17- Death

                                    

                                          
The gang was over and talking down stairs, but I was upstairs. I didn't need to hear them going 'Oh I'm so sorry' and all that stuff. I didn't want them to feel sorry for me. I got up and darted down the stairs and out the door. I could hear Giles yelling after me but I made my way out the apartment block. 
                          
It was morning and people were out and about, but I knew someone who wouldn't be. I made my way across town and through the cemetery until I reached Spike's crib. This time, I knocked. 
                          
He called come in and I slithered in and quickly shut the door.
                          
'Oh it's you' he said without looking in my direction
                          
'Yeah' I said unsure how to reply
                          
'What's up?' He asked 
                          
'Everyone's just being so sad and like annoying' I replied sitting down next to him in front of the Tv
                          
'Well yeah, I could of told you that about the gang' 
                          
'No it's because I'm dying and they are being all sad and-'
                          
'Wait a minute, you said you might be dying' he cut in
                          
'No, you didn't hear? It's official' I smiled
                          
'Oh' he whispered 
                          
'The Aberforth demon put a curse on me, so my spell backfired and I swallowed poisonous gas' 
                          
'Oh. This is the only time I'm ever going to say it but I'm sorry' 
                          
'It's okay' I replied 
                          
'You said, it will chase you though yeah?' He questioned
                          
'Yeah in the vision' I answered
                          
'I'll be there though, don't worry'
                          
I smiled 'Hey why haven't you eaten me?' I laughed 
                          
'I so could if I wanted to' he growled 
                          
'Why don't you?' 
                          
'Because I kind of feel a little bit bad, you dying and all' 
                          
'Don't you need a soul to feel bad?' I joked
                          
'Oi! I could bite you right now' he yelled
                          
'Hey, wouldn't that stop me from dying!?' I exclaimed 
                          
'Oh no, no, no! Don't ask me to do that!' He panicked
                          
'Why?' I questioned
                          
'I'm not killing you and if you're sick and I sire you, well sometimes it goes bad okay' he explained 
                          
'It's okay' I faked smiled 'Giles would kill me again anyway aha' I forced a laugh.
                          
He gave me a pity smile.