He tossed and turned all day, the blanket got wrapped up around him and he tried to wriggle out of it but found himself stuck. Spike stretched and ripped the covers down the middle. He sat up and threw the scraps on the floor. The sun was just setting and it gave a sickly orange glow to the room. He groaned, Spikes head was throbbing and he needed to do something…anything. He needed to kill something, but what?
Spike stood up, swaying where he stood, and walked into the bathroom. He looked into the broken mirror and found nothing…no reflection, no sign of his menial existence. He needed to do something. Argh, he growled, went back to the bed and grabbed his old leather coat. He needed to get out of this dump…go away from this place…go somewhere…anywhere. Spike grabbed a piece of the broken chair, it was sharp and it was what he needed. He yanked open the door and stormed out of the room, he needed to hunt…to kill.
The city was filled with the stench of decay and death. The streets were littered with the homeless and the crazy mumbling to themselves, peddling for money. Spike passed them all without a glance, they were nothing to him. He strutted down the road, past the Cineplex towards the cemetery. He knew that he would find some solace there. Spike clutched the sharp wooden post in his hand, he was going to do some damage to something, but first he had to find a vampire…a demon…something evil to sink his teeth into.
Spike stalked into the dimly lit cemetery, he was ready to get rid off all his bottled up anger and rage. He ripped off a tree branch as he past and broke it into little pieces, anything to get rid of his anger. He strode past headstone after headstone, patrolling through the crypts and coliseums. There was no sign of anything….no demons….no vampires. Spike kicked a headstone near him and cracked it down the middle, and then he saw it. There was a creature stalking through the shadows, Spike made his way toward it, the hand with the stake in it was at his side. Finally, he thought. Something I can sink my teeth into.
He got closer to it and stopped, the vampire was only a few feet away but Spike leaned against the wall of the crypt. "You sodding git, what do you think you're doing?" He said loud enough for it to hear him. Growling maniacally, the vampire faced and looked at him for a second, and then it rushed at him.
Spike grabbed the running vampire by the collar of his shirt and tossed him onto the ground. The vampire jumped back up and hit Spike in the side of the head. "Owe!" Spike yelled, "You bloody wanker." He spun the dirty vampire around and threw him up against the crypt wall. They struggled, the vampire tired to hit back but Spike was too strong for him. Spike took the stake and stabbed the vampire a few times before finishing him off with a blow to the heart. Dust showered Spike from head to foot. Now he felt a lot better, he did something good for the world… one less bloody parasite.
"What are you doing Spike?" Spike turned around and found himself staring at her…why did she have to be here, of all the sodding people in the world why did it have to be the one he was trying to forget?
"What do you think I'm doing pet?" he replied angrily, "I'm burning off some pent up rage. Want to have a go?" He walked slowly to her; the wind caught her scent and blew it toward him. He caught himself taking in her golden locks and dazzling green eyes, although there was a frown on her face. There was always a frown on her face when she was talking to him. Spike dusted himself off and took another step to her. She took a step back, folding her arms over her chest.
"No Spike," She retorted aggressively, "I do not want to have a go. You're not worth my time."
"Of course I'm not worth your time," Spike screamed at her. "I'm below you, remember. I'm not worth anything to you." He dramatically spread his arms, giving her the opening that she needed to kill him. "Stake me now you sodding bint! Just do it now!" He yelled at her, his face grew white with rage. Why wouldn't she finish him? Why did she think she was so self-righteous but she wouldn't even kill him…a vampire. "Do it! Just finish me." He pounded his fists into the ground. He could feel himself starting to cry, his eyes burned from his stubborn attempt to quell the tears.
"You're pathetic Spike." She replied solemnly. "You are completely and utterly pathetic."
"I'm pathetic?" Spike shouted at her, "Sod off! Get away from me. If you won't stake me then leave me to my shitty existence. Let me live the rest of my eternity in total misery." He picked himself up off the ground and stalked past her, pushing her out of the way. Why did she have to be like that, he thought. So cold…so distant. She wasn't always that way; didn't they used to have something special? Spike yanked open the door to his crypt and stepped into the darkness. Just when he almost forgot her she shows up and ruins it…she ruins everything he works hard to achieve. Spike plopped himself down in his plushy recliner and grabbed a bottle, filled with a burgundy liquid, from the mini-fridge next to it.
Blood was essential; it kept him strong and able to heal extremely fast. Spike was a typical blood craving fiend; but, he could no longer hurt those he used to feed on, unless they offered themselves to him. Now he was stuck drinking pig's blood, or anything he could get cheap from the local butcher. He used to be feared…powerful. I was the big bad, he thought. Now I'm nothing….I can't even call myself a vampire anymore. He grimaced at the bottle and then downed it in one gulp. His hunger was quenched….for now.
A loud pounding noise echoed throughout the crypt, there was someone one at the door. Who could it possibly be now? For a fraction of a second he wished it was her, maybe she was coming back to him…to apologize for being such a sodding bint. He laughed at this ridiculous thought. Of course she wouldn't do that, she was perfect…and he was the bad one. "Come on in," he yelled at the door.
He watched the woman enter, he'd seen her before but he couldn't place it. Her red hair was a mess, falling in tangled locks at her shoulders. She was tall and unnaturally skinny…a junkie. Her shirt hung lifelessly from torso, her pants were tight black leather. She walked uneasily across the dirt floor and stopped in front of Spike, a coy smile on her face.
"What do you want, you smashed bint?" Spike criticized, she was what he wanted to be.
"I want you," she whispered sultrily, she bit her chapped lip, "Bite me." She came closer to him, boxing him in the chair. She pulled herself onto his lap and slowly offered her neck to him. Spike could see the marks of past bites, and the scars that covered her arms and chest. He met her bloodshot hazel eyes and smiled, fangs showing.
"What do I get pet?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her skinny frame and pulling her closer to him. She ran her fingertips lightly over his arm before digging her hand into her pocket. She pulled out a plastic bag filled with white powder, yellow rocks and miscellaneous pills, all separated in their own little baggies. Spike snatched the bag out of her feeble hand and pocketed it. She wouldn't miss any of these.
"Those and anything else you can think of." She drew out the words, looking at him. Her eyes traced down his chest to his lap. Spike could feel himself throbbing and growing in his pants. She ran her hand over the crotch of his pants and to his waistband. She wriggled her fingers around the button and unzipped his pants slowly. Spike laid his head back and relaxed as the girl worked with her mouth, up and down, rubbing her tongue back and forth along his engorged member. He wound his fingers in her hair, jerking her head around. His eyes closed and his head rolled back, she really knew what she was doing. He almost imagined golden hair and green eyes but shook the thought out of his mind. She was worth nothing to him.
Spike could feel himself getting off; it's been a while since he had someone else doing this for him. She kept at it, up and down, in a constant motion. She moaned a little as she felt him pulse in her mouth. Spike didn't feel this good in a while; female companionship…good female companionship was hard enough for him to come by. Spike groaned; he knew his peak was coming and he didn't want this to end. He didn't know when something of this magnitude would find him again. He came in her mouth, bursting hot and heavy as she swallowed him up. Her eyes turned up toward him and she smiled hungrily.
"Now it's your turn," she said quietly to him. The girl grabbed Spike's huge cock and rubbed her hand up and down, drying away her saliva. She tucked him back inside his pants, and pulled herself back onto his lap and moved her hair off of her shoulder. Spike yanked her to him and she gave a small cry in alarm. He sank his teeth into her neck, waiting for the pain…but because she was willing it never came. She pressed her hands flat against his chest and sighed; a moan escaped her chapped lips. Spike could taste the sweet drug laced blood, he could feel it fill his mouth. He could savor the crank and the heroin that she had used previously.
He drank until he felt her heart beat slow down, after he finish he shoved her off his lap and pointed toward the door. "You can find the door luv," he stated. She got up gradually and started toward the door. "Ay, pet," Spike said loudly turning around in his seat to look at her. "What's your name…Just in case we want to do this again?"
"You already know me Spike," she replied with a soft smile, her pupils were dilated and her eyes, bloodshot. She strolled out of Spike's crypt and shut the door quickly behind her.
Spike leaned his chair back and stretched his arms up over his head. He already knew her? The only person that he could think of that looked similar was…oh bloody hell it couldn't be...Could it? Spike ran his fingers through his hair. Was it really Willow?