Chapter 13
Grave
Spike took the cigarette out of his mouth and scowled into the darkness. The wind whipped about as he leaned on a large crypt in the Sunnydale graveyard, it was his favorite spot to hang out when he didn't feel like being at home.
The crypt was like a home away from home for him, it was quiet, peaceful and had a sarcophagus that he used as a bed. Spike usually stayed at the crypt when his stepfather went on drinking binges, which was at least twice a month. So Spike had fixed up the place a bit with some used furniture from the junkyard, some large candles for him to see, a miniature fridge, and a television that was connected to a series of wires that lead through the graveyard to the church that sat on the opposite end. The cords had been properly hidden deep in the dirt, in case anyone became curious.
But Spike was not staying here tonight, no, he was not gonna hope that the stupid bint slayer had gone home and he could finally get a bit of shuteye. He flung the cigarette to the ground and headed for home.
Stupid slayer thinks she can and do whatever the hell she wants to. She thinks she's all high and mighty with 'er stupid slayer reputation and 'er vanilla scented 'air and 'er lovely hazel eyes…wait…need to fix that…the slayer 'as awful smellin' 'air and stupid eyes…right. Who 'as vanilla scented 'air anyways? Thinks she's a mighty princess that one does. Can't see that she's the wicked Bloody witch! Should be 'anged or have the blood drained from 'er hot little body….bugger, wrong words….scrawny little thing is what she is. Probably don't even 'ave enough blood to fill a whiskey glass.
And she never makes mistakes either, oh no, Slayer is too bloody perfect to make a mistake. Got 'erself wasted and wants to accuse me of wantin' to touch 'er scrawny self! Puh-lease! Millions of Bloody fish in the tank or the sea or whatever, the bloody Americans call it! Gonna get inside the trailer and try to get ride of the Buffy odor in there. Then I'm gonna get somethin' to eat. Cause I'm bloody starved.
Spike approached the trailer and smiled, Thank God! Slayers gone. Was 'fraid I'd 'ave to wait for 'er to leave. As he opened the door, the light scent of vanilla drifted past him.
Bugger.