I stood next to the tree outside of the Slayer's house. Ooh. I DESPISE the bloody slayer. Nonetheless, I stood outside her house and was watching Dawn's window. Dawn was Buffy's younger sister. And, in case you didn't know, Buffy is the Slayer. That bloody bint. Anyways, Anais was over to the house that night. Her and Dawn were a few years apart, but they were still close. I watched their shadows behind the curtain in Dawn's window.
"What are you doing here, Spike?" Buffy asked me angrily, spinning me around to face her. "You'd better tell me in six words or less."
"I was taking a walk," I thought a moment, counting the number of words I'd just said to myself, before adding, "bitch." Then, Buffy popped me one in my nose. Her and my bloody nose. That's the only thing she ever seems to aim for. "What was that for?"
"You're standing outside my house, smoking, and looking into my sister's window," Buffy said, almost amused. I glared at her.
"Her window is up on the second floor. As if I can see up there," I answered bitterly.
"I don't know what you want but get off my property."
"I told you, Slayer, I was taking a walk and your house just happened to be in between here and there."
"Well, I suggest you get moving or I'll drive this pointy wooden stick through your heart," she threatened and just to prove her point, she punched me in the nose, again.
"Bitch," I said loudly, holding my nose and dropping my cigarette. Then, I walked away, wishing I had gotten a look at Anais.