Author's Note

Lol well It's official we've made it to 300 followers so as a reward to those who enjoy this story, It Thought I'd release this little piece of cringe. What is this? well it's actually the first book I wrote when I started it when i was like 15 and finished it at 18, so this is Bad. I had found the story when I was cleaning up some stuff and found the paper manuscript. (Back when i was thinking typewriters is what made a great writer) I'm glad I've gotten much better than this. But I thought, Well, Fuck it. Let's have some fun and make fun of my old story, Maybe it'll give you a good laugh. heh but I've come a long way since i tried writing this.

So My wild fan's here's Spike Draco, and the journey through the spirit world

Chapter 1

In opening this book, you are now in great danger. I’m telling you now, so you know in advance. If unknown risk scares you, then PUT THIS BOOK DOWN RIGHT NOW! If you’re too foolish to put this down, then I’m sorry that your life will soon be cut short. However, if you are brave and observant enough, then maybe you are the right person to know.

Are you willing to take that risk? If not, close this book and put it down.

For those who stayed, you should know that there are people out there that don’t want anyone to know what you’re about to learn. If you’re not already, you’ll soon be followed and observed. So be careful and keep your eyes peeled. I can’t tell you what to look for, but I can say they’ll move in the shadows. They disappear if you look right at them, but if you’re very observant you may catch one in the corner of your eye.

The other thing you need to know is that everything you believe about myths and legends may be true. Almost all myths and legends started out as truth. You may not agree now, but if you live long enough, you may change your mind. You may even see some for yourself.

I will give you one last chance to stop and put this book down before you’re in danger.

Ok, I gave you a way out, but if you’re reading this. You’ve stayed.

I myself work for a secret organization of the government. So secret that not even the president knows we exist. I’m sure you’ve heard that line before, but it’s true.

I have been assigned to watch a young man and a young woman. I can’t confirm or deny for how long, but I can say for a long while. We took notice that they trained in special skills at a young age. We knew we could use them but they were too young, so we had to wait. And thus I’ve been watching them. Till the time they reached the right growth and maturity, that time has come. Strangely, on day they leave for College…

It was a calm night for one small town in Highland County, Ohio. The stars and moon lit up the night sky. Glowing brightly the moon was at its largest it could be during the summer. It was a rare time of year. Even in the heat of the summer there was a cool breeze that blew gently over his face, helping to dry the sweat from his forehead and calm his nerves. It was barely enough to cause the trees around town to sway gently from side to side. With nary a cloud to break the skies above, the stars and the moon glimmered vibrantly against their inky backdrop, illuminating the surface below with their tranquil clarity.

Out of all the houses in this town, one stood out among the rest. This home was down at the end of Collins Avenue passing all of the newer single-story homes. This one had a different feeling about it. This home stood another story higher than the rest. It was the oldest house in town with a limestone foundation and vinyl siding with shutters that looked like they had just been painted. The house had a look of age on the outside. It almost gave a feeling it was alive.

Over the second floor there was a small colored window in the very center of it. An elegant stained-glass window with all the colors of the rainbow. It was a beautiful design, showing the seasons though the life of a tree with beautiful colors, and the oldest part of the house. It had been refurbished by the present owner so the moon light gave soft it a glow. This home in its glory could be considered a great treasure for anyone who loved the old style and fashion of American history.

When you looked over seeing the top of the old place you could even see a dark shadow wavering as it watched the moon. He sat perched right there not moving an inch. He was focused on the moon as he felt an almost desire for it. It almost seemed like the moon was calling for him. If the moon was a woman she would have given him a seductive look bringing him to her with the beauty she held. He also desired to try and learn the secrets that she was hiding from him and only him. It seemed like she was itching to let out what she was hiding from him but only if he learned it by himself. But so far he was getting nothing yet from her.

The man who sat there – his name is Spike. There was a reason he was up this late at night, he was overcome with excitement all around him, excitement and fear. As tomorrow he would be leaving the very place he considered home, heading off to the warm state of Tennessee, leaving this place forever.

Anyone who looked upon Spike would see what looked to be a lean, and tall man for his age with a nearly perfect six-foot length, most would argue he was one of the tallest people at his school, with stunning dark green hair, that seemed oiled down jetting back with a soft Shine to it, when hit by the light at the correct time. With a dark Tannish skin, the same like his step-father since they'd work around outside at his construction company almost all summer. That helped tone his body making him well fit though, not overwhelmingly large.

Then when it came to his eyes, they could look into your very soul. They were two different colors, one being bright blue while the other was a dark shade of brown, they were stunning and mysterious and would actually change color depending on his emotion.

He continued to stare upon the moon. It was something he did out of habit, but always enjoyed. It was simple, just like him. The sight of the full moon made him feel calm and relaxed. It made everything feel right with the world.

He kept quiet, Feeling the light pouring upon him. ‘What is her secret.’ he wondered, but once again found nothing.

Slowly turning his head from the full moon to survey the old town. The good memories flowing though his mind. He would miss this place, along with the people who lived here.

He knew deep inside he had to leave, and he would never forget where he came from. He remembered something his mother used to say.

“Spike you’re going to make new memories and have old ones, but they will always be with you. No matter what.”

With small tears in his eyes, he let out a small smile and a soft sigh. God he missed her. It happened twelve years ago but it seemed like only yesterday, but His parents just disappeared, never to be seen again. He always kept them close in his memories. Even though they faded a little over the years, they he wouldn’t forget them.

Suddenly the sound of a soft beeping came from his left arm, and with that it brought him back into reality. It had hit another hour. He’d lost track of time in his nostalgia so he checked his watch. He gave a look of surprised, for the clock said that it was already past midnight…

He figured he would call it a night. He had to get up early for the road trip he was about to take, but first he wanted to do something one last time.

Walking over to the very edge of the roof, he looked down at the green grass that stretched over the yard, but most of it was covered by the shadow from the old oak tree. He took a deep breath to get his nerves up then jumped as far as he could, stretching his arms to catch a thick branch. Relieved that the old tree limbs still had the strength to hold him up, he used his arms to lift himself up. Now sitting on the branch his breathing was heavily and his heart pounding. Twilight always called him suicidal but he’d done plenty of times over the years. The rush it gave always reminded him of the first time he’d did it.

‘Now the hard part.’

He though as he began walking slowly down the branch with one foot in front of the other. If the limb broke it was 22 foot fall to the dirt below. Once he got above his window, he took a second before taking another leap. His arms moved out quickly grabbing the window still, feeling the familiar pain of his wrists trying to get ripped off from stopping his fall. Still he’d done this enough times before. He quickly pulled himself up and through the window.

He closed and locked it, letting himself relax as he turned his head to check around. He was surrounded by the darkness cloaking the room. Even if the lights were on, it would’ve seemed dark because the walls were painted almost black. Spike remembered the day he had requested the color. It was right before high school.

Crossing the room, passing everything that still resided there. A desk, a dresser, and three swords hung on a rack on his right. Though the family he was with was known for their gun collection, and he was a decent shot, Spike preferred the sword. Something about it just felt natural to him. He’d had lessons and his friends knew it was his hobby, but to him it was more. They were his passion.

Jumping into his bed, he fell asleep near instantly. He did manage one sentence before he passed out. "Tomorrow is a new day." Spike spoke out to the darkness.

If only he knew of the events that laid before him that night, he might have known he wasn't the only one up so late that night. Across from the home standing on the sidewalk, there stood a man shrouded in darkness. Watching every motion Spike had made since he’d come outside.

The only reason anyone would have seen him at this late, was the soft shimmering, of the street light overhead. It had flickered constantly ever since the sun had left sight of the town. While there was no one out this late, if someone would’ve noticed him they would’ve felt he didn't belong. Even the dogs from around the neighborhood could sense that he had no reason being here, but while they would normally bark relentlessly at strangers, they all stayed deadly quiet. They were afraid of him. He wore a black hat with a curved top to it, the sort of hat that a Quaker would wear, and a leather overcoat that was as black as the night. He stayed right there watching, even after Spike went in.

The man let out a soft sigh. If you could’ve seen the man’s face you would’ve noticed he’d shut his eyes…

The street light gave up and went dark. The stranger said in a deep voice.

“Don’t worry Spike your time shall come.”

As he spoke the mysterious message. The light behind him started to flicker again, doing all it could to try and stay on but it was of no use. It lasted for a minute or two at most, once again going dark. When the light came one again, the man, who seemed more of a shadow, was gone without a trace…

It seemed like the dogs felt more comfortable right then, as they went back into their homes for the night, but even with the stranger gone and the dog’s where no longer worried, the feeling of his presence still lingered over street.

Time went by for Spike. He didn’t know how long he was truly out of it, but he didn’t care. He’d slept through the night without a single dream and he was ok with that…

“God-damn clock.” He grunted as he heard the screeching sound of the never ending beeping. He smacked the off button to shut it up and rolled out of the bed. He had hoped he could've slept another half-hour, but he had to get up.

“Morning me.” He Stated slowly, soon reaching over and giving himself a gently slap upon his cheek a means to wake him up, for the moment, slowly feeling the light stinging upon his face.

Rolling his eyes as he rolled out of the bed, he was wearing the same thing he wore yesterday. A simple pair of black sweats and an old t-shirt. He’d have to change, but first nature called.

“God-damn bladder.” He growled as he half-walked, half-stumbled to the restroom. At least the bathroom was right next to his. He was raised his hand and knocked three times.

He then heard her voice. It was the sound of a young woman. Stern yet rather elegant as she said four amazing words.

“Don't come in I'm not decent! I'll be out in a bet!"

It was Twilight. Damn it. Who knows how long she’d been in there. She could take another half hour or for all he knew and he didn’t have time to wait. His bladder wasn’t going to let him.

He quickly ran downstairs, made a quick turn, and opened the bathroom door under the stairs, without even bothering to knock. He really had to go.

After a few minutes he emerged from the can and went back upstairs. The door to the bathroom was open. Weird, Twilight always takes an hour. He didn’t put much more thought into it and went back to his room.

Nothing seemed odd for the moment. To him, the room had a calm feeling that could be considered sacred. He changed clothes, putting on a black t-shirt that fit over him just right, a pair of skinny jeans, and lastly, one of his personal favorite item’s, a black hat that said 'dodge' on the brim.

He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. he was a good looking guy. He gave his reflection a smirk before he picked up a simple brown box, and heading downstairs.

He walked out the front door. The sun was rising in the sky, warming Spike. On one side of the driveway was his prize possession, a 1971 Dodge Demon.it was plum crazy purplem except around the top where it was Green with the wording The Demon was written onto it.

But it was more than a fine piece of American ingenuity. Under the hood was a classic 426 Hemi engine six cylinder with a nitrous injector. He didn’t know if nitrous was legal, but either way it deserved the name.

As with many things in Spike’s life, this car had its own story. It involved him, his adopted father, a junkyard, and a silent agreement to fix that car. He didn’t even remember what they’d gone there to look for, but they’d walked out with a wrecked car body and a dream. Spike and the old man didn’t agree on much but the car was the one thing they ever truly bonded over.

Closing the front door behind him, Spike stood on the porch and enjoyed the calm silence. Which was quickly broken by a grant from the garage. He crossed the porch, leaning over the rail, to look in. It was Twilight.

Long, Raven black hair, pretty face, nice breasts, and an hourglass figure. Many people, both guys and girls, would sneak glances at her either in lust or jealousy. Having a stunning beauty that could kill a man or drive him mad with desire, Spike bet she could make a model jealous.

Unfortunately, there’s that stereotype that all hot girls are brainless bimbos. Well if you say that around Twilight she will smack the hell out of you. Her hot body hides the brainpower of the smartest person Spike knows. She could’ve graduated high school early if she’d wanted. Give her a crossword or Sudoku and she’ll own it, she could finish a Harry Potter book in one night, and to top it off, she helped him though the hardest horror of his life. Geometry class.

Plus, she is just sexy with a gun. The only negative part of her was her demanding nature and that she could never take a joke. You mix that with Spike’s prankster nature and well... You can do the math.

She was packing her boxes in her car. Spike smiled because and done that yesterday. ‘And she’s supposed to be the smart one.’ He thought to himself as he watched. Then smile changed to a wicked grin. He had an idea. One last joke before they left.

He walked off the porch and crept over to the garage. Peering around the open door, he got a good view of her butt. No he wasn’t a per. She was just bending over to pick up a box, and seemed to be having some trouble getting it to defy gravity.

‘Prefect.’ Careful not to make a sound, not even daring to breath, he moved closer. She was so focused on the box she didn’t even look around her. He raised his hand and right as she finally managed to lift the damn box. The hand came down on her rear with a satisfying smack.

She wiped around, smashing her fist into his chest only to succeed in nearly breaking her hand. She hissed in pain, “Spike Draco you ASSHOLE.” Spike just laughed with a face that was somewhere between a smug grin and a troll face.

Her expression however gave a new meaning to ‘If looks could kill’ till she finally growled. “Yeah, just keep laughing dickhead. When we get to the university, I hope I don’t have to see your damn face again, yam ugly son of a bitch.” While normally kept concealed her southern accent showed though when she’s angry, which only caused Spike to redouble his laughter.

She continued to death stare till he finally calmed down. Wiping a laughter tears from his eyes. “Twilight you really need to chill out and take a joke. Take a chill pill and maybe, just maybe, you’ll finally get laid.” Try as he might, Spike couldn’t finish that with a straight face.

Twilight wasn’t amused and considered punching him in his smug grin, but decided against risking her other hand. She already knew how hard his face was from past experience. Instead she continued her death stare.

Half a minute pasted and Spike finally realized that his joke had gone too far. She was like a sister to him, his stupid statement crossed that line. “Alright, I’m sorry. Let me help you.”

She gave a slight nod toward her box saying, “Put that it in my car.” Before she headed into the house.

He looked over her car for a second, a ruby red 2010 Chevy Camaro with racing stripes down the middle. It’s not bad looking or anything but he never got why she got that over a Challenger or something. How’d she even talks her dad into buying the thing?

He picked up the box. It was light. Way to light. He knew he was stronger than Twilight but she shouldn’t have had any trouble with this. Did she only pretend to have trouble? Why would she do that?

Carrying around to the trunk, he found the reason. Her car was already full and she didn’t want to bother pulling stuff out to find room. She’d figured he’d do it. ‘Well jokes on her because I’m not doing that.’ He thought as he shoved it in.

After a few unsuccessful attempts to shut the trunk and some more pushing it still wouldn’t go in. He gave it a few kicks to force it down. On his third something shattered below it and the thing finally when in enough to close the trunk, which he did with a ‘Take that’ kind of grin.

Twilight ran back into the garage. “Hey” She yelled at him, “Be careful with my baby.”

She was looking him with her death stare. He just gave her that smug grin. A moment pasted, and she gave up on intimidating him. She threw a house phone to him, and enjoyed watching him almost drop it in his surprise.

“Your friend Braeburn is in the phone.” She said to him.

He put the phone to his ear. “Hey man, what’s up.”

“Hey Spike. You know how my car is in the shop, so I was wondering if you could give me a ride.”

Spike rolled his eyes. ‘How did I know?’ Spike thought to himself sarcastically. Ever since Braeburn had gotten a license he never could seem to not wreck his car. As a result, he was always bumming rides from his friends.

“Yeah, sure man. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be there.” He hung up as Braeburn muttered something along the lines of. “I owe you one.”

“I’ll add it to the growing list.” Spike’s said with a slight chuckle.

Putting the phone down, he looked back to Twilight who was still standing there. She said. “Well I’m going to get going, but you better hope you didn’t break anything. If you did, you’ll regret it.”

“Have fun with that.” He countered. She gave a slight growl, the one she does when she’s annoyed, as she got in her car.

There hadn't been much, she would've been able to do involving revenge at this point but Spike, knew. He knew she would try and exact her revenge giving the chance to even try. Though She had much to plan right then. As She was the entitlement of the old saying of Hell hath no fury. It reminded him of the time, she took revenge on him one of the few nights he stood outside the house to admire the moon. She managed to lock him out, He'd forgotten about his jacket, and nearly spent the entire night out there.

She pulled out of the garage stopping just past the Demon. She took a minute to look over the house. He didn’t need to see her face to know she was trying burn everything into her memory. As she backed into the street she gave one last wave. Whether it was to the house or him, he didn’t know. Then she let the engine roar as she zoomed off.

Spike knew she was nervous, but to him that roar was the sound of her determination. Determined to make new friends, to graduate collage, and to show her nerves whose boss. He couldn’t help but smile as he went back into the house. He smiled because he had a secret, he was nervous too.

In the kitchen, there was a woman at the table sipping coffee and reading a book. She looked up as he came in and gave a motherly smile. Her name was Velvet and she was his adopted mother. If he didn’t know better, he might have thought she was his birth mother.

“Good book?” He asked as he reached into the cereal cabinet. Closing the book, she set it down. “It’s good enough.” She said softly.

Spike knew what she meant. When Velvet was worried she read. One of her favorite sayings was, ‘When you’re down, there’s nothing better than a good book.’

“Hey don’t worry. Twilight and I will be fine.” He tried to laugh but couldn’t. So he just ate cereal.

She gave him a small smile. “I’m sure you will, but still. I’m going to miss my children. Have I ever told you that I consider you my son?”

“Come on. Only like 300 hundred-million times. I know that by now.” Spike tried to pass it off like it was no big deal, but he couldn’t help remembering that day.

There wasn't much to his past about how he met Velvet, as he remembers remaining in the system, A few days after the death of his parents. All the kids had been taken to the nearby park that day. For some reason the bullies all ganged up on him. She’d saved him halfway through getting the crap beat out of him. After they’d all run away, she’d asked why they were beating him and he told his story. She’d asked his name and 9 months later he’d been adopted. If she hadn’t been there that day he would’ve never come to this town, never had the Demon, he would’ve never met Twilight. He never liked to think about that.

He realized she had gotten up and was standing next to him. “Well still. Can I at least have a goodbye hug?”

There was an awkward moment but she deserved it. Using all his willpower, Spike stood up and took the motherly hug like a man. She eventually let go, picked up her book, and let Spike eat his breakfast in a comfortable science.

Once his bowl was empty and in the sink, he walked thought the living room. The TV was playing a recording of last night’s game. He had to resist the urge to watch as he passed by Night Light to get to the stairs.

Back in his room Spike only had two things left to pack. The sheets from the bed, which he uncaringly crammed into a copy paper box, and his swords, which he gently placed into a rifle case as if they were newborn babies. The sword rack joined the sheets. Carrying both at once he headed for the Demon. He found Night Light blocking the front door.

Twilight’s Father Night Light was a man in the prime of his life, even in his forties. More than a little tanned, slightly bald, and well-muscled from his construction job, He had that constant look of ‘Don’t fuck with me’ and it really suited him. Past his appearance was a man of few words, who didn’t mind listening to Spike’s problems, but if he ever thought Spike was being a baby about something he would flip like a coin and become a Tasmanian devil. If Spike learned anything from him it was his love of cars, and the fact he’d let Twilight get away with almost anything.

They stared at each other, eye to eye, man to man. After a long moment Night Light finally said.

“Don’t fuck this up boy. You have a future.” He gave Spike a tough pat on the shoulder and went back to the living room.

Spike was so surprised at Night Light’s words he just stood there in shock for half a minute. He peeked his head into the living room. “You too old man.” Spike called over the TV, and then he ran out the front door in case Night Light changed his mind.

He threw his box and rifle case into the back seat of the Demon, but took one last look around before getting in. Just as Twilight had less than an hour ago, Spike tried to memorize every little detail. From the small things like the cracks in the driveway, to how the bushes needed a trim, and even the size of the tree he climbed last night.

He finally forced himself to get in the car. He turned the key, causing the Hemi to roar to life. Normally Spike would’ve enjoyed listening to the engine, but today he didn’t dare take his focus off leaving. If he didn’t get out of the driveway now, he might never convince himself to go. So with one hand on the leather steering wheel and the other on the gear shift, he backed into the street and zoomed off, letting the engine roar as Twilight had before him.

Unfortunately, Braeburn’s house wasn’t very far. Spike wasn’t even 20 above the 25 mph speed limit before he had to slow down. ‘Braeburn could’ve just walked to my place’ Spike thought as he parked on the curb. ‘But he’ll have stuff to bring won’t he. So this will be faster. Hope he doesn’t have as much as me. I only have the backseat left.’ He got out and walked up the driveway to Braeburn’s house.

As he approached the door he felt a cool breeze, bringing with it the sounds of children from up the street. He paused for a moment for it was a sound he was going to miss at collage.

“Snap out of it Spike.” He said to get himself moving. For the second time in an hour he was afraid that if he stopped, he might not leave at all.

He quickly finished his short walk to the porch and raises a hand to knock, but before he made contact with the hardwood the door swung inward to reveal Braeburn.

Braeburn wasn’t much to look at. Dirty blond hair, 5 foot 8, and a think stomach, likely because of genetics or lots of Doritos. You wouldn’t think anything of his appearance unless you noticed his grey eyes. His football player body hid that he had an IQ of 145 and was a bit awkward around people.

Braeburn had a somber expression on his face. “Thanks for this Spike.” As he came out and closed the door behind him.

“Hey don’t worry about.” Spike said with a smile, then he realizes Braeburn was only carrying one box. “Are you forgetting anything?”

“No Spike. Why would you ask that?” Braeburn replied without a hint of emotion. It was totally unlike him and that worried Spike.

Spike Tried to act casual. “Eh, just making sure cause we aren't coming back for a while.”

“I have all my stuff. I decided I needed a fresh start.” Again his lack of tone worried Spike, but since he didn’t seem to want to tell why, there was nothing Spike could say. He just hoped Braeburn was just nervous about leaving and nothing worse.

Simply putting His box in the Dodge slamming the engine shut before moving back towards the passenger side, Spike was simply sitting in the driver side waiting for his friend to join, Placing the key in the ignition and, all it took was a turn of the key and off they went. Spike rolled the windows down a bit and cranked up the radio till the Country music’s guitars and banjo nearly shook the windows.

“Why don’t you ever play some decent music?” Braeburn tried to yell over the noise.

Not able to hear Spike replied, “What?”

“I said, why don’t you ever play some decent music?” Braeburn said as her turned down the radio. “If you listened to Classical you’d be smarter. It’s better than this racket.”

Spike shook his head. “Braeburn if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times. You what to be a genius you play Classical, but if you want to rebuild an engine you put on some Country. Also driver picks music.”

Outside of town Spike push the Demon till they were going 100mph, almost double the speed limit. Window down, wind in his hair, Spike felt alive. Braeburn not so much.

They soon passed the “Leaving Highland County” sign. He saw the red and blue lights as the cop behind the sign pulled out and began chasing them.

“Damn it, just when I’m having fun.” Spike gave a laugh and looked at Braeburn.

His friend was almost terrified. “I know that look Spike you better not be going to-.” Braeburn didn’t get to finish as Spike’s floored the petal going from 100mph to 180 and change. All it would take is one bad turn kill them both. But this wasn’t Spike’s first chase on this road. By the time that cop was up to speed he’d already lost sight of them. 20 minutes later he hadn’t caught so much as a glimpse and gave up.

“YOU HAVE TO BE THE CRAZIEST SON OF A BITCH I EVER KNEW! GOD DAMN IT SPIKE! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?” Braeburn was yelling at Spike, and had been for the last 15 minutes.

Spike had finally slowed back down to the speed limit, and looked at his friend with his trademark cocky grin. “Yeah but if I wasn’t then I wouldn’t be me boy-o. Besides, life would be boring without me.”

“You could get us arrested! We could go to jail.”

Spike scuffed. “Please. It’s just Wotan. Do you know how many times I’ve done this? It’s just a game at this point.”

Braeburns only replied was muttering curses and insults under his breath. Spike might have been impressed with Braeburn’s vocabulary if he could her them over the music. As they rode away from the only homes they’ve ever known, Spike was thinking how it was like two cowboys riding of in the sunset never to be seen again.

Now if only they had a sunset.

“Dude, we’re clearly lost.” Braeburn said.

“We’re not lost. We’ll be there any minute now.” Said Spike for the 3rd time in half an hour.

“This should’ve been a 6-hour trip. The sun went down 1 an hour ago. When are you going to admit we’re lost?”

Braeburn was absolutely right. 10 hours had passed since they left and sunset was nearly 2 hours ago. If you’ve heard ever heard how some men hate to stop and ask for directions, well then you can figure that Spike was one of those guys. He hated stopping so much that he only did whenever Braeburn got car sick ever couple of hours. Last time they did Braeburn found out that Spike didn’t print any directions and was going from memory. That is how they found themselves on a mostly empty highway.

Spike was about to reply than but Braeburn said, "Spike I think that last sign we passed read, 'Welcome to Mississippi.' Again I think where lost."

“Alright, we’re lost. You’re right. We’ll stop at the next gas station.”

But Instead of stopping for directions right that, his head light, showing the way. Even the star’s seemed to be hiding from him right then.

Spike was feeling the slight extension of his body wearing down from the last few days of packing up and extended partying but he knew he knew he would be getting some sleep. It'd probably be a small two-hour nap at the most but that should've be enough to get him back on his feet, and maybe even going a few rounds’ with Mike Tyson.

Thought the matter was, that Spike was having a rough time trying to keep his eyes on the road, and it was beginning to affect him, But the more he struggled to even stay awake. The heavier his eyelids began to feel.

Braeburn let out a soft moan before saying the name ‘Adam.’ Spike looked at Braeburn, a little more than slightly confused that his friend was muttering a man’s name in his sleep.

“Well That's weird. Never heard him say anything like that before."

There he was driving in the right side of the road, he felt himself slow down, his head moving around looking away from the road as he was getting this odd feeling. As though he was being watched by someone, even the air inside the demon was beginning to bring a chill against his neck. It had to have been something but it still seemed like he was alone on this road. He then did the one thing that helped him calm down most of the time, and that was talking to himself,

“It’s ok me, just relax, you're just imagining things.”

It really didn’t help him much but he went with it right there. As he was hoping for some type of excuse to stop, anything he just was feeling more nervous by the moment like he was about to hit someone.

Spike would continue driving for about another mile, from how it seemed before he looked over seeing a gas station, this was his ticket it seemed like the demon was now, low on he pumped up about fifty, buck worth in gas, and moved parking. He felt himself relaxing right then. As his eyes were flickering, and soon said to himself,

“Five minutes and I’ll get back on the road.”

But that didn’t matter at much as when his eyes finally closed, he was out like a light, and was in what seemed like a dark, slumber only to be alone, hiding in the depths of his mind.