It's all AU.

Spike wandered down a tree-lined path in the park. It was night (obviously – he wasn't looking to commit suicide) and he'd rested and drunk some more blood, and the bullet wound in his side was healing nicely. He'd gone out looking for cigarettes but hadn't managed to find any, which seemed to be about par for the course in this place. Couldn't hurt anyone, couldn't feed, couldn't even bloody smoke.

At least the bar served blood. Thank heaven for small mercies.

And alcohol. He'd got himself another bottle of vodka and was swigging it as he sauntered along, vaguely looking for some pretty young thing who might be seduced into letting him drink their blood instead. In Sunnydale, there'd always been one or two possible victims about.

( Spoilers for Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang )

He was dead on the street, bled out by a fucking vampire.

Then he gasped, coughed and he wasn't dead, anymore. Still on the street, though, with a hell of a headache and with a mouth that felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.

He blinked his eyes open and saw someone standing over him. It took another full second for his eyes to focus and for him to recognize that face. Unfortunately, his limbs weren't working yet. So, he did what he could with it.

"Aren't you dead?"

One last glimpse of her parent's solemn face, and then the world blurred, harmony blending with counterpoint in dizzying fugues of motion, lifting her from her home and beyond. To where she needed to be, to the start of her journeyquest.

To...there.

Melodi landed in an ungraceful heap and jangle of dischordancy, sooner than she'd expected, and this place was wrong. No sense of motion, no dance to it, rhythms slow and tangled and everything was the wrong color. The sky was gray-blue, the trees were brown and green and red and gold, the ground beneath her feet a jumbled tangle of grays and browns and it was definitely not where she'd intended to arrive.

Standing up, she brushed off her tunic and looked around. Buildings, too many buildings, too tall, too confining. She headed in the opposite direction, in search of air and space and light.

And "Oh! I didn't...good morning to you."

Morning was mostly a guess, but her smile was genuine.