Act One, Scene One, “Past Lives On”
Enter in a wet Rome, glide about the paved, wet street up to a window, rain drops streaming down. There in that window we see a somber Spike, staring out vacantly down the street. He runs his finger down the pane, as if trying to touch someone or something far away.
Spike (under his breath): Why did you leave me? So young, I guess... Even if... You wouldn’t want to be with me. I was so selfish. I can’t hold your head under the water again. Drowning is too hard... And now I get it. Now I know.
Camera view broadens and you see Illyria walking around in the background.
Illyria: Why do you talk to the girl like she can hear you?
Spike turns to look at her, anger flashing in his eyes.
Spike (as if trying to withhold temper): Because.
Illyria: I dislike it when you do that, human. I am not a child and that will not silence me.
Spike (less withheld): I’m not trying to treat you like a child. I’m trying not to rip your bloody head off your bloody neck. I don’t know why and I can’t explain something you weren’t even supposed to hear!
Illyria: Why do you speak for no one, human?
Spike: I speak for me. Isn’t that enough?
Illyria: But the words you say are for her. Why do you say things to a person who will not talk back?
Spike: Because that’s the only way I can say things to her.
Illyria: You are a dreamer, Spike. I can understand that. But the part that does not make sense, is why you chase them.
Spike: Man’s gotta have hope.
Illyria: But you were not always a man.
Spike: I was, somewhere. ‘Llyria, just go. I can’t... do this again.
Illyria: But you once told me when I was... When I was her, that talking helps.
Spike: Yeah, well... That was then. This is now.
Illyria: Why do you try my patience? My questions seem simple enough to me.
Spike (angry-esque): I try your patience? Why can’t you get it through your thick skull? People don’t have reasons for everything they do. They just... do them. I can’t explain things like that to you. If you don’t get it, well, welcome to the waiting room. Get a number.
Illyria: You do not have to use metaphors with me. I do understand things.
Spike (sarcastically): Hm, right. This is fun and all, but I do have a life.
Illyria: But you are abusing it. Think of Angel-
Spike (angry): No, I’m going to bollucksing bring him into this! ‘Llyria, I can’t do this! I’m not him!
Illyria: But you are! You are so like him. Why do you mourn so if you do not want to be like him?
Spike (quietly) : I mourn because I loved him. And it’s so hard to loose two people so close to your heart... one right after the other. Like flies.
Illyria: But then why not become like them? Why not finish the work they started? If you love them so much, why not make sure they are happy wherever they are because they know you will continue and expand upon what they started?
Spike sits down in a chair facing the window away from Illyria.
Spike: I can’t do that.
Illyria: Angel thought you could.
Spike: Yeah, well, Angel has a tendency to think when he’s gone, things get better. They never get better. They get worse. And... I don’t think he knew.
Illyria: You do not think he knew what?
Spike: That I love him. Not the way you might be familiar with the word, a different love. Like... You’d have to... He’s the only thing I had for a long time. And when you loose that link... Things seem to fall apart and life isn’t worth living. And that means I loved him. I knew then... But... I loved him.
Illyria: Do you not love him now?
Spike: You can’t love a dead person.
Illyria: Were you not a dead person? Were you not loved?
Spike: No, not me. I wasn’t loved. I might have been, but I lost it or never found it far too quickly for any of it to be called love. Drusilla just needed closure. I was there, she never was. That’s not love. And Buffy... God, Buffy.
Illyria: So now you are saying vampires can not be loved.
Spike: No, I never said that. I said I can’t be loved. Angel was loved. Drusilla was loved. Darla might have been if ever given a fair chance. Others probably were too. I never said that.
Illyria: Then why do you say you were not?
Spike: I told you.
Illyria: Did not all those you loved return the affection?
Spike: I don’t know! I just don’t know! Why do you have to ask so many hard questions? My brain doesn't need any more significant trauma, all right?
Illyria: Fine, I will let you be. But you could be a hero.
Illyria exits.
Spike (to himself): I could never be a hero.
END SCENE
Act One, Scene Two, “Bar Fight”
2 years later subtitle thingy.
We enter in a bar, Spike sitting up at the counter, conversing with the demon guy. They are speaking in Italian, which I have no clue how to speak, so these are the subtitles that will appear.
Spike: Hit me again.
Bartender: Sorry, Spike. I’m going to have to cut you off. You’ve had far too much to drink tonight.
Spike: Who do you think you are intervening? Just give me another.
Bartender: Ordinarily, I wouldn’t care, but considering your tab is all dried up, I can’t really give you another.
Spike slaps money down on the table.
Spike: Hit me again.
Bartender (under breath): Arrogant bastard.
Spike stands up.
Spike: What was that?
Bartender: Nothing. I don’t think you could take me. I heard a rumor that you were out of the fighting ranks, man.
Spike: Out of the fighting ranks?
Spike grabs the bartender around the neck.
Spike (continued): I’ll show you out of the fighting ranks, bitch.
He tosses the demon over the counter and starts beating the crud out of him. Another demon jumps up behind Spike and suddenly the whole bar is going at it. Spike fights of the demons and gets jumped by an unseen someone. He growls and throws the unseen of him and then looks down into his face. It’s Xander.
Xander (yelling over noise): Spike?
Spike (yelling): Xander? Xander Harris?
Xander (yelling): What the hell are you doing in Rome? Oh, you were working with Angel, weren’t you? Is he up here too?
Spike (yelling): I imagine not. Since he’s dead.
Xander (yelling): I don’t think I heard you right. Did you say ‘dead’?
Spike (yelling): You did here me right, you big poof. Angel is dead. Get over it like the rest of the world.
Xander (yelling): Think you could help me up?
Spike sticks out a hand and pulls Xander up.
Xander (continued) (yelling): Let’s go to the Cafe’. Have a better conversation.
Spike leads the way and they exit.
END SCENE
Act One, Scene Three, “In the Cafe’”
Enter at table, Xander and Spike sipping cappuccinos.
Xander: So, the original vamp with a soul has bitten the dust?
Spike: Yeah. Couple years ago.
Xander: Never thought I’d be sad to see that day.
Spike: Me neither.
Xander: So, why are you up in Rome not working for Wolfram and Hart?
Spike: I don’t think even I can answer that question. Originally, it was to win over Buffy after Angel was gone. Very petty, I know. But then, when I found out...
Xander: Found out what?
Spike: Hate to break it to you, but Buffy’s dead too. (Looks down at hands) Came up here, Andrew told me.
Xander: Andrew? Andrew? And he didn’t tell anyone else? He didn’t take out his damn address book and call me? Buffy was my best friend! Buffy was my life! Buffy was my everything!
Spike: Buffy was everything. And it doesn't matter if she’s alive or in the ground-
Xander: How can you-
Spike: Let me finish, she’s alive in us. In our good and our love for her and her memory and continuing the mission she was so much a part of.
Xander: You’ve been working on that speech, haven’t you?
Spike: Little bit, yeah.
Xander: I can’t pretend not to be...
Spike: Pissed?
Xander: No, pick another one.
Spike: Um... Grief-stricken?
Xander: Better.
Spike: Buggered?
Xander: I can’t pretend not to be buggered? Where are you getting this stuff?
Spike: Fine. You can’t pretend not to be pained?
Xander: There we go. I can’t pretend not to be pained, but I think Buffy wouldn’t want me all mad at the world. I think she would have wanted me helping.
Spike: Yeah. Easy enough to say. Easy enough to hope that’s what she would have wanted. Buffy was a strange one.
Xander: Yeah. A strange one indeed.
Silence.
Xander (continued): So what have you been up to?
Spike: You’d be surprised at the demonic activity in Rome. Been keeping busy.
Xander: All by yourself?
Spike: (nodding) I’m freelance.
Xander: I was into that whole scene for awhile. I thought you were with Angel’s surviving crew?
Spike: What surviving crew? They’re all gone. There was Illyria. She was a big... Inspirer for what I am now, but she died... winning something for me.
Xander: Heroic. What did she win?
Spike: I don’t really think we need to go into that. It’s not... important. What brings you to Rome? Looking for...?
Xander: A mission. Life has little meaning without a mission.
Spike: I would offer, but...
Xander: I say yes! I say yes, yes, yes, yes! You got money? ‘Cause I’m kinda... really broke.
Spike: I’m freelance.
Xander: Yeah, I got that earlier. We can be freelance together.
Spike: Are you completely daft? I’m a lone wolf.
Xander: Yeah, lot’s of people are. What difference does that make?
Spike: You do remember you hate me, right?
Xander: Hate, love. It’s all the same to me.
Spike: What do you want?
Xander: Do I have to want something? Can ‘t I just be humbly interested?
Spike: Yes for the first question, no for the second. What do you want?
Xander: Money. I was kinda going with money there.
Spike: I’m not giving you money.
Xander: And I wasn’t banking on getting it from you in the first place. But I think-
Spike: But you think what? You think I’m going to drop everything and help the great Xander ‘cause he’s having money trouble?
Xander: Well, no-
Spike: What did you think? Really, I’d like to hear this.
Spike sits back and crosses his arms over his chest.
Xander: Well, I don’t know, do I? Look, I’m not asking for some sort of commitment, but please, I need your help. I’m sure you can do it all alone, but I can’t.
Spike: Can’t do what all alone?
Xander: This... This life stuff. Buffy did the life stuff. I did the Xander stuff. Story of my world, but if I can’t do that Xander stuff, I’m going to have to do the life stuff and I don’t even know how and I just wish someone would do the life stuff for me-
Spike: I’ll do the life stuff for you. Don’t know why I’m saying this, but I’ll do the life stuff for you.
Xander: You will? If you weren’t so Spike-like, I think I’d give you a hug.
Spike: Damn glad I’m Spike-like. What sort of life stuff did you have in mind?
Xander: I don’t really know. See, this is what I don’t like about reunions. It’s pretty much like “Hi, we had this thing and now, we have a thing and now we don’t know what the hell to do.”
Spike: We never had a thing.
Xander: Oh, right. The whole us not having a thing spiel.
Spike: I’m not very good at life stuff either.
Xander: Guess it’s easier, then.
Spike: What’s easier?
Xander: Being guys who can’t handle life stuff together.
Spike: Hm. Might be, we’ll just have to see.
END ACT
Act Two, Scene Four, “Can’t See His Strength”
Enter in an alley, Spike walking by himself.
Spike (to himself): “Oh, let’s be partners ‘cause we’re both such big losers and I loooove you, Spike.” God, I’m such a sap. Should have told him no right off the bat. Should have left him on the ground in the bar is what I shoulda done. I shoulda- (stops at the sound of feet hitting the ground behind him) I can hear you, you know.
He turns to find himself face to face with a girl about seventeen, dark brown hair, medium height, very stalker, urban, “I’m gonna kick your ass” looking, but she throws off the whole balance with her very, very clearly Scottish accent.
Z: Is that right? Thought you were all human now. Got over that whole heightened senses thing.
Spike: Who are you?
Z: I’m Z. Think that’s all you need to know, aye? Look, I know who you are, so it doesn't matter in the end, now does it?
Spike: Yeah, how ‘bout that? Didn’t think anyone knew I’d gone reform. How’d you get wind?
Z: Person hears things. Now, you explain to me (steps toward Spike and puts her hand on his chest and feels a very clear heartbeat.) how you have that and can do (Spike snarls and throws her against the wall. She laughs) that.
Spike: Illyria.
Z: Whozat?
Spike: Fallen God King.
Z: Whatever. She was hot for you, no?
Spike: No. She wasn’t. She just knew this world was a little short on champions. Dug me out of my depression and beat up the PTB to get me my vampire powers back.
Z: So you’re a vampire, but you’re... not?
Spike: That’s pretty much the extent of it, yeah.
Z: Huh.
Spike: I think I’ve told you enough. Who the hell are you?
Z: No need to get shirty. I’m Z. I told you.
Spike: Tell me a little bit more. Z stand for anything?
Z: Yeah, but no one’s going to be talking about that anytime soon.
Spike: Fine, I’ll keep it simple. What are you doing in an alley talking to me?
Z: Well, I’m your mission, aren’t I?
Spike: What’s that supposed to mean?
Z: I’m not really sure. I get the missals, get the gigs, you know. I don’t really get the specifics. Andrew, he told me to swing up here.
Spike: Andrew told you, did he? So you’re a Slayer?
Z: Oh, hell no. No Slayer. I’m just... me.
Spike: And what can “me” do?
Z: Me can read minds. Andrew told me that the PTB, if you will (Spike nods), that they sensed a growing power in you and that it was time for me to master this... gift, if you will.
Spike: And what I am supposed to will?
Z: We’re partners, aren’t we? (smiles)
Spike: We aren’t. (turns)
Z: Hey, you can’t just leave me! I came all the way from Perth and get my ass landed in Rome and you just turn around, I don’t think so!
Spike: No one asked what you thought, Z.
Z runs up and grabs him around the arm, turning him. Spike gives her an impatient eye roll.
Spike (continued): What do you want me to do? Get down on my knees and beg you to help me do whatever the hell Andrew says I need to do?
Z: That would be nice, but no. I’m supposed to help you. Andrew told me-
Spike: I don’t care what Andrew told you! Andrew’s just a bigger loser than me! I’ve got a partner anyway.
Z: Yeah, right, like I’d believe that.
Spike: Believe it, sister.
Z: Who?
Spike: Xander. Reckon you heard of him. Pirate-like fellow, with the eye patch. (Z gives him a blank look) All right, maybe he isn’t as well known as all that. Andrew doesn't talk about him anymore?
Z: Andrew, he mostly talks about you.
Spike: Great. I swear, I thought he was over that.
Z: I have no clue what you’re talking about and I don’t care. I’m not here for all that. Look, you’re wasting my time-
Spike: No, I think you’re wasting mine. Let me go and I’ll be off on my merry way.
Z: See, I can’t do that. I got here, didn’t I? I’m not going to let you say no.
Spike: Fine, don’t let me. I’ll do it anyway. No, no, no, no-
Z: Stop it, will you? I dropped everything to come here for you and what do you do?
Spike: I’ve had a lot of people forcing themselves on me as of late. I’m not interested in any help, all right?
Z: I’m not here to help you! I’m here because I have to be! You’ve come to terms with a lot, right? Well, I have too. I came here because Andrew told me it was destiny. And you have a tendency to want your destiny to be your making, but a lot of the time, you don’t really get a choice. I’d much rather be home, glaring at the little Slayer punks, but I have to be here, in this wet alley, with a blighter more disagreeable than me, which is really saying something. Look, I know you’re probably a big asset, a big player in the whole world saving, demon fighting scene, but I’m not seeing it. I don’t know what happened to you and I don’t care. I heard you were this big noble, self-sacrificing, trusting in fate, “I’m stronger than ye” guy and if you aren’t, then yeah, you’re wasting my time. I didn’t come across half the continent to get told the man I came looking for isn’t here anymore.
Spike: But he isn’t. He isn’t! If you want him, you go reanimate Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Dark Avenger! If you want someone like that, find them. I’m just me! I’m just Spike! You don’t know me, so don’t come prancing in here telling me you’re my fate, my destiny. You don’t know me!
Z: I do! I do! I do know you! You just can’t see it! You where your soul out on your sleeves and I can see it! I can read you like an open book! I can read minds, remember? Yeah, well, that means I know a little more about you than you would think. And I don’t want Buffy or Angel. They aren’t what I fight for. They aren’t what I came here for. I came for Spike. I came for him. (pokes him the chest) And if you won’t be him, I’m gonna pack up everything and go home.
Spike: I’m not really sure who him is, to tell you the truth.
Z: Then it’s about time we found that out, huh?
Spike: Fine. Whatever you want. Can I just go home?
Z: Where do you live?
Spike: Two room apartment. Just up the street.
Z: All right then. I’ll get my bags from the air port in the morning.
Spike: Oh, no. Wait just a minute-
Z: I think I’ve waited enough minutes. I’m a good girl, won’t bother you a bit.
Spike: That’s not what bothers me. It’s my house. Mine.
Z: What, you were an only child? Think it’s time you learned to share, Spikey. I’m not asking for some kinda commitment, just need a place to crash for a couple of days.
Spike: Again, not so much what bothers me. I don’t want the both of you in my house!
Z: The both of us? Is there another one of me I didn’t know about?
Spike: Xander?
Z: Is at your house? Andrew told me you swung sideways, but I really wasn’t thinking that far...
Spike: You know what I meant! Look, you can bunk with him if you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Z: Wouldn’t dream of it.
END SCENE
Act Two, Scene Five, “Roomies”
Enter with Spike unlocking the door to his apartment, it swinging open to reveal Xander cramming Wheetabix. He smiles with his mouth full and Spike shakes his head.
Spike: Home sweet home.
Z: Nice place.
Spike: Yeah. Need me, I’ll be in the shower. Please don’t need me.
Spike exits into a door on the right, his bedroom. Xander swallows the food in his mouth and turns, sizing up Z.
Z: Hey. Z. Is me.
Xander: I be Xander. Welcome to Spike’s humble abode. I’ll do my best to make you feel welcome, but I think Spike made it very clear neither one of is particularly welcome. Wheetabix? (sticks out box)
Z: (accepts bow with wide eyes) Thanks! Bugger, was I ever hungry.
Xander: You must be from jolly ol’ England too, then.
Z: Hell no. I’m just a little more North on the jolliness. Scotland.
Xander: Spank me for my ignorance of Europe.
Z: We’ll just save that for later. So, what brings you to Rome?
Xander: Aw, nothing. Just looking up old buddies. And what brought you?
Z: Spike, actually.
Xander: You know him?
Z: Know of him. Never met him before if that’s what you meant.
Xander: So our little Spikey is famous?
Z: Well, yeah, why not? I mean, it’s not every vampire that fights for his soul and then gets turned human, now is it? And keeps his vampire powers to boot.
Xander: Huh? What are you... Spike’s human?!
Z: You mean you didn’t know? Huh.
Xander: Must have slipped his mind. I’ll be... Back.
Xander slides out, Z shrugs and continues stuffing herself with Wheetabix. We see Xander exit into the room Spike exited in earlier. The camera watches Z eat Wheetabix. We hear a girl like scream, Z completely unfazed, eating the cereal. Then we see Xander run out, wet towels being hurled at him and then finally a toilet paper roll and he slams the door, leaning against it, panting.
Xander: I don’t recommend attempting to talk to that guy while he’s in the shower.
Z: Well, even I could have told you that. Should have. As soon as I read that idea in that fascinating little head of yours, I should have given you a heads up. (laughs at own joke) Heads up.
Xander: Read? You can read heads? I mean, minds.
Z: Yep. Mind reader is me.
Xander: Could have been informed of that, too. But I won’t hold it against you. Note to self: No walking in on Spike. He no likey.
Z: And you’re saying you would?
Xander: Not like, but I wouldn’t hurl things at the person who did. He shoulda locked the door. I guess he forgot the oh so important lesson of living with other people.
Z: A lesson most never forget. It takes a special brain to forget those lessons.
Xander: I think it was the cell damage Spike got when he had that neurological device of pain, the Initiative chip!
Z: Chip? Like... (looks around, finds a Lays bag) Those?
Xander: A little bit different. Piece of technology. They put in his brain when he was still all “I vant to suck your blood” and it made him like... a vegetable. Not able to hurt anyone, that kind of thing.
Z: What did it do, kill of his brain cells one by one?
Xander: No, pretty much cluster by cluster. Poor guy.
Spike steps out of the room, comb in his hair, slicking it back. He gives Xander an evil glare.
Xander: Don’t you lock your doors?
Spike: Don’t you knock? Or will I have to give you a step-by-step?
Xander: Fine, fine. You win. But, first, how come you didn’t tell me you were all human?
Spike: Didn’t think it really mattered is all.
Xander: Didn’t think it really mattered? Are you stupid? Of course it matters! Now I don’t have a good reason to hate you. Damn.
Xander puts his hands on Spike’s exposed chest. He moves his hands all over.
Xander (continued): Hey, you have a heartbeat! Hey, your skin is all warm! Hey, I can see the blood in your veins! Hey, you’re all-
Spike takes Xander’s hands and puts them down at his sides, giving him the signature eyebrow raise.
Xander (continued): Sorry.
Spike: Yes, we’re all over the Spike is all human drama. And do I have to remind you of the “Hands to yourself” rule, Mr. Harris?
Xander: No, no, that’s okay. I think... I got it.
Spike: Good. All right, so I assume you guys are getting along famously.
Z (nods): I think famously fits well. (kicks feet up on counter) Xander has the strange American charm-
Spike: Don’t need to know that much. (points at Z) You, feet down. Now listen, any of you have some sort of plan?
Xander: Well, I was sorta thinking about going to see the Colosseum today-
Spike: Not those kinds of plans, I was talking about us. The whole demon fighting thing?
Xander: Oh, no. Didn’t really get around to booking those just... yet.
Spike: Uh-huh and you? (addressing Z)
Z: (puts hands up defensively) I’m new here!
Spike: Great. Well... I’m going to hit the bars, see if anyone knows what’s going on, that sort of thing. Xander, you show Z around. Have a good old time of it. Just make sure this (hands him a cell phone) is on. And use this (slaps money in his hand) to get yourself a Moped. My number should be saved in there. It’ll say Spike calling if I give you a ring. Now (guides Xander to the door, leaves him there, guides Z out of her seat and to the door), you kids go have fun.
Xander: You sure?
Spike: Yes, now go!
Z: Are you sure you’re sure?
Spike: Go!
Xander: Gone! Come on, Z.
They exit and we see Spike take a giant sigh.
END SCENE
Act Two, Scene Six, “Help”
Enter with Xander and Z licking ice cream cones, sitting on the edge of the lovely paved sidewalk, Moped parked right next to them.
Xander: God, I love this.
Z: Is pleasant.
Xander: We never get to do stuff like this in the US of A.
Z: That’s the beauty of Europe. America doesn't really apply.
Xander: Makes you proud to think you were born here. Or your lineage was, whatever.
Z: So, what do you think Spike’s up to?
Xander: Not sure. (whips phone out of pocket) Still hasn’t called, so I figure he must be safe.
Cut to Spike.
Spike is being held at the throat by a big gigantic demon dude. His toes are way far from the ground.
Spike: (weakly, ‘cause you know, being choke-a-fyed) Help.
END ACT
Act Three, Scene Seven, “Plucked and Cornered”
Enter with Spike getting repeatedly punched in the face.
Spike: Ow. (Punched) Ow. (Punched) Ow. (Punched) OW! All right, that’s enough! (kicks dude demon in the face) Yeah, now I need some help. Cell phone, cell phone, cell phone. (digs in duster pockets and whips out cell phone, but is snatched away and broken beneath powerfully clawed hands) Hey! That was mine!
Demon Dude: Now it’s dust. Like you’re going to be, vampire. (throws a punch)
Spike (catches fist): Not a vampire. (breaks demon’s wrist in his hand)
Cut to Xander and Z.
Z: Hey, it’s almost dark, I think we should be getting back, aye?
Xander: I guess. But Spike, he should have called. I have a bad feeling about this.
Z: Is it just because of all the mini-pizzas? ‘Cause I told you not to eat that many.
Xander: Did not.
Z: Did to.
Xander: Fine, did to.
Z: Did not! Damn! I hate it when people do that to me! (punches Xander in the arm)
Xander: Ow! Too bad it’s so easy. Well, on our way back to Spike’s Pad O’ Love, we better see if we can see him. You know, pop our heads into the bars, nothing to drastic.
Z: All right. He’s probably at home, taking another shower.
Cut to Spike, “taking another shower”.
He’s in a puddle getting beat up by a gang of demons just like the first demon dude.
Spike: Let me go, you bastards! (kicks and squirms, but gets a boot to the stomach) (coughs) (roars) I’m getting out of here! Friends or no friends. (takes down the nearest demon)
Cut to Xander and Z.
Xander: Bleached blond, kinda medium, very attractive in a darned sinister way? Did he maybe come in tonight?
Bartender shakes his head.
Cut to Spike.
Spike: (laughs) You’re all tired out! If I had known it was that easy-
Demon Dude: Not that easy. (hits him in the back of the head and he falls forward into the wet pavement)
Cut to Xander and Z.
Z: Five bars. No Spike. I’m telling you, he’s got to be back at his “Pad O’ Love”.
Xander: Well, I’m telling you he’s not! And I’m going to find him, even if it takes all damn night.
Z: I was afraid you’d say that. Well, we better go find him, then, huh?
END SCENE
Act Three, Scene Eight, “Wet Heroics”
Enter with Spike screaming and kicking and punching in the same alley we left him in, though he is slightly more wet.
Demon Dude: If I had known you were such a fighter, I would have picked someone a little easier to swallow.
Spike: Yeah, and you would have had to deal with me either way.
Demon Dude: If it’s just you I’m dealing with, I don’t really have a problem.
Enter Z and Xander, looking like wet, tired heroes.
Z: Not just him. (kicks nearest demon dude)
Spike: You’re here!
Xander: Why didn’t you call us?
Spike: Poof snapped by bloody phone into a million pieces. (punches out demon dude)
Z: Sounds awfully simple. (kicks demon dude in the face)
Spike: Sure. Sounds. Now, enough talk, demon fighting.
Big fight with lots of killing and they come out the victors, but not without a few wiggles of “OW!” otherwise, you know, no fun. Lots of really cool kicks and stuff like that. Then the three friends smile that “We lived” smile.
END SCENE
Act Three, Scene Nine, “Redemption Is A Big Bugger”
Enter in the same wet alleyway we left off in.
Xander: Hey, we did it.
Z: Not exactly sure what we did, but we did it.
Spike: We kicked a little demon booty is what we did. (smiles)
Xander: So what are we going to do now?
Spike: Heard there was a Hellmouth in Cleveland?
Xander: Willow and Giles and some Slayers Andrew didn’t manage to scrounge got that covered.
Z: What’s a Hellmouth?
Xander: Long story not worth the trouble it would be telling it.
Spike: It’s a demon magnet.
Xander: And once again, I is proven wrong.
Z: You is proven wrong a lot.
Xander: I’m starting to get that.
Spike: I don’t think we need to look to the future.
Z: What do you figure?
Spike: Well, we’ve got now to think about, haven’t we?
Xander: You mean, you don’t see the big redemption path in your future.
Spike: Redemption is a bugger.
Z: Redemption is a big bugger.
Xander: Yay! (throws arms up in the air) Bugger redemption! (Spike gives him the trademark eyebrow raise. Z just laughs) Or not?
Spike: Let’s just go home and play Game Cube. I got Donkey Kong.
Xander: I think the Mario name still means something.
Spike: Have Mario Party 4.
Xander: Party it is then.
Z: How many controllers?
Spike: 2, but we can take turns.
The heroes fade into the distance discussing the finer points of the Mario Party Series.
THE END!
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