It was a dark, stormy night and the only three people out had tumbled into the vacant crypt. Anya was anxiously gripping Spike's leather coat and trying to adjust her eyes to the poor lighting of the creepy cereal box of death. Spike pulled his jacket out of her death grip, "Do you mind? You're going to bruise the leather!"
Jack smoothed the lapels of his grey military coat, "I think this may be the place."
"Maybe?" Spike asked. He stuck his hand into the deep pocket of his black, leather duster and took out an old, dented Zippo lighter. The bright flame hardly made a difference against the bland contrasts of blacks and grays of the dank crypt, "You better be bloody sure! I didn't quit a promising game of kitten poker to go on a wild goose chase with you lot!" A chilling breeze made its way through the cement room, sending chills up Anya's spine and blowing the orange flame out.
"I think we'd better go, Jack." Her shaky hands found their way back to the rugged arm of Spike's jacket, "There may be bunnies in here."
"Anya," Spike laughed, "You are a thousand year old ex-demon who's seen more blood and gore than me! I happen to be a master vampire from the nineteenth century with more bloodshed that Jack the bloody Ripper under my belt standing next to him," Spike hitched his thumb in Jack's general direction, "An immortal, omni-sexual time traveler from the future and you're scared of a sodding rabbit?" asked Spike.
Anya's nod was invisible in the horrifying darkness of the murky crypt, "Of course I am! The question you should be asking is why you aren't?"
Jack scratched the back of his head, "Bunnies happen to have a regular tendency of being the most adorable things on the planet Earth." He said honestly, "All the fuzzy…"
"No!" Anya shrieked, "Bunnies are not cute! What is delightful about those floppy ears, hoppy legs, twitchy noses, and uncanny, beady eyes? All bunnies are demonic, end of story."
Spike's vampire eyesight permitted him to see in the gloomy crypt. He looked directly at Anya, "Anyanka, love, I am almost positive that rabbits are not demonic. Even if they were, why would they be in a cemetery on Halloween?" Anya's fear stricken eyes shot around the dim room, but did not see anything due to the total darkness.
"Promise you'll protect me, Spike."
Spike rolled his ocean blue eyes when he heard Jack's amused chuckle, "I promise to protect you from the bloody demonic bunnies." Her soft face pressed against his black clad alabaster chest, "You're welcome."
"Aha!" Jack smiled, showing the two rows of shining white teeth in his mouth, "I found it!" Slipping on his vortex manipulator, Jack pressed the glowing, red button, igniting the fluorescent lights overhead, "What are these doing in a crypt?"
Spike frowned, "I don't like them. They make me look dead."
Jack and Anya both starred at him, curiously studying his face. Jack dramatically cleared his throat, "You're a vampire. You are dead by trade." Captain Jack quickly glanced at Anya, whom was still breathlessly clinging to and annoyed Spike. Her face read an expression of horror.
"Alright, pet?" asked Spike. He craned his neck when he heard Jack quietly chuckling, "What is it, mate?" Jack hunched over, bracing himself on a chipped sarcophagus, still hysterically laughing. He pointed to the large plaque on the gigantic wall in front of them. Several box shaped compartments filled the stretch of concrete with names written in perfect rows. Hoppy, Thumper, Lucy, and Butch were all included. Spike laughed himself when Anya fainted in his arms. He held her tightly, reading the inscription on the crypt wall.
Jack put a manicured hand on his chest and sighed, letting out one more laugh, "Rabbit Cemetery…A memorial for our friends."