Spike AKA The Torpedo
Spike: The Torpedo
Rating: 18- violence.... just being careful.
Disclaimer: I still don’t own anything.
A/N: I wanted this to be a little more... smutty. But it’s a short story. And I am a horrible smut writer so I tend to stay away from that stuff. Thanks Sally.
Feedback: Please write something. It helps me.
Spike stared at the bruised and bloody man in front of him. He ignored his craving and looked at the corner of the bedroom. There stood Velma Kelly.
“Finish him!” She was shouting.
The vampire sure enjoyed his job. He was a torpedo. An assassin.
The victim was crying and pleading for his life. Offering Spike booze and money. The demon just snapped his neck.
He noticed the blood on his hand and licked it off.
Velma walked behind Spike and hugged him.
“Now that I am a widow what shall I do?”
The white hair killer twirled around and slammed Velma against the wall. She actually laughed!
He smirked and began to kiss her neck, and lead the performer to her bed.
Velma hear moaning, sucking and lapping. The she heard screaming. Hers.
When she realized that Spike bit her.
A/N: I’m thinking that the next one should be based on Oz. Any suggestions are good.