Lomboko is dead. Been dead for a few days, though I'm just now getting around to writing about it.
He actually showed up here, in Los Angeles, alone. He made short work of
Spike and
Harris, to say nothing about almost putting
Nabbit into traction. He would've killed me, too, if it wasn't for
Faith's timely appearance.
I guess I owe the girl one.
I wasn't expecting Lomboko to take matters into his own hands and try to kill me himself. But I suppose the prospect of
the Slayer paying him a visit was enough to spur him on.
But at least it's over. And Las Vegas will be safe, as well, without Lomboko.
Which leaves us here.
Harris left for Sunnydale with Faith and
another woman I didn't recognize. They'd apparently come to Los Angeles looking for some mystical book. And while Nabbit's out of the hospital, he's hardly ready to battle demons again...not that I would've thought he ever was, but that's neither here nor there.
That leaves Spike.
Alone.
I want to trust him. Especially after what happened with Lomboko and after what happened in Sunnydale a few months ago. But given what I know...
How can I be sure he hasn't just taken advantage of this opportunity, away from any restraints, away from the Slayer(s), to merely embrace his true nature?
I can't. Simple as that.
If I'm wrong, and he truly means well, then he's alone here. And I can help him.
And if I'm right...
...I just hope I'm wrong.