Crush
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Buffy walked her usual route around the graveyard, looking for unsuspecting vamps to dust. She walked some more, and soon began to get tired.
"Geez this place is dead tonight-uh, no pun intended."
Then, as she walked by an old crypt, she sensed something-almost a disturbance in the area. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," she called quietly into the sky. * * * "Aw, shit!" Spike swore to his minion. "She sensed us-the fourth time this week." He chuckled. "Well, she's proved me wrong again." With that he pushed the minion out the crypt door and into the Slayer's path. While she was distracted, he sneakily slipped out and ran the few blocks to his lair.
After he reached home he started to get hungry. He walked down the stony steps to the dungeon, where there were five or so prisoners chained up.
"Were they fed?" he asked the minion keeping guard.
"Yes, master," The young vampire replied.
"Good," Spike walked into one of the cells and as he did so, vamped out. He randomly chose one and sunk his teeth into her flesh, drinking her life. But before he could drain her, he abruptly pulled out, and then went back to his normal face. He walked out of the cell, leaving the girl sobbing and clutching her neck.
"Oh, you'll be fine," he snapped.
"Master?" the minion asked carefully. "I was wondering-is it necessary to keep them here? And why don't we finfish them off- you know, like we're supposed to do-" he was cut off as Spike picked him up by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
"We were already over this, Dunn," he snarled menacingly. "You know she'll get suspicious if there're too many bodies found dead or disappearing. And we can't spoil the surprise, can we?" He released Dunn, who fell to the floor, and then walked back upstairs.
"God," the vampire held his throat. "I guess this is what you get when you're master's in love with the Slayer."
Buffy walked her usual route around the graveyard, looking for unsuspecting vamps to dust. She walked some more, and soon began to get tired.
"Geez this place is dead tonight-uh, no pun intended."
Then, as she walked by an old crypt, she sensed something-almost a disturbance in the area. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," she called quietly into the sky. * * * "Aw, shit!" Spike swore to his minion. "She sensed us-the fourth time this week." He chuckled. "Well, she's proved me wrong again." With that he pushed the minion out the crypt door and into the Slayer's path. While she was distracted, he sneakily slipped out and ran the few blocks to his lair.
After he reached home he started to get hungry. He walked down the stony steps to the dungeon, where there were five or so prisoners chained up.
"Were they fed?" he asked the minion keeping guard.
"Yes, master," The young vampire replied.
"Good," Spike walked into one of the cells and as he did so, vamped out. He randomly chose one and sunk his teeth into her flesh, drinking her life. But before he could drain her, he abruptly pulled out, and then went back to his normal face. He walked out of the cell, leaving the girl sobbing and clutching her neck.
"Oh, you'll be fine," he snapped.
"Master?" the minion asked carefully. "I was wondering-is it necessary to keep them here? And why don't we finfish them off- you know, like we're supposed to do-" he was cut off as Spike picked him up by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
"We were already over this, Dunn," he snarled menacingly. "You know she'll get suspicious if there're too many bodies found dead or disappearing. And we can't spoil the surprise, can we?" He released Dunn, who fell to the floor, and then walked back upstairs.
"God," the vampire held his throat. "I guess this is what you get when you're master's in love with the Slayer."
