Mar 27, 2009 21:50
Spike reclined back in his red pleather chair that whined with every move and sighed, staring at where he had Valentine handcuffed to a slab of concrete next to the telly. Kidnapping was not all it was cracked up to be. Mostly because this git wouldn't stop blabbering like an idiot.
buffy,
dean,
helena,
rl,
rain,
valentine,
suze,
delirium
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He tugged fruitlessly at the cuffs and sighed, slumping against the wall.
"... could you at least change the channel to something mildly interesting?"
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"Okay. So this is the place. Hopefully. You guys ready?" she asked.
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They were standing a few feet away from the crypt Spike was likely hiding in. Buffy'd gotten a good tip from Willy the Snitch (after a few threats to bash his head into the bar) and decided to act on it.
"Ready," she replied, slipping a precautionary stake into the sleeve of her jacket.
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