This was the most horrible thing that had ever happened to him. Worse than any of the trouble he had gotten into with Angelus, Darla, and Drucilla. He hadn't thought there was anything left that could scare him...then this happened. It was a madhouse. People were screaming, things were being thrown, girls were grabbing at his clothes and limbs, and signs were being waved around. "Spike!" "We love you Spike!" "Marry me!" "Make me a vampire!" "Spike!" "Over here Spike!" "I want to have your babies!" As he fought his way through the crowd, he watched one girl start crying and flailing around, like she'd just been told everyone she loved was dead. Another two girls were attacking each other, both screaming things like "he's mine!" "no, he's MINE!" "I saw him first!" "no, I did!" In the melee, the sleeve of his coat got torn, and he felt someone slam into him hard enough to leave a bruise. No way was he staying here longer than he had to. He finally reached the door, slammed it behind him, and leaned on it, panting. He shot a glare at the other person in the room. "Buffy, remind me never to let you take me to a Convention EVER again."