"It just isn't bloody fair," you heard the whiny British accent coming from your kitchen.

You knew of two British men whom lived in Sunnydale and it certainly wasn't the kindly librarian who was in your kitchen. Pulling a stake from your boot, you slowly approached the kitchen. Spike still had a chip in his brain that meant he couldn't hurt a fly, but you weren't risking the fact that he could have found a loophole. As well as that he was a vampire, how the hell did he get into your house?

"I used to be so scary, no one would even want to be in the same town as me as they knew what I could do. With this bloody chip, even that bloody redheaded witch laughs at me. I went from apex predator to a kitten in seconds," he whined.

"Maybe that isn't a bad thing," you heard your mother's voice.

Speeding up, you turned into the kitchen to see your mother, Joyce sat with Spike. Both of them held mugs of hot chocolate, a bowl of marshmallows sat in between them to refill their mugs with the sugary goodness.

"Mum?" You exclaimed.

It seemed like a civil conversation between them, they were chatting like old friends. He clearly couldn't hurt her, so you put the stake back into your boot. What the hell was your mum doing talking to a vampire who had tried to kill you more than once.

"Oh, Y/N," she smiled. "How are you dear?"

You ignored her question. "Why the hell are you talking to Spike as though he's in a book club?"

"You go to a book club?" Spike asked your mother.

"Yes, every Thursday evening, you should come. Marjory makes the best finger sandwiches," your mother gleamed.

"Mum!" You exclaimed.

The pair looked at you with expression of annoyance as though you had ruined their perfectly civil conversation.

"Y/N," she retorted.

"Why the hell did you let a vampire into our house?" You demanded.

Your mum gave him a pitiful smile. "He looked so helpless. He was almost in tears; how could I not invite him in for a hot drink and to talk through his problems?"

"I don't know, maybe think he's a vampire and he should stay outside or something along those lines," you frowned.

"Don't be so cold," Spike smirked. "It's not like I can hurt either of you, and anyway, I quite like your mother."

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Written by Charlotte.