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Spike
Never really believed in diaries for gentlemen. Guess I'm not a gentleman, am I? Heh-heh. Bad sense of humor, I know, but it's who I've been for the last hundred-odd years. Pig's blood, ugh. Can't have human 'less it died by itself and by then it's generally contaminated. Demon blood's probably the most putrid stuff in the whole God-fosaken world. God, how I wish I wasn't a vampire. I miss the taste of real food...
Rotten, as usual. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't watch TV 'cause the cable's out at my place. Awful luck at the poker game. Lost six kittens in one hand. Upside: falling in love with the Slayer's sis. God, I just gave myself the willies...
Big bad number 1. The First Evil. I'm gonna sacrifice myself for Sunnydale. For Buffy. For Dawn. For me...
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"So, you've been living in L.A. since Sunnydale-?" Spike asked, making an exaggerated BOOM! motion with his arms. Dawn nodded, not taking her gaze from his. He smiled. "I've been here since I went poof. Showed up in Angel's office at Wolfram & Hart not five seconds after the fact." he said. Dawn nodded, lost in her own little world. "Who's Angel?" she muttered to herself. She was startled out of her thoughts when Spike slid hid arm around her shoulder and squeezed her. She looked up at him, surprised at his actions. He grinned at her, his eyes lighting up like she'd never seen them do before. She half-smiled back and ducked her head, blushing deeply and a little shy about it. She felt special. As far as she knew, the only other person he had ever smiled at was Drusilla. She shivered a little and settled back into his embrace. She switched the TV on. She focused on the cartoon playing to keep herself from melting into him. She lay her head on his chest like a little girl clinging to a stranger who'd saved her from danger. He rubbed her back while she watched TV. She eventually fell asleep like that. Spike picked her up slowly and put her in her room. Then he climbed on the couch and watched Inu Yasha until he fell asleep.
Spike
Never really believed in diaries for gentlemen. Guess I'm not a gentleman, am I? Heh-heh. Bad sense of humor, I know, but it's who I've been for the last hundred-odd years. Pig's blood, ugh. Can't have human 'less it died by itself and by then it's generally contaminated. Demon blood's probably the most putrid stuff in the whole God-fosaken world. God, how I wish I wasn't a vampire. I miss the taste of real food...
Rotten, as usual. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't watch TV 'cause the cable's out at my place. Awful luck at the poker game. Lost six kittens in one hand. Upside: falling in love with the Slayer's sis. God, I just gave myself the willies...
Big bad number 1. The First Evil. I'm gonna sacrifice myself for Sunnydale. For Buffy. For Dawn. For me...
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"So, you've been living in L.A. since Sunnydale-?" Spike asked, making an exaggerated BOOM! motion with his arms. Dawn nodded, not taking her gaze from his. He smiled. "I've been here since I went poof. Showed up in Angel's office at Wolfram & Hart not five seconds after the fact." he said. Dawn nodded, lost in her own little world. "Who's Angel?" she muttered to herself. She was startled out of her thoughts when Spike slid hid arm around her shoulder and squeezed her. She looked up at him, surprised at his actions. He grinned at her, his eyes lighting up like she'd never seen them do before. She half-smiled back and ducked her head, blushing deeply and a little shy about it. She felt special. As far as she knew, the only other person he had ever smiled at was Drusilla. She shivered a little and settled back into his embrace. She switched the TV on. She focused on the cartoon playing to keep herself from melting into him. She lay her head on his chest like a little girl clinging to a stranger who'd saved her from danger. He rubbed her back while she watched TV. She eventually fell asleep like that. Spike picked her up slowly and put her in her room. Then he climbed on the couch and watched Inu Yasha until he fell asleep.