*yawns*
Nothing really happened today. Yay. Had to wait for the Foxtel guy, so I couldn't go out anyway. I hate how tradies and people like that (usually just referred to as "the guy" in my house) never give you an exact time as to when they'll come by and do their job, instead leaving you a six hour window which keeps you at home, instead of out doing something interesting. I'll bet they do that on purpose.
God, my holiday is being wasted watching chick flicks. Today I watched 27 Dresses. The other day it was P.S. I Love You, now this. I swear, if Steel Magnolias comes on I'll kill myself.
Anyway, enough about that.
I have my dental appointment tomorrow afternoon, hurrah. Not looking forward to it. Especially not looking forward to paying for it, even though the health care fund pays for some of it. You know, they charge something like $120 for each filling?! How is that OK?!!!
I think I'll go for a swim tomorrow too and who knows? If the weather's nice, I might walk down. Or I might catch the bus and save myself some time. Although it's not like I have anywhere to be until 4:30. It's either that, or go to the movies, but I'm going with my mum to see Milk on Saturday (can't wait!).
Seeing mi padre and co. on the weekend. Spending the night with that barmy (nearly typed "balmy") lot. Nah, they're a good bunch, mostly. It'll be good to see everyone again.
Anywho, wrote a ficlet this evening while watching True Blood. I think I've developed a love for that show...Even though I've only seen the first three episodes, lol. My life is being taken over by fanfiction and TV shows. I'd complain, but it's not as if I have anything to replace them with, lol, tragic.
So here it is; it's Spike centric, really, but featuring Angelus (pre Angel days, you know). It's short, a little snarky and it makes me not hate Angel, so there's your bonus :)
The blonde vampire lay face down on the cold stone floor, his cheeks were flushed and blood poured easily from his open mouth. His face was sallow and the purple veins pulsed beneath his paper thin skin.
His blue eyes opened as a shadow passed over him. Kneeling, Angelus spoke, his Irish lilt trickled into the blonde’s head, “You can’t feed on renters and drunks, William. Their blood can be tainted. We’re in enough danger as it is without this type of hindrance”
“Spike”, the prone vampire insisted weakly.
“Spike, then. All the same, that filth can make you sickly”
Angelus scooped Spike into his arms and held him close to his chest. “Aww”, the platinum vamp groaned, “but he was such a looker”.
The brunette’s gaze followed Spike’s broad and wobbly gesticulation to a corner of the darkened room where his eyes fell on a broad-shouldered young man sprawled on the flagstones. He was muscular, well defined, naked and very dead. Judging by the pile of tattered clothing beside him, he was a renter at best.
“Did you have fun then, lad?” Angelus smirked. “Mm”, Spike’s eyes rolled back into his head, “helped that he looked like you”.
Angelus rolled his eyes in mock disgust, dumped Spike onto the ground and retired to his chambers.
“Poof”, Spike muttered before promptly passing out.