THE AFTERMATH OF PAIN
I, Spike, am sad. It has been a week since my trauma at the hands of the evil man/ghost Pavayne (yeah thanks for the name mean reviewers :-( But guess what? I totally saw that as butt-rape and so did my friend and my uncle Seamus.)
Tonight there was a Halloween party. Thousands of merry revelers acting happy all around me, as I sat sadly watching them. I wished to join the bunch of people yet I was too sad. For I was now a victim. And I, Spike, would never be the same.
How could I dare to go onto the dance floor, feel men brush their skin against mine, their lips, curvy and sexy, moving up and down also women? Pavayne had turned sex into an evil thing forever.
Then Lorne did a spell and made me happy. I laughed, and could even laugh about that mean man Pavayne. Pavayne may have butt raped me but he did not make me sad forever. For I, Spike, am stronger than any man/ghost. Or should I say other man/ghost because I kinda am a man/ghost.
And I thought Fred looked really cute in her dress and Angel did too. But then he was naked and that didn't remind me of my rape but it does now. And I am sad again.
A/N: I knew Spike had to be hurting tonight in the aftermath of the terrible Pavayne meanness and so I wrote this to try to address the pain that the writers were so mean not to talk about. I know he's a new character but they should still try to make him realistic and show that he's still really sad. :-( I did a book report once on a book called "She's come Undone" and the girl in that was raped and so I know all about it and Spike wouldn't be cool with it this week. :-(
A/N II: I wish I got some nice reviews from nice people. :-)