Who: Beth Holden & Spike What: Spike interrupts a training session When: Early Saturday morning, right about sun-up Where: The Pod, conference room Status: Closed, active
The dreams had woken her again. She was moving to Angel's couch that weekend, but she doubted that would do much but make her feel safer having someone else close by to reassure her. So for now, she was doing what came naturally.
Pummeling the crap out of something to make up for her lack of control over the dreams.
"Oh, you think you're gonna bite me?" she snarled, alternating punches and kicks to Punchbag Spike. "C'mon, Spike, you can do better than that. Bastard, let's get REALLY rough!" Her kicks increased in frequency until the poor beanbag dummy was bouncing off the walls. "Oh, did I hurt your little feelings, baby vamper?" She growled angrily, and punched the dummy in the face. "C'mon, you're the Big Badass! Railroad spikes and everything, bring it ON."
Beth picked up the dummy and hurled it out into the hallway, then sat down at one of the chairs and folded her arms as a pillow for her head. A few more hours, and the sun would be up for good, which meant she could go knock on Angel's door, or go out into the city and find another Slayer. Or something else to kill. Or maybe a trip to a shooting range and kill a few targets. Something. Anything.