True Evil
Leaving Xander outside, still looking through the window, he walked up to the counter and smiled at the pretty blond cashier. As soon as she saw Spike her body language changer from bored-out-of-my-mind to wow-he’s-hot-and-I’m-interested. “Hi, can I help you?”
“I dunno luv,” Spike poured on the charm, “I noticed that you seem to be burdened with one last piece of chocolate cheesecake and I was thinkin’ I could maybe take it off your hands.” Spike flashed her his famous half smile-half leer that had lured many a victim into dark alleys. The girl behind the counter giggled. Within five minutes Spike had obtained the cheesecake and sat down in a booth, within view of both Xander, who was still watching through the window with a dumbstruck look on his face, and the girl who’d sold him his chocolate treat. He was a little worried that Xander might just steal the cake away, but he didn’t think the whelp would risk it in front of the girl.
Settling into his seat, Spike smirked at Xander through the glass. Making an exaggerated show of putting his napkin in his lap and lifting his fork, he gazed down at the dessert with hunger in his eyes. Just because he didn’t worship chocolate like the boy did, didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. In fact, he still enjoyed most human food, despite the fact that given his vampire status, only blood nourished him. He slid the fork into the cheesecake about a half of an inch from the tip, going all the way to the plate beneath. Carefully removing the tip of the triangle he lifted it to his mouth. Looking back at Xander, still outside, he licked his lips. The boy was staring at him with so much anger, his fists clenched as if ready to hit Spike, but with a whole café full of witnesses, Spike didn’t think he would do it. Wrapping his lips around the bite on his fork, he slowly pulled the chocolate into his mouth. Closing his eyes in overstated pleasure, he savored the taste. When he finally swallowed, his reopened eyes alit on an incensed Xander who now had both fists up, pressing into the window. Spike continued to eat, taunting Xander as he finished off half of the piece in a slow and deliberate manner, making a show out of enjoying it.
When he noticed that he had exactly half of the, admittedly delicious, dessert left, he made sure that Xander saw him remove the napkin from his lap and stand up. Picking up the plate and fork, he walked over towards the exit, angling his body in the boy’s direction. Only the fact that he was watching closely allowed him to see the glimmer of hope in Xander’s eyes as he approached with the dessert. To his credit, the boy tried valiantly to hide it, but Spike was more perceptive than people gave him credit for, and he could see through the amateur attempts the boy made to disguise his feelings. He was hoping that Spike had decided to share. Inwardly Spike snorted with amusement.
Almost at the door now, Spike veered sharply left, coming to a stop directly in front of a trash can. A look of shock and horror overcame Xander’s face as Spike carefully scraped the remaining half of the dessert into the trash.
This would teach the Whelp. Evil was more than just eating people, opening the hellmouth, and taking over the world. Many people didn’t understand that, but Spike was confident that Xander had now thoroughly learned that lesson.
“I dunno luv,” Spike poured on the charm, “I noticed that you seem to be burdened with one last piece of chocolate cheesecake and I was thinkin’ I could maybe take it off your hands.” Spike flashed her his famous half smile-half leer that had lured many a victim into dark alleys. The girl behind the counter giggled. Within five minutes Spike had obtained the cheesecake and sat down in a booth, within view of both Xander, who was still watching through the window with a dumbstruck look on his face, and the girl who’d sold him his chocolate treat. He was a little worried that Xander might just steal the cake away, but he didn’t think the whelp would risk it in front of the girl.
Settling into his seat, Spike smirked at Xander through the glass. Making an exaggerated show of putting his napkin in his lap and lifting his fork, he gazed down at the dessert with hunger in his eyes. Just because he didn’t worship chocolate like the boy did, didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. In fact, he still enjoyed most human food, despite the fact that given his vampire status, only blood nourished him. He slid the fork into the cheesecake about a half of an inch from the tip, going all the way to the plate beneath. Carefully removing the tip of the triangle he lifted it to his mouth. Looking back at Xander, still outside, he licked his lips. The boy was staring at him with so much anger, his fists clenched as if ready to hit Spike, but with a whole café full of witnesses, Spike didn’t think he would do it. Wrapping his lips around the bite on his fork, he slowly pulled the chocolate into his mouth. Closing his eyes in overstated pleasure, he savored the taste. When he finally swallowed, his reopened eyes alit on an incensed Xander who now had both fists up, pressing into the window. Spike continued to eat, taunting Xander as he finished off half of the piece in a slow and deliberate manner, making a show out of enjoying it.
When he noticed that he had exactly half of the, admittedly delicious, dessert left, he made sure that Xander saw him remove the napkin from his lap and stand up. Picking up the plate and fork, he walked over towards the exit, angling his body in the boy’s direction. Only the fact that he was watching closely allowed him to see the glimmer of hope in Xander’s eyes as he approached with the dessert. To his credit, the boy tried valiantly to hide it, but Spike was more perceptive than people gave him credit for, and he could see through the amateur attempts the boy made to disguise his feelings. He was hoping that Spike had decided to share. Inwardly Spike snorted with amusement.
Almost at the door now, Spike veered sharply left, coming to a stop directly in front of a trash can. A look of shock and horror overcame Xander’s face as Spike carefully scraped the remaining half of the dessert into the trash.
This would teach the Whelp. Evil was more than just eating people, opening the hellmouth, and taking over the world. Many people didn’t understand that, but Spike was confident that Xander had now thoroughly learned that lesson.