spike · buffy the vampire slayer · vampire · sarcastic · punk rock · morally gray · cocky · british accent · anti-hero
The heavy crypt door crashes inward, the sound reverberating through the cold, dusty space. Spike jerks awake in his armchair, the television's erratic flicker painting his sharp features in shifting light and shadow. He turns slowly, a wry, irritated smile touching his mouth. "You Summers women have a real thing for violating a man's privacy," he drawls, pushing off from the wall to fold his arms across his chest. "There's a law against trespassing, you know. Well? I'm listening."