Part II - The Crypt
A/N: I admit part I did get a little fluffy, but this series is supposed to be angst. I know you'll understand.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that appear in this ficlet. They belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
As he approached the door of his crypt, he saw the Slayer standing there, waiting for him. Oh great, just what I need tonight, a second thrashing. Perfect.
Spike decided it was best to just ignore her. Getting another pounding was the last thing on his mind, and it certainly wasn't welcomed, especially not from her.
With just a glance at her, Spike shoved the heavy oaken door open and slid silently into his crypt. He would deal with the matter later. Right now he needed to tend to his wounds, even though he knew they would heal almost immediately.