Summary: Just a little diddy of a ficlet I wrote to make everyone's day. Dislcaimer: I don't own Spike, Dawn, Handy Snacks, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer... Everything else in this ficlet IS mine. Thanks: To Tynesha, for copy/pasting phone messages all night on MSN. "Hello, you've reached the evil, blood-sucking fiend and his handy snacks... The Fiend is currently out shagging his slayer, and the handy snacks are chained to the wall, so they can't come to the phone right now. Please leave your name, number, and scream after the tone. Dawn rolled her eyes at Spike's need to reassure himself of his evilness, and hung up, deciding that movie night would probably be better with Tara and Willow tonight.
The girl dialed her best friend's cell number, and frowned when she got his voice mail.
Monday, January 1, 2007
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