Spike looked around the room. He was shut under the stairs, waiting for
sunset when he could go back to the mansion. He hadn't meant to get stuck
here, but sometimes the sunrise just creeps up out of nowhere and now he
was stuck under the stairs for the rest of the day.
He'd slept for several hours, but vampires don't need much sleep and now he was bored. There was still several hours to before sunrise and he wanted entertainment now. He looked round the small cupboard. His only companions were two Hoovers, a dusty cardboard box and a broom. For lack of anything better to do, he opened the box. Inside was hundreds of teatowels, all brown, all dirty, all boring. He picked up the top layer of teatowels, only to find more underneath. After a brief, frantic search for anything except teatowels in the box, he gave up and looked around again, accessing his options. All he had was two Hoovers, a broom and an empty cardboard box and hundreds of teatowels strewn across the floor. He looked at the Hoovers. Why would anybody have two Hoovers? He investigated them.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with the mechanism in either, he thought, sitting on a pile of teatowels, surrounded by bits of Hoover, so why have two? He still had two hours to go before sundown so looked around for something else to do. He squinted at the heaps of teatowels, and then at the Hoovers. There must be someway to rig them up so that when switched on, they spew out bits of teatowel. In the interests of scientific advancement, he went to work. He shredded as many of the teatowels as possible into thin strips and then stuffed them into the Hoovers. Rearranging various key components he soon had the Hoovers looking like normal, except that, hopefully when turned on, instead of sucking up dust; they'd blow out shreds of material. He smiled, revenge was sweet. Realising it was now dusk, he opened the door to the cupboard and left.
Buffy looked around her room. It was now tidy, except it needed a quick going over with the Hoover. She went down to the under the stairs cupboard, got out the new Hoover and dragged it upstairs. It was time they sold the old Hoover; they'd won the new one ages ago. Reaching her bedroom, she plugged in the Hoover and turned it on. And then turned it off as quickly as possible.
"SPIKE!!" She yelled. She knew leaving him in her house had been a mistake. Now he was going to pay.
Spike heard the faint rustling sounds in the bushes at the side of the cemetery. Smelling human blood he smiled maliciously and moved towards the sound. Buffy erupted out of the bushes at him.
"Do you have any idea how long it took me to clear up my room? I let you stay as a favour, so you wouldn't burn, now I'm just going to dust you." She produced a stake.
Spike backed nervously away, desperately trying to remember what it was he'd done.
"Wait.Um.I'm really sorry. I won't do it again." He did not need a fight with the Slayer right now. Especially not with the chip.
"You're damned right you won't. Dust can't usually manipulate Hoovers."
The light dawned.
"Oh, that. Look, I'm really sorry about that.I was bored and it.it was an exercise in testing my mechanical know-how. Did it actually work then?"
Buffy slowly advanced on him. "Say good bye, " she said hefting the stake. Spike gave her a quick grin and ran off. Buffy ran after him, tripped him up and knelt down over him, stake hovering over his heart.
"This should stop you ruining other people's neat, tidy bedrooms", she said, plunging the stake into his heart. There was a slight POOF! sound and then he turned to dust. Buffy smirked smugly, got up and went back to her house to warn her mother about the Hoovers, little knowing it was too late and all she'd find was a distraught Joyce and a sitting room covered in shreds of tea towel.
He'd slept for several hours, but vampires don't need much sleep and now he was bored. There was still several hours to before sunrise and he wanted entertainment now. He looked round the small cupboard. His only companions were two Hoovers, a dusty cardboard box and a broom. For lack of anything better to do, he opened the box. Inside was hundreds of teatowels, all brown, all dirty, all boring. He picked up the top layer of teatowels, only to find more underneath. After a brief, frantic search for anything except teatowels in the box, he gave up and looked around again, accessing his options. All he had was two Hoovers, a broom and an empty cardboard box and hundreds of teatowels strewn across the floor. He looked at the Hoovers. Why would anybody have two Hoovers? He investigated them.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with the mechanism in either, he thought, sitting on a pile of teatowels, surrounded by bits of Hoover, so why have two? He still had two hours to go before sundown so looked around for something else to do. He squinted at the heaps of teatowels, and then at the Hoovers. There must be someway to rig them up so that when switched on, they spew out bits of teatowel. In the interests of scientific advancement, he went to work. He shredded as many of the teatowels as possible into thin strips and then stuffed them into the Hoovers. Rearranging various key components he soon had the Hoovers looking like normal, except that, hopefully when turned on, instead of sucking up dust; they'd blow out shreds of material. He smiled, revenge was sweet. Realising it was now dusk, he opened the door to the cupboard and left.
Buffy looked around her room. It was now tidy, except it needed a quick going over with the Hoover. She went down to the under the stairs cupboard, got out the new Hoover and dragged it upstairs. It was time they sold the old Hoover; they'd won the new one ages ago. Reaching her bedroom, she plugged in the Hoover and turned it on. And then turned it off as quickly as possible.
"SPIKE!!" She yelled. She knew leaving him in her house had been a mistake. Now he was going to pay.
Spike heard the faint rustling sounds in the bushes at the side of the cemetery. Smelling human blood he smiled maliciously and moved towards the sound. Buffy erupted out of the bushes at him.
"Do you have any idea how long it took me to clear up my room? I let you stay as a favour, so you wouldn't burn, now I'm just going to dust you." She produced a stake.
Spike backed nervously away, desperately trying to remember what it was he'd done.
"Wait.Um.I'm really sorry. I won't do it again." He did not need a fight with the Slayer right now. Especially not with the chip.
"You're damned right you won't. Dust can't usually manipulate Hoovers."
The light dawned.
"Oh, that. Look, I'm really sorry about that.I was bored and it.it was an exercise in testing my mechanical know-how. Did it actually work then?"
Buffy slowly advanced on him. "Say good bye, " she said hefting the stake. Spike gave her a quick grin and ran off. Buffy ran after him, tripped him up and knelt down over him, stake hovering over his heart.
"This should stop you ruining other people's neat, tidy bedrooms", she said, plunging the stake into his heart. There was a slight POOF! sound and then he turned to dust. Buffy smirked smugly, got up and went back to her house to warn her mother about the Hoovers, little knowing it was too late and all she'd find was a distraught Joyce and a sitting room covered in shreds of tea towel.