My thoughts were all over the place as I walked through the gravestones. Faith was back in town, that in itself was enough to make me feel on edge and tense.
Not only that but there was some kind of strange portal thing opened releasing it's demony badness on Sunnydale. I knew it probably wasn't Angel's fault, but that didn't stop me from blaming him. After all he did know the guy who owned the bar...
I looked up as I heard something moving in the bushes to my right. My grip tightened around the stake.
I held my hands up and took one step back. Slayer always could sense when I was 'round, just like I can sense her. Two of a kind...she just can't see it.
"Easy there, luv. No need t'be hasty now."
Reached into my pocket and pulled out a lighter and some fags. Smokes always seem to make things easier whenever I'm around her. Inhale, exhale...don't really need to, but since when did I ever follow the rules?
"Just wonderin' if I could lend a helpin' hand. What with you all alone and the Soldier-Boy gone now."
I grinned. Couldn't help it. Curled my tongue and took in her little "slaying" get-up she had on tonight. Always thought her clothes were entirely wrong for dustin' vamps, but perfect for shaggin' them...
"Spike," I said with a frown, as I lowered my stake. I had barely awknowledged his presence before I was on my way again. He was a nuisance that I'd gotten used to ignoring.
"Just wonderin' if I could lend a helpin' hand. What with you all alone and the Soldier-Boy gone now."
I stopped and turned around to stare at him. His jab about Riley hurt more than I cared to admit. "Spike, what are you doing here?"
Oh, there's the frown. That condescending look of "Spike, get lost." Wait, just wait, she'll tell me to get lost...
"Spike, what are you doing here?"
Same thing.
I walked a bit closer to her, taking small steps as I came upon my...prey. Yeah, that's the word for her. May not be the kind of prey she used to be, but that's the word for her.
"Like I said, Slayer, just here t'help. No Scoobies around too, I notice. And with all the demony-things comin' outta that portal or what-not in that bar...well, it seems you need all the help a bloke can offer."
Don't say it, Slayer. Don't tell me to bugger off. Your words hurt more than any stake possibly could.
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My thoughts were all over the place as I walked through the gravestones. Faith was back in town, that in itself was enough to make me feel on edge and tense.
Not only that but there was some kind of strange portal thing opened releasing it's demony badness on Sunnydale. I knew it probably wasn't Angel's fault, but that didn't stop me from blaming him. After all he did know the guy who owned the bar...
I looked up as I heard something moving in the bushes to my right. My grip tightened around the stake.
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"Easy there, luv. No need t'be hasty now."
Reached into my pocket and pulled out a lighter and some fags. Smokes always seem to make things easier whenever I'm around her. Inhale, exhale...don't really need to, but since when did I ever follow the rules?
"Just wonderin' if I could lend a helpin' hand. What with you all alone and the Soldier-Boy gone now."
I grinned. Couldn't help it. Curled my tongue and took in her little "slaying" get-up she had on tonight. Always thought her clothes were entirely wrong for dustin' vamps, but perfect for shaggin' them...
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"Spike," I said with a frown, as I lowered my stake. I had barely awknowledged his presence before I was on my way again. He was a nuisance that I'd gotten used to ignoring.
"Just wonderin' if I could lend a helpin' hand. What with you all alone and the Soldier-Boy gone now."
I stopped and turned around to stare at him. His jab about Riley hurt more than I cared to admit. "Spike, what are you doing here?"
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"Spike, what are you doing here?"
Same thing.
I walked a bit closer to her, taking small steps as I came upon my...prey. Yeah, that's the word for her. May not be the kind of prey she used to be, but that's the word for her.
"Like I said, Slayer, just here t'help. No Scoobies around too, I notice. And with all the demony-things comin' outta that portal or what-not in that bar...well, it seems you need all the help a bloke can offer."
Don't say it, Slayer. Don't tell me to bugger off. Your words hurt more than any stake possibly could.
I try for small talk.
"So...um...how's the bit?"
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