night.'
Red hair. Spike thought for a moment. 'Do you remember any names? Like the redhead's name, or the blonde's?'
'Oui, the redhead. Her name was Willow. I can't remember the blonde's though, sorry.'
'That's okay. We know Willow. Do you know where they are living? Did Willow mention any specific areas of Paris where they might be staying?' Angel asked.
'She did say that it was only a few block to their house. She also said something about it being near a mouth…' the bartender trailed off, pondering as to what it had meant.
'Right, thanks mate.' Spike said, grabbing Angel's arm and turning to leave.
'Wait!' he called. 'Willow, she's here tonight.' Spike stopped in his tracks, just barely hearing over the music. Angel stopped and swivelled around too. They both ran back up to the counter.
'Where?' Spike demanded. The bartender pointed in to the crowd. Looking past the many different people in the club Spike and Angel saw Willow, Buffy, Xander and Dawn all sitting around a table against the far wall.
'Thanks again mate.' Spike said, rushing off.
Angel grabbed Spike's arm. 'Wait. You can't just go running up to them, they think you're dead.'
'Willow knows I'm alive.'
'But the others don't. Just think what that will do to Buffy and Dawn.' Angel tried to reason with him.
'I reckon they'll be over the moon mate. They think I'm dead, so I turn up standing three feet away from them. What do you think they'll do, run from the room screaming? No, they'll be all joyful and happy.' He was kind of being sarcastic during his little speech, but then he realised that maybe they should wait until a more appropriate time. He stopped and sighed, facing Angel.
'We'll wait in the alley outside until they come out, then we can tell them you're alive.' Angel suggested. The duo left the club, and glancing across at the bar from the table, Dawn caught sight of a bleach-blond head disappearing out the door.
A/N: Please feel free to review, but be nice. "Constructive Criticism".