Spike Draco was giving a smile, that seemed contrived. Standing in the back room of the old cathedral. His fingers were trying their damndest to adjust the tie around his neck. It was clear that it was such a pain. No matter what he did, the tie looked crooked. Soon, the older man sitting across the room. Pulled himself up from his seat, walking towards the young man.

“Here, let me help you, Spike,” Said the older man, he reached over grabbing ahold of the silk tie, making it more straight, Spike, couldn’t help but imagine that if the older man’s bold head hit the light in just the right way. Spike might’ve gone blind. Now that Spike’s tie now straightened, he looked towards the mirror getting a good look at himself.

Spike, stared at himself, looking towards his overly skinny self. It was clear the man needed to eat something. He stood around five-seven, at the tallest. Spike wasn’t the best looking guy; at most, he considered himself around average at the most. His cheek’s somehow seemed slightly chubby, which he found a bit weird. Then there were his eyes, and His eyes might’ve been the most exciting feature. They were two different colors Sky blue in one eye, while the other one was a dark grey in the other.

“Spike, Spike? Spike! Are you still there?” The older man screamed his fingers were snapping in front of Spike as it finally caught his attention.

“Sorry, just got lost in my thoughts,” Spike, couldn’t help but look back towards the older man. He hadn’t worn the tie correctly for a minute or two, but it was clear that he wanted to rip the damn thing off. Spike’s mouth felt dry, and he desperately wanted something to drink, something other than water. Maybe, a little bit of scotch, something that could lighten his mood just a little bit. At this point, he just wanted to get his nerves settled.

“Hey, Comfort Did you ever get this nervous?”

“Nervous about what? Getting married?” Comfort asked with a hard laugh, as he grabbed a bottle of water that was sitting there on the table. His fingers were tapping it before he quickly changed his mind. He reached into his suit’s beginning to pull out that looked to be a flask and taking a quick swig. It was clear that whatever was in there, It wasn’t water.

“Yeah, I mean how did you deal with it?” Spike asked his hand fidgeting around his neck, feeling a little tight around the collar.

“Oh, it wasn’t much really I went in there and took it by the horns. I just dealt with it, and I will admit Jane’s Pa held a shotgun against my back. Now that made sure I didn’t get any of those cold feet, I tell you what.” Spike just began laughing, a deep, hearty laugh as it was clear this was lightening his mood, Comfort was glad to have this man as his future father in law.

“Well, glad you don’t have a shotgun on me,” Comfort smirked and patted him on the shoulders while laughing harder while the two enjoyed this bonding moment,

“Well, boy-o you won’t have to worry about it. I know you’re a good kid. That, and Jane said Comfort don’t you dare bring old Betsy to the wedding!” Comfort moved to slap Spike’s back as they shared a hard laugh. Spike felt himself being pushed forwards at this point as he stumbled ahead.

“I’m gonna check on Jane you get yourself comfortable. You’ve got an hour left of freedom,” Comfort took one last look at his future Son-In-Law. Spike took a seat listening to the sounds of footsteps walking off till finally, they turned into a dead silence. Spike sat there just tapping his knee’s while trying to think of something to do anything. But it was clear the young man was too nervous. His body was telling him to move. Get up and walk around. He couldn’t sit still.

The cathedral was massive, especially for this small town. But it was built nearly two hundred years ago. Spike remembers spending every Sunday here. Back when his Parents brought him here. The architect was terrific. Then there were the passages around. Spike remembers exploring trying to find all the secrets. That laid within this place.

Spike walked over towards one of the painting’s a depiction of Christ on the cross. His finger moved around as he knocked onto it. Spike heard a soft hollow thump. His smile widened as this seemed like one of the few, he knew, Nostalgia ran through him, warming his insides. He began looking back and forth, making sure no one was around.

The young man didn’t want anyone to find out about this. It was something only he wanted to know, maybe even his kids when he had them. Soon Spike pushed inside. He’d only be gone for a few minutes. No one would notice him gone.

Spike walked through the dark corridor. The flashlight on his phone is the only thing he had to light his way through. Everything was quiet, each step he took echoed, Spike wasn’t able to hear the others from outside the walls.

Where does this passage end? Spike wondered, looking ahead, there he finally reached the end soon he heard giggling, a feminine voice call out,

“Oh, stop not here!” It was a familiar voice, a voice that Spike knew all so well. Spike ended up stopping in his tracks, looking at the end of the corridor. It was Cozy glow, the woman he was going to marry. His heart fluttered from just hearing that laugh. He couldn’t help but smile. Spike decided to take a small peak. What was the worst that could happen? Spike, reached towards the end of the hall, messing around till he found cracks. A little push, making sure that no one heard him.

He was looking through the crack. What Spike expected was to see his future wife. Standing there pin to the wall with a giddy smile, her Wedding dress hunched up, while someone was pinning her there. Spike couldn’t see their face, but it was clear that whatever they were doing something, highly inappropriate with his future wife.

Spike wanted to run in and scream! He tried to barge in there and got after them, but before he could, something stopped him. The way she moaned, her head moving back as she gasped more. Spike felt his hands shaking, frozen in place.

“Keep going, you’re amazing, I need this before the wedding,”

“Sure we’re not going to be late? My boss would be pissed if I didn’t show up,” Cozy glow’s eyes closed as she moaned harder.

“Mmhmm come on, you know you’re having fun, I’m sure I can give you a tip, or better yet you give me a big tip boy,” Spike, couldn’t take it any longer. Cozy glow’s hand reached over as she seemed to grab this stranger bulge. She rubbed it as the other man groaned while close to fucking His future wife. Spike didn’t know what to say. What could he do? Thoughts ran through his head while his hands rolled into fists.

I can’t take it anymore! Spike thought, when he slammed his fist into the door, it was clear that he no longer cared if anyone saw him. The secret doorway was revealed causing Cozy glow, and the mysterious man, jumped as high as they could away from each other.

“Spike, what are you doing here! You’re not supposed to do here!” Cozy glow screamed, looking towards Spike trying to adjust herself, trying to find some modesty but it was too late. Nothing she could do would be able to save her now, While Spike growled walking into the room. It was clear that Spike was beyond pissed off.

“Well, it seems like someone isn't supposed to be here either.” Spike pointed towards the other man. His hand was trembling. It took everything he had not to beat the other man to an inch of his life. His body was screaming at him to do it. But the smallest part of him laying dormant in his gut told him that was a terrible idea. So he held himself back.

“Him it’s nothing, nothing, he forced himself on me!” Cozy glow exclaimed as she was trying to fix the situation, but Spike was able to look past this lie, it was written all over her face. Her face was sweating profusely, her makeup smearing. If anyone had asked Spike before, who he thought was the most beautiful woman alive. He might’ve gone and declared that Cozy glow was, in a cheesy, yet sweet tone.

But now, all he saw was a horrible goblin, trying to hide her ugliness, but he shook his head, his voice trembling when he said those words,

“Oh so that’s why you said Keep going, I need this before my wedding! How could you do this! On our wedding day! Don’t I mean anything to you!” Spike screamed as his rage was overflowing till he couldn’t take it any longer; he moved over towards the wall of the falls and gave it a hard punch. He punched the wall with all his might, resulting in his hand to walk through it.

It was quite shocking. Cozy glow took a step back when she called out.

“Spike, What the hell calm down! It was just a mistake, and it won’t happen again!” But Spike wasn’t going to take it, and this wasn’t three strikes and your out situation. It was just a red card. Spike barely said a word, though when he walked towards the door, he turned around merely stating,

“There won’t be the next time,” before walking out the door. He didn’t dare look back. Spike walked off down the hallway, and his hand reached over towards the tie. The feeling of it loosening was such a relief, as Spike continued walking down the halls. He didn’t care who was watching him when he passed Comfort. Comfort looked right at Spike, running behind him.

“Spike, Spike! What the hell’s going on!” He was confused, but Spike just growled more,

“The weddings off!”

“The weddings off! What do you mean!” Comfort called out his gruff voice shocked by this as he went into a jog to try, and catch up with Spike, with much more annoyance. He tightened his fist, walking off.

“Just ask your daughter, I mean seriously she decides to cheat on me!” Spike was barely able to find the right words as he walked towards the doors and walked away. Comfort stood there, his mouth opened, not knowing what he could even to say. So, Comfort just remained silent.

Comfort didn’t know what his daughter did. He would have to question her later, but there was for another day.

Spike walked away from the church. A place he remembers spending so much time around. This place was something Spike considered as a second home. He never knew who his parents were, or who his actual family was. He looked up towards the sky, thinking of time times he had, and this had been the place he met Cozy glow. His heartfelt broken, his gut was empty.

Why? Was all Spike could think. Spike sighed, feeling more confused than anything else as he walked off towards his car. He was tempted to talk in and scream out the wedding was over, but Spike didn’t have the heart to do it. Spike just ran to his car and began to head off he had some thinking to do.

~~~

Spike, walked off the plane, dressed in more casual wear. His hands were holding onto the suitcase. There wasn’t much in there some clothes. His passport, and at least five- thousand dollars. It was all he had on him, though he planned on going to the closes currency exchanger to get the correct denomination before he heads off.

Most people who looked at him it was clear he wasn’t a happy man. It might’ve been three days since the incident had happened, but his heart ached, he wasn’t angry. If anything, he felt depressed. He remembered going home that night and just cried. He hadn’t remembered doing that for years, his face in the pillow tear’s soaking it.

He remembered some saying he heard once. A man doesn’t cry. He lets it go, and get over it. Spike couldn’t remember where it heard before. Though today, he felt it was harder to push back this feeling of emptiness. It felt as though it would come back at full force. Spike didn’t know what he was going to do.

Though he had this plane ticket to Equest, and he couldn’t get a refund for the tickets. So he did the best thing he could and decided since work had already approved him for a two-week vacation. Spike might as well go on a vacation. Surely it would give him time to himself, maybe forget about the whole situation.

Walking through the airport, and moving through security, felt like a complete nightmare. Spike somewhat wondered which was stricter, America’s or Equest? The more he thought about it. Spike could’ve guessed that the Americas was a bit more paranoid. But eventually Spike made it through, nothing was exceptional. Spike looked towards the roads.

Athen’s international airport was out in the middle of nowhere far off from the city, but it happens to be the closest airport towards the town, though when Spike stepped outside the building, he saw roads, and fields as far as the eye can see.

It was much more different than how it was in Ohio’s airport surrounded by large buildings. Spike hadn’t even left the state before, but here he was in a different country far away from home. Somehow it was exciting yet terrifying, at the same time. It was a whole new world. Moving on, Spike walked next door, to the car rental company. Where he got ahold of a Ford Fiesta, it might not have been the type of car he liked, being more of a Mopar man himself. Spike couldn’t be picky, as he pushed the key in the engine, and started driving off.

He rolled the windows down, feeling the airflow past him, the wind grazed him which cooled him down. Nothing ever seemed disturbing. If Spike could, he probably would’ve pushed his head out the window letting the wind flow through his hair, or what remained of it. Spike never noticed a white van that had passed by him.

It would take about an hour, maybe even longer. But Spike eventually got to the hotel. He was somewhere in the middle of the city. Spike would finally find a parking space. He walked off towards the entrance of the hotel. It would take some time since it was clear that the elevator had been out of order.

It only resulted in him walking all the way around to get towards his hotel room. His suitcase following behind him, rolling on the ground. Spike couldn’t help but grumble at himself while he walked on till he finally went to the front desk. The Bell hope was standing there, an older Indian man wearing a beautiful designer suit, smiled towards Spike, with a light greeking,

“Ah, Hello there! How might I help you, good sir? Do you have a reservation?”

“Yeah, It’ll be under Drako,” Spike stated, taking a deep breath. The long process where the man went over his computer typing away, The clicking and clacking of the key’s pushed on without incident, while Spike sighed. For some reason he kept thinking,

What’s Cozy glow doing right now? Is she fucking some other bastard? No, let it go! You’re giving her just what she wants, and we have to let her go. He thought about it another few seconds not knowing how to feel. There the man turned back towards Spike, snapping his finger for a second,

“Mr Drako!” It seemed to Snap Spike back as he looked straight into the older man’s eyes. The old man just smirked some,

“Something wrong young man?”

“No Nothing, just thinking about someone I knew, could I get the key,” Spike said as he tried to sound as cheerful as the old man, who nodded,

“Sure, I’ll just need you to sign this, and a copy of your ID,” The paper laid in front of Spike before he could say much and Spike nodded signing the document and pulled out his ID, where the old man went off for a second as he started to make a copy of the paper.

Spike stood there idly thinking away and looking around the place. It was by far the least Fancy place he’d ever been to, and The Room reminded him of the average Holiday’s End, Well compared to the few he stayed at it was more delicate. But so far the service was much more courteous, especially the older man. If he was ever to give a review of this place, he might as well mention the older man. It would only be polite.

Spike would take a step away, as he saw a Van sitting outside the hotel. It looked somewhat familiar, catching his interest. He couldn’t think of where he noticed it. Shaking his head some he pushed it away, it was getting late, and he needed something to drink.

There has to be more van’s like these running around Equest? I mean it’s just a coincidence, Spike thought about it more while he leaned back when the old man slammed the card down which startled Spike for a second as he bounced back,

“Your room will be 169. Please have a good day,” Spike reached over, grabbing the keycard. Walking away, he never paid much attention. The old man just moved on going back to work, whistling a particularly happy tune.

~~~

Spike stepped up towards his hotel room standing in the hotel’s elevator just taking a long pause getting more comfortable while he just listened to the music. He shook his head hard. After this week what was he going to do? Would he be able to go back to work? Comfort was his boss, Would he be okay with him or would he do anything to try and get Spike fired.

Spike had ignored Comforts calls and anything from his family for the last few day’s. Whatever happened Next, Spike was going to have to find out, but at this moment he wanted to be as far away from that world as he could.

Walking towards his room, it took a few minutes, but he managed to find it. Pushing his crucial card in Spike walked on inside. The hotel looked like a stereotypical one, though it seemed a little more cozy, with a small note, on the table, Spike walked over to it and read it.

“Congratulation, on your marriage.” Spike look at it for a minute, as he crumpled the paper in his hand tossing it off into the garbage. His thoughts rushing when he realized something. He still had the wedding rings. His finger grazing against his finger. A long sigh with much annoyance as he walked towards the window. Spike was deciding as he held them in his hand, bouncing them.

“Well this was worth a whole paycheck.” He pulled his arm back and chucked those rings out as far as he could. He watched the ring flying off as far as they could till eventually they were lost. Spike knew he would never see them, and for once in these last few days, felt a weight off his shoulder.

“I think I need to get something to drink,” Spike muttered as he turned around and walked out of the room; if he remembered correctly, there was a bar by the Hotel, and if there was something about it that was tempting. So Why not, after all he was on vacation.

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