Chapter 2 - Of Wax and Beer
"Oww!" Spike snarled, "Bloody hell." he threw a nearby, luckily unlit, candle at the bare stone wall of his crypt and it smashed into a waxy mess. He turned violently, searching for another candle to demolish; it had made him feel slightly better. There was a serious lack of candles. He cursed and stormed over to the fridge in search of cold beer. Alcohol; that's what he needed.
He opened the door and snatched a small glass bottle. It really was kinda small... he shrugged and grabbed two others before slamming the fridge shut and going over to sit on the comfy chair.
Sitting down he pulled the top off his beer and took a generous swig. The beer was frothy and cold and hurt like hell! He spat it out, yelling in pain. The cold, alcoholic liquid dribbled down his bare chest. Spike looked down, watching the beer move down his stomach and onto his jeans.
"Bugger." he picked up the opened bottle, sighed and then chucked it full force at the same wall which he had earlier attacked with the candle. He looked at the sludgy, waxy, beer coated mess with an air of pride. Just then another jolt of agony shot through his upper jaw and he clamped his hand to his face.
"Bloody, buggerin' hell." he complained, he briefly wished that he had a reflection so that he could see the extent of the damage. Stupid lack of reflection. The problem, of course, was that he knew what the damage was. It was all very simple in fact. He'd been having an epic battle with... OK, a bar brawl, with an odd-looking demon with warty pink skin. The demon had started it; he had been a poncy sort of idiot wearing a rather grotesque bird-print shirt. Ted, the demon, had not started the night very well - mainly because he spilled beer on Spike. However, Spike was willing to forgive this. Ted then started talking to Spike in a very overly-friendly way. Ted also kept referring to Spike as 'pal'. Then Ted made his final two mistakes; one - he touched Spike's arm, an act never to be repeated, and, two - he began to slag off the Slayer. It's one thing to spill beer on a guy, apologise incessantly, touch his arm and call him 'pal', and not to mention insult his vision with grotesque clothing. It is definately worth a kicking to make obscene remarks about the woman he loves, whether or not you know that he loves her. Basically, Ted the demon annoyed Spike to point that he asked him to 'step outside' and then beat the undead crap out of him. Sadly, for Spike, Ted got one lucky punch in and cracked a tooth. Even more sad is the fact that it wasn't any old tooth, but a canine so therefore a fang. Worse still was the fact that by the time Spike had noticed this Ted was no more and therefore couldn't pay the dental bills. Bollocks.
Spike walked over to look outside; the sun was out full-force. A wonderful Sunnydale day, unless you were a vampire. He sighed and disappeared down the ladders to sleep. If he could ignore the pain, that is.
A.N. - Sorry that was so short :) my chapters vary in length quite a bit :) It's just so long since I've posted anything... I'm outta practise! Will update if I get reviews :) smirks ah, bribery, an excellent tool :)
Hani xXx
