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Spike rushed the two demons on his side, twisting heads and breaking jaws. Buffy was beside him, warding off vampires and other nasties. The cemetery seemed full tonight. And it all seemed to rush at Spike. Sighing, he quickly dusted a fellow vamp, and then killed another demon. He all of the sudden wasn't feeling well. The whole demon community was after him.
"Spike? What the heck was that all about! I mean, they didn't even pay attention to me!" She cried, putting her hands on her hips. "And I'm the slayer!" She almost whined. Spike just shrugged, laughing at her pouty face. Before he knew what was happening, he wason the ground; Buffy sitting on his chest. "Tell me what's up Spike. I need to know." He winced as she sat on his ribs painfully. It really wasn't that bad, just like someone had driven a needle through his bloody chest.
Yet another reason a demon shouldn't wear brass knuckles. She saw him wince. Uh oh. She bit her lip.
She lifted his shirt before he could react, gasping at the purple and blue bruise that adorned his pale skin. "Spike what happened?" She whispered, gently touching the bruise. "Nothing pet. Really." He forced a smile. Oh man if looks could stake...
"Spike! Tell me please. I need- I want to know." Spike raised his eyebrow. "Just some demon's reminding me that I wasn't welcome luv. No big. Don't worry your pretty head 'bout it." Buffy let him up, dusting herself off and helping him to his feet.
"It is my problem. No one hurts my friends." She growled, kicking one of the demon carcasses hard.
"No luv. I'm fine. I can take care of myself." He nearly growled. She had just insulted him whether she knew or not. He could defend himself; he'd been on this bloody planet for over 100 years for heaven's sake.
"Why don't you come to live at my house for awhile? Just till things settle down?"
She offered softly. Spike shook his head, almost not believing himself.
She had just offered to let him live in her house. Why had he said no? Oh yeah, pride. Dang it.
"Naw, I don't think so, Slayer. Thanks for caring though." He turned around and started to leave when Buffy called,
"Thanks for your help tonight." Had she just thanked him? He smiled and replied. "No problem luv." *** Spike trudged home, feeling a little antsy. The bloody chip kept him from feeding, and now his soul wouldn't leave him alone.
Pigs blood wasn't the best tasting stuff, but he couldn't bring himself to drink human either; even in the packets. Pushing open the door he stopped.
Didn't he recall locking it? Vamping out, he snarled. This was his turf, not some demon's playground.
Suddenly, a large red demon appeared in front of him, his horns prodding out of his forehead.
Spike launched himself at him, growling and snarling. He caught the demon in the chest, tripping it over the couch and onto the floor with Spike growling at him on top.
"What are you doing here?" He snarled, his teeth glistening in the light.
The creature laughed, its putrid breath blowing into Spike's face. By the time he realized that the creature was a distraction, it was too late.
Two demons pounced on his prone form, knocking him off the red demon below him. He crashed into the TV hard, sparks flying this way and that as the set was crushed under the boot of the smaller one.
"Okay, now I'm ticked." His outstretched leg kicked the demon in the knees, causing him to fall hard and ran through by a sharp piece of wood left by the shattered table.
Spike lifted himself into the air, taking the younger demon by the skull and smashing it into the stone wall behind him.
Spike sniffed the air; nothing but the stench of sweat and blood left by the demons and himself.
Dragging the corpses of the demons outside, he through them into a ravine behind his crypt.
Hopefully it was far enough they didn't leave a stench. Sighing, he went back inside to pick up the remains of his home.
The TV was trashed, which probably upset him the most,and the couch. Stupid soddin' demons, coming in,trashing his home.
Deciding he would clean up later, he crawled back into his coffin and pulled the lid closed. ***
TBC A/N: Likes? No? I just wanna thank my awesome editor
Goldenpuppies at heart, u rock! Thanks so much for helpin' my story along. =)
Replies:
Mita427: Hey! Thanks for the review! And I got an editor! YAY! GO ME!
Everlyn: Hey! Thanks for the review! Yes this is set in season 7. I always spell weird wrong!! Stupid word... LOL
Disclaimer: I don't own. Joss owns and Mutant Enemy owns. Blerg
Spike rushed the two demons on his side, twisting heads and breaking jaws. Buffy was beside him, warding off vampires and other nasties. The cemetery seemed full tonight. And it all seemed to rush at Spike. Sighing, he quickly dusted a fellow vamp, and then killed another demon. He all of the sudden wasn't feeling well. The whole demon community was after him.
"Spike? What the heck was that all about! I mean, they didn't even pay attention to me!" She cried, putting her hands on her hips. "And I'm the slayer!" She almost whined. Spike just shrugged, laughing at her pouty face. Before he knew what was happening, he wason the ground; Buffy sitting on his chest. "Tell me what's up Spike. I need to know." He winced as she sat on his ribs painfully. It really wasn't that bad, just like someone had driven a needle through his bloody chest.
Yet another reason a demon shouldn't wear brass knuckles. She saw him wince. Uh oh. She bit her lip.
She lifted his shirt before he could react, gasping at the purple and blue bruise that adorned his pale skin. "Spike what happened?" She whispered, gently touching the bruise. "Nothing pet. Really." He forced a smile. Oh man if looks could stake...
"Spike! Tell me please. I need- I want to know." Spike raised his eyebrow. "Just some demon's reminding me that I wasn't welcome luv. No big. Don't worry your pretty head 'bout it." Buffy let him up, dusting herself off and helping him to his feet.
"It is my problem. No one hurts my friends." She growled, kicking one of the demon carcasses hard.
"No luv. I'm fine. I can take care of myself." He nearly growled. She had just insulted him whether she knew or not. He could defend himself; he'd been on this bloody planet for over 100 years for heaven's sake.
"Why don't you come to live at my house for awhile? Just till things settle down?"
She offered softly. Spike shook his head, almost not believing himself.
She had just offered to let him live in her house. Why had he said no? Oh yeah, pride. Dang it.
"Naw, I don't think so, Slayer. Thanks for caring though." He turned around and started to leave when Buffy called,
"Thanks for your help tonight." Had she just thanked him? He smiled and replied. "No problem luv." *** Spike trudged home, feeling a little antsy. The bloody chip kept him from feeding, and now his soul wouldn't leave him alone.
Pigs blood wasn't the best tasting stuff, but he couldn't bring himself to drink human either; even in the packets. Pushing open the door he stopped.
Didn't he recall locking it? Vamping out, he snarled. This was his turf, not some demon's playground.
Suddenly, a large red demon appeared in front of him, his horns prodding out of his forehead.
Spike launched himself at him, growling and snarling. He caught the demon in the chest, tripping it over the couch and onto the floor with Spike growling at him on top.
"What are you doing here?" He snarled, his teeth glistening in the light.
The creature laughed, its putrid breath blowing into Spike's face. By the time he realized that the creature was a distraction, it was too late.
Two demons pounced on his prone form, knocking him off the red demon below him. He crashed into the TV hard, sparks flying this way and that as the set was crushed under the boot of the smaller one.
"Okay, now I'm ticked." His outstretched leg kicked the demon in the knees, causing him to fall hard and ran through by a sharp piece of wood left by the shattered table.
Spike lifted himself into the air, taking the younger demon by the skull and smashing it into the stone wall behind him.
Spike sniffed the air; nothing but the stench of sweat and blood left by the demons and himself.
Dragging the corpses of the demons outside, he through them into a ravine behind his crypt.
Hopefully it was far enough they didn't leave a stench. Sighing, he went back inside to pick up the remains of his home.
The TV was trashed, which probably upset him the most,and the couch. Stupid soddin' demons, coming in,trashing his home.
Deciding he would clean up later, he crawled back into his coffin and pulled the lid closed. ***
TBC A/N: Likes? No? I just wanna thank my awesome editor
Goldenpuppies at heart, u rock! Thanks so much for helpin' my story along. =)
Replies:
Mita427: Hey! Thanks for the review! And I got an editor! YAY! GO ME!
Everlyn: Hey! Thanks for the review! Yes this is set in season 7. I always spell weird wrong!! Stupid word... LOL