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.