He stepped out into the blazing sun for the first time in almost 200 years. His white hair shone. Even though his body was still ice cold, Spike felt warm all over. He closed his eyes, breathing in the moment. He opened them again. Humans were walking by, some complaining that it was too hot, but it wasn't to him. After being in the dark, cold shadows, the sun felt nice on his skin.

Most stories about vampires were close to the true thing, but not totally correct. They didn't sleep in coffins, but in crypts, in underground tunnels, or in other places that were empty and dark. They could hear the heartbeat of a human and fed by biting the neck. Could be killed by the sun, a stake through the heart, and or the sun, but there was one thing, that would allow vampires' to walk amongst humans in the sun, and be invincible all at once. It was a special ring. Called the Amarra.

The Amarra was known widely throughout the demon world. It had two snakes going around the finger their tails wrapped around a skeleton head with the jaw wide open and a blood red jewel in it. No one knew what it stood for. When the Old Ones were killed, all information about the ring and many other things were lost. Or so, many thought. Others believed that an Old One, known as Daryn, wrote down all the things he knew in his journal, which was lost after the fall of Rome.

Spike had come upon the ring in a sewer after searching for it for half of his vampire life. Many demons had told him, there was no such thing and that it was all a myth, but he kept searching. Now he could prove them all wrong. He couldn't be killed by any. Not even by the damn vampire slayers.

The vampire slayers, were a group of humans that kept the demons from dominating the human world. The humans were born with certain powers. Strength, knowledge, seer, etc. When they turned a certain age, they were taken away to improve and control their powers. Then they were put out into to the world to defend the defenseless.

Spike wandered around for a few hours in the sun before returning to his crypt.

"I could get used to this." He said aloud as he threw the ring up and caught it. He slipped it back onto his finger as he sat down on his only recliner. Turning on the T.V. he glanced at his watch. 5:30 P.M. Days of Our Lives was on. Spike needed to see who was going to get murdered or divorced this time. He was hoping it would be Sammy and the guy she had married in the previous episode.

After the show was over, he flipped through the channels until dawn hit. He turned the teley off and pulled out his lighter and cigarettes. Vamps didn't need to breathe, but they did it out of habit. He lit a cigarette up and inhaled it in. After 100 years of being a vampire, he had gotten bored and had taken up smoking.

The sun went down, bringing on the dark.

Spike dropped his cigarette and stomped on it. He changed out of is day clothes and into a black shirt and pants. When he got to the door he pulled his black trench coat off its hook.

He flung the door open. "Ready or not here I come." he told the world. Spike stepped out into the dark night.

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A new band was playing this week. They called themselves A-club. Their lead singer couldn't sing, the drummer couldn't drum and the guitarist was way off tune. Buffy ignored them like some others did.

Buffy looked around. Many people were booing the band. Others ignored them and continued talking to their partners. She looked at the door hoping Xander and Willow would walk in. No luck. Instead, a vampire came in and she felt it's cold aura.

"Great," she thought. "Even when I am off the job, I still have to deal with vamps." She growled under her breath. "Just don't do anything and I won't kill you.......yet." She told him in her mind.