[Spike's standing in Salem, arms crossed, scowling around at all the cheerful people shopping for Halloween costumes. It is early evening, and the sun is down.]Never much cared for Halloween. Some good specials on the telly, but other than that, it's downright boring. Not to mention tacky ( Read more... )

[Spike's voice is tight and a little wavery, though he's trying not to panic.]

Buffy's room is empty. What-- where is she? What happened? She can't just leave. We were just--

Please someone tell me there's another explanation for this. Tell me she's all right.

I need her.

Well, that went a lot better than the last forced musical I was in. No casualties from this one?

( Private to Blair. )

[Spike sits in front of the camera, scowling. He's wearing a black t-shirt with safety pins stuck into it and various silver rings, plus a silver chain around his neck. His hair is bleached as usual.]This is bollocks, you know. The whole school deal. They're just trying to grind out little mindless automatons that'll be good little cogs in the ( Read more... )