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Swan Song	By : Kyuuketsuki Category: BtVS AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 4833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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He drove what seemed like endless hours. It felt as if he were racing just to keep up with time; it was desperately trying to pass him by, to gain back the years he�d cheated it of in living death. He didn�t know where he was going, and quite frankly, he didn�t care. All that mattered was he put as much distance between him and Sunnydale as possible.

He didn�t intend to stop there, but he was tired, and it was getting dark. Soon the shadows would be deep enough to venture out for food. After all, it was a big city. Who�d notice one or two missing persons. Not that he cared. Besides, he�d never seen San Francisco before.

He parked not too far from a small common and sat for a while playing with the radio until he picked up a local station he could stomach. He listened for a while, not really paying attention to what was playing, too deep in thought about where he went wrong. Occasionally his brain would pluck a name out of the air and place it to the music that had become a background score for his thoughts. Aerosmith. Eagles. Van Halen. He pulled back to reality a little more when he recognized a familiar melody, all guitars and synthesized horns.

�Only one bloody band plays like that,� he smiled to himself. Listening to them was like taking a sweet drug, and it always served to either calm him to a warm haze or send him into a wild, energized frenzy. This time it was the former. He found himself softly singing along, waving his hand as if directing an invisible orchestra.

"Remember when you were young? You shone like the sun! Shine on you crazy diamond! Now there�s a look in your eyes like black holes in the sky! Shine on you crazy diamond! You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom! Blown on the steel breeze! Come on you target for far away laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! You reached for the secret too soon� You cried for the moon! Shine on you crazy diamond! Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light! Shine on you crazy diamond! Well, you wore out your welcome with random precision! Rode on the steel breeze! Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!"

As the music faded into the next song, he slipped back into thoughts he was desperately trying not to deal with. Why? How could they? How could she? They were demons, true, and supposed to be soulless, but how could she toss him aside for one who didn�t even truly love her? For the one who drove her mad, then killed her as part of a sadistic game?

He sat musing until he had drifted into a half-sleep. Images of agony and bliss twisted around his mind in a gossamer web as sharp as morning light. He was roused some time later by tapping on his window. He sat up quickly, disoriented. The sky was dark out, so there was no hesitation in opening the door to see who had disturbed him, as well as who was going to be his first meal of the night.

"You know this is a no-parking zone, son."

Spike rolled his eyes. Great. A bloody cop. A quick glance confirmed he had no partner with him. Good. That would make things much easier. He smiled a little.

"No, I didn�t sir." He saw eyebrows raise at his voice.

"New in town? Visiting America?"

"Yeah, that�s it. I�m on vacation."

"Well, I still need to see some ID. Proof of insurance."

"Right�" Spike looked down at his feet for a moment, smiling, "That might be a bit of a problem, off�cer." His head snapped up, and he glared at the policeman in full game face. To his surprise the cop didn�t even blink.

"Heh, shoulda known by the tint job�" he said motioning to the painted windows of the old DeSoto. In the second that Spike�s head turned to see what he had pointed and turning back, the officer�s face had changed as well. It was Spike�s turn to blink.

"W-Whad you do? Kill a cop earlier?"

"I AM a cop, son. This is San Francisco, not LA." His face melted back to human and he stared at a very confused young vampire.

"The hell�?"

Spike listened in almost disbelief as Officer Baeder explained the basic workings of San Fran�s nighttime underground. Vampires and their human companions, something else that surprised him since he considered humans almost strictly food, had created a whole society to fill the space that most humans left empty during the night. No Watchers and no Slayers because there were no real problems. Anyone who caused any trouble was rapidly and severely dealt with.

Baeder went back to his car and pulled out a large, jingling ring of keys. He worked one off and handed it to Spike.

"What�s this?"

"The key to the police impound lot. Address is on the tag."

"What?"

"Your car has no registration and illegal shading as well. You might want to park it off the streets until you take care of that. Won�t have to worry about it getting towed if it�s already in the impound lot."

"Oh." Spike stared down at the key in his hand, confused and lost beyond ken as to what he had gotten himself into coming to this town. The officer read his bewilderment, recognizing one coming from the Old Ways to the New, and smiled.

"Don�t worry. You�ll catch on fast enough. Fit right in in no time," he turned and got back in his car, pulling around to flank the black car and its lost driver, "Take care of yourself, kid," he grinned before vanishing down the street.

The night was young yet, barely nine. Spike took the advice of the cop and stowed his car away. As he walked down the street, the sheer decadence was overwhelming. Humans � living, breathing humans � cuddled up to vampires in full game face, laughing and dancing down the street. Sometimes it was hard to tell who was male and who was female, much less alive or dead, through all the make-up and peircings some of them bore. Looking at the small mixed packs that wandered the pavement, Spike realized that for the first time in a very, very long time he was alone. Truly on his own without any companions, not even Dru�s insane babbling. He felt very young and lost, like a child away from home for the first time. He quickly sought out the nearest pub and ducked into it.

The bartender was 20% piercings and 55% tattoos. Spike wondered for a moment if the black of his eyes were contacts or his actual irises, but decided it was probably the latter when he heard the hiss in his voice when he spoke.

"What�s your pleasure, sir?"

"Snakebite."

The bartender stared at him for a moment, then wandered into the storeroom behind the bar. He watched him go with some curiosity. He reemerged carrying a huge spectacled cobra and headed straight for Spike, who backed off his barstool with some haste.

"The hell are you doing?"

"Said you wanted a snakebite�"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I meant the bloody drink! Are you stupid? Snakebite. One part lager, the other cider!"

The barkeep looked at him in mild annoyance, black eyes swirling with gold and red, and returned his pet to its cage in the back before beginning to mix Spike�s drink.

"Never seen you before� New here?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"Don�t need to be so damn defensive. We don�t get many Brits in here."

"So I take it then no one�s ever ordered a �bite before."

"Well I�ve had a few come in order all kinds of shit� Venom shots� Antifreeze on the rocks� Arsenic cocktails� Mostly newbornes� Lot of young ones � younger than you � running around these days� don�t stop to think they�ll be sixteen forever, even when they get tired of being treated like kids."

"Yeah�" Spike half listened as the bartender prattled on about this and that and the state of the demon world. He looked up in surprise when he plunked a glass down in front of him.

"From the guy at the end of the bar."

Spike looked at the glass and then down he mhe man sitting in the shadows of the barely-lit pub. He simply nodded in response. Spike picked up the glass and sniffed it. His eyes went wide when he picked up the clear smell of rum, brandy and scotch whiskey. His favorite comfort drink. Only someone who knew him very well could have known that. He looked to the man again, and saw him slowly get up and come in his direction.

"You know� someone once said that if you wait in one place long enough, everyone you�ve ever known will at some point pass by."

�No� not possible� not possible�� he told himself hearing the voice as the man sat down next to him, removing his hat and smiling warmly, taking Spike�s hand in his own.

"God, I never thought I�d see you again. I was sure that sick bastard would have killed you by now, and � what�s wrong? Aren�t you glad to see me?"

Spike could only stare blankly into the soft hazel-brown eyes of his Firstborne and the only man he had ever truly loved.
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