Written for Open_on_Sunday- Some Spike self-pity, circa S6-ish.
He heard them whispering at Willy's.
"Isn't that Spike?"
"Slayer's lapdog!"
"I heard he's in love with her. That she makes him her bitch."
Raucous laughter. Then came the defenders, who made it even worse.
"He used to be one of the best. Master of Sunnydale, even."
"Such a shame."
"Maybe it's all an act! Maybe he's just getting in her pants so he can suck her dry!"
The last comment made him leave and fall to the ground, vomiting.
One clawed foot stopped before him. "You're pathetic, you know that?" the demon said.
He closed his eyes. "I know."