Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I never will and I do not own Spike, sadly, I'm just borrowing them for this story.
Author's Notes: Enjoy and review! the more comments, the faster I update.
Chapter 4
Spike ground his cigarette into the ground with the heel of his booted foot and leaned back against the tree, thinking about what he had just seen, trying to make sense of it. Mr. Boy Scout of America shaggin with Buffy and then... leaving? Was he insane? Lighting up another cigarette he followed the boy, casting another backwards glance at his angel's window. "Don't worry luv, I'll find out what this young pup is up to."
He followed Riley to a small place downtown and followed him inside of the warehouse... no, this... this was insane. Fuck, who was he kiddin, this was fuckin hilarious! It took everything in him to keep from laughing and flaunting his new found knowledge in front of the Boyscout. He turned on his heel and practically skipped away from the building and back to his crypt to do a little celebrating.
He twirled himself into his crypt, slamming the door shut with his foot and falling into his chair, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, singing some Godforsaken country song with a bit of a Billy Idol sound. He was perched precariously on his seat and fell off in a fit of giggles. "Oh this is GRAND! Better than that bleedin Peaches of a sire of mine's stunt. All bent outta shape just because some other guy has made her scream before, poofter has to be coddled. He doesn't know just how good he's got it. None of um do, but I do, I know how good I had it, and you know what? I'm gonna be the last one to have it." He took another swig of his whiskey and got up, swaggering around.
He swaggered up to the blonde haired mannequin and pointed his right index finger at her. "Well luv, best pucker up cause you're gonna be kissing the Big Bad here soon enough. Gonna make you scream again. Cause you have horrid taste in men, but it doesn't mean... wait, what was I sayin? Was I makin a point?" He furrowed his brow as he stared at the unresponsive mannequin. "What nothing to say luv? Cat got your tongue? I'll have it soon enough."
He never noticed the attack coming from his right. He was suddenly slammed into the wall and had he had any need for air, it would have been knocked right out of him, as it was he felt a few ribs crack and few threatening to. "Why the hell were you following me tonight Spike?!"
Riley's face twisted with rage as he stared at the drunken blonde vampire who was quickly sobering up. His grip tightened on the shorter man's neck as held him up high above the ground and pinned against the wall of his dusty, vile crypt. "You know, I don't even wanna know. But I know you saw something and you better not say anything, you got that? I know what you're up to. You love her, but you know what, you'll never have her, NEVER. She wouldn't look at you, let alone touch you. Get over this, this thing of yours, this obsession. She's mine."
Spike smirked at the boy and chocked out through crushed windpipes, "I've already had her you ninny." His eyes grew wide as a stake was suddenly shoved through his heart. His undead life and his life flashed before his eyes and.. what, he was still alive, no dust and the same ugly Captain Cardboard standing in front of him. Oh God.. Pain. The intense pain shot through him like a lightening bolt, crippling him. Falling to his knees, Riley finally let him drop, holding the stake that was now dripping with Spike's blood in his hand.
"Don't fuck with me Spike. Your nocturnal emissions don't count." He smirked at the confused look on the vampire's face as he clutched his chest where a gapping whole lay in his heart. "Like it? Synthetic wood, looks just like the real thing, only it's plastic. Stay away from her Spike, or next time it will be the real thing."
Standing up Spike reached for his whiskey and poured it over his wound. "You don't know how lucky you got it boy. I know you, I know what's going through your head. You think you aren't getting enough, that you deserve more. But you know what? You get to hold her, have her writhe underneath of you, moaning your name. You see her in the sun, you can run your hands through her hair. You HAVE her. And you sit around complaining? You ponces are all the same. Angel was broody cause he had her every way emotionally and mentally, but couldn't have her physically, and you're broody cause you can't have her emotionally. You HAVE her, it's more than I can say."
"You know that she'll never love you, right?" Riley sneered at him. Everything that he said was right and the only thing was, was that he couldn't see his point, he couldn't live without everything.
"I can sure as hell try though." Spike growled as a slight warning that he was growing weary of this talk. Indignant that this boy should come in here, threaten him and sit there telling him about how he was unworthy and all his nancy boy complaining. "Get your ass outta here. And next time, bring the real thing, none of this torture shit. Oh, and you do realize that if I didn't have this chip in my head."
"Yeah, I'd be all dead and proper like. Enough Spike. You're neutered."
Riley walked outta the door of the crypt and as the door closed, Spike chucked his bottle of Jack Daniels, now empty at the retreated back. The glass shattered against the cold stone of the crypt and he lay there, moaning in pain. Now there were two holes in his heart. He chuckled at his thoughts, "sounds like a pretty good country song if ya ask me."
Author's Notes: Enjoy and review! the more comments, the faster I update.
Chapter 4
Spike ground his cigarette into the ground with the heel of his booted foot and leaned back against the tree, thinking about what he had just seen, trying to make sense of it. Mr. Boy Scout of America shaggin with Buffy and then... leaving? Was he insane? Lighting up another cigarette he followed the boy, casting another backwards glance at his angel's window. "Don't worry luv, I'll find out what this young pup is up to."
He followed Riley to a small place downtown and followed him inside of the warehouse... no, this... this was insane. Fuck, who was he kiddin, this was fuckin hilarious! It took everything in him to keep from laughing and flaunting his new found knowledge in front of the Boyscout. He turned on his heel and practically skipped away from the building and back to his crypt to do a little celebrating.
He twirled himself into his crypt, slamming the door shut with his foot and falling into his chair, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, singing some Godforsaken country song with a bit of a Billy Idol sound. He was perched precariously on his seat and fell off in a fit of giggles. "Oh this is GRAND! Better than that bleedin Peaches of a sire of mine's stunt. All bent outta shape just because some other guy has made her scream before, poofter has to be coddled. He doesn't know just how good he's got it. None of um do, but I do, I know how good I had it, and you know what? I'm gonna be the last one to have it." He took another swig of his whiskey and got up, swaggering around.
He swaggered up to the blonde haired mannequin and pointed his right index finger at her. "Well luv, best pucker up cause you're gonna be kissing the Big Bad here soon enough. Gonna make you scream again. Cause you have horrid taste in men, but it doesn't mean... wait, what was I sayin? Was I makin a point?" He furrowed his brow as he stared at the unresponsive mannequin. "What nothing to say luv? Cat got your tongue? I'll have it soon enough."
He never noticed the attack coming from his right. He was suddenly slammed into the wall and had he had any need for air, it would have been knocked right out of him, as it was he felt a few ribs crack and few threatening to. "Why the hell were you following me tonight Spike?!"
Riley's face twisted with rage as he stared at the drunken blonde vampire who was quickly sobering up. His grip tightened on the shorter man's neck as held him up high above the ground and pinned against the wall of his dusty, vile crypt. "You know, I don't even wanna know. But I know you saw something and you better not say anything, you got that? I know what you're up to. You love her, but you know what, you'll never have her, NEVER. She wouldn't look at you, let alone touch you. Get over this, this thing of yours, this obsession. She's mine."
Spike smirked at the boy and chocked out through crushed windpipes, "I've already had her you ninny." His eyes grew wide as a stake was suddenly shoved through his heart. His undead life and his life flashed before his eyes and.. what, he was still alive, no dust and the same ugly Captain Cardboard standing in front of him. Oh God.. Pain. The intense pain shot through him like a lightening bolt, crippling him. Falling to his knees, Riley finally let him drop, holding the stake that was now dripping with Spike's blood in his hand.
"Don't fuck with me Spike. Your nocturnal emissions don't count." He smirked at the confused look on the vampire's face as he clutched his chest where a gapping whole lay in his heart. "Like it? Synthetic wood, looks just like the real thing, only it's plastic. Stay away from her Spike, or next time it will be the real thing."
Standing up Spike reached for his whiskey and poured it over his wound. "You don't know how lucky you got it boy. I know you, I know what's going through your head. You think you aren't getting enough, that you deserve more. But you know what? You get to hold her, have her writhe underneath of you, moaning your name. You see her in the sun, you can run your hands through her hair. You HAVE her. And you sit around complaining? You ponces are all the same. Angel was broody cause he had her every way emotionally and mentally, but couldn't have her physically, and you're broody cause you can't have her emotionally. You HAVE her, it's more than I can say."
"You know that she'll never love you, right?" Riley sneered at him. Everything that he said was right and the only thing was, was that he couldn't see his point, he couldn't live without everything.
"I can sure as hell try though." Spike growled as a slight warning that he was growing weary of this talk. Indignant that this boy should come in here, threaten him and sit there telling him about how he was unworthy and all his nancy boy complaining. "Get your ass outta here. And next time, bring the real thing, none of this torture shit. Oh, and you do realize that if I didn't have this chip in my head."
"Yeah, I'd be all dead and proper like. Enough Spike. You're neutered."
Riley walked outta the door of the crypt and as the door closed, Spike chucked his bottle of Jack Daniels, now empty at the retreated back. The glass shattered against the cold stone of the crypt and he lay there, moaning in pain. Now there were two holes in his heart. He chuckled at his thoughts, "sounds like a pretty good country song if ya ask me."
