Chapter 2

Faith was sitting in the room Anne had given her. She was lucky, there wasn't anyone else in the room with her, unlike the situation in some of the other rooms. She could tell that she was in what used to be a bedroom, but was now just decked out to fit as many people as possible. She sat down and actually thought about what she was going to do. Well, that was her intention, but she found herself thinking about thinking about what she was going to do. It was then that it had dawned on her how much she had changed. She could hardly remember a time when she would sit down and think about what she was going to do.

"Man, must show how serious this is," Faith said under her breath. Faith knew that she couldn't run from the council, and that she couldn't do anything about them until they made their move. Even then, it would be hard to do anything against them, or to convince them to stop. Not unless she agreed to do whatever they wanted her to do, to be their Slayer, but she didn't want to do that. Faith figured that as the Slayer, she had a limited number of years to live on the planet. While she was the Slayer, and somewhere between being locked up in jail and now, at this point in time, she had decided that she was going to be the Slayer, she was going to do it her way, not the Council's. Faith knew that she needed help, but she didn't know where to get it from. She thought Whistler, but something inside her told her not to trust him, no matter what. Faith wanted help from Angel, but he was missing, and she knew that his friends didn't trust her. Faith knew that she could go to Buffy, and that she might help her, but she wasn't ready to go back to Sunnydale yet. Faith wondered if Buffy was going to do anything about the phone call Faith had made on her way out of prison; probably not she decided.

Faith gave up. She flopped down onto the floor and gave up. She didn't know what to do, and she had to decide quickly. She knew that it wouldn't take the Council very long to track her down to where she was now. Sure, LA was a big city, but as far as she knew, there was only one girl in the whole city that could take out a large number of vampires in a night. She decided to take a walk, maybe that would help clear her head out a bit.

After what seemed like a day of walking, Spike had gotten no where. As he looked around, he could swear that he was in exactly the same spot that he was before. There was no change in the desert landscape he was in. His mind was tired. He wanted to know why the sun wasn't hurting him, and he wanted to know where he was, and what he was doing here. He started to regret killing the driver to the four wheeled drive, after all, maybe he'd know where to go. A thought just dawned on Spike. He didn't take the four wheeled drive. He walked instead.

"Somebody just get me out of here!" Spike yelled. "Get me out," he yelled at the desolate surroundings.

Spike could hear a faint rumbling in the distance, and he could hear that whatever it was, it was getting closer. He looked around him, but he couldn't see anything coming. It sounded like something was rolling across the sky. He spun around, looking. At the last minute, something caught his eye. A small part of the air in front of him was shimmering and distorting the light around it. It was growing bigger and bigger, and Spike just stood there and watched. A thunderous crack emanated from the anomaly, and it spread into a large circular 'hole'. Through the hole, he could see vampires in a large underground cavern. The image changed to a lonely sidewalk at night, with one person walking down it.

"Great, a portal," Spike said just as he moved off towards it. It wasn't too far in front of him, only a few metres.

An image appeared between Spike and the portal in the form of Druscilla.

"Naughty Spike," she said while holding up her index finger towards him.

"Dru?" Spike asked. "Is that you?" He looked closer, and realisation hit him. "It is you. I was going to come and get you… things have changed again! I feel like my old self!" he exclaimed.

"No more Slayer for our little Spike?" Dru asked in a timid voice.

"No more Slayer for me," Spike replied while stepping close to Druscilla. He went to lean into her, but passed right through her. He spun around to see an image of Angel standing before him.

"What? You think it would be that easy?" he said.

"What?" Spike asked, annoyed. "Who are you?" The image of Angel didn't answer, it just stood there looking at him.

"What are you going to do Spike?" he said after a while.

"What are you?" Spike asked again. Still no answer from the image of Angel. "I'll put it nice and simple for you. What. Are. You." Spike said, putting emphasis on each and every word.

"I'm the thing that made you," The image of Angel said while morphing back to Druscilla.

"You know what. I've figured it out. This is another one of those stupid tests! Well, I aint getting tested no more," Spike said losing his temper. He turned around and stepped through the portal, where he crashed down onto the sidewalk. He turned and looked at where the portal was, and suprisingly he could still see it.

"That one's going to be hard to tame," Druscilla said.

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Sorry about this chapter being so short, but I just do not know what to do with Spike, Xander, Dawn or Anya… I know what to do with Xander and Spike in the long run, but just not now… if anyone has any suggestions for what to do with them, email me at theonlyreece@hotmail.com