Title: Never Do More Than Survive

Series: Met Nater

Spike POV

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This place was a bloody mess when Buffy died. Then Willow hacked the brunette snack thing out of jail, and things started to get back to normal. Not all normal, but closer, if nothing. The Poof even visits sometimes, to check on his precious slayer, like his got some bloody owner certificate or something on her.

And former prim and proper Miss Chase of course. Dragging a blonde cop and that even blonder dog with her. See, there's a perfectly good reason to why I don't drink water. Everyone around this joint is jumpin' over the fence, and they're all gulping it down.

The dog seems to cheer Faith up though. She goes on walks with it, rolls in the grass with it and though she swears on everything dear to her to Kate, I know she's been feeding that dog when no one sees it. It's in the way the wicked ball o' fur runs straight to her when she enters a room. Always the same gross routine, Faith picks the squirming thing up so it can lick her lips.

Ok, so I'd do the same, but there's no telling where that pink-ever- hanging-out-of-the-breadhole thing has been. A dog was a good influence, that much I know. Everyone wants to walk it or play with the bloody blonde thing. Not me though. Nothing that I'll bloody likely admit at least.

I don't miss Buffy as much as people seem to believe. Why does everyone think I had a crush on Ms Clairol, huh? That's the poof. For me, it's always been Drusilla, and that's not about to change just because some blonde little slayer came along. The brunette version of slayer I can't say the same for though. She' got it friggin' bad. Always did.

Another proof of that people here are bloody blind. They weren't just slaying at Faithy's last trip to the dale. I wasn't here right then, but I've heard stories. Big fans of nature I hear. Alleys too.

Faith broods almost as good as peaches sometimes, but she at least cheers up sometimes, unlike a certain poof who drinks his daily mug of pig and slays some badass afterwards.

Xander is a bloody hilarious sight, every time he sees Cordy and her blonde plaything he sighs like he's thinking about his macho ability to turn his girlfriends gay.

Willows blonde is so calm it's sickening sometimes, but she doesn't jump to conclusion's like the rest of the Broody Bunch. She coulda been a shrink, lotsa better paid too. I chat with her sometimes. Makes me think that I might not be just a vampire, but I'm sure as hell no human.

But I don't know what I've got left to live for, guess I'll never do more than survive.

TBC?