Spike stood there, hanging around in The Bronze, watching teenagers roam around, dancing, groping, making out around the club. The live band played with him leaning against the metal banister.

The music was loud and almost deafing the hate filled Spike glaring at everyone angrily with his slicked back blonde hair, wishing he could be the one about to have a one night stand or hanging out with someone other than being alone with a chip in his head which didn't let him feed.