147 Days

He had good days and he had bad days. This, he reflected as he watched Dawn deal the cards with a wary expression still in her eyes, was not one of the better ones. He hadn't meant to snap at her, and he hated seeing the way she'd jumped when he'd gotten short with her. Maybe he couldn't really feel guilt, not without a soul, but he ( Read more... )

129 Days

He was sitting in his ratty green chair. The crypt was dark; well, as dark as it got when the sun was high in the sky. Still, he didn't have any candles lit; the television was off. He took a long swig from the extremely nice bottle of scotch he'd swiped last time he had been to the Watcher's flat. He almost felt bad for chugging it ( Read more... )

90 Days

He took the sewers to the Magic Box, entering through the trap door in the basement. He stood at the bottom of the stairs and extended his senses. Three distinct heartbeats. Demon-girl was up there, of course, probably rubbing her hands gleefully over the cash register. Likely the Watcher, as well; not like he had anything to Watch ( Read more... )

53 Days

“That’s a good way to get yourself in trouble,” he said, startling Dawn as she slipped a pair of earrings into her purse.

She spun around with a gasp. She glared at him and then swatted him across the chest. “Geez, Spike! Stalk much?”

He shrugged. “Just happened to spot you, thought I'd come see what ( Read more... )

27 Days

He rushed from the sewer to the back porch of - his mind shied away from her name, even in thought; this wasn’t her house any longer. He burst through the back door just as Dawn walked into the kitchen. She raised one eyebrow at him as he stomped on his smoking blanket.

“Thanks for not setting my house on fire,” ( Read more... )

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He emerged from the sewer on Revello Drive and ran for the back door, his tattered blanket shielding him from the last rays of sunshine. The kitchen was empty except for the enticing aroma of hot blood. His eyes were drawn to the mug sitting on the counter. A note propped up in front of it read “Drink Me” in Dawn’s bubbly handwriting. He shook ( Read more... )