Spike laughed hysterically as he walked down the chaos strewn Sunnydale main street. The Slayer was dead, the chip was finally out of his skull and there was no one to stop him from reveling in the death and destruction around him.
Spike blinked at the thick, snorting sound before a wet splat hit him in the back of his head, completely covering it in a thick gooey substance. Wiping away what he could, the vampire turned around with a glare for the small blue monster that had broken out of the Initiative. The absolute destruction the small creature had caused had finally allowed Spike to make a break for it.
“Oy, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Spike demanded as the small blue, dog monster glared at him darkly.
Standing up on its hind feet, two extra arms sprouted out of its body and then pulled four small ray guns from behind its back.
Spike just stood there and blinked in stunned amazement.
“Dawnie. Says. Bye.” The little monster said with deliberation and a grin that would leave sharks envious.
Spike dove for cover as a rain of fire started chewing up the streets around him. Through it all the manic laughter of the small demon continued.
(A/N) Still alive, just trying to survive school.