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One week. Seven days. One hundred sixty-eight hours. That’s how long it had been since their battle with the First.
In a way, it seemed like years. In another, it seemed like yesterday.
Buffy couldn’t stop thinking about the way Spike had denied her when she had poured her heart out to him.
Every time she closed her eyes she saw his face.
Maybe he was right. Maybe she hadn’t loved him at the time, but...
Spike was gone. It didn’t matter how she felt about him now. He had died saving the world. And he wasn’t coming back.
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FROM THE DIARY OF DAWN SUMMERS:
May 28, 2003
I can’t believe it! We finally have clothes! After Buffy and Faith came back from their very first case ever, which they got paid for, they took all of us, even Andrew to the mall to buy us clothes.
I was surprised when Xander agreed to go along. He’s usually so anti-clothes shopping. But I guess he was getting tired of borrowing Angel’s. But I have to admit, he was looking kinda hot in Angel’s clothes so it’s a little sad to see him go back to the way he used to dress. But I’m over him. That crush is long gone. Besides, he thinks of me more as a sister than anything anyway. So, why bother pining over something that will never be?
Besides, he misses Anya. I know they weren’t together when she died, but he obviously still had feelings for her. Even after the ‘breakup sex’ Andrew so conveniently noted during that meeting Anya was in charge of.
What is his deal anyway? He’s not a hostage anymore. Why doesn’t he just leave? Probably because he has nowhere else to go. I don’t know why Buffy even puts up with him anymore. Well, he is good with the cooking and the cleaning. And those mints on the pillow aren’t that annoying. They’re actually kinda tasty. I guess it’s not that bad having him around.
Ok, this is wrong. I think that maybe a little tiny part of me may posibly have a little teeny tiny crush on Andrew! That is wrong on so many levels. Does he even like girls? I’ve seen the way he used to look at Spike. And the way he sometimes looks at Xander. But he looks at Buffy and Faith that way too. It’s all very confusing. But its not like I’d ever date him or anything. That would just be wrong. He killed his best friend! OF course the First had a hand in that, but still... Oh, and he thought the First was Warren. So maybe he had a thing with Warren, or wanted to.
Why am I even talking about this anymore? It isn’t even a subject I want to think about, much less write about.
I should get to sleep. Tomorrow will probably be a busy day. We made fliers and handed them out most of today. Hopefully we’ll get some clients. Buffy said we need money before we can figure out what our next move will be. I’m in charge of the phones!
***
“Angel Investigations,” Dawn said into the phone. “We help the hopeless?”
“Dawn?”
“Oh,” Dawn said, disappointed. “Yeah.”
“I’m just calling to check in,” Buffy said. “Did we get any calls?”
“Just you,” Dawn replied.
“Oh,” Buffy said, also disappointed. “Well, I’m sure the phones will start ringing off the hook any second now.”
“Buffy, it’s almost ten-thirty. Nobodies gonna call.
“I know,” Buffy said. “Well, you should probably head up to bed soon.”
“When will you be back?”
“I’m actually on my way now. So, in about three minutes.”
“Ok,” Dawn said.
“Wait,” Buffy said. “I might be a little delayed.”
“Vampires?”
“Just one,” the slayer said as she ended the call.
Dawn hung up the phone and sighed. “Maybe we should do a commercial,” she said aloud.
“You think it would help?” Kennedy asked.
Dawn shrugged.
“That was Buffy, right?” Kennedy asked.
Dawn nodded. “She had to stop and slay a vampire. She should be here soon.”
***
“Spike!” Drusilla cried suddenly.
Bad dream?” The blond vampire nest to her asked.
Drusilla glared at him.
“Right,” he conceded. “Same dream, huh luv?”
Drusilla’s eyes flashed with anger as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled, hard. Nearly ripping it off his scalp.
“Ow,” he cried, swerving the car. “Sorry, I forgot!”
Dru let go on his hair.
The blond vampire let out a heavy sigh. “You’re one crazy lady, honey,” he cringed.
Dru smiled.
“So, I can call you ‘honey?’”
“Of course,” Dru said, scooting closer to him. “But I would prefer princess,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “And what would you like me to call you?” she whispered.
“I’m kindof partial to ‘Dave,’” he said. “Since that’s my name.”
She was obviously disappointed.
He sighed. “What do you want to call me?”
Dru thought about it for a few seconds. “How about ‘Samantha?’”
Dave slammed on the brakes.
“Why did we stop?”
“Because the road is gone!” Dave cried.
Dru turned to gaze out the windshield and gasped.
Dave opened his door and got out of the car. Dru followed.
“It’s true,” she said softly, gazing down at the crater that was once Sunnydale. “I saw it, but I didn’t want to believe it.”
When Dave had first picked her up on the side of the road the night before she had been soaking wet. As a rule, he never picked up hitchhikers, but... she was hot.
They’d rented a motel room together and he thought he was gonna get lucky, but what he got was so much better.
His first kill was the desk clerk at the motel. His second, the desk clerks wife.
And then, they had driven her.
“Damn,” Dave said. “What happened here?”
“Hell,” Dru said. “It gobbled up my Spikey.”
And for the twenty-seventh time in the past hour Dave thought: This lady is INSANE!!!!!!!!!!
Dru got back into the car, Dave followed.
“Where to now princess?” he asked.
“The city of Angel,” she replied with a far away look in her eyes.
“Don’t you mean ‘Angels?’”
“No,” she said firmly.
Three four later they pulled into the parking lot of a motel in the middle of LA. They would’ve been there sooner, but they stopped to get a bite to eat on the way.
Dru wanted to kill the night clerk, but Dave wouldn’t let her. So she pouted.
“If it means that much to you, you can kill him before we leave,” he said. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea to draw attention to the place where we’re staying,”
Dru smiled proudly. “My Samantha is smart,” she said.
Dave cringed and decided then and there that he seriously needed to get her to come up with a new nickname for him.
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