The Vampire...Spike
"There's a traitor here beneath my breast"
It's dark and dank but it's home. Spike strolls into his crypt, switches the television on and flops down onto the old battered armchair. There is nothing good on TV but then again there never is so he looks around for something that can dull the pain of having to sit through lousy programmes.
The Vampire smiles as he spies his potential victim, a bottle of Whisky and makes a grab for it. He grips it tightly then brings it to his lips, pulling out the stopper in the top with his teeth. He spits the stopper out and takes a long healthy swig of the clear amber liquid.
He lowers the bottle then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He pays attention back to the television and there is still nothing decent on, not even a repeat of Passions. Spike takes another long drink of the foul smelling stuff then slams the bottle down on the table. He recalls the events of the last few days.
Singing and dancing, burning and dying and all things Nancy. He hasn't been immune though and he has found himself singing more than he would care to admit.
/ When Buffy arrived to gain information from him, he had desperately tried to get her to leave but it was too late and the damage was done. He had started singing; he sang his unbeating heart out to her. He was in love with her. A Vampire in love with a Slayer! Spike had since come to terms with this and had decided to quit denying the fact, especially since her death. /
Spike is confused and surprised. She claims to him with a passion yet he is the only person Buffy has confided in about her death. She has told him about where she thought she was, how she thought she was in Heaven before her friends pulled her out. Those friends didn't find out about that fact until tonight, even her Watcher didn't know and he was supposedly all knowing.
He is even more confused by Buffy after sharing an intimate kiss with her. Even though he is undead, he still has dreams and all these dreams have involved her. Tonight, his dreams became one step closer to reality.
This delights him as it only adds to his theory that she was brought back a lot darker than she was and he likes it. A grin crosses over his face as he picks up the bottle and finishes the last of the Whisky. Spike looks back to the TV and jumps to his feet. He throws the empty bottle at the wall and switches the television set off.
He is restless and has too much energy, which needs burning off. He wants to go kill something; he wants to do some damage. He grabs his coat and disappears into the night.
"If my heart could beat it would break my chest."