Chapter 7
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Spike warily looked around, he had been told by Buffy and that weird chap, that this stage was haunted by a voice, and he wanted to come and check it out. Seeing a chair, Spike went to sit down. And why not, it was there.
“Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars,” a ghastly, rasping voice whispered.
“Who the bloody burgers is there,” Spike yelled, jumping off the stool, then sitting down, yelping in pain?
“Oh you found my thumb tack!”
“Don’t thank me. THANK MY BUTT,” Spike yelled, red in the face, as he pulled the tack out of his dairy air.
“Oh, why thank you Spike’s butt!!”
(A/N this is where I took over.)
“Oh, a sarcastic guy, are you?”
“Why yes! Spike............he’s in love with.......Xander!”
Spike stood up, knocking his chair over, “WHAT!?! Gross,” Spike’s eyes went wide when he saw Xander come running onto the stage.
“You do,” Xander asked?
“NO!” Spike bent down, picking his stool up, heaving it at Xander.
“MAN DOWN,” the voice yelled. “MEDIC!”
Two men in white suits came running onto the stage carrying a stretcher. Going to Xander, they picked up the stool, placing it on the stretcher. Then they ran off the stage.
Spike rolled his eyes.
“I meant....oh, never mind,” the voice yelled, “now you know Spike.....the vampire who likes to throw things.”
Spike growled, “they do not,” he yelled, running of the stage, leaving a knocked out Xander.
“UM HELLO,” the voice yelled, “WAKE UP! WILL SOMEONE PLEASE CLEAN MY STAGE?” The voice seemed to be talking about Xander.
Sighing, Spike came back onto the stage, grabbing and dragging Xander out with him.
“THANK YOU!”