Cheerleader, you have no clue who you're talkin' to. You don't wanna mess with the Big Bad Spike. I'll make what happened to the Poof look like candy compared to what I'll do to you and your friends. Don't think I won't.
And just so you know, my hair is not too blonde, and my nails are just fine.
And the Poof had better take care of you.
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A/N: Hi, again! :) I had originally intended to post Spike's reaction to the letter as an outtake later on but, after talking with cmol8806 (who is fabulous by the way), I decided to post that in a couple of days. I know this is short, but it's Spike. He wrote poetry, not letters. Besides, he's still in the "I'm a big, bad vampire" stage with Cordy right now… :)