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Spike

A clattering that seemed to go on forever disturbed the silence around the tomb.

Of course the man, - if he could be called that,- behind it didn't care if something found the sound endearing, he was after all one of the big bads, no one would dare interrupt him.

He sighed as he realised that, that safety also relied on being The Slayers 'pet', as the others at Willie's often proclaimed loudly, much to his own dismay.

But for now he could forget the troubles outside, as the walls of the tomb was lighted by a blue flickering light, that of a stolen,- no, i>borrowed /i>,- laptop.

Since Buffy was avoiding him once again, he was being very bored, and now, this 'web' deal seemed to be his only release, - no! No thinking that word! – From this mind torturing would be to figure this out.

Ahhh! And they said an old dog could not learn new tricks!

The screen was now filled with a box. Blank at that, but still, it was improvement.

Feeling very good with himself he clicked the button called 'Favourites' as watched with detached amusement as it scrolled down.

Angels and Demons.

Beasts of the moon.

Calling of Quortoth.

Daring the Day.

And the list just went on and on like that, did Red really have nothing else than the hellmouth on her mind?

Entertainment? Yes, that might work. But what was this?

Video

Dvd

Cinema

Chat

Chat it was! Talking to someone around the globe seemed like a good idea, someone who did not know what a hellmouth, slayer, or a real demon was. Perhaps some teenager he could charm or someone who also knew heartache.

-BadMan has logged on.

He fought the urge to giggle, big bads did not giggle, in any way.

He was a big bad.

But this place seemed to be badder. The names and notes rolled faster down the screen than he could intercept and he was very fast growing agitated, how the bloody hell was someone supposed to understand this crap?

Lol? Brb? Lmao? What was this? It seemed that these people had their very own language. Fyarl he could understand, geek, no.

Blondie143: Hi BigBad, how are u?

Hello there pet. He smirked slightly, someone had noticed him. Now to answer the little lady.

BigBad: Hello luv, I am great, and you?

TBC