Spike had slept in worse places in his time. He'd been lucky to find an old house that had a bed with a decent mattress. He had hauled the old thing downstairs to the basement. Lest he wake one morning a little crispy round the edges. He hadn't thought he'd ever be disturbed in the old abandoned place. Until he woke up to the sound of some git tearing it apart with a hammer.
"Bloody Hell!" he hated being woken up early. A loose puff of dust drifted down on him. Wiping the dust from his eyes, he growled and pounded up the stairs. He was careful to check there was no sunlight coming in below the door before opening it. He stormed out to the living room, careful to avoid the lingering rays of sunset. "What the fuck are you doing tearing apart my house!" he yelled when he found said git.