Author's Notes: A really short chap from Spike's point of view.
Chapter 2
The door gently slamed closed as she headed out. I'm left once again to myself. I walk over re-latch the door. Don't want any unwelcome guests... I had been sleeping before she'd come a nock'n on my crypts door and though I still feel the faint need to go back to sleep I disregard it for I feel my hunger stirring.
Walking over to my trap door, I pulled it back and went down below. "I wonder what that was about..." I said absentmindedly. I pulled back the small door of my icebox and retrieved a blood pack. "Dawn..." I shrugged and headed back up the stairs. Heh, she's a teenager, there's always something about with them. I told myself.
I picked up my jacket and folded it over the chair's arm. Picking up the ashtray, I place it on the table where it was supposed to have been and plop myself in my chair. I effortlessly pop off the plastic cap and suck back the cold liquid. As it enters my mouth my features automatically change, becoming rigid and feral.
Crumpling the now empty blood pack I carelessly tossed it into a miscellaneous spot in the room. I grabbed the remote control and briefly flipped through the channels. "News... News... Ew," I shudder slightly. "All My Children..." I flipped the tele off and reached for my cigarette then in my pocked for my trusty, silver plated lighter. Apparently it's not so trusty anymore as it seems all the lighter fluid has been used up. I flicked once more and whip it across the room in aggravation. "Bloody hell! Nothing on the tele and my lighter's finished. I'm going to be trapped inside this tome for at least an hour more with noth'n to do. Maybe I should`ve convinced the Bit to stay..." I then thought better of it, "No one would benefit from that." I told myself. "Not only would Dawn get into even more trouble then she's already in, but then Buffy'd bitch the hell out of me the next time I see `er..."
I sighed. "Guess there's nothing left for me to do now but..." I was unable to finish my sentence as my fist connected to my jawbone and I purposely knocked myself out. Hey, being unconscious for and hour or so's better than being board out of my skull. Right?
Authors Notes: For anyone who's a fan of All My Children, sorry but I just thought it'd be funny to see Spike really big on one soap (passions) and then despise another. Well hope you enjoyed the quick read. Bye^_^
Chapter 2
The door gently slamed closed as she headed out. I'm left once again to myself. I walk over re-latch the door. Don't want any unwelcome guests... I had been sleeping before she'd come a nock'n on my crypts door and though I still feel the faint need to go back to sleep I disregard it for I feel my hunger stirring.
Walking over to my trap door, I pulled it back and went down below. "I wonder what that was about..." I said absentmindedly. I pulled back the small door of my icebox and retrieved a blood pack. "Dawn..." I shrugged and headed back up the stairs. Heh, she's a teenager, there's always something about with them. I told myself.
I picked up my jacket and folded it over the chair's arm. Picking up the ashtray, I place it on the table where it was supposed to have been and plop myself in my chair. I effortlessly pop off the plastic cap and suck back the cold liquid. As it enters my mouth my features automatically change, becoming rigid and feral.
Crumpling the now empty blood pack I carelessly tossed it into a miscellaneous spot in the room. I grabbed the remote control and briefly flipped through the channels. "News... News... Ew," I shudder slightly. "All My Children..." I flipped the tele off and reached for my cigarette then in my pocked for my trusty, silver plated lighter. Apparently it's not so trusty anymore as it seems all the lighter fluid has been used up. I flicked once more and whip it across the room in aggravation. "Bloody hell! Nothing on the tele and my lighter's finished. I'm going to be trapped inside this tome for at least an hour more with noth'n to do. Maybe I should`ve convinced the Bit to stay..." I then thought better of it, "No one would benefit from that." I told myself. "Not only would Dawn get into even more trouble then she's already in, but then Buffy'd bitch the hell out of me the next time I see `er..."
I sighed. "Guess there's nothing left for me to do now but..." I was unable to finish my sentence as my fist connected to my jawbone and I purposely knocked myself out. Hey, being unconscious for and hour or so's better than being board out of my skull. Right?
Authors Notes: For anyone who's a fan of All My Children, sorry but I just thought it'd be funny to see Spike really big on one soap (passions) and then despise another. Well hope you enjoyed the quick read. Bye^_^