Spike had gone to the grave yard/cemetary looking for the nearest demon he
could beat on. The bleach blonde got lost in thought. . .the Nibblet was out
there all scared, and alone, how could he have been so damned careless?
'Down right nancy boy I've become. . .and to think I said I was going to
call it off with here said bitchy Slayer, but nnnooo, went trolling along
back I did, the great Peaches would surely laugh at this. . .' he thought
bitterly. And it was then as if his wishes were answered, a few fledgling
vamps had arisen from their grave, an army rather and with such ease
and grace the Master was coming back into his own once again.
"From dust to bloody dust. . ." flipping the stake and dusting each in the
heart turning them asunder.
For all he knew the Nibblet could be laying beaten and broken in an alley,
and no one gave a bloody damn in hell. All too wrapped up in themselves
they were. . .he had made a promise that it was he and her til the end
of the world, down right job he had done. His eyes turning blue
to amber-gold. He couldn't keep the demon at bay. His Nibblet.
HIS? Where the hell did that come from? Since when had
he grown to have feelings for the little bit? Of course
he being such a jack ass knew deep down he had some feelings
for Dawn, he just kept them buried, trying to deny them all.
Distracting himself in feelings for the Slayer. Dawn was far
too young, too pure to have to deal with something like that.
Which is why he ended up throwing himself into his Slayer
obsession. He didn't want to hurt the young gal, but it was
the only thing he knew of to do. Sure he did have feelings
for the Slayer, but look at where that had gotten him.
And at the same time he had feelings for the youngest
Summers girl. "Bollocks," Spike said lighting a cigarette as he
walked quickly to his desoto and turned the engine on.
Starting the engine in a blaze of glory and darkness
he took off like a bat outta hell, in search of Dawn.
Lord knows he's the only one that would, outta the
whole lot. Unlike Buffy, too wrapped up in her
own crap to care. Drove straight through the
Sunnydale sign and on in search of our
mystical key friend.
