The Road to Nowhere Leads to Me

Chp.2

Love Lost

I don’t own the name of the story, which comes from the Ozzy Osbourne song of the same name, or Nickleback, which the idea spawned from watching a video of, or anything to do with Buffy.Although, Chad Kroeger, and Spike I would like to have. But like that’s gonna happen.

(Thanks to everyone that reviewed the last chapter, I can’t wait to see what you guys think of this one. Keep’em coming.)



The devestating call had came in around 9:20 that morning. Angel was sitting at his desk for a good hour just staring off into the great unknown. His broken hearted glare on a spot by the door. At 10:20 he was still sitting there, tears rimming his eyes, total disbelief still evident on his brooding and shattered face.

Dawn had been the one to call, no one else would’ve even thought to call him, and he knows it.The dark haired girl had been in hysterics. Sobbing so much that the only words he’d understood, were Buffy, car, and accident. He’d finally asked her if anyone else were around. He could hear a muffled, squeaky, “Yes.” He sat there nervously, as he waited for some one more coherent to come on the line.

“Hello?” Giles’ English accent drawled across the wires.

Angel could tell that he was upset, but just a little more coherent than Dawn had been. “Dawn called, all I could understand was Buffy, car, and accident. What’s going on?”

He had heard a slight sniffle, as the Engliman started to speak, and his heart had been broken off piece by itty bitty pain filled piece, as the devestated voice on the other end started to detail what had happened.

He’d thought that Buffy was in Europe somewhere, but Giles had clearly said that she, Dawn, and Willow had gone out to the Alps to retrieve a newly called Slayer. Buffy had gone out to get her, she hadn’t gotten too far from the cabin that they were staying in, not more than five miles up the steeply, rising slope, headed towards the girls home. She’d hit a patch of ice, during one of the freak storms that part of the world is famous for, having gone over the embankment, the car had been rolling and come up against a tree. The impact had crushed the roof of the car down on top of her as it came to rest on its front end against the trunk. The tears that had hovered, slowly started to fall down his cheeks.

When they’d found the wreckage, she had been barely recognizable. The autorities had made it quite clear that when the car had made impact her neck and back had been broken, a piece of glass had severed her carotid. At that moment he’d known. Dead. Buffy was DEAD, again. Even if that hadn’t killed her, the multiple other injuries Giles described would have made it inevitable, there wasn't any way that anyone could have survived that much extensive damage.
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The sun blazes brightly outside his necrotempered window, burning at the back of his neck. He looks over at the clock on the bottom of the computer screen on his right.Nearly three hours had passed since he’d put himself into a grief induced stupor, and he is hungry. But he’d foregoe the food, for more pressing matters. Such as having Harmony page the team, Spike included. God he hates to have to give the other unpredictable, ghostly vampire this kind of news. He knows that he’s either (A going to tear the building down, or (B Collapse right in front of everyone. (B being the most likely, considering his non-corporealness, the bleached blonde couldn’t harm anything, except maybe a coffee cup. He wipes away the few tears on his chin, and holds the rest in at the thought.

Spike was in his office at around six this morning, showing off his new found trick of picking up coffee mugs. God he hated to admit it, but seeing the ghost vamp so happy had put a smile on his face. Now with this news, six hours later. He knew that his heart was broken, but Spikes would be torn out and shown to him. He’d sacrificed himself for her. Angel did give him credit for that. He’d wanted her to live, and be happy. He didn’t know if he could watch the breakdown he knew was coming. Didn’t know if he wanted to be in the room at all, maybe he should have Fred break the news. No he had to do it, throwing it off on Fred would just make him feel guilty over not telling him. Then there would be hell to pay.

His held back tears slowly start to fall as he hesitantly, presses the button on the phone to ask Harmony to have the crew come meet with him. He isn’t paying any attention to the button as he pushes it. “If you’d like to sacrifice...” He clears his eyes, and quickly pushes the right button. “Harmony.”

“Yeah, Boss.” Her chipper, over cheerful voice rings out on the other end.

He wipes at his eyes again. “I need to speak to the team, and Spike.” His voice strains as he tries to keep it at a normal tone.

Her surprised voice comes back over the com, “Spike, did I hear you say you Wanted to speak to Spike? Are you sure you’re alright in there? ‘Cause you never want to even want to look at Spike, let alone speak to him.”

“Yes, Harmony.” He growls out through tightly clenched teeth, “I said I wanted to talk with Spike, hell he’s the one that needs to know this news.”

“Okay, is there anything else?”

Yeah there is, he wants to go rip some poor, unsuspecting demons head off for the injustice of it all. “Yes, but blood’ll have to do,” he replies, “Oh, and Harmony?”

“Yep.”

“Could you please look into getting the sacrifice line off of the phones? We’ve already dismantled that part of the firm, shut the damned line down.” Okay, so his anger was showing now.

“Okay, Boss you don’t have to get all mad over it. It’ll be gone within the hour.”

“Good, that’s all. Get my breakfast in here,” he shouts in vehemence into the phone, and hears the audible click as she hangs up on him.

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