Ok here are some quotes I thought worthy of mentioning.
Quotes from B: TVS
"Do you want me to take 'em out? It'd give me a hell 'a headache, but I could probably thin the pack a little!" - Spike (to Buffy about the scoobies, trying to cheer her up) Flooded
"What are you doing out here, Spike? five words or less." - Buffy
"Out. For. A. Walk...Bitch!" - Spike Becoming Part 2
"So you've come to pump me for information?" - Spike
"What else would I want to pump you for? Did I just say that
out loud?" - Buffy Once More, With Feeling
"I must be a noble vampire. A vampire with a soul." - Spike (as Randy)
"A vampire with a soul? How lame is that?" - Buffy (as Joan) Tabula Rasa
"I was happy. Wherever I... was... I was
happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about
was all right. I knew it. Time...didn't mean anything
... nothing had form... but I was still me, you know?
And I was warm... and I was loved... and I was
finished. Complete. I don't understand about theology
or dimensions, or... any of it, really... but I think I
was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of
there. Pulled out...by my friends. Everything here is...
hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel,
everything I touch... this is Hell. Just getting through
the next moment, and the one after that... knowing
what I've lost... They can never know. Never." - Buffy (to Spike) Wrecked
"Uhh, you're bent" - Buffy
"Yeah, and it made you scream, didn't it?" - Spike Wrecked
"Just, uh, took a stroll. Found myself in your neck of the woods." - Spike
"Couldn't find a less flammable time of day to take a stroll?" - Buffy Gone
"Give a bloke a chance for his eyes to adjust. Damn fluorescent
lights. Makes me look dead." - Spike Doublemeat Palace
"Hey, Mister Passive-Aggressive Guy. Seriously, you wanna
take it down a notch or two in there?" - Buffy
"What, poor dainty Richard can't take a joke?" - Spike
"We do not joke about eating people in this house!" - Buffy
"What are you gonna do, beat me up again?" - Spike
"I should have thrown you out the second you got here. I was
insane to ever think you could just hang out with my friends." - Buffy
"And *I* was insane to think... No, wait. You were right.
*You're* insane." - Spike Older and Far away
"Uh ... we missed the bed again." - Buffy
"Lucky for the bed." - Spike Dead Things
"I want to save the world." - Spike
"Okay, you do remember you're a vampire, right?" - Buffy
"We like to talk big, vampires do. I'm going to destroy the world, it's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is I like this world. You've got dog racing, Manchester United, and you got people. Billions of people walking around like happy meals with legs." - Spike Becoming Part 2
"What do you want?" - Giles
"I wanna torture you. I used to love it, and it's been a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even have chainsaws." - Angelus Becoming Part 2
"Now, I'm not a real witch, you know. I-I don't know if this is gonna work right away." - Willow
"Well, if at first you don't succeed, I'll kill him, and you try again." - Spike Lover's Walk
"This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed." - Spike Something Blue
"I really don't like it when people shoot me." - Angel Expecting
"You know ... you take the killing for granted. And then it's gone, and you're like, I wish I'd appreciated it more. Stopped and smelled the corpses, you know?" - Spike Where the Wild Things Are
"Oh, God." - Spike
"What's wrong? Not that I care." - Buffy
"Oh... My head. I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible. Oh, God. I wish I was dead." - Spike
"Well, if you close your eyes and wish real hard..." - Buffy
"Hey! Back off!" - Spike Lover's Walk
Quotes from FanFiction
I toss and turn in my bed, restlessness affecting my every limb, probably to the cellular level. Groaning, I rise from my bed. I think I need a decent spot o’ violence.
I slap my head with that thought.
I’ve decided I don’t like Spike’s demon.
I think it has ADD. - Verstehen - by Cosmic Fish
"Were you born this demented, or did it come with the demon?" Buffy said.
"One hundred percent, pure-bred dementia," Spike told her. "The demon is sane compared to the man in me."
"That I'd actually agree with you about," she teased.
"Ha, bloody, ha, pet," he replied. - Sex, Lies and Sonograms - by Saber ShadowKitten
"I was too stunned by the sight of all that male bonding over your dislike of Angel."
"Naw, you've got us all wrong, Luv." He saw her look up at him, raising an eyebrow. "We hate that bloody wanker," he finished with a smirk. (Over Riley and Spike's dislike of Angel) - Lost In Cyber Space - by Anne Rose
Her mouth met his ear. "Baby, I'm bleeding."
"I know." Blood. Sex. Buffy. Oh God help me.
"Kiss and make better?"
Spike's demon emerged.
Which meant he couldn't be held accountable for what he said next:
"Yeah." - In Heat - by NautiBitz
“You know, maybe I should get Buffy a CD instead,” the young woman said, pursing her lips. “She already has more clothes than one person could possibly wear in…”
“SNACK-SIZE!” Spike barked, making both Dawn and the salesclerk, who was desperately trying to help them, jump into the air like a synchronized swim team.
“We have been at this friggin’ mall for three and a half hours,” he growled between tightly clenched teeth. “We’ve hit every store and the soddin’ food court twice over. In twenty minutes, they are going to lock us in. Just pick out a bloody present for your Sister and be done with it.” (Dawn trying to pick out Buffy's Christmas gift) - Father Christmas - by Rab-id/Raeann
“OW! Bloody Hell!” Spike gasped, holding his head. “I didn’t hit him that hard you soddin’ indiscriminate piece of….”(Spike, after running into a security guard) - Father Christmas - by Rab-id/Raeann
“Listen...Spike's downstairs with a four-year-old who is even more hyperactive then he is, and Will can move pretty damn fast for a kid with short legs,- Castaway - by Ripe Wicked Plum
Spike glanced at the Smiling Face Sun on the `Welcome to Sunnydale' sign, looking almost regretful when it stayed intact for the first time with him passing by it. It seemed...almost sacrilegious. - Castaway - by Ripe Wicked Plum
He took the abuse, swallowed it, and thanked her for giving it to him. The more she hit him with it, the happier he seemed, proving once and for all that William the Bloody was indeed some sort of emotional masochist. Of course, that would be what Dawn responded too. - Working Girl - by Ripe Wicked Plum
"Don't touch the leather, you might make it uncool...You are strange and off-putting. Go now.....now." Spike asserted his sentence with a preternatural growl and caused the man to jump back a good three feet, knocking into a couple enjoying their dinner. - The Progeny - by Evenstar
Once Carly was gone from the alley Spike turned his attentions back to the man he was holding by the neck, two or three feet off the ground."Well, well, well, well, well.....and what have we here? Something tells me this isn't the first time you've played Little Red Riding Hood, you know, played nice then gone all wolfy on 'em. You stay the hell away from Carly or I'll pull your spinal nerves out of your back via your toes with a rusty, gut covered fish hook and use them as garters.....are you getting a word picture here or is a demo in order?" - The Progeny - by Evenstar
Spike and Sonny both looked at each other, slightly confused, both quite horrified.....women, bonding over clothing....it meant only one thing....one hideous, dark, terror to all men in all walks of life....there was going to be shopping, no doubt about it. - The Progeny - by Evenstar
"Um.....well....Spike.....he's got problems with people named Angel...."
"What kind of problems?"
"Apocalyptic." - The Progeny - by Evenstar
Thinking about all this made his head hurt. There was a reason vampires didn’t play well with others. Even for the chipped variety, of whom Spike was the single unhappy representative, concern for the wellbeing of Humans Who Are Not Buffy Or Dawn was a struggle. - Roundabout - by Devil Piglet
This was still so new to him, this…touching, without agenda or pretense. Marathon shagging with superhuman warrior-women, he knew. Spontaneous hugging, though, put Spike entirely out of his depth. - Roundabout - by Devil Piglet
Spike took the phone and moved to the open window, where he could smoke without getting kicked in the shin by Dawn. - Roundabout - by Devil Piglet
“How? In her current state she’s clearly beyond reason. Would you have Dawn wait in the car while you tried to wrestle her sister, her only family, into submission? Truss her up in the trunk and beat her back to sanity?”
As a matter of fact, it closely resembled the plan Spike had come up with since his epiphany last night. It still sounded pretty good to him. - Roundabout - by Devil Piglet
Keeping one hand on the steering wheel he leaned over and retrieved the IDs from her. Then he erupted.
“Son of a bitch! I’ll kill him. Oh, I’ll snack on his intestines. I’ll carve out his eyeballs with a soup ladle. He’ll beg me to finish him off! I – owwwww…” He clutched his head and then pointed accusingly at Dawn. “You! Stop laughing! Or you’re next!”
“Whatever, Chip.” She dissolved into giggles again.
Spike banged his head against the steering wheel. - Roundabout - by Devil Piglet
The Mayan was less than a mile away. Spike parked around the corner and was inside within minutes. If he’d learned nothing else over of the last hundred years, Spike knew how to get into clubs. As he exchanged nods with the bouncer and entered the pulsing, strobe-lit structure, he began to feel some of his old confidence return. He knew this scene, knew these people. He might not have the slightest idea how to properly feed and clothe a fifteen-year-old girl, but here, swallowed up by the nightlife, Spike was, well, Spike. - Roundabout - by Devil Piglet
Dawn blanched a little at his tone. “You’re going to be really mad when we get home, aren’t you?” she asked in a small voice.
He cocked his head at her, and his gaze softened. “No.”
Dawn let out a breath.
“I’m really mad now. I’m about ready to take a strap to your bony ass,” he continued furiously, and Dawn’s eyes widened.
“What the bloody hell were you thinking? Did your brain turn to fucking tapioca since I last saw you? You could have been killed back there. I’ve a mind to do you in myself. How the hell did you even get in, with this monster?” He waved the shotgun recklessly, and both Kehoe’s and Dawn’s attention followed the direction of the barrel. He shifted Buffy’s weight with his free arm and went on. “How did you even get out of the hotel? Where were Clem’s boys? And didn’t I distinctly tell you when we practiced that you were only to use this gun if a boy got fresh with you –" - Roundabout - by Devil Piglet
Ponce, he chastised himself. And he knew he still hadn’t recovered from the vision of Dawn, facing down these latest villains with Spike’s shotgun the only thing standing between her and certain death. He might never be the same again, he thought with growing ire, and it would serve the silly child right if he hung her up by her shiny hair – - Roundabout - by Devil Piglet
Her brain could only handle so much at once. The mental image of Spike and Beyonce Knowles trading hair-care tips crowded out the image of Giles IMing. - Roundabout - by Devil Piglet
"Here," Sonny, Spike, Johnny, Max and Xander all spoke in unison as they fished into their jackets to bring out their flasks.
"And welcome to tonight's AA meeting at the Magic Box....who'd like to share first?" Buffy added sarcastically. - In The Family Way - by Evenstar
As the designated driver, I am responsible for your welfare,” intoned Spike. “Everybody buckled up?”
As everyone shouted their assent, he took off. “Let’s put the pedal to the metal.” He drove very fast, but in perfect control of the big truck. “I love this thing, Buffy,” he told her. “It’s got a lot of kick to it.” He smiled over at her, grinning wickedly.
“Yeah, that’s true. Enjoy trying to parallel park it, though,” said Buffy.
A short drive later, Spike pulled into the very first space on the end of the lot at the Bronze. “The parking gods have smiled upon me,” he joked. - The Slave Series - by Jodyorjen
Spike stared at her in surprise, "The Slayer...deigning to apologize to a lower demon? Hell just became a skating rink." - Green Card - by Ripe Wicked Plum
The answer to the mystery of Spike’s unusual behavior hit her like a tone of bricks. He was hyper. And he’d had caffeine. Caffeine with sugar. Lots of sugar. Buffy felt a bit faint at the prospect. She wondered if she still had any of those industrial strength tranquilizer darts they’d used on Oz...
“You all right, Slayer?” Spike paused his monologue for a second and cocked his head at her. “You’re lookin’ a bit pale...”
“I think I need to sit down,” she said, still horrified at the prospect of ultra-ultra-hyperactive Spike. - A Day Out - By Kantayra
“Because you’re scarily hyper,” she informed him matter-of-factly. “If you have any more sugar, bad thing will happen – like, apocalypse-scale bad thing.”
“We could go the Java The Hut,” he suggested.
“And no caffeine, either!”
“You’re no fun,” he accused. - A Day Out - By Kantayra
He stayed on stage while the music wound down and accepted the applause as his due. After jumping off the stage, strode back towards his table and sat down.
"Well," said Tara when Spike had taken his seat, "I have to say you surprised my with that one Spike. I still thought it was sweet though," she smiled at him.
"Yeah, well," Spike said blushing, "Must be the soppy poet in me, soddin’ git." - 1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila, Floor - by RedDwarfette
Spike rolled his eyes. He liked a good spot of violence as well as the next vampire, but this was simply pathetic.
A handful of blocks, kicks, parries, and punches later, Spike and Sunday were the only two vamps left standing. A snap of the neck after that, and Spike and five piles of dust remained. It hadn't been amateur hour after all. In fact, it had barely been amateur minute. Spike brushed off his hands and decided he was going to make damn sure the Slayer eventually learned the indignities he'd had to endure on her behalf. - Gifts - by Kelso
Spike racked his brain for the most effective method of doing in a Mok'tagar demon. Decapitation, staking, direct sunlight, drawing and quartering, cremating...Oh, screw it. He couldn't remember and decided to go with the tried and true, time-honored neck snap. There was a reason it was a classic. - Gifts - by Kelso
Buffy stopped and narrowed her eyes. "Yes! I saw him strolling around campus, wearing sunglasses! Sunglasses! That is so wrong, I can't even begin to express my feelings about it." - Gifts - by Kelso
He took that as a sign to proceed and used his free hand to dig around in her skirts, finding the hem and slipping up inside with the practiced ease of one who has deflowered hundreds of Victorian women. - Treat - by Kantayra
Abstractly, she knew it was twisted, wrong. But who cared once they saw Spike’s naked chest? - Treat - by Kantayra
Her body language was crying out for all the world to hear, “Spike did me. And did me well.” - Treat - by Kantayra
So, speaking of cooking, he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten last night because he’d wanted to stop by the Slayer’s first, which was when he’d been knocked out, which was why he was here.
He was once again impressed by the system he and his ADHD had worked out to get things done. Fortunately, he could usually reign in his more scatterbrained impulses, but the ability tended to fade when he got hysterical. Which he probably was right now. He blamed it on horniness.
And his lack of shoes. Random things like that just demanded a hysterical response. - Dream Girls by Kantayra
But only because the chains were solid. They were rusty and nasty to be sure, but he doubted he could break them.
However, on the plus side, he now knew that his captor was a demon because only a demon would keep something so kinky and nasty around. Spike had a set of his very own back at the crypt.
So, that meant that there was nothing he could do to escape. The ever looming ‘bored now’ hung in the back of his mind, so he decided to do something about it. Really, the only thing he could do in this situation: creative cursing.
“Oi, cowardly wanker! Get out ‘ere an’ show your stub-snouted hide!” He’d come to the (perhaps incorrect) conclusion that his captor was the Cheseh Demon from the night before. But, even if he was wrong, it made for entertaining mockery. “Your mother teach you ta hide your soddin’—”
A steel door at the end of the room opened, proving Spike’s long-standing theory that no one was able to refrain from joining a fight more than ten seconds after the phrase “your mother” was spoken. It was a cheap tactic, but he stuck with what worked. - Dream Girls by Kantayra
It didn’t sound quite plausible to Spike since he was second-guessing this demon like crazy, and he didn’t even come remotely close to moral. - Dream Girls by Kantayra
“Okaaay…” Dawn began, “I’ll bite. What the hell is going on?”
Buffy let out a deep breath. “The usual strangeness that is my life, combined with the misplaced guilt of contorted Spike logic to make it extra fun.” - Dream Girls by Kantayra
She looked at them, him lying on the floor with his hands on his stomach, and herself sitting limp against the bath.
She laughed. "What a hot couple we make."
He grinned. "Aren't we? We even throw up in synch. That's what I call love." - Home by Sophie
Angel grabbed Spike by his t-shirt and shoved him against the counter.
“You listen to me and listen good. I know you’re biting her and that you are trying to play sick little games with her. She’s not Drusilla, so if I hear that she is hurt in any way or forced into anything that she doesn’t want, I will destroy you.”
“Sick little games? The ones that you taught me how to play, lover?” Spike delved down into all his pain and frustration with this vampire and said the words that he knew would anger him the most. Then he laughed in the face of the one he used to fear just to prove he didn’t anymore.
With a growl Angel turned into game face forcing Spike to follow suit to keep his edge up.
“She’s not a vampire and she’s not a toy for you to use.” Angel snarled. “She loves you for some reason, why isn’t that enough for you?” - Babies Are A Good Thing by Mrs. Muir
“Now, are you going to tell me what happened or do you get to see how pissed I can be?” Spike had started the question off slowly but by the end was screaming at the girl. - Babies Are A Good Thing by Mrs. Muir
Angel caught up to Spike and threw an arm around his shoulder, “What I said back there, don’t ever repeat it because I’ll deny it to the end.”
“Sure, Grandpa, you really love me and you know it.”
“That’s Grandfather to you, sonny boy.” - Babies Are A Good Thing by Mrs. Muir
And right before the merciful blackness overtook him, he thought, “It didn’t hurt so bloody much to die the first time.” - Babies Are A Good Thing by Mrs. Muir
How could he metamorphose from raging maniac to adorable little boy in the course of two seconds? How? - Crash and Burn by Nauti Bitz
'Can't let her go back out there,' he thought. Not tonight. He damned well would chain her up, if it came to that. She wouldn't stand a chance, alone and sightless. She'd be a nice snack for the first nasty that came along. And if he couldn't have her for dinner, then nothing else was bloody going to either. - Love Is Blind by Avalon
Oh god. Poetry. He was bloody thinking in poetry now. That was... He was...
Bleeding pathetic.- Love Is Blind by Avalon
She shook her head slightly. "No. Sarcastic Buffy is on vacation. This is the new-and-improved, non-scathing Buffy."
"Right. For what -- the next two minutes?"
She frowned. "I'm trying to be new and improved here. You're not helping."- Love Is Blind by Avalon
Buffy frowned, not buying his act. He had just offered to risk his life. For her. But why? What did he have to gain? One possible answer flickered briefly through her mind but she discarded it as impossible. Not that it mattered anyway. She had no intention of allowing him go through with this.
"I won't let you," she said firmly, her fingers digging into his arm.
One of his hands touched her hair. "And you plan on stopping me how, Goldilocks? You're blind, remember? Couldn't even kill one little demon without my help."
"It was a big demon," she said, a trifle shakily. "and I don't understand why you're doing this. We hate each other..."
"Yeah, Slayer. We do." And then he pulled her roughly forward, pinning her against his chest...and his lips descended on hers.- Love Is Blind by Avalon
What Spike did notice though, when he finally stirred slightly, was the pain that came roaring back over him like a freight train.
He actually had been hit by a train once, he remembered. And this felt pretty much the same. The first incredible agony of the impact followed by a whole barrage of lesser torments that just kept getting worse and worse. Oh yeah. Pretty sodding similar.- Love Is Blind by Avalon
"You know," Buffy interrupted, her voice as calm as she could make it, "if you irritate me enough I'm going to just drop you and leave you here. You do realize that, don't you?"
"Think you'd make it back without me?"
"Actually, yeah. You're only slowing me down."
"Right then. Off you go." With that, Spike stepped aside, removing his arm. With his presence gone, Buffy found herself staggering, barely able to keep her footing. She hadn't realized quite how much she had been leaning on him...and how weak she still was. A second later though, he was back, his body preventing her from falling.
"You were saying?" the vampire said smugly. "Face it Slayer -- we need each other. Least for now."
She really, really hated it when he was right. - Love Is Blind by Avalon
I'm a cuddler, always have been, always will. Being a demon doesn't make me frigid, I'm a tactile vamp, me. It's one of my charms. - Between Sunshine and Shadows by Rune
It must have been waiting for us, I dunno; Slayer's hated almost as much as I am and seeing us together like the Fabulous Twosome of Impending Demon Death really pissed the demon community off. - Between Sunshine and Shadows by Rune
You have no idea how hard it is to keep an attention disordered Neo-Gothic punk bloodsucker in line.... But hey, I signed on for it, I'll do the dirty work. - The Tower by Kita
Dawn was just about fed up with the whole situation. While the Haunting hadn’t been causing any trouble lately, Spike – and his unwitting accomplice, Buffy – had more than filled the void.
At first it had been humorous, given all of Spike’s recent philandering, to see him as shy as a schoolboy with his first crush. Dawn had only seen rare flickers of the William side to his personality since he’d first fled Sunnydale, and it had been a bit of a refreshing break from the nearly-perpetual Big Bad bluster she’d had to put up with for the last five years.
Not that the Big Bad was gone. Oh no, that would be far too simple.
Rather, Spike seemed to be bouncing back and forth between the two now like a ping-pong ball on steroids. - Haunted by Kantayra
“We care, why?” Veronica drawled, nail file in one immaculately well-manicured hand.
“Evil thingy? Making everyone go crazy? Tried to kill you twice already?” Buffy suggested sarcastically.
Spike snickered.
Buffy looked over at him.
Spike looked back down at his boots.
Dawn rolled her eyes. - Haunted by Kantayra
“Bloody, buggering…”
A loud roar, and a dress shoe flew through the open door to Spike’s room, sailed in a perfect parabolic arc through the common room, and hit the far wall with an ungraceful ‘thunk’. Dawn watched it fall to the floor in a dejected manner.
“You’re gonna need both of these,” she provided, nervously dangling the shoe back into his room.
He snatched it from her with a growl and turned back to his arch-nemesis – a black tie – with a look of pure, unadulterated hatred. - Haunted by Kantayra
An evil smirk lit up his face. “Someone’s jealous,” he sing-songed.
“I’m jealous?” she demanded incredulously. “I’m not the one who went all Neanderthal to get a new dance partner. If anything, you’re jealous.” She prodded his chest with her index finger in accusation. - Haunted by Kantayra
She appeared quite content with that promise and turned back to Spike. "You were bad."
Spike rolled his eyes. "So then punish me," he said with a grin.
Dru appeared to contemplate that. "The mad hatter says there's no room at the party for you."
"He's lying," Spike said matter-of-factly. He ran over to her and picked her up then, continuing upstairs with her as she squealed and giggled. - Darling Boy by Evil Willow
Spike nodded. "I know. Neither did I, and I'm sorry, Niblet." He squeezed her gently. "You *are* my little sister, you know. And I love you. I can't help bein' protective from time to time."
She grinned a little bit. "I know. I was very proud of you for not biting him."
He chuckled. "I was proud of me for that, too." - Ohana: No One Gets Left Behind by Tequila
"I just got up, and *my*, shouldn't you be cheerier since you just got laid?"
He tried to growl, but it came out as more of a half laugh. "I thought you needed therapy from thinking about that."
"Oh, I do, but admitting what caused the scarring is the first step to recovery." - Ohana: No One Gets Left Behind by Tequila
Nancy-boy wasn't even in the damn picture anymore, and still he had Buffy closed up tighter than a virgin's knees. The sod. - The Anniversery by Tracy/Jericho TGF
Buffy glared at the hyper vampire in front of her. He was dancing on the balls of his feet like some prizefighter. How annoying. Especially as he was several fights up on her. Out of the ten years they had fought this battle, Buffy had only won three. It was positively embarrassing. - The Anniversery by Tracy/Jericho TGF
Spike had regained some measure of control. As tenuous as it was. He was no longer ready to mindlessly plunder the girl in front of him. He was ready to plunder her mindfully. - The Anniversery by Tracy/Jericho TGF
"Trust you?" Buffy repeated dubiously. "Maybe when the earth rotates backwards."
His eyes brightened at the thought of challenge, and without realizing it, they had both edged forward. "You mean it, Slayer? 'Cause I know a fella who knows a demon who has a cousin involved with some Mahayle creature. 'm sure a lil rotation mojo wouldn't be a problem where they're from."
A sour smile spread across her lips. "And the word metaphor suddenly has a brand-spanking new meaning." - Cupidity by Holly
"You tell that pillock, Travers, that if he sends anyone after me or the Slayer again, I will personally come to England, and rip his throat out. Then, I will do the fucking lambda while his blood drains from his cold, dead body. Understand?" - Spike - The Slayer Of Slayers by jypzrose
Angel and Spike sat back on the spacious couch in Angel’s office just far enough apart that they were right on the line between ‘barely tolerant chums’ and ‘closet gay lovers’. Slash fans around the world all had their rulers out, measuring the centimeters between the two sexy vampires and just waiting for that gap to close… - I Was Made To Love You (But Sort Of Metaphorically This Time) by Kantayra
Buffy blinked at the two of them. “Shirts still on why?” she pouted.
“It’s the series finale,” Angel pointed out. “We don’t really need the added rating booster, do we?”
“Shirts. On. Why?” Buffy insisted.
Every single fan in the audience nodded in firm agreement. - I Was Made To Love You (But Sort Of Metaphorically This Time) by Kantayra
'cause what says "happy birthday to me" like a little public indecency? - Spike - Still Life, with Birthday by Dyna
In my own defense, let me just point out that Spike really isn't a bad
driver. Reckless, yes. A habitual speeder who doesn't know the meaning of the term
"turn signal," okay. Easily distracted, inattentive, and prone to sudden
swerving...
All right, okay, so maybe giving Spike this car might *technically* be
construed as a violation of my duty to protect the innocent, but--well, look at him.
He's having such a good time.
"YEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Eat my dust, ya tutu-wearing nancyboy! Let's see
you pass me now!"
Who am I kidding? I'm going to burn in hell for this. But I don't care,
because he loves the car. As evidenced by the look of pure joy on his face as we
tear down the busy streets, flying past other cars and through red lights, the
wind and the roar of the engine so loud we have to shout to be heard. When he
glances over at me, his eyes glowing with excitement and his hair fluttering
in the wind, he looks like a little kid. A little kid doing 60 on a major
street in the middle of Saturday night traffic. - Angel (about Spike) - Still Life, with Birthday by Dyna
Mudge sighed. "Alright, fine, you b-"
He was cut off by Spike's hand clamped over his mouth. Crouching before him, Spike told him, "Watch your mouth or I'll tear your lips off and shove 'em down your ruddy green hole. Understand?"
Eyes threatening to pop out of his head, Mudge nodded.
"Aw," said Buffy, "that was… really disturbingly violent and gross. But sweet in its way." - The Butterfly Effect by CousinJean
"Talk about surprising." She leaned in toward him, biting her smiling lip. "You speak Italian?"
"Lived in Rome for three years. Had to pick it up sooner or later."
"Oh god. I can't believe you never told me this. Say something. Anything."
He took her hand, gazed at it as he ran his fingers over it. "Ogni volta che ti bacio, dimentico dove sono."
She gasped, shuddered, and murmured, "What's that mean? Other than 'Buffy is now my bitch.'" - Older by Nautibitz
Dawn didn’t like being handed to the strange man. He didn’t smell like daddy like the other man had. She vamped and let out a little hiss. Giles shrieked and immediately handed her back to Angel.
“Oh, that’s just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Angel declared. Giles was horrified.
“It is pretty cute isn’t it? The minions just love her.” Spike said with fatherly pride. - Normal by KariMouke
“No biting,” he instructed her, leaning in.
“Why not?”
“It ruins the pleasure.”
“I think it would be quite pleasurable to bite you,” she retorted.
He shivered at that. One of the top ten phrases to drive a vampire wild, right there. “Later,” he assured her. “Not at this phase.” - "Pet" by Kantayra
Buffy bit the inside of her cheeks, trying to will her body to move, but apparently, while her sanity took a brief walk before, her entire body had taken a vote and impeached her brain from office. - Tiger Eyes by Ripe Wicked Plum
What can you teach him about being a PRODUCTIVE member of society? How to dismember a body in thirty seconds or less?" Spike struggled to keep his hands at his sides, and not show Xander that he could do that last one in a LOT less than thirty seconds. - Arizona by Lisa
"Hi, Spike. You do realize it's like, a hundred degrees out there?" She asked, eyeing the duster. He chuckled at her.
"Yeah. Temperature changes don't bother me."
"I know that, but shouldn't you at least TRY to blend in?" - Arizona by Lisa
'What the hell was that?' Spike shouted at the demon.
'Hell if I know,' his demon shouted back. 'If you’d killed her when I told you to this wouldn’t be happening, it’s your fault.'
'You’re supposed to be the one with all the bloody power,' Spike said running a hand through his hair in frustration. 'I don’t understand, it worked before.'
'That was before you opened yourself up to her you stupid boy. She’s seen your weakness, and she’s a woman. You know what that means, don’t you?'
'Don’t you dare go there,' Spike warned his demon. 'You’re supposed to be helping me here, not raking over old coals.'
'Well, maybe she’s a witch,' his demon said retreating into a sulk.
'Of course she’s not a witch,' Spike said looking dubiously at Buffy’s reclining form. 'Is she? Wouldn’t we be able to tell?'
His demon looked too, peering at the lifeless-looking girl and then retreating again. - Can I Keep You? by Moxie
'Too much,' his demon said.
'It’s always been my problem,' Spike told it. 'Just let me have this, please.'
His demon raised its hands in resignation. 'Don’t get too attached,' it warned him. 'They never stay, even if you turn them, they never stay.'
'This is different,' Spike told it. 'I know this is different.'
His demon raised a sceptical eyebrow and withdrew. 'If you need me….'
'I know,' Spike replied. - Can I Keep You? by Moxie
"Watch it, bite-size. I just might take a chunk out of you."
"Oh...I'm scared. Spike, the mighty vampire who CHEATS when playing Monopoly with fourteen-year old KIDS!"
"Don't give me that! You're older then dirt! I'm the impressionable youth in this relationship!" - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
"You could have joined up with that nice Harvest God," Jinx muttered beneath his breath as he put out the fire, "But nooo! You had to go with the cute Hell Goddess...idiot!" - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
"Yeah, well, because of Glory, he's nuts! I mean, look at him! He's putting crackers in his blood!"
"Actually, he had that disgusting habit before he lost his mind," Giles shook his head... - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
"Promise?" Buffy's voice had gone quiet suddenly, and Spike smiled as he kissed her forehead, "I'll prove it over and over again till you're old and decripit...and just can't shag anymore...then I'll change your depends for you and remind you what your friends' names are."
"Wow...that went from sweet...to kinda distrubing..."
"Luv, think about the way I tried to woo you...and this is a surprise?" - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
Spike scowled, popping a marshmallow in his mouth, then looked back at Dawn, "Fifteen, and you do your room, and the bathroom. Got it?"
Dawn pouted, "Fifteen? That's all?"
"Fine. Ten."
"Hey!" Dawn's eyes widened, "You're not supposed..."
"Five."
"Fine! Fifteen!" Dawn rolled her eyes as she headed to her room, and Spike chuckled, glancing at Buffy, "That worked on Dru too."
"Dru got an allowence?"
"No. Miss Edith did," Spike shook his head, "And let me tell you, that doll never lifted a finger around the lair..."
Buffy eyed him like he was still insane, "You're kidding, right?"
He grinned, "Not telling." - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
"Spike gave it to Dawn," Buffy grinned, "She named it Chewy, but for a while it was going to be B.G.C."
"What's that mean?"
"It's short for 'bloody goddam cat'," Buffy said, grinning at Spike, who rolled his eyes, "She decided on Chewy cause Spike's already threatened to eat it six times."
"Seven," He corrected, "He made a mess." - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
"Alright! Who gave her the bleedin' crossbow?!"
"Um...without admitting anything, it seemed like a good idea at the time," Xander said sheepishly, "And the hole in the wall is really fixable..."
"SPIKE! Put Xander down, now!" - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
"Better watch yourself, Fang Breath," Buffy warned him, "I can still stake your ass."
"For swearing in front of your sister? That's a little harsh. Course, in Peaches day, if you swore in front of a lady, they put you in the stocks..."
Buffy snorted, "Bet you'd have liked that too much. Everyone knows about your bondage obsession." - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
Spike was in the waiting room...being zipped into a body bag.
Buffy rolled her eyes, then stalked towards the intern zipping it, and glared at him, "Do you mind?!" She snapped, then bent, and unzipped the bag, then slapped Spike as hard as she could.
"Miss?! What in the hell are you...?" The intern let out an unmanly screech as Spike's eyes shot open, and he stared at Buffy, then sat up, looking down at the body bag.
"Oh...not bloody this again! A bloke can't pass out without being sent to the morgue around here!" The vampire shook his head as the doctor ran away, screaming his little head off as the night desk nurse snorted, muttering something rookies as she turned her attention back to her magazine, walking stiffs not really fazing her anymore. - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
Dawn shuddered, glancing at the stains with trepidition, "I learned my lesson...I will never run away again...and...I'll never do anything bad again!"
"Yeah...I said the same bloody thing when I was your age," Spike grinned evilly, "Scrub."
Dawn let out a little whimper, "You're enjoying this way too much..."
"Yeah, probably," Spike chuckled when she shot him a glare, "Scrub."
"You hate me, don't you?"
"Nope...adore you, love you more then unlife itself. Scrub."
"Bu--"
"Scrub."
"Spi-"
"Scrub." - Origins by Ripe Wicked Plum
Now, there was a funny rumor among humans that vamps couldn’t go in churches. Frankly, the entire notion was ludicrous. Vampires simply didn’t enjoy going in churches because churches tended to be full of crosses and holy water and other things that burned like hell. - The Crimson Codex Book Three: The Golden Order by Kantayra
vampires were kinky little things - Intervention by Kantayra