Chapter 10

Future Passed vs. Passed Future

There were ruins everywhere he looked. He couldn't see a building that was standing upright without huge chunks taken out of the walls and even then, those buildings were rare. He knew that he was in a whole town of ruins, although what that town was called he had no idea. His preternatural senses couldn't detect any signs of life near him and for perhaps the first time in his life, Spike was scared. He didn't have a clue where he was and he was miles from any signs of life. The only sign of life that he had seen tried to shoot him with a crossbow bolt while flying down the highway on a motor cycle, and he didn't even want to think of how close he came to being a pile of dust.

Spike noticed that there was an eerie silence over the whole town as well, nothing like he had ever seen before. Above, the sky was cloudless and Spike could literally see thousands of stars. Accompanying the silence was a stillness in the air. There wasn't even the slightest breeze. It was if there was no life what so ever in the town and that there hadn't been for years. Debris scattered the streets and there wasn't a street without at least a couple of hundred pieces of a building on it. Spike turned off of what seemed like the main street of the town to try to find a shred of life, or unlife. Anything was good to him. He needed to find anything that could tell him what had happened here, and where he was. Considering the events that had happened to spike over the last couple of days, Spike wasn't even sure that he was in his dimension or not.

Hours had passed and the moon was getting lower on the horizon, and Spike hadn't found anything in the town that moved of it's own accord. It wasn't until he had returned to the main street of the town that something happened. He was walking to the largest building that was still standing, even if it had holes all through it, when he heard a noise behind him. Spike spun around to see a large figure standing twenty feet away from him. It was cloaked in a completely black hood and carried a scythe and reminded Spike of the grim reaper. He was scared of this figure and he just wanted to run, but something glued his feet to the spot. The figure was coming towards him, and Spike could tell that it didn't want to talk. He also noticed that it was floating. Spike advanced on the figure and ducked as it swung the Scythe at his head. He barely had time to react when the scythe was coming back the other way at him, and he had to jump backwards out of the way.

"Fast bugger aren't ya," Spike said to the figure. His response was the scythe coming down from above to slice him in half. Spike tumbled to the ground and rolled out of the way. He quickly closed the gap between the figure and himself and pummelled it in it's chest, only succeeding in knocking the figure backwards a bit. This gave the hooded figure enough room to use it's scythe again, and it successfully left a deep gash in Spike's upper arm.

He stumbled back, away from the figure just in time to hear the loud roar of a motorbike which was roaring down the main street towards them. He knew that it was the same person, or thing, that tried to kill him earlier. He heard the motorbike roar and saw the person on it raise their weapon in his direction. He was about to duck when he noticed that it was aimed at the hooded figure instead. In an instant, Spike saw a stake appear in the figure's side, and then another one, and then another one. There was a total of four stakes which were shot at the hooded figure, all which hit their mark, all of which hardly seemed to do any damage to the thing. Spike backed away from it more as it continued to float towards him. By now the motorbike had gone past him and the figure, and he heard it roar. He turned to look behind him and he saw the person on the motorbike squealing the wheels as they turned around. They came straight for him and the figure, and at in an instant they had stopped the motorbike and sprung off of it. Spike saw them raise their weapon towards the figure again, and he had time to notice it this time, it wasn't a crossbow, and he had never seen the weapon before. The figure from the motorbike shot a bolt at the figure, and then another, and then another. One of the bolts hit the hooded figure in the head, and successfully wounded it a bit. Spike could tell from the fact that it seemed to stumble backwards a bit. Spike watched the figure from the motorbike start to move towards the hooded figure, and shoot one more bolt at the hooded figure, hitting it in the hand and causing it to let go of it's scythe.

"It's fast, watch out," Spike told the person. They didn't even take any notice of him as they passed him and started to attack the hooded figure. Spike was amazed at the skill and speed of the person attacking the hooded figure. He watched them exchange blows for at least a minute and could tell that the person was loosing ground, and fast. Spike watched as the person kicked the hooded figure in the side, and then came totally off of the ground, using their momentum to spin while in the air and use their other foot to hit the hooded figure in the head. This made it move backwards a bit. The person picked up it's scythe and stood facing the hooded figure ready to fight. In an instant, the hooded figure just disappeared in a swift movement, and Spike could see the person relax. "That was amazing," Spike said to the person. He couldn't tell who it was, as they were dressed in a full black body suit, and still had their motorbike helmet on, which revealed nothing.

"What were you doing, taking on a Syopher, are you crazy, or was all your brain matter just destroyed when you became a vampire," the figure said to Spike while turning around. He was surprised to see the person just stop in their tracks when they obviously had looked at Spike for the first time. He could tell that they were stunned, but for what reason, he couldn't guess. "You," they just said. Then, before Spike knew what was happening, he saw a foot coming straight for his head. He didn't have time to even move before he was kicked back onto the ground. He could see the edges of his vision becoming black, and he knew that he was slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing he saw however struck fear right through him before he blacked out. He heard the motorbike's engine start up and come to life as the person roared off, and on the ground he could see a newspaper, and it said:

SUNNYDALE BULLETIN

6th December 2004