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Author's note: Well here it is, the first chapter of the sequel to "The ghost rider." I hope you all like it. Tell me what you think. Savvy?

"The possibility of physical and mental breakdown is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride"

-Johnny Depp (Fear and loathing in Las Vegas)

The air was soothing and chilled. A sound of bells chimed in the distance. It seemed like a haunted lullaby. A black car sat undisturbed on the side of a quiet road. A woman stood leaned against it smoking a cigarette wrapped in brown paper. Her intense green eyes gazed around the haunted air and she blew a cloud of white smoke. Her now raven hair moved slightly in the wind and seemed to want to cover her eyes. Her mind trailed off to a daughter that she had waiting for her at home. She remembered the beautiful little girls cries as she tried to explain why she was leaving. She had left her with a hometown friend. This trip she needed to make on her own.

Slowly she looked down at the ground as she crushed the remains of her cigarette under the heal of her boot. Her boots used to be black but they were so scuffed you couldn't tell what color they were. As the wind blew she pulled her black leather jacket around her delicate body. To the average person she would seem like a quiet, weak woman. But she was none of those. She had come all this way to find the person who had turned her life into a livnig hell almost six years ago. This person had changed her in more ways then one. And boy would they be surprised.

As the wind started to blow faster she pulled herself into the not cheap rental car. For all the money that it cost her to rent this car it better not crap out on her. Especially in a unknown country. She turned the engine and heard it roar to life. Quickly she raced down back road ways looking for the closet bar. If she was going to find this person she had to start asking around. People were bound to know who she was talking about.

After what seemed like hours she skitted to a stop in the front of a lonely little tavern. She pulled herself out of the car and headed for the door. Inside the place was dark and quiet. A few whispers were heard amoung the smoke filled room. She found herself a nice cozy spot in the corner and proceeded to remove her jacket. Underneath the jacket revealed a tight, black, sleeveless shirt, delicate toned arms. On one of the arms lay a tattoo of a skull with two swords crossed underneath of it. She knew people were eyeing her. After all, she was a stranger to these parts.

Slowly she gazed around this tavern and took in all she could take. A nervous barkeep walked over slowly and asked what she wanted. She leaned forward and let the light reveal her face. As she told the barkeep she wanted a rum and coke she heard a slight sigh of relief. She seemed to smirk. "I am sorry miss." he said. His foreign accent coming through. "I thoguht that you were someone else." She laughed a little and asked him who he thought she was.

The barkeep looked around nervously and then settled his eyes on her. "There's a man in these parts. He kills at random. He is a legend around here. I just saw the black clothes and the way you walked and thought that he had found his way into my bar." She let out a faint laugh. "Oh really? And what would this man's name be?" The barkeep looked around nervously again and then back at here. "Well no one knows his real name but around here, we call him "the ghost rider."

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The woman walked out of the tavern an hour later with a slight buzz. She knew she could never handle a rum and coke. Well at least she was making progress. She was in the right country. A little more of visting bars and maybe she might just find her way into his path. Thinking of this she smirked slightly and pulled herself into her car. As she sat in her car she pulled out another one of her cigaretter wrapped in brown paper. She lit it and stuck the end in her mouth. As the smoke flowed out her now open mouth she started the engine. Time for the next tavern.

The next tavern was even darker than the one she had found herself in before. She made her way into the back again and sat down quietly. She lit another cigarette and looked around. The people in this tavern were full aware of her presence. Some of them looked and some of them just continued with what they were doing before. As she slid back in her seat another figure entered the tavern. A hush suddenly fell over the whole room. This man that stood before her was clad all in black. His boots clinked against the title floor and his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses and raven hair. This was her man.

She felt all the air sept quickly out of her body. He stood there silently just gazing around. This was the man who had driven her crazy almost six years ago. She was sure of that. She sunk farther into her corner and just watched. She watched as he walked over to the barkeep and whispered an order. The barkeep slid over a glass of some kind of brown liquid. The man took a swig of it and then turned around. The air was once again suck out of her and the room as a single gunshot filled the whole room.

No one had ever seen the gun that the man held in his hand. She watched as he headed for the door and the man slumped over onto the floor that had recieved the bullet. She smiled as she heard the loud whispers and screams. I found you. She thought. "Welcome home Spencer." she muttered under her smoke filled breath.