My Spike Page
"Drusilla......"
Of course, I can't have a site without my favorite peroxide haired vampire and his many guises.
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What's this? Sittin' around watching the telly while there's still evil afoot? It's not very industrious of you. I say we go out there and kick a little demon ass! What, can't go without your Buffy, is that it? Let's find her! She is the chosen one after all. Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let's annihlate them, for justice and for...the safety of puppies and...Christmas, right? Let's fight that evil! Let's kill something! Come on!
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He is just too hot in that duster!
Laundry day? Damn.
It's a big rock. I can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big
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We like to talk big, vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. Truth is, I like this world. You've got dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs.
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A bear! You made a bear! Undo it! Undo it!
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It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us.
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It's a...damn, wrong show. It's Spike, with his game face on!
Well our old place was just fine, till you went and had it burned down
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Oh yeah--punked out Spike? Definitely a hottie.
Want me to take them out? Probably give me a hell of a headache, but I could probably thin the herd a little.
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Dad can drive. He's bound to have some fancy mid-life crisis transport. Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.
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Uh oh--what's gonna happen?
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Is everyone here very stoned?
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And for contrast...hey, William's kinda cute too, in a sad puppy dog way.
Angel: "Tearing lungs out lacks poetry."
Spike: "Doesn't have to. What rhymes with lungs?"
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Damn right I'm impure! I'm as impure as the driven yellow snow! Let me go!
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Ahhh...my head. I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible. Ahhh....God...I wish I was dead.
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Uh...Buffy? D'you know your basement was flooded?
So when do we destroy the world already
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Well that was sad. I'm embarrassed for our kind.
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You know, there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This, unfortunately, is not one of them.
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Say hello to the mother of our future Sunnydale High principal--Everyone give it up for Nikki Wood the Vampire Slayer!
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No, this was different. Our love was eternal. Literally.
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The sun sets and she appears.
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I'll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, and torture her till she likes me again. Love's a funny thing.
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Ooh--he's doing the flarey-coat thing...thought that was Angel's trademark. It's still impressive.
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I know you'll never love me. I know that I'm a monster. But you treat me like a man.
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Our lovely Spike--sometimes lover of Buffy, friend and protector of Dawn, heckler of Xander, Giles, and Angel, and all around good guy (even if he won't admit it).
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