Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

I stretch cautiously, wincing as bones crack. Park benches
are not designed for long term teenage introspection,
especially at this time of year and especially not in the
dark. I must have been miles away. Didn’t even notice
the daylight fade. If I get killed now, Buffy’ll never let me
hear the end of it. As I gather up my stuff, there’s a snap
of a branch breaking across the park and I grasp my stake
harder and mutter about stupid suicidal Scoobies who
should know better than daydreaming in the park after
class.
Another branch breaks and a fox slinks out of the
undergrowth, intent on the evening’s hunt. He reminds
me of Spike. Nothing to worry about, just a natural
predator doing its thing. I walk backwards for a few
steps, watching, ‘til the tail disappears into another
clump of trees. All of a sudden I shiver, and wonder why
I’m the one who feels like they’re being watched.
Apologies to any German readers, but this is Spike
talking. I've tried talking to him about political
correctness, but he just keeps blowing smoke in my face...