Death, did you all hear that rot, the Slayer, begging for the Master Vampire to bloody well suck her blood and soddin' kill 'er!
No, no, pet, haven't you figured this out yet? You don't get off that easily, not by a long shot.
It's too much to let her body die, that's what the stupid cow wanted. No, I'll settle for killing her soul and letting her live a long healthy life as a broken person who found all her friends dead.
Oh, did I forget to mention that little detail, hmm, must've slipped my mind. Left all her friends secluded away where Slayer was sure to find them before any nasty media. Ruin a vamp's fun; the media does, 'specially when they see bite marks.
Yep, one superstitious news caster can ruin a plan that's been well thought out for months, but I made sure, made sure those stupid Wanker's wouldn't get a hold of the bodies before my girl here.
Took a fair amount of convincing, I can tell you, had to kill a right lot of people, and make sure they were the right people, but, ta now, what's done is done.
What's that now, luv, you'll have to speak up, I was a tad distracted. Not that anything can take me away from fucking you senseless, just missed what you said, was all. Don't worry, we're not done yet, and it's not bloody likely you'll be making the great dust 'n' escape anytime soon.
This does bring the question, what am I going to do with you, Slayer. S'not like you're going to chase me down, and you don't have any little friends left to do it for you. Who will really care, anyway?
Ah, but if I let you go in enough of a piece, you might go back to the Soddin Wanker's at the council and get through to the next slayer. Then I'd have to go and kill her too, and really, it's all just such a bloody hassle.
No, no, luv, we can't have that. Guess it's time to go with my original plan. Oh hell, Buffy, don't look so bloody pleased, I'm not going to kill you and I'm sure as hell not going to bloody well dust myself.
The other plan… follow along now, what happened to that Slayer stamina, you can't be fading out on me yet. No, see, I knew you weren't, though, come to think of it, you probably will after I cut out your tongue.
I'll have to do something to keep you from up and passing out cold on me though… and I did already use my toothpicks on the Whelp and Watcher, wouldn't do to repeat myself with that. Ah, well, I guess I'll just have to go for the classic of taking you up the arse, like I did with Dawn.
Ah, and there, woke you up, didn't that, and just a twist. Stop whining; and hold still now, there, a trophy of my latest Slayer. Now what did I say about fainting on me?
I. Bloody. Well. Said. That. I. Would. Have. To. Keep. You. Awake. Didn't. I?
That's right, we'll just add some more blood to the sheets, and bloody hell, that smell is intoxicating. Slayer's bleed like stuck pigs; wish I'd realized that a soddin' bit sooner than now. And I haven't gotten a right good bite to eat since the Bit, and that was really a snack.
Hmm, well, guess I lied then, bad, evil, soulless, vampire that I am. I think, after all, that I'm going to kill you. I know, all that rot about breaking you, but that always was more my Grandsire's forte.
I'm a vamp of action I am, and right now, the most appropriate action seems to be killing my third Slayer and getting a good meal.
Ahh, luv, Buffy, don't look so depressed; you'll never just be my third Slayer. After all, you are the first I've loved and fucked, and well, you weren't much to love, but you've been right fun to fuck.
That's right, close your eyes now, it's going to be over right quick, baby, the end of us. Well, you'll live on in me, in everything I can do, you can watch from your happy little heaven and know that everyone I kill is your fault.
And with that, we shall finish this little saga. Spike kills Slayer, drains her dry, bathes in her blood, and all that rot I always used to promise. See, Slayer, I do keep my promises, just like you always knew I would.