#spikerper

Another night, another bottle of whiskey, and another fresh grave. Spike sat opposite of the newly carved tombstone waiting for the retired banker... or was it retired accountant? Either way the fledgling would wake up to a fresh stake through the heart. Who would have guessed it? Spike, William the Bloody, would be playing errand boy to the Slayer. His crush on her had squirmed and grown into a parasite of a conscience and he couldn't help but give her a hand. Especially on a Saturday night where she was bound to have plans with some human boy. The vampire, however, still wasn't completely whipped as he still made a point to get an entire bottle of whiskey into his system. What could he say? He proud to be a drunken public nuisance. "Bloody wake up, will ya? Got some co-eds to scare silly." he spoke out loud to the dead air above the grave. It was a half-hearted threat however, as he would probably do what he had been doing every night for the passed two weeks. What was on the agenda? Something no one had ever asked. Kill, drink, telly, cold awkward shower in his crypt, before crawling into the somewhat bed he had managed to assemble. It was a living... well an undead living.