Yes, this is the next chapter. Due to positive reveiws about the road trip, I've decided to stretch it out a bit more. So for your reading enjoyment, here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: See Ch. 1

Whereamarranation

Two minutes pass when I hear, "So, wanna play a game?" and feel the Bit's big brown eyes boring into the side of my face.

Having just switched the station to something we could both agree on, amazing I know, I slowly look over at her, sighing loudly, "What game?"

"I don't know. There's the license plate game!" she exclaims, a smile cracking upon her face.

"Bit, I would rather be stuck through with twenty hot pokers," I say dryly.

"You're no fun!" she pouts, crossing her arms and sliding as far over from me as possible.

"Tell you what, as soon as the sun goes down in, er... fifteen minutes, we will do whatever you want. Prolly need to feed ya anyway," I barter, murmering the last part.

"Deal!" she agrees, suddenly happy again. Barmy teenage emotions always making her bipolar.

"Right. Now, just shut yer yap fer the fifteen minutes, and it'll happen."

She mimicks zipping her mouth and throwing away the key just as I see the 'Leaving Sunnydale' sign. With a smirk, I push down on the gas, headed straight for it, successfully knocking it down before driving away.

"Spike, was that really necessary?" Bit asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Lets call it a ritual. Wouldn't be a true road trip without it," I reply, a smile appearing on my face before I can stop it.

"But you just broke our other deal by driving like a crazy dude! How do I know you won't go back on this one?"

"Oh c'mon! It was jus' a little fun! You really need to lighten up; you've been spending too much time with yer big sis."

She glares at me, but eventually gives and sighs, "I know, I know, I'm being a total killjoy. I guess Buffy's total-overprotectiveness has me going cuckoo-bananas."

"I think she's making us all 'cuckoo bananas,' Bit," I murmur, rolling my eyes.

"Now I'm even more hungry than I was fifteen minutes ago."

"Well then, now that I can walk outside without setting on fire, lets get ya a bite," I reply, not realizing the way I just phrased that.

The Bit's eyes widen slightly, but she shakes her head, "Y'know, if you were still all evil and non-chippy, I'd be scared right now. But since you aren't, I'm gonna let that slide."

"Oh thank God, Nibblet is going to let it slide," I reply sarcastically, giving her an 'are you serious' look before pulling into a 24-hour diner.

"Hey, I could be big and scary when I want to!" she says, slightly peeved as she glares daggers toward me.

"Oh yeah, big ferocious teenager! I'm shaking in my Doc Martins," I joke before shoving the door open and getting out.

"You should be!" her tongue sticks out at me, and it takes all I have not to roll my eyes. Soon after, she is out of the car and pushing past me into the diner so originally named, "Diner."

Annoyed, I follow her inside, causing the bell above the door to chime. So it's one of those places. I find her on the complete opposite side of the trailer, already with her nose shoved into a menu.

"Bloody 'ell, you'd think you hadn't eaten in months," I murmur, sliding into the booth across from her and pulling out a menu of my own.

"I haven't eaten out in months! Buffy thinks that going out to eat will make her fat," Nibblet answers from behind the menu, finally setting it down when she presumably found something she wanted.

"Well then, by all means. Order the whole bloody thing if ya want," I offer, my eyes still raking over the menu, searching for buffalo wings. 'Course it's a long shot that a place like this would have them, but maybe I have some more luck left in me.

Just then, the waitress walks up to us, and I can't help but feel her eyes peering over me before she says in a perky voice, "Hello, I'm Sally! I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

"We're actually ready to order," Nibblet says as I set my menu down, her eyes challenging me to turn the waitress away.

"Oh, okay! What do you want?" Sally asks, her tight red ponytail bouncing up and down as she attempts to contain her excitement. I swear, the girl makes me feel like my fangs are forming cavities just looking at her.

"I'll have the double cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate shake. With a cherry on top. Don't forget the cherry," the Bit orders, squirming slightly in her seat from the excitement.

"I'll have the spiciest item on the menu, then add some extra spice to really make it kick," I order, a smirk appearing on my face when the waitress's eyes widen, most likely from the accent. Birds in the States seem to like the accent.

"O-okay," Sally says, scribbling something down on her notepad. She eyes me again, causing me to raise an eyebrow and her to blush and practically run away to the kitchen.

"That girl is way too perky to be normal... is she a demon? Are there demons that are that perky?" Lil' Bit asks, her curiousity getting the better of her.

"No, she's not a demon. Trust me, if she was, she'd be dust by now... or have a broken neck. Depending on the kind of demon she was... but she isn't, so... No, the bird isn't a demon," I say, reiterating my deduction when the Bit gives me a look.

"Okay then," she says, holding her hands up in the surrender position. Putting them back by her sides, she continues, "So how much longer until we make it to LA?"

Shoving the two menus back behind the napkin dispenser, I shrug at her question, "'bout an hour, give or take."

"So... Angel's going to be there. And he's your, like, grandpa, right?"

"Grandsire," I reply automatically, not exactly liking the way this conversation is turning, "and I'd really rather not talk 'bout Peaches."

"Peaches? Can I call him that?" Bit asks, giggling with a hand in front of her mouth, trying to suppress them.

"Please, do. Anything that'll make 'im the least bit uncomfortable is gold in my book."

"Cool," she says, trying to comply with my request, but it doesn't take my vampire senses to tell that she is this close to blurting out fifty questions.

"Fine. You can ask one question, but only one. No more, and I mean it," I comply, waving my pointer finger at her and putting on my best 'I mean it' expression.

"Awesome!" she exclaims before tapping her chin with her pointer finger, trying to figure out the perfect three questions to ask me, "is there anything I should know about you two's past before we go in?"

Sighing, I run a hand through my hair, "Peaches an' I obviously have a history. Bottom line, we hate each others guts and would like to see them turn to dust at the eariest convenience. That being said, when we walk in, I'm most likely going to be attacked by either him or his... whatever they are. Just get as far away as you can and try not to get killed."

"I hated Angel when he dated my sister. He treated me like a baby and was a creepy broody vampire guy," Bit murmurs, crossing her arms and leaning back in the booth, "At least you treat me like an equal."

With a smirk, I lean forward, "Yer the little sister of the Slayer and the object of a hellbitch's affections. How could I treat you as less than me?"

"Well when you put it that way," she says with a laugh. When she gets control of herself again, she shakes her head, "I hope Angel doesn't send us somewhere weird like Whoawhattanation."

"Y'mean Whereamarranation?" I ask, chuckling as I lean back again. Just then, the food comes out and some weird looking chicken dish is placed in front of me.

"Order up!" Sally exclaims, bouncing up and down with excitement, her ponytail following her movements, "if you two need anything else, don't hesitate to ask me!"

"Thanks!" Bit exclaims before shoving the cheeseburger in her mouth happily. I pick up a fork and knife, digging into whatever the 'ell the bird gave me. Taking a bite, my eyebrows raise, "Bloody 'ell, that's good!"

"Mine's better," Nibblet argues between bites, a self-satisfied smirk appearing on her face.

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up and chew."

Well, that concludes that chapter. Please remember to review, since that's what keeps me writing! Thanks for reading :D