You did * WHAT * ?!
I was in a silly mood when I wrote this. To tell you the truth I don't even know what Spike's supposed to have done that's so bad. I'll let you use your imaginations.
"You did what ?!"
Spike shut his mouth tight. He really wished he hadn't told her. Buffy stared at him in disbelief.
"No seriously, you didn't."
"I did, now will you drop it please?"
"Um…no."
Spike glared at her and tried to walk away.
"Oh no, you're not going anywhere till you tell me exactly what happened."
A deep rumbling snarl escaped from Spike's throat and he pushed her away from him.
"Leave it OK?"
"No, it's not OK."
He was getting really pissed off. He'd come to the Bronze to warn the Slayer about some scary demon-thing and instead had let slip one of his most embarrassing, most guarded secrets.
"Buffy, I'm warning you, leave it."
Spike stormed out of the Bronze, leaving the thumping music and the tantalising rhythm of so many heart-beats behind him.
He hadn't even got to Mo's Pizzeria, when he heard the familiar clack, clack of the Slayer's 4 inch heels. He turned around.
You bitch.
There were Willow and Xander following her like ducklings.
"Spike, tell them what you told me."
He almost laughed, "You must be joking! If you seriously think I'd tell them anything, you need mental attention!"
"Fine, I'll tell them."
"Fine by me."
He was lying of course. He knew Buffy would exaggerate his mistake as far as her 18yr old imagination would allow. He watched as the original members of the Scooby Gang huddled. He growled as all three of them fell into hysterics.
"Well now you know, you can bugger off and leave me alone. Preferably forever."
Willow giggled, "You didn't really, she's making it up… is she?"
Spike glared at Buffy then turned to Willow, "Yes she bloody well is."
Xander smirked, "Liar."
"That's it! I've had enough. I come to tell you that some demon is going to destroy you all, and what do you do? You humiliate me. Well thanks alot Ms Summers. I really appreciate the trouble you went to."
Giving the 3 mortals one last look of complete contempt, Spike stalked off into the night, maybe if he was lucky that demon would destroy them all, maybe, just maybe.
Spike woke up the next night feeling refreshed and in a surprisingly good mood considering the events of the previous night.
The phone rang.
"Spike here."
It was Angel.
"Spike?"
"What do you want?!"
"Please tell me you didn't."
Infuriated, Spike threw the receiver to the floor sending the cradle with it. Angel was left on the other end, talking to himself. As usual.
Spike'd had enough. He got in his car and left for Sunnydale airport. He boarded the plane leaving for the furthest point from Sunnydale.
"Aaah, at last. No, Buffy. No Slayerettes and no poncy bugger called Angel. Bliss."
"Senor William?"
"Hmm?"
"Long distance call for you in the lobby."
"Oh, thanks."
It was Dru.
"Spike ,Pet, you didn't!"
Again Spike broke the phone, this time crushing it (cradle and all) with his bare hands. He ran. And ran. And ran. He ran until he could run no further because the sun came up and he got dusted.
In Hell: William Lords I presume.
"Who? Me? William Lords? Yeah s'me."
Also known as William the Bloody?
"Yeah."
Also known as Spike for your affection of torturing your victims with railroad spikes?
"That's me, evil through and through."
Tell me something…
"Fire away."
You didn't REALLY did you?
I was in a silly mood when I wrote this. To tell you the truth I don't even know what Spike's supposed to have done that's so bad. I'll let you use your imaginations.
"You did what ?!"
Spike shut his mouth tight. He really wished he hadn't told her. Buffy stared at him in disbelief.
"No seriously, you didn't."
"I did, now will you drop it please?"
"Um…no."
Spike glared at her and tried to walk away.
"Oh no, you're not going anywhere till you tell me exactly what happened."
A deep rumbling snarl escaped from Spike's throat and he pushed her away from him.
"Leave it OK?"
"No, it's not OK."
He was getting really pissed off. He'd come to the Bronze to warn the Slayer about some scary demon-thing and instead had let slip one of his most embarrassing, most guarded secrets.
"Buffy, I'm warning you, leave it."
Spike stormed out of the Bronze, leaving the thumping music and the tantalising rhythm of so many heart-beats behind him.
He hadn't even got to Mo's Pizzeria, when he heard the familiar clack, clack of the Slayer's 4 inch heels. He turned around.
You bitch.
There were Willow and Xander following her like ducklings.
"Spike, tell them what you told me."
He almost laughed, "You must be joking! If you seriously think I'd tell them anything, you need mental attention!"
"Fine, I'll tell them."
"Fine by me."
He was lying of course. He knew Buffy would exaggerate his mistake as far as her 18yr old imagination would allow. He watched as the original members of the Scooby Gang huddled. He growled as all three of them fell into hysterics.
"Well now you know, you can bugger off and leave me alone. Preferably forever."
Willow giggled, "You didn't really, she's making it up… is she?"
Spike glared at Buffy then turned to Willow, "Yes she bloody well is."
Xander smirked, "Liar."
"That's it! I've had enough. I come to tell you that some demon is going to destroy you all, and what do you do? You humiliate me. Well thanks alot Ms Summers. I really appreciate the trouble you went to."
Giving the 3 mortals one last look of complete contempt, Spike stalked off into the night, maybe if he was lucky that demon would destroy them all, maybe, just maybe.
Spike woke up the next night feeling refreshed and in a surprisingly good mood considering the events of the previous night.
The phone rang.
"Spike here."
It was Angel.
"Spike?"
"What do you want?!"
"Please tell me you didn't."
Infuriated, Spike threw the receiver to the floor sending the cradle with it. Angel was left on the other end, talking to himself. As usual.
Spike'd had enough. He got in his car and left for Sunnydale airport. He boarded the plane leaving for the furthest point from Sunnydale.
"Aaah, at last. No, Buffy. No Slayerettes and no poncy bugger called Angel. Bliss."
"Senor William?"
"Hmm?"
"Long distance call for you in the lobby."
"Oh, thanks."
It was Dru.
"Spike ,Pet, you didn't!"
Again Spike broke the phone, this time crushing it (cradle and all) with his bare hands. He ran. And ran. And ran. He ran until he could run no further because the sun came up and he got dusted.
In Hell: William Lords I presume.
"Who? Me? William Lords? Yeah s'me."
Also known as William the Bloody?
"Yeah."
Also known as Spike for your affection of torturing your victims with railroad spikes?
"That's me, evil through and through."
Tell me something…
"Fire away."
You didn't REALLY did you?