Scare-the-shit-out-of-yourself Night.

Making pop-corn and having the promised 'real' Jack Daniel's in the cupboard (my Scottish grand-mother would kill me if I chilled any whisky), I put on my PlayStation and waited for the 'goods' and Spike to stagger through the door. Which is easier said then done when your already metally prepared for wetting yourself.

I decided that maybe having a little play on 'The Room' wouldn't hurt while I wait... Althought it will freak me out, being in my appartment alone...maybe the door could lock me in...what would I do then?

A knock on the door brought me to my senses. Sensability was the key... right?

Opening the door, Spike braged through, quite annoyed.

"You just had to live in vamp central right?" he asked, wiping away the dust that had gathered on him.

I placed my hands on my hips and glared at him, "If you're willing to move me to somewhere more fitting, then - HEY I JUST CLEANED UP!!"

Spike looked up at me, halting his cleaning process,"I just got attacked by a gang of vamps, and all your worried about is your carpet?"

"Laminate flooring, actually, and yes! All I can worry about is the mess your making! I had my place all nice and clean before you came!"

He looked at me, tilting his head to the left side and crossing his arms over his infamous leather duster ,"You cleaned up for me?"

I knew I would blush, but I remembered my acting skills from high-school and instead relaiated, "Don't flatter yourself. I do clean my house and my things... which is proabably more than you can say for yourself..."

He scowled slightly, giving me the three games so I could read the back of them and walking through to the living room, "I resent that..."

I was engrossed in the story part of the instructions manual of one of the games, a bit too much to look up and answer him, "I bet you do. The drink's in the cupboard. Look for it yourself...and take the pop-corn out the micro-wave to cool off... hope you like it buttered..."

He must have nodded or had given some form of a agreement gesture, because a few moments later he had a cup of whisky, and a big bowl of pop corn in his hand. He placed the cup and bowl on the floor, took off his coat and sat on the edge of the couch and held the remote in his hand, "How we gonna do this then?"

I shrugged, "The beginning?"

He nodded and smiled a bit, "The best place to start."

It was Spike's turn to play. I was cuddled up on the couch, hugging a pillow towards me. The only way to play Silent Hill was with the curtains drawn and no lights on. So I reached for pop-corn in total darkness, asking Spike what he thought about Nina.

He shrugged, not taking his eyes off the screen, "Haven't talked to her much. But something doesn't feel right about her. I don't know what though."

I nodded in agreement, "Maybe Angel knows...and he's just trying to befriend her so she's easier to take down?"

"Maybe...though I doubt it. She is his girlfriend. Probably just trying to protect her."

I sighed and nodded, taking a swig of my Coke. I cringed as Spike atempted to fight Pyramid Head,"God that's horrible... but I don't know why..."

"That's the whole point of the game. To give you feelings you aren't sure about. And even then, you don't know what the feelings mean..."

I guessed I could understand that... in more ways then one? That I wasn't sure on.