Chapter Three
Spike knew that what he was doing wasn't healthy, demon or no. He knew that he was love's bitch but this time might just take the cake.
Almost negligently sliding his stake into a passing fledge he pondered his options and how to best go about his situation. He sighed, situation – what a way to describe this state of being totally and utterly screwed.
As the puff of dust cleared the way he let out a large cloud of smoke from his eve present cig.
The view of the street ahead gradually cleared and his eyes widened as the object of his desire-no obsession, stood facing him and only feet away waiting for him to make an overture or to disappear into the night.
The delectable lips in front of him opened and the sounds of his impending, inevitable doom had never sounded sweeter to his sensitive ears.
"I think this has gone on long enough Spike, it's time we had a talk."
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The exam door slammed open bouncing off the wall with a cacophony that resounded sharply in the now silence of the momentarily still hospital.
The silence, only broken by the shuffling footsteps slowly making their way to the elevator, quickly dissipated into the daily sounds of business and agony that are so commonplace in hospitals.
The mindless elevator music soothed the agitated nephrologists' often mercurial temper, his hand clutching the familiar cane as he thought of a nephew that often intrigued the inquisitive mind yet had never passed the vitriolic lips.
As he barged passed the secretary heedless of the ineffectual efforts to delay his inexorable stride into the den of his boss.
Before the inevitable confrontation began he gave a last thought to the mystery of his unknown nephew.
The nameless boy was the product of his estranged elder sister of ten years whose expulsion from their dysfunctional family when their tyrant father found birth control in his sister's purse. At six he was already facing the brunt of his fathers' military rule as his sister Jessica had supposedly been broken to hand before his birth. He remembered hearing the confrontation through the thin walls of the military housing of their temporary home in a Californian base. He heard as she left into an uncertain world apparently to her hereto unknown boyfriend.
The only communicate he ever received was eight months later in an envelope with their address that only contained one thing, something that he wouldn't decipher until he neared high school, an ultrasound. Though at the time he didn't under stand what it was all he knew was it was a connection to his now lost sister and thus promptly hid it to avoid its destruction at the hands of his father, who upon the morning after her departure, declared the cession of her existence to their family.
As his gaze let on the cleavage of his boss and the constrained expression upon her face he let go his maudlin thoughts to the anticipation of the verbal battle to come.