Chapter 4
Title: Just Messing Around
Disclaimer: Joss is King.
Sorry this chapter took so long. Illness sidetracked me. Thanks for the nice helpfull reviews
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Spike woke up lying on the sarcophagus. Bear is atop him. Momentarily forgetting, Spike thought he felt the warmth of Buffy's arm across his chest. "Mmm, Buffy.." he moaned until he touched the ball of fur. He was rewarded with a lick and tail thumping. His face registers confusion. Oh, yeah, she broke up with me. She's really not coming back. He lay there and let that sink in. Bear however refused to let Spike mope. He jumped off Spike and ran toward the door and then ran back.
"Stupid dog. What am I going to do with you?" Spike said still refusing to get up."What's that about?" He pulled the blanket around him and went back to sleep.
Bear had tried to tell Spike in his doggie way that he needed to go for a walk. It was time. His mistress always took him to the bushes in the morning. After running back and forth a few more times and not getting any response from Spike, Bear looked for something soft. His mistress had trained him to go on a special rug if she was unable to take him for a walk. Bear relieved his bladder and returned to lie down on Spike.
An acidic odor awakened Spike minutes later. He sat up disturbing Bear and let his vampiric nose lead him to....his duster which he had tossed in the corner. He picked it up and rivets of urine ran off. "Ain't this just dandy!" he fumed. Take it easy. Little fella's got bodily needs and all that. Mustn't get upset. He filled his lungs with unneeded air, held his breath, and let it out slowly. That's what those promo psych types always recommended. I can deal with this. He went below, salvaged a piece of burnt but useable fabric and proceeded to wipe the residue off his duster. He'd have to buy something to remove the odor later. He obviously had to do some research on dogs as well as get the little fella some proper food.
It was almost time for Passions. Spike grabbed a packet of blood from the fridge, ripped it open and poured it into a cup. He put the cup into the microwave, set it and waited. Bear looks at Spike curiously. "Don't know what to feed you now. A diet of rats can't be good for puppies." He cursed himself for thinking like a Scooby. He got downed his cup of blood and settled down to watch his show. At least, Passions was one constant in his unlife just like the DeSoto now warehoused. Why is it that he got more constant pleasure from objects as opposed to people, he wondered. First Cecily, then Drusilla, now Buffy. Spike leapt to his feet, grabbed the first thing handy and threw it at the wall. NO, no, must NOT go off the deep end. At least, let me enjoy Passions. Spike didn't consider himself obsessed over a TV show, just very discriminating. If it weren't for Passions, he wouldn't have bothered to get a TV. Stupid shallow human activity. Spike tried to watch further but his emotions got the better of him. The tears began to flow in slow rivets. He turned off the TV and let himself be overcome by the tears. Cleansing really. Must clean her out of my system.
Bear jumped into Spike's lap and started to lick the tears away. He whimpered softly knowing that this strange man was hurt somehow. Spike wrapped Bear into his arms and just held on. It's OK. I'm OK. It became clear to Spike just why humans had so many pets. They take the lonely away from themselves. He looked wondrously at Bear while petting him. Why isn't this dog howling in grief? He seems to be OK, not wildly happy but not moping either, and dealing with his situation at the present. He must see the finality of the situation and the benefits of moving on. Animals can do that. Or am I being wildly anthropomorphic?
Most vampires don't get attached. They are solitary creatures for the most part. Existing is all about survival. Spike is as different a vampire as he was different as a human. He pondered on this a bit. Then he got up and went to the lower level or at least what was left of it. Better clean up this mess. Wonder who this Doctor fellow was anyhow? Was Nish the Doctor? He didn't think so. Nish had gotten the eggs from someone else and was in charge of them. He'd asked Spike to house the eggs temporarily until he got sufficient storage room. Spike, seeing nothing wrong with helping a friend, had obliged. Had he been set up? Spike had a hard time believing that Nish would do this to him. He would not purposely set up Spike against the Slayer or would he? No matter now. He'd learned a lesson. Never do another favor for a demon. He busied himself among the rubble. He removed the disgusting carapace shards and burnt debris to the upper level. He'd take them outside and dispose of them once night fell.
TBC
Title: Just Messing Around
Disclaimer: Joss is King.
Sorry this chapter took so long. Illness sidetracked me. Thanks for the nice helpfull reviews
********************************************************************
Spike woke up lying on the sarcophagus. Bear is atop him. Momentarily forgetting, Spike thought he felt the warmth of Buffy's arm across his chest. "Mmm, Buffy.." he moaned until he touched the ball of fur. He was rewarded with a lick and tail thumping. His face registers confusion. Oh, yeah, she broke up with me. She's really not coming back. He lay there and let that sink in. Bear however refused to let Spike mope. He jumped off Spike and ran toward the door and then ran back.
"Stupid dog. What am I going to do with you?" Spike said still refusing to get up."What's that about?" He pulled the blanket around him and went back to sleep.
Bear had tried to tell Spike in his doggie way that he needed to go for a walk. It was time. His mistress always took him to the bushes in the morning. After running back and forth a few more times and not getting any response from Spike, Bear looked for something soft. His mistress had trained him to go on a special rug if she was unable to take him for a walk. Bear relieved his bladder and returned to lie down on Spike.
An acidic odor awakened Spike minutes later. He sat up disturbing Bear and let his vampiric nose lead him to....his duster which he had tossed in the corner. He picked it up and rivets of urine ran off. "Ain't this just dandy!" he fumed. Take it easy. Little fella's got bodily needs and all that. Mustn't get upset. He filled his lungs with unneeded air, held his breath, and let it out slowly. That's what those promo psych types always recommended. I can deal with this. He went below, salvaged a piece of burnt but useable fabric and proceeded to wipe the residue off his duster. He'd have to buy something to remove the odor later. He obviously had to do some research on dogs as well as get the little fella some proper food.
It was almost time for Passions. Spike grabbed a packet of blood from the fridge, ripped it open and poured it into a cup. He put the cup into the microwave, set it and waited. Bear looks at Spike curiously. "Don't know what to feed you now. A diet of rats can't be good for puppies." He cursed himself for thinking like a Scooby. He got downed his cup of blood and settled down to watch his show. At least, Passions was one constant in his unlife just like the DeSoto now warehoused. Why is it that he got more constant pleasure from objects as opposed to people, he wondered. First Cecily, then Drusilla, now Buffy. Spike leapt to his feet, grabbed the first thing handy and threw it at the wall. NO, no, must NOT go off the deep end. At least, let me enjoy Passions. Spike didn't consider himself obsessed over a TV show, just very discriminating. If it weren't for Passions, he wouldn't have bothered to get a TV. Stupid shallow human activity. Spike tried to watch further but his emotions got the better of him. The tears began to flow in slow rivets. He turned off the TV and let himself be overcome by the tears. Cleansing really. Must clean her out of my system.
Bear jumped into Spike's lap and started to lick the tears away. He whimpered softly knowing that this strange man was hurt somehow. Spike wrapped Bear into his arms and just held on. It's OK. I'm OK. It became clear to Spike just why humans had so many pets. They take the lonely away from themselves. He looked wondrously at Bear while petting him. Why isn't this dog howling in grief? He seems to be OK, not wildly happy but not moping either, and dealing with his situation at the present. He must see the finality of the situation and the benefits of moving on. Animals can do that. Or am I being wildly anthropomorphic?
Most vampires don't get attached. They are solitary creatures for the most part. Existing is all about survival. Spike is as different a vampire as he was different as a human. He pondered on this a bit. Then he got up and went to the lower level or at least what was left of it. Better clean up this mess. Wonder who this Doctor fellow was anyhow? Was Nish the Doctor? He didn't think so. Nish had gotten the eggs from someone else and was in charge of them. He'd asked Spike to house the eggs temporarily until he got sufficient storage room. Spike, seeing nothing wrong with helping a friend, had obliged. Had he been set up? Spike had a hard time believing that Nish would do this to him. He would not purposely set up Spike against the Slayer or would he? No matter now. He'd learned a lesson. Never do another favor for a demon. He busied himself among the rubble. He removed the disgusting carapace shards and burnt debris to the upper level. He'd take them outside and dispose of them once night fell.
TBC