"I'm the Princess of the Crypt. Spike's the Prince. You can be the…Queen?" Silence. "Ok." Silence. "Your hair is pretty too." More silence. "No, you have ta have a pretend crown. Or Spike could get you one."
Spike stood up and stretched before walking over to see whom exactly she was talking to.
"Good morning! Do you want to play with us?" she asked, gesturing to the Barbie in front of her. The doll was dressed in stylish clothes and boots, and her hair was blond and cut short so it would flip. There was a piece of sharpen wood in her hand. Spike slightly cringed at seeing part of his 'collection' actually out. "It-it is ok if I play with her, right?"
Spike shook his head. "Yeah…yeah, it's fine." He noticed what she was dressed in-a sheet was around her shoulders and her tiara was on her head.
"I'm hungry again. Can I have some food?"
"What time is it?" he asked, looking around for his watch.
"Three o'clock. I've been up since nine, though."
"How do you know that?"
"I found a watch under my pillow. See?" A black watch was hanging loosely on her tiny arm. It was Buffy's…God, why did I forget to throw that out? Why do I have to be constantly reminded of her? I'll see her tonight anyways, he thought. He shook his head and walked over to his refrigerator and pulled it open. Inside were his many jars of blood, a half empty box of Trix, and a milk carton. He pulled out the box and milk.
"This alright with you? We can't go out 'till it's dark, so we have to stay here."
"It's fine. I like Trix."
He hunted around for a bowl and spoon and finally found them. He poured out the items and handed them to her.
"Do you like tomato juice?" she asked.
"What do you mean, pet?"
"Well…you had a lot of it. In there?" She pointed to the fridge.
"Oh…I see." He laughed. "Uh...yeah. It's all that I can eat."
"Ok." She said.
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When she finished up, he put her bowl and spoon in the fridge and flipped on the telly.
"Time for-,"
"Dragon Tales!" she squealed. He had somehow left the TV on that station.
"You wanna watch it?"
"Yeah!" She started to sing along with the theme song. For half an hour, the mausoleum was silent except for the annoying voices of the two kids on the show. How long is this show? I thought it only said thirty minutes… he thought desperately. Finally the end credits started rolling and Spike silently thanked the Powers.
"So what d'you wanna do now?" he seriously hoped it had something to do with sleeping, or at least laying down for a while.
"D'you think we could…" she cut off and looked at him pleadingly.
"What?"
"Could we play dress up?"
"You want to play dress up with a boy?" he teased.
"Yeah…cause you're my friend!" she said. Spike's heart skipped an imaginary beat then.
"Sure, Princess, anything you want." He led her down to the lower level of his place where he was sure he had at least two of Dru's old dresses.
Author's note: In the next chapter he will actually talk to Buffy, I swear. But I never finished this story. So if you have any suggestions, feel free to tell me about them. Thanks! Oh, and if you were wondering, Puella means 'lass' in Latin.