The Road to Nowhere Leads to Me

Chp.3

Ghost to Ghost

Don’t own it, wish I did.
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Okay, she’d had hokey stuff happen before, but this one just took the cake. She looks around, wondering what kind of hell dimension she’d just popped into. There is no way that this is heaven, and she’d know. There’s people in buisness suits, with cellphones attached to their ears, and briefcases in hand rushing about all around her. She is pretty sure that just a few moments ago she was driving a car up the side of a mountain, towards the home of the slayer she was supposed to retrieve. What had happened between then and now?


Now, as she looks around it seems she’s standing in the middle of a big, office buildings lobby.’ What the hell is going on?’


Her attention is suddenly caught by a buzzing sound, coming from the speakers. “Would Fred Burkle, Charles Gunn, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, and Spike, please come to the boss’ office,” the crackling female voice requests, and then promptly cuts off with a whirring noise. ‘Did she just say Spike! Oh god, Spike. Spike’s dust how could he be...’ Her thought wanders, as a tear forms in the corner of her eye. The horrible scene from inside of the Hellmouth, plays through her mind, at the thought of the bleached vampire. ‘I love you.’ Three little words, he’d denied her although he should’ve known that she didn’t just hand them out like candy at Halloween. ‘He should’ve known.’


She looks around her, again. Her eyes light on someone. A someone she never thought she’d see again, a bleach blonde head bobbing through, literally through people. ‘This is way wiggy.’ Following the leather clad vampire down the hall, she watches him walk straight through the door of an office. Her eyes grow wide at the sight. ‘And it keeps getting wiggier, and wiggier.’


As she stands there in stunned silence she sees her ex-watcher Wesley, two other people, and a green demon thing that’s dressed in a purple linen suit. ‘Okay did I say wiggy? Cause telling you right now, this is totally freakin’ me out, there’s a demon walking around here looking an awful lot like the Seventies version of Elton John.’ The trio enters through the same door that Spike had gone into. ‘Well atleast I know where I am, the question is WHY?’


She tries to go in the door like any other person, but there’s a huge problem, considering every time she tried to turn the knob her hand decided it wanted to slide through the thing. “What the hell,” she shouts, as she still tries to open the door the old fashioned way without any real success. She thought she’d gotten it one time, but then her hand went all go throughable again. ‘Damn, what in the hell is going on? This must be some coma induced hallucination.’ She tries the door again with the same results as the first hundred times. She was so close to having what she’d wanted for the past few months. It is right behind that blasted door, and she can’t even get to it. She growls in frustration.



Standing there in front of the door she starts to remember what had happened on that trip to the slayers house. Her breath catches. The car had gone over an embankment, having slid in the harsh wintery weather off of the narrow road. She remembered the pain as a piece of windshield had pierced her flesh, the car had been crushed against something, smashing the roof down upon her, then the world had gone black as night. Her body slumps in dejection. She’d died again. She tries the door knob again, and watches as her slip through it for the hundredth time. ‘Great, just abso-fucking-lutely great! I get brought back for the third time and guess what? I’m a freaking ghost. Resurrection with a body was too much last time, so they brought me back without one. Thank you guys.’ Her sarcastic thoughts start to ones of wonder. ‘Wait a minute, if the gang had brought me back then why the hell am I standing in the hallway of Wolfram and Hart? Oh, god! Now I’m really freakin’. I ended up here for what? So I could observe my two vampire lovers?’ A thought occured. ‘Wait a moment. Spike was all go throughable, too. There’s something slayer-ee going on here. Now if I could only figure it out.’ She moves back to the door, a hand comes up to valiantly try opening it again.



The Road to Nowhere, Leads to Me

Chp.4

Ghostly Recognition

I only wish I owned it, but alas I do not.
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Hearing Spike’s anguished cry, she gives up the attempts at conventionally opening the door, and runs through it.The cry had run chills up her arms, and broken her non-existent heart.


She takes in the scene before her, Angel crouched down beside of Spike, a brunette girl standing behind them, Wesley looking at the brunette, the black guy looking as if he doesn’t know what the hell has everyone so upset, and the green demon guy with tears on his cheeks as he stares dumbfounded at the two vampires.


Angel seems to be saying something to Spike, she can see his head moving. She can’t make it out where she stands, and slowly cocks her head as she watches them.


Spike’s shoulders are shaking, violently, as if he is crying. She then hears a heart wrenching, wailing sob, as Angel straightens up from his crouched position.


Whatever the hell Angel had said, seemed to make Spike shake more than he had been. She rushes over to the cowaring bleached blonde sitting on the floor, his legs curled underneath him, and his body rolled up tightly in a ball. Placing a comforting hand on his back, she slowly leans down towards his ear, “Spike?” Now that she could feel that he is real, she wants to slap him for not calling her, and at least letting her know he was still in the world. ‘Stupid vampire.’ She opts to pat his back in consolance, seeing that a big slap, wouldn’t do much for his pain.


She felt when he’d noticed her hand on his back, he stiffened considerably.


He swears he can feel her. That tiny little hand of hers planted firmly against his back, making soothing circles over it. And is bloody damned sure that is her voice speaking his name in his ear. “Spike? Look up here, it’s me. I’m right here.” His sobs catch in his throat, it couldn’t be, Angel had said. He turns his head slightly to his left, taking just a glance to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, or worse yet going insane again. His blue eyes look up into the most welcome sight of her own bright, green ones.


“Buffy,” he sighs, at the sight of her. Reaching a hand up, he caresses her face in a ghost of a touch, thinking that it will pass right through her, but his hand finds solidity, and he pulls away as if he were burned. “I can feel, you,” he drawls out, very puzzled at the turn of events. He’d really wanted to touch her, but he wasn’t holding out any hope of actually obtaining that one little modicum of a touch.


“Of course you can, you always said that you could.” She sincerely means what she says, not getting the actual meaning of his words.


“No, luv. I meant...” He grabs his head. “Oh, god!” He starts to sob, again. Remembering the night before. When the ghost had started messing with him. While they were attacking him, they could touch him. “You’re... You’re a bloody ghost. You’re just like me.” His shoulders hunch over, and the sobbing continues at a higher velocity.


Yes, she’s a ghost. Yes, she knows, and god she couldn’t take much more of this sobbing that Spike seemed to be so fond of doing at the moment. She scrunches her nose up, trying to figure out if she should slap him out of it, or what. She looks over to the other people occupying the room. The two that she recognizes, doesn’t seem to be on the help bandwagon, at the moment. What with Angels mouth hanging wide open, and the bugging of his eyes, and Wesley with his glasses in his hand, rubbing the bridge
of his nose.The brunette girl, seems to want to, but doesn’t know how. God, she needs to find the poor girls name out, quickly, because calling her the brunette girl could get
quiete monotonous, and annoying.The other two are talking between themselves, trying to figure out what is actually taking place in front of them. No help in this bunch. She turns back to the ghostly vamp, crying at her feet.


“Angel, unless you’re trying to catch flies, could you please close your mouth. Pushing your eyes back in your head would be a good idea also.” She turns from the mess in front of her she likes to call Spike, and makes her way over to the dark vampire, as she puns. Forgetting about the whole Casper like quality to her body, she tries giving him a hug, sliding right through him, and literally stumbling into the desk behind him. She stands in the middle of the big, honking thing. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t try that one again, huh?” She giggles, looking down at the top half of her sticking out of the wood.


Angel turns to stare in shock, at what he’s seeing. ‘What the hell’s going on? Spike came back as a ghost, that I could semi-understand, but Buffy?’ His shock shows on his usually brooding face. “What the hell’s going on?” He states his thoughts, as he watches the blonde slayer extricate herself from the desk.


“I don’t know, you tell me,” she says in answer.


(Yes, you guys got two chapters for the price of one. Chapter three wasn't a thousand words so I went ahead and used chapter 4. And yet I end on another Cliffhanger.)