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Prologue


Spike wandered through the streets of downtown Los Angeles, his mind a
whirlwind of thoughts. He had been living there for several years, helping
his grandsire, much to his annoyance. Years after Dawnie left Sunnydale for
college, Cordelia and Angel had come to find him, claiming Cordy had a
vision that Spike was meant to help the Fang Gang fight the good fight in
L.A. He still wasn’t used to the city. Spike would never admit it, but he
missed Sunnydale. He knew what he missed most was the feeling of family
that he had with Dawn, his surrogate little sister. Now, Dawnie was married
with three kids, and Spike was now Uncle Spike. They all made an effort to
see each other for holidays and birthdays, but Spike still missed her.

Cordy had done her best to make Spike feel like family, and though he did
feel like a member of the gang, he knew he wasn’t family. In spite of his
blood link with Angel, the poofter still didn’t trust Spike.

Most of all, Spike still missed her. Buffy. It had been more than sixteen
years since she died, and not a day went by that he didn’t think of her.
Didn’t come up with a new and different way he could have saved her from
making that jump. It haunted him as it would for all eternity. If he had done even one thing
differently, he knew she might still be alive.

As Spike slowly made his way back to the Hyperion, he heard a scream pierce
through the night. Quickly tuning into his instincts, he took off for a
nearby alley. Turning the corner, he could see a young girl trying her
hardest to defend herself against a vampire.

‘The chit’s doing pretty good for someone her size,’ Spike thought as he ran
forward, knocking the vamp down.

After a combination of hits and jabs, Spike snapped his wrist and let the
stake fly out of its sheath, right into the vamp’s heart. Pushing the stake
back into its place, Spike wiped the dust from his hands.

“Thank you,” he heard the timid voice coming from behind him. “Thank you so
much!”

“S’alright,” Spike said as he checked his weapon. “It’s late, you shouldn’t
be out-“

Spike cut himself off as he turned to face the would-be victim. He felt
certain that if he wasn’t already dead, he would have dropped from a heart
attack.

“Buffy?” he whispered quietly. He stood, stunned at the girl. She was
identical to Buffy, down to the smallest detail.

The girl looked at him almost fearfully. “I’m sorry, I don’t know who that
is.”

Spike watched as she ran away, staring after her in shock. After a minute,
he began to track her, using her scent. He wasn’t sure what was going on,
but he would be damned all over again if he wasn’t at least going to find
out where she lived and who she was.





A/N Since the prologue was so short, go ahead and read chapter one.





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