One minute he was sacrificing himself to save the world, the next he was in a law firm in Los Angeles. Spike wasn't sure what the bloody hell his life even was any more, aside from confusing as hell. Which is, ironically, where he thought he'd end up. Then again, Angel was around and that was enough hell for him to endure, wasn't it? But no. That was not enough. He was also now apparently a ghost. Great.
Between the bickering and the confusion, the only thing that was figured out was that no one knew what was going on. Fred was just suggesting that maybe the Powers That Be had sent him here for some higher purpose when he started to fade out and then, entirely disappeared, only to reappear again a few moments later. This was going to be a problem. And he knew exactly who to blame.
"You!" Spike shouted, pointing at Angel, "this is all your fault!"
"Mine?" Angel's tone demanded an explanation to come along with that accusation.
"You brought that bloody amulet to Sunnydale. Would've been the one to use it too, if you hadn't chickened out."
"What did you--"
But Angel's statement went unfinished as Spike barreled on, "You heard me! Left town in the nick of time, didn't you? Before the death and the mayhem, abandonded the woman you claimed to love."
Angel's eyes set into a narrowed glare at Spike's assumption. "She made that call, it wasn't my choice."
"And this bloody hell wasn't mine." He declared, annoyed. "I'm not you, I don't give a piss about atonement or destiny. Just because I got me a soul doesn't mean I'm gonna let myself be led around by--"
"Excuse me?" Fred interjected and Wes went on to add, "Did you just say Spike has a soul? Angel, you never said..."
"Didn't seem worth mentioning," Angel said dismissively, another shrug rolling across his shoulders.
Spike's eyebrows shot up at that. "Or maybe Captain Forehead was feeling a little less special. Didn't like me crashing his exclusive club. Another vampire with a soul in the world."
"You're not in the world, Casper." was the last comment Spike heard before he was suddenly not in the office at Wolfram & Hart. Once again, transported somewhere else.
"Oh, come on!" He threw his hands up in annoyance. "What the bloody hell is this?!" He shouted up at the sky. "You Powers That Be've got a real sick sense of humor, you know that?"