Going Through the Motions
Spike ducks under the arm of the Sveldt demon as it attempts to pummel him. In response he jabs his fist into what he surmises is the demon's kidneys. A grunt of pain assures him that he has hit the mark. The hulking brute staggers back and then retaliates with a swing that connects to Spike's jaw. He goes down with a crash, upsetting some garbage bins nearby. The Sveldt closes in and attempts another clumsy swing, this time Spike drops down and completes a circle kick that topples the behemoth to the ground.
In an instant Spike is straddling the demon, and with a flourish he produces a small knife. Grabbing at the Sveldt's tufted ear Spike touches the blade to it in a threatening manner.
"You know, I was just planning on a quiet simple transaction, but no, you had to make a fuss. I hear that Sveldt demons pleasure their women with their ears. I wonder if it is true..." Spike applies enough pressure that the demon gives a yelp.
"Don't! Please! I'll pay you..."
Spike lets up and helps the Sveldt to its feet.
"Look, all I was asking for was what was owed to me. Come up with the sixteen kittens and we'll be square. Understood?
The Sveldt's shoulders slump and he nods dejectedly.
"We can work out an instalment plan if needed. Just be here with three next Thursday got it? No sodding excuses and no ambushes alright?"
The demon nods earnestly and ambles off down the alley.
Spike goes the opposite way. He wonders why he let the demon off so easily. Should have bashed his head in for trying what he did.
Still, something made him pull back, seek a compromise.
It's a bit unsettling but he pushes it to one side.
Time to go visit the little bit. Do some minding for a while.
Not that he minds looking after Dawn, it's the least he can do for her. Try to protect her now that she's gone.
Spike doesn't like to use the B word.
Or the D word.
Maybe Dawn will be up from some cards tonight. Whatever it takes...
In an instant Spike is straddling the demon, and with a flourish he produces a small knife. Grabbing at the Sveldt's tufted ear Spike touches the blade to it in a threatening manner.
"You know, I was just planning on a quiet simple transaction, but no, you had to make a fuss. I hear that Sveldt demons pleasure their women with their ears. I wonder if it is true..." Spike applies enough pressure that the demon gives a yelp.
"Don't! Please! I'll pay you..."
Spike lets up and helps the Sveldt to its feet.
"Look, all I was asking for was what was owed to me. Come up with the sixteen kittens and we'll be square. Understood?
The Sveldt's shoulders slump and he nods dejectedly.
"We can work out an instalment plan if needed. Just be here with three next Thursday got it? No sodding excuses and no ambushes alright?"
The demon nods earnestly and ambles off down the alley.
Spike goes the opposite way. He wonders why he let the demon off so easily. Should have bashed his head in for trying what he did.
Still, something made him pull back, seek a compromise.
It's a bit unsettling but he pushes it to one side.
Time to go visit the little bit. Do some minding for a while.
Not that he minds looking after Dawn, it's the least he can do for her. Try to protect her now that she's gone.
Spike doesn't like to use the B word.
Or the D word.
Maybe Dawn will be up from some cards tonight. Whatever it takes...