The door slammed behind him as he stalked inside his crypt. "How dare that bloody bitch. Bloody show her. Like a ruddy soul is important anyway. Not Like it did much for the poof. Still a ruddy basterd. Just sucks it all up so he won't take is out on his little pets. Saves it all up for others. Like me..."
Spike growled as he paced restlessly. "All the same they are. Basterds the lot of them. First the whole Cecily debacle. Then Angelus left. Darla didn't bother to stick around either. Cold hearted Bitch that she was. Then Dru..."
Course he just had to get a thing for the slayer. Must be some left over from the damn spell Red had cast that nearly ended up with them getting married. He was so sick of being used and abused. Was it really to much to ask for a little love. 'S all he wanted really. Chip or not he would go without hunting and be a good little white hat if that was what it took. Not that the ruddy bitch would ever believe him.
Course the bloody Scooby's had to play along. Never mind the fact they had actually gotten along together well enough while she had been dead. Dawn was the only one who wanted him around these days. "Course Slayer suddenly decided I'm not good enough to see the Niblet now. Good enough to die for them."
Like bloody cannon fodder but good forbid he actually hung around after. "No... Supposed to fall on my ruddy knees and kiss their bloody feet in thanks for the honour of being allowed to die and get hurt in their place and then crawl back to hide out under my fucking rock until they can use me again." He grabbed at his stomach as a hunger spasm tore through him. Didn't even pay him these days. Still had the bruises he sustained, from the bloody slayer herself no less, four nights ago. One bag in the last two days. Enough to keep him upright for another day. Not enough for him to heal so much as a paper cut though.
Gods he was fucked. "Bet the ruddy poof would laugh his bloody ass off if he saw me now." He let himself slide down the wall. Drawing his knees against his chest and wearily laying his head on his knees. He was so fucking tired. For the thousandth time he wondered why he didn't just walk out into the sun. Dawn's face flashed before his eyes and he had his answer. He needed cash and he needed it now. Needed to feed. Scooby's wouldn't get him any he knew. Wouldn't bother them if he starved to death. He needed to get out of here.
He got up and packed his clothes and the one bottle of Jack he still had left along with a spare pack of sigs. He went to his car and tossed the stuff in. Thought better for a second and gulped down a few swigs of Jack before stuffing the bottle in his pocket. Slipping into the driver's seat he revved up his loyal Desoto and headed for the freeway. Only stopping along a pay phone along the way. Dialling the number from memory he prayed that the slayer was still out.
"Yeah?" He breathed out a sigh of relief and answered. "Heya Nibblet." He felt a smile slip on his face as his name ringed in his ear as she screeched it out loud. "Listen Nibblet. Gonna get out of town for a while. Just need to get out of here for a bit, yeah." He flinched at the disappointment colouring her voice. "When are you going to be back? You haven't been around for ages and..." He sighed. This really sucked. "I know Nibblet. Slayer doesn't like me coming..." He was cut off abruptly as the teen described exactly what her sister could do with her rules.
"...I just got to get out of dodge for a while ok... Sunnyhell's been squeezing the unlife out of... I just really need to get out of here. I don't know when I'll be back, but I WILL be back, ok. Promised your sis I'd watch out for you didn't I... Plan on keeping that promise. Look. I'll keep in touch ok. Might even get one of those cell phones so you can call me." Perhaps she heard the weariness and pain in his voice. Or maybe he hadn't been as good at playing fine as he thought he was. Either way she didn't comment any further on his leaving and just wished him well. Bless her soul. Or green blob of energy. Or whatever...
Took another few swigs of Jack and he was on his way. Making sure to run over the sunnyhell sign as was his wont. Next stop LA. He'd have to get some cash and stock up on supplies and then he'd worry about where to go to next. Seeing the welcome sign lie flat on the ground in his rear-view mirror had him feeling more optimistic already.