15 March 2004 - You wanna play, Slayer? Let's play...

Written by Tegan

Spike & Octavian

A few days ago...

Spike cornered Octavian in a corridor. The blond choked slightly and scrabbled at Spike's fingers around his throat.

"Want ya to do something for me, blondie."

"Wh-what?"

"Want ya to get a camera in Logan's room. Take some videos."

"Are you *insane*? Logan will kill me! Faith will kill me! They'll be finding scattered pieces of me for weeks! Months, even!"

"If Chamber and Frenchie haven't found out about you leaving a video camera in their room, Wolvie and Slutty the Second won't find out. The first two are mindsneaks."

"You...you KNOW?!"

"Yeah, I do, and if ya don't do this for me, I'll tell them."

"Dear god...alright, alright. I'll do it."

~*~*~*~

Spike took the videos from Octavian and nodded, smiling slightly. Octavian fled, glad to have gotten that out of the way. Hopefully, Logan would never find out. That man could *smell* it when you lied.

The vampire whistled cheerfully as he taped up the box he was sending the videos in and put a note on top.

Mate, I don't know what you did, but you really pissed her off.

Then he addressed it to Zac's address in Tulsa and sent it off, express post.

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