Re: Babydoll/Spike
Spike decided to take Will up on his suggestion and buy a little plaything of his own. Not that Xander would like it. But Xander didn't have to know anything. In preparation, he'd bought a little piece of land in the woods, with a vintage airstream trailer on it. The interior was pink and as far as he was concerned looked like a Barbie doll mansion exploded in it, but a girl might like it.
He went down the viewing rooms, checking out what was on offer. He read the information and looked in the windows. Hell of a lot of cute twinks on offer. If he bent that way, but he didn't. The selection of women was somewhat interesting. Strolling past the cells, he noted a few older ones that looked like they had been well used. A couple that were far too young for his taste.
Then he saw the blonde. Delicate, pretty little thing. She looked lost. He looked at the information on the print out, his brow creasing with a frown.
"Eh, what's this mean? The first status is crossed out," though Virgin, Dangerous was really appealing to him. "And mute but stable?"
One of the attendants came over and looked in the window. "I'm sorry to say sir, this one is slightly damaged. She's not a virgin or dangerous anymore."
"I got that from the sign. How is it she got damaged?" Spike asked.
Which was exactly the question that they didn't want to answer. "Lobotomy," the attendant said stiffly.
"Lobotomy? Like were they take an ice pick and ram it into your brain through your eye socket?" The attendant nodded. "Never thought I was being merciful when I used a railroad spike till I heard about that." He looked inside the cell again. Babydoll, it said her name was. It sounded fitting. "I'd like to go in and see this one." The attendant looked at the vampire like he'd lost his mind, but opened the door for him anyway.
Spike went in and walked up to the pretty blonde girl sitting in the chair. He stooped to look in her eyes. Such big blue-green eyes. He gently lifted her chin. "Such a pretty little thing."