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Angel: You think this is a game? People are dying.
Spike: And one of us is going to stop it. Hey, what do you know? I vote for me.
Angel: There's no voting; it's a prophecy. And the Shanshu's not about you, Spike.
Spike: Still can't accept it, can you? Sad, really. All these years believing you're the signified monkey, only to find out you're just a big hunk of nobody cares.

Angel the Series Season 5 Destiny

Spike Quote of the Day

Hainsley: A ghost, huh? You brought a ghost as your backup, vampire?
Spike: I'm not here to back him up. I just haunt the bastard.

Angel the Series Season 5 Just Rewards

Spike Quotes

Spike: I can't bite you anyway.
Xander: Oh, you would.
Spike: Not bloody likely.
Xander: I happen to be very bitable, pal. I'm moist and delicious.
Spike: Alright. Fine. You're a nummy treat.
Xander: And don't you forget it.

Spike (imitating Anya): Xander, don't you care about me?
Xander: Shut up.
Spike: We never talk.
Xander: Shut. Up.
Spike (singsong voice): Xander…
Xander: SHUT UP!

Blind Date

It was almost 7:00 on a warm Friday night in Sunnydale-also known by some as Sunnyhell California.  A young man stands in his bright, and now somewhat steamy, bathroom. He wears only a white towel wrapped tightly around his waist and admires his reflection.  He is by no means a small man standing just over six foot; and more often than not, is usually hiding his broad shoulders, slim waist, and muscular arms under an oversized tee shirt.  He is pleased to note the busting of his ass with construction work has finally paid off.  He has a masculine chin that always seems to sport just a shadow of a beard, nice lips, soft brown eyes, and dark brown locks that always seem in need for a haircut.  He curses to himself after taking a quick glance at his watch and realizes he’s running out of time. For once, Xander Harris actually has somewhere to be; well, other than kicking some demon ass beside his favorite blond slayer. Tonight, he has a blind date. Tonight, he can brag that he is not just some loser who sits alone in his apartment, watching Stargate and hoping Anya will just come to her senses and stop being mad at him. Xander cringes as he remembers their fight; Anya complaining that he spends more time with the slayer and the other scoobies more than her.  And if that’s not enough, she complains their sex life has taken a turn for the worse, which, in Anya speak, means her daily quota of orgasms are not suiting her needs.  Xander sighs to himself as he remembers her breaking up with him, ranting and raving all the way out the front door. Eventually she will come to her senses, but until then, there was this whole, big life that was just waiting to be grabbed, or lived, or tamed, or something.  But anyway, there was this whole big life waiting for him to leave his apartment and join the living.  Xander shakes his head to clear his thoughts, then wanders back to his bedroom to find something suitable to wear for his date. 

In the dark corner of a small Italian restaurant, Spike slumps comfortably in his chair, his back to the far wall, and drains the last of his imported beer and places the empty bottle on a wooden square table, right beside a single yellow rose.  His blue eyes scan the small crowd before him and a look of annoyance crosses his sharp features.  God, he hates waiting.  It would be different if he would be able to sample the tasty tidbits scurrying around, stuffing themselves with Italian food, or just sitting and enjoying a glass of red wine.  The damn chip those Initiative bastards shoved in his brain bloody well kept that from happening.  Still, it didn’t keep Spike from imagining what each patron would taste like. He could almost feel his mouth water as his eyes looks hungrily at each one.  The young bird in the opposite corner across the restaurant, wearing a red silk blouse and a black mini skirt, smiling widely at the gentlemen in front of her, looks like she would taste just like the white wine that passes through her pink pouty lips.  She turns toward him so she can cross her slender legs, giving Spike a nice view of her upper thigh. Spike grins wickedly as he imagines the many places his fangs can penetrate her skin.  The larger gentlemen with her appears as though he would have more of a stout taste, like a steak marinated in beer just a tad too long.

            ‘Well, will you look at that,” a deep voice states with amusement, “Spike is joining the world of the living.”

Spike looks up to see Xander grinning down at him.  The vampire must have been more intrigued with his fantasies than he realized.   A look of annoyance crosses his featured before his lips curl up into a smirk.

            “So, I see your ‘lil demon set you loose tonight, monkey boy. To what do I owe the honor?”  Spike watches Xander’s face, waiting to see the small vein that popped out of the boy’s forehead when he got angry.  Spike thought it’s funny as hell watching the little bulge pulsing just above the boy’s left eye. 

            Xander glares down at Spike from his standing position, although it doesn’t seem to do any good.  Spike isn’t the kind of guy who gets intimidated when someone glares in his general direction.

            “What the hell are you doing here, Spike?”

            “I could ask you the same thing, Harris.”

            “I asked you first.”


            Xander sighs, dreading the sentence to come. “I’m waiting for my date.”

Spike’s sharp features split into a grin. He chuckles and glances back up to Xander. “Makes two of us then.”

Xander snorts. “You mean you actually found some random loser who was desperate enough to join the likes of you?”  He ignores the glares from Spike as he laughs.

            “Hey now,” Spike says, a trace of heat in his warning.

            “Well, this has been fun and all,” Xander says, obviously attempting to dismiss the vampire, “and as much as I enjoy insulting you, you’re gonna have to scram. My date is coming, and you’re sitting at our table.”

            “What? I’m not leaving!  I was here first!”

            “Look, nimrod, my date is gonna be here any minute. Scram.”

            “Sod off.”

            “Okay, look.  You are not supposed to be sitting at this table.  There is supposed to be a woman at this table, not an impotent vampire.  An attractive woman with short, blond hair; blue eyes and wearing a blue shirt…..” Xander’s voice begins to fade as he notices the bright blue shirt stretched tight over Spikes chest.  

            Spike catches on, a look of alarm as notices for the first time Xander just happens to be the dark haired date with warm brown eyes wearing a green dress shirt. Cautiously, Spike’s eyes side just to check the color of the rose Xander was clutching in his left hand.   Yep…red.

            “You wouldn’t happen to have a yellow rose with you, do ya?” the other man asks nervously.  Spike holds up the single yellow rose.

            “Sweet Jesus!”

            “Bloody Hell!”



“No. No this can’t be happening!” Xander exclaims as he covers his eyes with his large right hand. “Please, dear God, tell me this is not happening.”

            “Pipe down you git!” Spike hisses as he grabs him and almost throws the young man into the other seat. “You’re bringing unwanted attention over our way.”

             As soon Xander sits down, he takes one look at Spike and proceeds to perform a face plant on the table.

            “Why me?” his muffled voice asks no one imparticular.

            “Ah, the lonely and the desperate.”

            “Bite me.” Xander growls as he raises his head to look at Spike.

            “Do you think that’s a wise thing to say to a big bad vampire?”

            “Only to a neutered one.”

            Spike flips Xander an obscene gesture.

            “So, now what are we gonna do?” The young man asks as he looks around.

            “I, for one, plan on writing a very nasty letter to EDates.” Spike retorts as he wishes for another beer.  “Or a very interesting one to Penthouse.” His wicked grin grows as he watches the vein in Xander’s forehead grow larger and larger.

            After a few moments of silence, Xander looks at Spike. “You know, since we are here and I am kinda hungry, do you wanna…..?”

            Spike looks at Xander, then at the waiter who is debating on the correct way of approaching their table.  “Um…yeah.  Sure.” He looks back at Xander. “Do you think they have those onion things here?”

            “I dunno.  Maybe.  But I’m not paying for your meal, got it?  We are strictly Dutch tonight.”

            Spike scoffs.

            The rest of the evening didn’t go too bad, considering.  Spike and Xander ate their meals quickly and quietly, looking at each other only when necessary; or when their goofy waiter approached. Once or twice, Xander looks at the vampire and appears to attempt to start a conversation, but then the words get lost between the large bites of food or the long tugs at the beer bottles.

            Spike stands and looks down at Xander. “Be back.  Gotta go to the loo.” The vampire sniffs as he stands and stalks toward the restrooms. 

            Xander stares at the small table, now full of empty but dirty dishes and almost a dozen beer bottles, most of which belongs to Spike. Xander shakes his head and sighs to himself.  If anything, tonight has proven itself to be very interesting.  More minutes tick by.  Still no Spike. After several more minutes, Xander looks at his watch again.

            “Hey, wait a minute!”

            The waiter appears beside him and hands him the bill. Xander notices there is only one. A very expensive one.

            “Spike!  You son of a bitch!”


The end.


Spike Quote of the Day

Spike: It was on your back.  What was I supposed to do?
Angel: (A sword going through his stomach, a small demon attached to the sword) Ask me to turn around.
Spike: Heat of battle.  There wasn't time.
Angel: You just like stabbing me.
Spike: Ha!  I'm shocked-Shocked that you would say that.  I much prefer hitting you with blunt objects.

Angel Season 5 A Hole In The World

Spike quote of the day

Spike: No. I'm not gonna end up like Pavayne. Cheating hell any way he could, no matter who it hurt.
Fred: Just proves what I've been telling everybody.
Spike: That I'm a handsome devil who brightens the place up?
Fred: That you're worth saving.

AtS Hellbound

Writer's Block: Redo

If there was something you could change about your past, what would it be?

If I could change something about my past, it would be avoiding the drug and alcohol scene.  I wasted many years of my life getting a fix or drowning in liquor.  On a brighter note, I've been sober for 12 years and clean for 11.  So if there is anyone out there who is struggling with an addiction, there is hope.  There is a light at the end of the tunnel.  <cue bright lights and choir of angels>


I strain my ears,
but I hear nothing.
I lay in the dark room,
and listen,
and only silence fills my ears
silence and emptiness.
I want to hear you beside me,
want to listen to your clothes
slide against the bed as you turn to me.
I want to listen to your deep breaths
and feel your silent whispers
caress my skin.
I want to hear you talk in your sleep,
and smile as you share your dreams
with me, only me.
I don't like this silence.
I don't like this feeling of emptiness.
So, I fill the silence with a new sound.
The sound of my tears as they land on my pillow.
The sound of my voice as I whisper
"I miss you."

My First Day

Here I am!  Bask in my glory!  Or....not.  <chuckle>