Chapter 459
On Friday May 3rd Angel, Spike, and Darla were in Spikes crypt. The three of them were planning to attend Dracula's vampire ball tomorrow evening. Dracula was planning a show of strength, Buffy wanted one too. These three were basically allies of the new slayer. Except for Angel's soul, and the absence of Drusilla, this almost felt like the old days. At the moment Spike was again complainig about Drusilla leaving him.
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Spike: What was all that about me going soft. I'm a bad boy.
Angel: We know.
Spike: I'm an evil soulless monster.
Darla: You're preaching to the choir.
Spike: What do I have to do, grow a devil beard?
Angel: Is that like a goatee?
Spike: No.
Darla: I thik it can be.
Spike: Really? Think I could?
Angel: I'm sorry Dru broke up with you Spike. But you have to get over it. We're the good guys now.
Spike: Are we now?
Angel: We're trying to save the world.
Spike: Yeah, because I like this world. Even withou Dru we have dog racing, Manchester United. And we have people. Billions of people walking around like happ meals with legs.
Darla: What about the fact that we love?
Spike: I'm glad you two have Conner, and each other. I choose this side because I reject the woman I love because I value my own un-life more. It's about survival for us, for Dracula, Adam, President Wilkins.
Angel: Then enlighten us Spike. What would make us good?
Spike: Sacrifice. Doing good, saving people with absolutely no hope of reward and at a cost to us. I might not be capable of that, but at least I admit it.