"Where did it go!?" I yelled to no one in particular. I was looking for my TV remote. Passions was on and I was missing it. Don't laugh at me. It's all I had to watch while Giles had me locked in his bathtub. Because of that, I am hooked. "BLOODY HELL!!" Just then, there was loud banging on my door. Then, it flew open. "Slayer."
"Spike." It was Buffy, of course.
"What do YOU want? You're IN my home, now."
"I was taking a walk," Buffy started. "This just happened to be in between here and there."
"Bitch," I mumbled.
"What was that Spike?"
"Nothing." I continued looking for my remote, although the bloody slayer stood in the middle of my house. I threw pillows and blankets, looking for it. I stopped what I was doing quickly, spinning to face my rival. "What do you want, Slayer?"
"Just thought I'd stop by to say hello." I could just tell she wanted something.
"Whatever it is, it can wait. I'm missing Passions as we speak," I told her.
"Oh. Poor Spikey," she mocked me babyishly. I turned on her so fast, she jumped back. I would've had a hold of her, but she would've killed me if I'd done so. Also, the bloody chip in my brain wouldn't let me.
"Get out."
"But why, Spike?"
"This is MY home. Leave."
"Not until you tell me why you were trying to look into my sister's room," Buffy told me. I groaned heavily. I was DEFINITELY not in the mood.
"I told you, I just happened to pass by your house."
"Yea? So you just 'happened' to smoke, like, eight cigarettes while passing by and leaving the butts next to the tree, below Dawn's window?" she got me there.
"Maybe." She popped me in the nose again. "What the bloody hell?!"
"Maybe you ought to learn how to tell the truth, Spike. What were you doing at my house?"
"I told you I was taking a walk." Again, she punched me in the nose. "You bloody bint! Lay off my nose!"
"Not until you tell me what you were doing at my house."
"Shouldn't you be out patrolling, Slayer?" I wanted her OUT of my house.
"Just like you shouldn't be spying on my sister."
"I wasn't bloody spying on your sister!" I was extremely mad at this point. Especially after she punched me in the nose, yet again. Now my nose was bleeding.
"I'm going to leave now, but I'll be back after patrol and you had better have a good reason for spying on my sister." The Slayer then walked out of my house, a stake in hand.
"Bitch." Just then, I found my remote, lying on the floor near where Buffy had been standing. I flipped my show on. "Bloody hell! The stupid bint made me miss my show!" Now, I was even angrier. I truly hate the Slayer.