Which was partly true, he was getting away from his “normal” life and returning to his old life.
He took a long sip of his beer to numb the thoughts down.
“I’m glad I show up when I did…you were about to get yourself fried.”
“I had it under control, mate.”
“I would believe it if I didn’t see your pants on fire.”
Spike gave him a look and the finger for his troubles.
He grinned slightly when he remembered running into the vampire literally. Spike was busy with a demon who liked a blow torch way too much. “I seemed to remember a chick that wanted to cut you to half your size.”
“Thanks for that save by the way.”
He winced at the memory. He wouldn’t say out loud that he let his guard down but he did. After saving Spike, they had a talk. He found out that Spike was a vampire but he couldn’t hurt anyone because he had a chip in his head. He proved it by attacking him. He kind of felt sorry for the vampire when he was rubbing his head in pain.
“You know…no one believes me that I saved the world. I told them. They just looked at me…like…like…”
He patted his friend’s shoulder.
During that weekend, he learned about vampire slayers and watchers. He learned about the different things that walk the night than what he hunted. He learned about a vampire named Spike, who wanted to prove that he was a good guy. No one would listen that he was a good guy.
“I have no one to tell.”
During that weekend, he told Spike about demons, his father, and his brother. It was the most honest he has been since moving to Stanford.
He could afford it since it was demons, sorcerers, and a sleuth of bears trying to end the world.
“We aren’t drunk enough, mate,” Spike said.
“Agreed. We need something stronger.”
“We need a song…”
Spike got up and turned on the radio in his car. A familiar song filled the air. He started humming before the words escaped his mouth.
We are the champions… We keep on fighting to the end…
Soon, Spike’s voice joined his. Until sun rise, they sing and drunk their beer without a care in the world.
No One to Listen, No One to Tell (2/2)
He took a long sip of his beer to numb the thoughts down.
“I’m glad I show up when I did…you were about to get yourself fried.”
“I had it under control, mate.”
“I would believe it if I didn’t see your pants on fire.”
Spike gave him a look and the finger for his troubles.
He grinned slightly when he remembered running into the vampire literally. Spike was busy with a demon who liked a blow torch way too much.
“I seemed to remember a chick that wanted to cut you to half your size.”
“Thanks for that save by the way.”
He winced at the memory. He wouldn’t say out loud that he let his guard down but he did. After saving Spike, they had a talk. He found out that Spike was a vampire but he couldn’t hurt anyone because he had a chip in his head. He proved it by attacking him. He kind of felt sorry for the vampire when he was rubbing his head in pain.
“You know…no one believes me that I saved the world. I told them. They just looked at me…like…like…”
He patted his friend’s shoulder.
During that weekend, he learned about vampire slayers and watchers. He learned about the different things that walk the night than what he hunted. He learned about a vampire named Spike, who wanted to prove that he was a good guy. No one would listen that he was a good guy.
“I have no one to tell.”
During that weekend, he told Spike about demons, his father, and his brother. It was the most honest he has been since moving to Stanford.
He could afford it since it was demons, sorcerers, and a sleuth of bears trying to end the world.
“We aren’t drunk enough, mate,” Spike said.
“Agreed. We need something stronger.”
“We need a song…”
Spike got up and turned on the radio in his car. A familiar song filled the air. He started humming before the words escaped his mouth.
We are the champions…
We keep on fighting to the end…
Soon, Spike’s voice joined his. Until sun rise, they sing and drunk their beer without a care in the world.
The world owned them that much.
End.