Spike sighed. He put more weight on the pedal. Good thing they were in the middle of nowhere; or there would have been a long line of cars following him—police cars. Since the road was so straight, Spike didn’t really have to watch the road. So he glanced at Dru, who was sleeping next to him. She looked so innocent while she slept. That was all she did now. While Spike couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept. He’d just driven, not to anywhere in particular, but just away from Sunnydale. He couldn’t stand the fact that he’d failed.
He’d killed two slayers before, but Buffy had been more than them. He’d lost almost everything, and now Dru was basically gone too. He frowned, wondering if Angel was really dead, or if he was just rotting away somewhere. Although it didn’t really matter. Dru was still in shock. Spike slammed his fist against the window in his rage against Angel as he jammed his foot down harder on the accelerator pedal. The damn thing just wouldn’t go any faster. Spike thought about getting a new car. But where? His thoughts turned dark again and he smashed his fist harder against the window.
Suddenly a few shards of glass fell away from the window. Spike watched in horror as a thin ray of light shot through the miniscule hole. But then he sighed in relief—the rest of the window was still intact. He’d have to be more careful. He looked at the steering wheel. There were so many claw marks on it where Dru had grabbed him in her sleep. Then a piercing shriek burst into his thoughts. Recognizing its source instantly, Spike looked over to Dru. While the faint light had missed him completely, Dru was in its way, and it devoured her in a frenzy. Within seconds, Miss Edith was covered in a film of dust. Drusilla’s dust. Spike sat there, aghast. An hour passed. Finally, he reached into the side of the door. Ripping off a bit with his teeth, he covered the hole with a piece of duct tape. Spike wondered if it had really been an accident. Somehow, when he’d run away with Dru, he’d felt something was missing. And strangely, now he felt better, as if Dru had been a burden. He wondered, had it been his subconscious? Had he really meant to kill Dru?
As he pondered, he suddenly had a thought. Turning the key, the tires emitted a reluctant screech. Spike sped away—in the opposite direction as he'd been coming in. He knew what he had to do.
Fin du premiere chapitre.
Chapter Twp
The night was young. Spike had been driving for hours. He and Dru had gotten pretty far away from Sunnydale before her demise.
Spike neared a town. “Welcome to Desperation,” a sign read. “Just my kind of town,” thought Spike. He drove a little farther. “Then again, maybe not,” he decided. He’d seen the dead coyote hanging across the top of the sign. He’d thought that this specific Desperation had only existed in Stephan King’s book. Although he supposed it could happen. Spike drove on.
Along the highway after a bit, Spike saw lights in the distance. Bobbing up and down. As he neared the lights, he took one look at them… And took a double take. “What the bloody hell—“ he sputtered. Then everything went black.
When he came to, Spike was… Sitting in his car—outside Sunnydale. Spike shook his head. And wondered what had just happened. On the other hand, he’d gotten a remarkably good night’s sleep. Or however long it had been.
Spike got out of the car, the moonlight shining on it. He walked towards Sunnydale. Down the street, on the sidewalk. He passed a couple trees, a couple mailboxes. Until finally he reached the border of Sunnydale. He tried to move on. But found that he couldn’t. There was some sort of invisible wall. Spike swore. He’d come back, just to be shut out. “Maybe I should just wait until the sunrise,” he thought. He tried to stick his hand through the air where he couldn’t get through. It was exactly like a wall. He tried to bang on it, to break in.
“It’s not going to work any time soon, Spike hon,” a voice said near him.
“What the bloody hell?!” Spike muttered. Turning around, he saw Buffy. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Slayer! It must be my good luck! What the bloody hell are you trying to do? Do you think you’re accomplishing anything by shutting me out of Sunnydale?”
“Some people just have to assume it’s my fault, huh?” Buffy muttered. “Well, Roller Boy, if you must know, I was here a while ago. And I can’t get in either.”
“Do we know that there’s anyone in there anyway?” Spike almost yelled. He was getting quite frustrated.
“Um, take a look behind you, hon,” Buffy replied, raising an eyebrow.
Spike turned to look at Sunnydale. And saw Willow waving to them.
“Oh, just peachy. The bloody Slayer and her little Slayerette,” Spike said. “I hope this isn’t one of your pathetic little plots to kill me, hmmm?”
“No, I’d have to be Dru to think up something that stupid,” Buffy returned. “I hope that wasn’t your idea of an insult, hmmm?”
Spike shut up. He and Buffy turned to Willow. Somehow Willow didn’t look very friendly.
“Hi. Listen carefully, I’m only saying this once,” Willow said. And she told them what they had to do.
Buffy and Spike looked at each other. With hatred in their eyes. However, they had work to do.
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