In his entire life, Dr. Stephan Cross had never heard anything so utterly
ridiculous. This thoroughly confused young man just kidnapped him and
threatened his life for the express purpose of getting free relationship
counseling. He suddenly felt very annoyed.
But he didn't let it show, He was a professional. He smiled blankly at Spike and lowered the tone of his voice to a soft, patronizing tone. "Okay, Mr…Spike did you say it was ? Okay Mr. Spike if you need my help why don't you come by my office on Monday morning and I'll…"
Spike shook his head in aggravation. He could tell that this was going to be a long night. "No you stupid bastard I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a vampire."
Dr. Cross was shaken for a moment. No wonder this guy kidnapped him, this Spike kid was seriously delusional. He would have to tread very carefully if he didn't want to hurt his already damaged psyche. "Oh I see." Stephan smiled and got even more patronizing, "Look I don't really specialize in your kind of problem but I can refer you."
Spike groaned "Jesus Christ! Look, I AM A VAMPIRE."
Dr. Cross, being the trooper that he was, kept smiling. "Oh I know. If that's what you believe yourself to be then of course…"
Spike suddenly couldn't contain his temper. He went through all this trouble to bring this asshole here and for what? A line of psychobabble about everything EXCEPT his problem! Angry and tired, he became so enraged that he started throwing the personal belongings in his crypt against the wall. Furniture, knickknacks, anything he couldn't get his hands on. He just couldn't take the unfairness anymore. It was enough to drive him insane! He could almost scream.
"ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
See?
When he finally calmed down the sight of his captive lying on the floor unconscious greeted him. Spike didn't think he hit him with anything, so obviously…
He touched his forehead and found bumpy ridges in place of smooth skin. He'd been so upset that he could control his demon and it came out to play. The doctor saw his game face and fainted like a little girl.
"Great, " He muttered, "Just great."
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After hiding his unconscious hostage in one of the coffins below his crypt, Spike decided that a brisk evening walk would do him some good. After an hour of wandering the streets aimlessly Spike found himself standing at the corner of Revello Drive.
Just down the street from Buffy's house.
Spike just took a deep unneeded breath and sighed.
Why couldn't things just go his way? Just once?
If his plan worked he'd have it all. A house, a family, and most of all Buffy. He just needed someone to help him do it and he was hoping this Dr. Cross was that guy.
His heart resting in his shoes, Spike fished into his pockets for a cigarette and turned to head back to his crypt.
"Some day," He whispered, "Someday soon."
TBC
But he didn't let it show, He was a professional. He smiled blankly at Spike and lowered the tone of his voice to a soft, patronizing tone. "Okay, Mr…Spike did you say it was ? Okay Mr. Spike if you need my help why don't you come by my office on Monday morning and I'll…"
Spike shook his head in aggravation. He could tell that this was going to be a long night. "No you stupid bastard I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a vampire."
Dr. Cross was shaken for a moment. No wonder this guy kidnapped him, this Spike kid was seriously delusional. He would have to tread very carefully if he didn't want to hurt his already damaged psyche. "Oh I see." Stephan smiled and got even more patronizing, "Look I don't really specialize in your kind of problem but I can refer you."
Spike groaned "Jesus Christ! Look, I AM A VAMPIRE."
Dr. Cross, being the trooper that he was, kept smiling. "Oh I know. If that's what you believe yourself to be then of course…"
Spike suddenly couldn't contain his temper. He went through all this trouble to bring this asshole here and for what? A line of psychobabble about everything EXCEPT his problem! Angry and tired, he became so enraged that he started throwing the personal belongings in his crypt against the wall. Furniture, knickknacks, anything he couldn't get his hands on. He just couldn't take the unfairness anymore. It was enough to drive him insane! He could almost scream.
"ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
See?
When he finally calmed down the sight of his captive lying on the floor unconscious greeted him. Spike didn't think he hit him with anything, so obviously…
He touched his forehead and found bumpy ridges in place of smooth skin. He'd been so upset that he could control his demon and it came out to play. The doctor saw his game face and fainted like a little girl.
"Great, " He muttered, "Just great."
***********************
After hiding his unconscious hostage in one of the coffins below his crypt, Spike decided that a brisk evening walk would do him some good. After an hour of wandering the streets aimlessly Spike found himself standing at the corner of Revello Drive.
Just down the street from Buffy's house.
Spike just took a deep unneeded breath and sighed.
Why couldn't things just go his way? Just once?
If his plan worked he'd have it all. A house, a family, and most of all Buffy. He just needed someone to help him do it and he was hoping this Dr. Cross was that guy.
His heart resting in his shoes, Spike fished into his pockets for a cigarette and turned to head back to his crypt.
"Some day," He whispered, "Someday soon."
TBC