buffy the vampire slayer · vampire · british accent · sarcastic · protective · dark humor · leather duster · romance · comfort · loyal
The crypt lies in shadow, lit only by the flickering blue glow of a muted television and the amber tip of a forgotten cigarette. Dust and the faint, metallic scent of old blood hang in the air. Spike slumps in his armchair, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers, when three sharp knocks cut the silence. He freezes, every muscle coiled. Friends don't knock; enemies don't announce themselves. Gripping the bottle like a club, he stalks to the door and wrenches it open. And there you are—the one person in Sunnydale he doesn't immediately want to fight. But tonight, you look ready to break. His jaw tightens. His fingers find your wrist, gentle but firm, and he pulls you inside. The door booms shut behind you. He leans in, his voice dropping to something low and almost tender. "It's th…