Name's Spike. Yeah, I guess you could say I was evil. I wouldn't go that far, but I did flip off a box of kittens yesterday. (In my defense they were asking for it). First thing people notice about me is I'm a vamp. Yeah 100 percent vampire.

No complaints here, the only downside is I can't see yours truly when I check the mirror. Big shame. Oh, and there's also that… being dead. Thing. But it doesn't get me down.

But I wasn't always a vampire. I was 'sired' by Angel. He's a pretty boy vampire who now has a soul. That's one thing we now have in common, I got my soul back sometime last year after submitting to grueling trials, and I mean grueling.

So Nancy boy and I are two of a kind. Both of us are vampires with souls. We went our separate ways after he became a goody two shoes, he went to America and developed a terrible accent and chased a few blonde bimbo's as I recall.

Myself, I stayed in merry old England for a while. Plenty of things for me to do there before I crossed the big puddle they call the Atlantic. It was where I was born, you could probably tell, I wasn't about to leave it in a hurry.

As far as vampires go, I'm as sodding bad as they get. I've even killed a few slayers, y'know. Actually that's where I got this rather snazzy coat from. Killed the slayer, took her coat. Evil, you see? Don't get me wrong. I have a soul now, but I'm still tough. (Remember the kittens?)

Back when I was.. Well, alive. I used to be called William the bloody. Don't ask me why (No seriously) that was aournd two hundred years ago now. Oh how much I've learned and killed. Mostly killed.

I was a poet, hard to believe I know, but it's true. It was a dreary life, in many ways I suppose I should be thankful for Angel's timely intervention in my life. I should be grateful he made me who I am today. Dead.

Still, just because I haven't got a pulse, doesn't mean I haven't got feelings. Since I got my soul back I unfortunately fell in love with Buffy. A vampire slayer. Oh the bloody irony.

I hated that I loved her. Some days I wanted to send my soul right back again. Buffy doesn't feel the same, and though we've had some very… intimate moments, her love belongs to Angel, the constant thorn in my side. A lot of people have accused me of being jealous of the pretty boy, but I can assure you, my hatred comes from long ago.

We've even teamed up a few times. He's a lot more fun when he turns all 'big bad' again and gets all evil Angelus. We used to have great fun rounding up the pathetic walking meals, like in the good old days.

But we've also teamed up as Spike and Angel, most recently in the Hellmouth itself. Brothers in arms kind of thing, I think.

I guess despite the aggression towards each other, we've been through a couple of centuries together as fellow vamps.

Anyway, that's me, Spike. If you have any questions you can direct them to no-one.