The Death of Buffy & Spike

"Cor Luv wouldn't you rather get it on", exclaimed Spike as Buffy readied the wooden stake over his chest.

"Don't Cor Luv me, and you'll never get sweaty again." she said gritting her teeth.

"Why not darling, you know I bloody luv you. why do you want to do this?"  He questioned pleading as he was tugging at the handcuffs he was bound by;  hands and feet.

"I'll tell you why, shall I, because you are more popular than me, and people tune in to see you not me anymore you skeletal sack of shit."  With that she raised the stone mallet over the stake for extra impact and stove it into his hairless naked chest.  He screamed NO! for but a moment and then was dust.  She looked at the pile of ash that had been spike and skipped off whistling a merry tune to herself.

As she crossed the road she felt totally content.  "Maybe now the viewers will tune in to see me again." She thought aloud.  But she was so distracted with her conceit; that she did not notice the juggernaut ploughing down the road toward her; It crashed into her smashing her spine, as she flew through the air, over the top of the carriage and fell between the cargo hold and the carriage; then to have her head smashed under the wheels as they tried to grind to a stop her last thought was. "Well at least my death is more interesting than bloody Spikes."

Neither new that everybody was tuned into the tennis on the other channel.

END