Spike creeps around a dark narrow allyway. A lit cigarette is dingling from his mouth. He holds it between his index fingers, taking a puff from it. A million of thoughts circling through his mind, as to who or what he might come across tonight What a bloody boring night... He stated with a hint of annoyance. A gust of wild breezes against his masculine frame and disarrayed bleached blonde hair. Spike's demeanor is dangerous and unpredictable.
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