It was 18h30, night was already there. Spike was laying in his bed, waiting. He was thinking about these past months and how everything had been so wrong. It was so bloody annoying to brood about what he had done, what he should have done, blablabla… He wasn't that kind of guy, he was a hero, a badass vampire with nothing but fury and strength.
It was extremely disturbing to see that nothing lasts forever, even when you're immortal. He had often thought that death was fun, but somehow since he get his soul back, he was bored by everything, especially by himself.
He lighted a cigarette, smoking silently while zapping between channels on tv.
He stayed for two minutes or so on a tv show then turned it off. "Bloody Salvatore Brothers… he said to himself, they should learn what they're talking about".
Suddenly someone knocked at the door. "Yeah?" he asked roughly. "Are you smoking again?" his roommate asked.
"Of course not, love!" he answered. That was annoying. This girl had the nose of a drug dog. She opened the door swiftly, and then made him a "I knew it" look. "You're such a liar! Go outside, that wont kill you!". He smiled at this last sentence.
He and the girl had met one night in a bar. She was drunk and was explaining how hard it was to find a decent roommate in this town … Next thing she knew, was Spike.
Of course he had lied to her. She was a bit of a weirdo but not as in "my roommie is a vampire" weirdo… So he had made up a nice story of him being this underground musician.
He stayed in bed all day Long, sometimes watching tv, drinking boose, smoking cigarettes…
And at the beginning she was ok with it, but things had changed and she was now really nosy. But, hey, there was nothing to do about it, because it was already so exhausting even just live.
The fact of being a vampire and having a human roommate was weird. Of course he knew that. But when he had left LA and Angel, and all that crap, he was really far away from any kind of good sense, which had never been a problem before though.
Anyway, now he was a small town guy sharing a flat with a weird chick.
The town's name was Sunnydale. Stupid right? As if it was possible to go back in time, find a Sunnydale bis and maybe another slayer. It was the worst Sunnydale ever. When he was out at night, he always hoped to find this girl with a spark. A spark of darkness to sleep in. To sleep with. To love.
But no! The girls were boringly normal and stupid as hell. There was no more Buffy. And more and more often there was no more Spike either.
He rolled on the bed and opened a small fridge, he grabbed a bag of blood, and tried to open it properly. But the hunger was too strong and he ripped it with his bare tooth, feeling a rush of life going threw his brain. It was time to go out.