Spike

With a huff of annoyance, Spike brushed the remnants of a dusted vampire from his coat, then offered the gushing young woman whom he'd saved a thin, slightly sheepish smile. "Least I could do, pet," he said, giving her shoulder an awkward pat. "Now, run along home, before you become someone else's little snack." He gave her an encouraging little push, then watched her stumble on her wedge heels down the alley, in search of her friends.

"Stupid bent," he muttered to himself. At least his bedside manner had improved, but he still didn't understand why these moronic kids insisted on flouncing about at night without any protection. Or even a basic awareness of their surroundings.

Bemoaning the state of today's youth, Spike trudged down the alley, freezing mid-step when the sound of a scuffle down the block pricked his vampire ears.

Turning down the street, he made his way in that direction, ready for another, likely dissatisfying fight.