Open on Sunday, Prompt: Shift

[garnigal]

The engine growled.

The wind howled.

Spike downshifted and pulled over to the side of the road. He threw himself out of the car and howled his pain into the night.

He’d driven for four hours and then found somewhere (killed a man and stole his parking spot) to hide out for the day. Drusilla had stayed unconscious until nightfall.

He’d been worried, but now he realized it was the only peace he’d get.

She woke, screaming for Angelus.

She fought and cried, demanding he go back. She was inconsolable and enraged by turns.

He knew she’d never forgive him.

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