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Finding a room in this “hotel” that didn’t have dead humans littering the decor wasn’t easy, so in the end I settled for cleaning one out myself…Dru and I had to get some minions. The room could have been worse, god knows I'd stayed in worse...of course I'd stayed in far better too, but then I had to remind myself; I wasn't in Sunnydale fine dining
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Darla had always been the queen bitch of the family, and she was in top form tonight. Fancied herself above the likes of me. I almost laughed when she called first dibs on Faith. Obviously someone hadn't filled her in on my new status as chipped betrayer of his own kind.
"What isn’t wrong with Drusilla?"
I clenched my jaw at that. Drusilla might be crazy but she didn't deserve to be derisively laughed at and insulted by a doxy with delusions of grandeur.
"My Spike."
I turned towards Dru again, and then felt myself being shoved out of the way by Darla. Muttering a curse I regained my balance and then lunged at Drusilla. I tackled her onto the ground, and then when my mouth was very close to her ear, I whispered to her urgently.
"Dru, love, I'm going to get up now, and you'd best be running out the door before it's too late. Don't make me stake you."
Then I let her go and scrambled to my feet. Drusilla stood up as well, and then was hit from behind by Darla who had been sent reeling backwards by Faith.
"Spike, what the fuck? Are you gonna help me fight?"
"You seemed to be doing okay by yourself." I shot back angrily, then sighed and advanced on Darla, stake held up in plain view.
"Sorry, Darla. But, I switched teams a little while ago. Nothing personal. Well, actually, you were a right bitch to me for years, so it IS personal." Then I lunged forward, striking at her chest with the stake, which she blocked, and following up with a strike to her pretty face with the heel of my palm.
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