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bloodyanimalPrime real estate had been recently vacated, and Spike wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers.
Truth be told, he'd considered renting another apartment, but even months after losing his family, human comforts still seemed unappealing. The crypt he'd claimed as his own wasn't the worst place he'd ever laid his head, but the mausoleum a quarter mile west, in the more opulent and ostentatious section of the necropolis, was a thing of beauty. Over the last few months it had been the home of a creature Spike had not intention of tangling with again. The pretentious bastard was strong, Spike would give him that.
However, after three days of seeing hide nor hair of the blonde fop, Spike took it upon himself to investigate. The crypt was immaculately kept, clean and sparse. Spike was almost certain that the other vampire had other residence, where he kept all of his ridiculous clothes, but there were a few things nearly stored within the stone walls. A violin. A stack of leather-bound books. An elegant broach made of sapphire and silver. An empty jade box. A few gold coins. A velvet cape.
Bending over a heavy stone chest in the corner, he heard someone rustling outside. Turning to look over his shoulder, he watched the door, his body coiled and ready to pounce.
Truth be told, he'd considered renting another apartment, but even months after losing his family, human comforts still seemed unappealing. The crypt he'd claimed as his own wasn't the worst place he'd ever laid his head, but the mausoleum a quarter mile west, in the more opulent and ostentatious section of the necropolis, was a thing of beauty. Over the last few months it had been the home of a creature Spike had not intention of tangling with again. The pretentious bastard was strong, Spike would give him that.
However, after three days of seeing hide nor hair of the blonde fop, Spike took it upon himself to investigate. The crypt was immaculately kept, clean and sparse. Spike was almost certain that the other vampire had other residence, where he kept all of his ridiculous clothes, but there were a few things nearly stored within the stone walls. A violin. A stack of leather-bound books. An elegant broach made of sapphire and silver. An empty jade box. A few gold coins. A velvet cape.
Bending over a heavy stone chest in the corner, he heard someone rustling outside. Turning to look over his shoulder, he watched the door, his body coiled and ready to pounce.
