Fan Fic "Bulls Eye"
Though it wasn’t springtime, Spike figured it couldn’t hurt to go out and do a bit of dumpster diving. The crypt was looking a bit sparse. Since he knew he’d be staying in Sunnyhell a bit longer-at least until he got those wankers to remove that bit of plastic and silicon from his skull-he figured he’d spruce the place up a bit.
He knicked a cart from the market, then took a stroll down the alleys of some of the nicer homes in town. Seeing all of the bins empty, he rolled his eyes upon realizing the garbage collectors had made their rounds earlier that day.
But it wasn’t a total loss-better, in fact, for he decided to hit the city dump, where the selections were more plentiful. Candelabras, books, even a nice, brass serving tray. Really, did the denizens of Sunnydale never hear of a garage sale? Not that it mattered-all the better for him.
He walked slowly down a clearing, eyeing the mounds of trash intermingled with discarded goods, and noticed an arm of all things. It was fake to be sure, and was poking out of the garbage heap like someone drowning, wanting to be saved. Next to it was a blonde head.
“Uh huh,” Spike murmured to himself. Lips pursed and eyes slightly squint, he walked closer to get a better look. It was a mannequin. Pulling away some of the trash that covered it, he saw that it was a female mannequin. Only the top half, though.
“Well, well,” he said, pulling the mannequin torso from the trash, putting it into his cart. “I was never a bloke who was into dollies, but, I reckon I can get a real kick out of this one. After all, if I can’t kick in the face of the actual bint-” he paused, pulling out its arm from the heap. “Wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of target practice.”
He knicked a cart from the market, then took a stroll down the alleys of some of the nicer homes in town. Seeing all of the bins empty, he rolled his eyes upon realizing the garbage collectors had made their rounds earlier that day.
But it wasn’t a total loss-better, in fact, for he decided to hit the city dump, where the selections were more plentiful. Candelabras, books, even a nice, brass serving tray. Really, did the denizens of Sunnydale never hear of a garage sale? Not that it mattered-all the better for him.
He walked slowly down a clearing, eyeing the mounds of trash intermingled with discarded goods, and noticed an arm of all things. It was fake to be sure, and was poking out of the garbage heap like someone drowning, wanting to be saved. Next to it was a blonde head.
“Uh huh,” Spike murmured to himself. Lips pursed and eyes slightly squint, he walked closer to get a better look. It was a mannequin. Pulling away some of the trash that covered it, he saw that it was a female mannequin. Only the top half, though.
“Well, well,” he said, pulling the mannequin torso from the trash, putting it into his cart. “I was never a bloke who was into dollies, but, I reckon I can get a real kick out of this one. After all, if I can’t kick in the face of the actual bint-” he paused, pulling out its arm from the heap. “Wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of target practice.”