A figure twitched with awareness of the approaching footsteps, stiffening at the scuffing of anxious shifting from the surrounding cells and tilted his weary head towards the gentle thuds. "Id run if I were you mate" he croaked, shocking the pulsing beat to a hasty halt and he spoke into the dead silence that followed, "There are nasty beasties in here that would love a lil snack"
Rated: T - English - Horror/Suspense - Chapters: 1 - Words: 5,342 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Published: 4/19/2012 - Spike, Whistler, Angelus - Complete