A/N: Hey all! Sry its been awhile. Ok its only been a day but it feels like
forever...
This is gonna be kinda small, but the way I see it, better for someone to
update little chapters twice a day than someone who write long chapters
once a month. But thats just me. Skool and all u know. =(
Anyway, enjoy and plz R&R!!
Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own. Joss Weadon owns all. Mutant Enemy owns all. I'm just a kid. Don't sue cuz its not nice. *pouts*
Spike felt someone shaking him hard. Putting on his "game" face he snarled and reared up, only to be pulled back by chains. It was Richard. "Aw, your angry. Did I interrupt your beauty sleep? Well, better to be angry than lazy in the arena. Use it to fuel you. Besides, gets me more money." He said smuggled as he opened the cage and yanked on Spike's chains.
"What the bloody is going on?" He asked, slightly confused at being pulled out of mid-sleep and dragged. "Your going to fight. Hmmmm... wonder what it is this time... Demon maybe? Or another vampire? That would be entertaining." Spike snarled, showing his fangs.
"Now now, none of that Spikey. Save that for the show!" Shoving Spike into a small stall he slammed the door shut and locked it tight. "Ready for this one!" He yelled.
Spike jerked as the stall moved. He was worried. Anxious really. Not scared. He was the "big bad" he didn't get scared.
The door opened and he was prodded into a dark arena; he could barely see, the smells of old and fresh blood still mingled in the air. The dirt was loose underfoot, as if a scuffle had been taken place not to long ago. He waited. His chains where suddenly ripped off and thrown to the ground.
Rubbing at his raw wrists, he looked around; barely able to see the faint outline of what seemed to be a small wall.
"Where the heck am I?" He exclaimed, swirling around.
Then, a booming voice blared overhead causing him to wince as the high pitched voice hit his sensitive ears.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen of all breeds. You've come to witness the fight of the century, between a immortal and a demon. Who will win? Spike the Vampire or perhaps Thag the Brutal? Place your bids ladies and gents!"
Lights came on, lighting the whole arena. Spike winced. He gaped at the surroundings. People where crowded in the stands, like a bloody boxing match. Rich demons with vampiress on their arms and kings with loads of cash.
He whipped around to see a door open. It revealed small, what? Insect?
It buzzed out into the arena, as the crowd cheered it on. This was Thag the Brutal? More like Thag the Miniscule.
Suddenly, the crowd hushed as if anticipation.
The "bug" reared up, and underneath its black shell came about twenty tentacles with small dagger-like objects prodding from each.
Ok. That was it. He was bloody scared.
Replies:
None. *weepz* I feel unloved. Happy place happy place. *sniffles*
Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own. Joss Weadon owns all. Mutant Enemy owns all. I'm just a kid. Don't sue cuz its not nice. *pouts*
Spike felt someone shaking him hard. Putting on his "game" face he snarled and reared up, only to be pulled back by chains. It was Richard. "Aw, your angry. Did I interrupt your beauty sleep? Well, better to be angry than lazy in the arena. Use it to fuel you. Besides, gets me more money." He said smuggled as he opened the cage and yanked on Spike's chains.
"What the bloody is going on?" He asked, slightly confused at being pulled out of mid-sleep and dragged. "Your going to fight. Hmmmm... wonder what it is this time... Demon maybe? Or another vampire? That would be entertaining." Spike snarled, showing his fangs.
"Now now, none of that Spikey. Save that for the show!" Shoving Spike into a small stall he slammed the door shut and locked it tight. "Ready for this one!" He yelled.
Spike jerked as the stall moved. He was worried. Anxious really. Not scared. He was the "big bad" he didn't get scared.
The door opened and he was prodded into a dark arena; he could barely see, the smells of old and fresh blood still mingled in the air. The dirt was loose underfoot, as if a scuffle had been taken place not to long ago. He waited. His chains where suddenly ripped off and thrown to the ground.
Rubbing at his raw wrists, he looked around; barely able to see the faint outline of what seemed to be a small wall.
"Where the heck am I?" He exclaimed, swirling around.
Then, a booming voice blared overhead causing him to wince as the high pitched voice hit his sensitive ears.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen of all breeds. You've come to witness the fight of the century, between a immortal and a demon. Who will win? Spike the Vampire or perhaps Thag the Brutal? Place your bids ladies and gents!"
Lights came on, lighting the whole arena. Spike winced. He gaped at the surroundings. People where crowded in the stands, like a bloody boxing match. Rich demons with vampiress on their arms and kings with loads of cash.
He whipped around to see a door open. It revealed small, what? Insect?
It buzzed out into the arena, as the crowd cheered it on. This was Thag the Brutal? More like Thag the Miniscule.
Suddenly, the crowd hushed as if anticipation.
The "bug" reared up, and underneath its black shell came about twenty tentacles with small dagger-like objects prodding from each.
Ok. That was it. He was bloody scared.
Replies:
None. *weepz* I feel unloved. Happy place happy place. *sniffles*