Spike
Spike felt a part of him suddenly disappear. A small part of him was now missing, and it belonged to his grand-sire.
He groaned under the pressure of the piece of his heart that was gone, and a thought instantly ran into his head.
Oh God, Angel is dead. What the hell am I meant to do now? He jumped to his feet and left his little basement apartment. He left his beer sitting on the table and didn't even bother to close the door behind him.
He ran out into the night, darting in and out of alleys and through tiny parks. In one alley he found what he was looking for. A Gresalora demon. He knew that this demon was the one that would end his existence, and that was what he was looking for.
He stood facing it for a moment, and t snarled. He vamped out, bared his teeth and snarled back. It leapt at him and he ducked at the last moment so it missed him. It rolled back to its feet but Spike had already made his move.
'Come on, bring it!' Spike cried. He threw a punch and the demon tackled him to the ground. He threw it instantly over his head and it crashed into a wall.
'You call that a fight? Try harder!' Spike shouted insults at it, trying to get it worked up.
It jumped at him, and hurled him back into a dumpster. He groaned painfully as he slumped to the ground. He picked himself back up and charged at the demon. With a swing of its arm he was thrown across the alley and he rolled several times across the ground. Painfully, he got up.
The demon snarled at him and ran over and picked him up. It flipped him upside down at held him by the ankles. It bit into his leg then dropped him back onto the ground.
'Oh!' Spike cried out in pain. 'You sneaky bugger. Tryin' to injure me leg so I can't go anywhere. Cheater.' He accused, getting to his feet and jumping at the demon. He punched it, kicked it and threw it across the alley like it had done to him. But it wasn't enough to keep it down. 'Don't worry mate, I'm not going anywhere.'
It charged at Spike, forcing him back into a wall. It bit into his upper arm and tore through his coat.
'Come on Betty, show me what you got!' Spike shouted, trying to wriggle free. He couldn't, and eventually gave up. 'Come on!' He egged the demon on, trying to get it to do what he wanted.
It head butted him and his skull was forced back against the brickwork. He could feel blood trickling fro his nose and mouth, and his head was throbbing in pain.
He groaned as the demon continuously kneed him in the stomach. I never give up, so why am I giving up now? It's all Angel's fault.
The last thing on his mind as the demon took hold of both sides of his head and twisted suddenly was Angel. His head was snapped off his shoulders and his body fell to dust and shimmered to the ground.
Spike was dead.
A/N: It is possible that I will write another one, but I'm starting to get bored of this idea. I more like the story side, not just the describing of a scene. Although, it was interesting to see how I really thought each character would die. If people don't like this, I'll remove it. I'm kind of over it, unless you wanna know how Gunn, Wesley, Lorne and Fred dieā¦.
