This week's challenge: write a drabble based on one of the livejournal moods.

BtVS - Season 5 - post The Gift – Spike & Dawn

1. Bouncy – The Wonderful Thing About…

As he waited for Dawn to finish her homework, Spike paced around the Summers' living room. He rocked back and forth on his heels. He sat and drummed his fingers on the table. Got up and rifled through the desk drawer for a deck of cards. Sat and shuffled them, cut them and reshuffled them.

Dawn snuck up behind the bleached blond vampire, tugged on his duster sleeve, and said she was ready to go to the movies. Mentioned something about Spike being able to connect with one of the characters.

Couldn't figure out why they saw Winnie the Pooh.

BtVS - Season 7 – Chosen - Spike

2. Grateful – For All I Have

As he lay on his cot in the Summers' dark basement, Spike was overwhelmed by the noise from the pitter patter of galloping Slayer feet above his head. He was constantly on edge from the 'thump thump' of all their heartbeats, as well as the powerful scent of blood. All those girls, at least 3 of them were having their monthlies at any given time.

No privacy. Couldn't even have a decent wank without worrying that one of them would need the washing machine. Doors slamming, doors opening… basement door opening.

Quiet footsteps; Buffy. Spike was grateful for it all.

BtVS - Season 5 – Some time post Crush - Spike

3. Artistic – The Art of the Kill

Artistry of the kill. That's all his poncy grandsire ever yammered on about. Setting a tableau, arranging the bodies to make an impression. Something beautiful to behold. Limbs arranged just so. Might even lay some flowers nearby. And lit candles.

Angel thought he did it better than anyone else. Well, Spike could show off, too. He'd show the Slayer that he could make a damned fine impression. Everything was set just so. He could imagine her gasps, her heart beat increasing when she saw what he had prepared.

Dinner for two: Cornish game hens, blood red roses and white candles.

BtVS - Season 5 – Crush - Buffy

4. Crushed – In His Face

The Slayer couldn't believe the twists and turns her life had taken over the years. Her true love had been a 240 year old Vampire. One moment of passion and the very devil, himself was unleashed. Her spirit was crushed, and hadn't fully recovered yet.

Tonight was a topper. Spike. Faking a stake-out, trailing vampires she knew weren't the ones she'd been seeking. Drusilla knocking her out; Spike chaining them both in his crypt. Proclaiming his love for her.

Buffy thought she had the corner on crushed hearts, until she saw Spike slam up against the barrier at her threshold.

BtVS Season 7 – Chosen - Buffy

5. Contemplative - A Road Not Taken

Standing at the edge of the Sunnydale crater, Buffy took in the enormity of the situation. Another apocalypse avoided. The destruction was incalculable. No more town. No more personal effects; their whole history wiped out, buried under the rubble. But they'd gotten out with their lives.

Mostly.

No more Anya. She wish - nope, not going to even think that word, but she's sad they hadn't been closer. For a demon/ex-demon/demon, she was a decent person.

No more Spike. He'd proven himself strong of heart, mind and soul. Wonders what if…?

The Welcome To Sunnydale sign fell into the crater.