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Post by Spike on Mar 5, 2011 19:33:23 GMT
Dust rained down in front of him again, coating the front of his black doc martins. It seeped in between each of the laces, covering them with a thin layer. Spike's lip curled, and he shook it off with a disgusted look, returning the stake he'd just rammed into the vamp's heart back to his duster pocket. Why was he doing this again? Why was he still spending his time dispatching this single soddin' town off all the little fledglings that rose each night? He was no white hat, he wasn't a hero. He shouldn't be here.
Yet he was. Cursed by the chip and struck down by the loss of... Well, he was still here. Stuck in good ol' sunnyhell, and not yet strong enough to leave. He snorted, reaching into his other pocket and digging out a fag, shoving it between his pursed lips before lighting up. Strong enough to leave. It wasn't a question of being strong enough. He was a ma...vampire of his word, wasn't he? Staying here wasn't something he could not do, not after promising to look after the Little Bit.
No matter how much it hurt.
He blew out a plume of smoke, before snorting again and turning in a great sweeping motion of his duster. Getting in a few moments of kicking some vampire's to hell and back was worthwhile. Violence was still something he lived for. Couldn't do it much around the little kiddies, course. That was right. And judging by their timing, they'd turn up sooner or later. He might as well get his violent fun in now, while he could. And so it was only natural for him to turn his head again in the dark, looking for another source of comotion. Another fight.
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Post by Faith Lehane on Mar 6, 2011 17:11:23 GMT
For once Faith Lehane had walked into the Graveyard not looking for a fight. Usually she did, it was her intention to walk in and dust a few vamps, release some tension. But tonight she just wanted to go to bed and sleep for around a week, maybe take a bubble bath in between with some chocolate. She'd heard that type of thing was nice, she'd take other people's word for it. Of course, if she didn't want trouble it would come running to her full force with it's ugly teeth and claw's at the ready. Such as life.
She spun around, kicking a vampire that tried to sneak up on her and be another slayer killer, it was ridiculous who many vampires thought they could take her. She'd never let one take her. Picking it up she idly tossed the vamp behind her and into a grave, walking up to the dazed vamp and staking him, stepping back from the dust and putting away the sharp piece of wood, almost bored by the entire thing. Maybe it wasn't that she didn't want a fight, she just wanted a good fight and possibly something else that was good.
She looked around quickly to see if there was any other vampires to kill. She spotted one, Spike. She had to stop herself rolling her eyes, she was relatively sure that although they hadn't spoke he was with the brat on Team I-Hate-Faith, not that she'd let herself care. They could make badges for all she gave a damn, just as long as it was a picture of her good side.
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Post by Spike on Mar 6, 2011 18:24:19 GMT
He was aware of her before he saw her - being a vampire did have some advantages. Actually, it had a hell of a lot of advantages, just right now he was trying to see them. He was relying on humans, for Christ's sake, and despite helping them, being a vampire immediently meant he was to not be trusted, to be hated and loathed. Yet not feared, soddin' chip saw to that. Or loved, which just sent a pang through him and made his unbeating heart twist painfully inside his chest.
But his senses were still working fine, even if he couldn't fight those that breathed anymore, and he wasn't exactly suprised to feel the prickle that crept over his skin at the prescence of a slayer. In the past, it had been a welcome feeling, one that made him want to bounce and fight and win, and then sip at the sweet, sweet nectar, draining them with one bite...Ow! He winced, just slightly - the thoughts of violence making the soddin' chip send a warning pang through his head. He hated that warning even more than when he actually did something to hurt someone else.
He turned his head, hair stark white against the dark-ish sky, looking in the Slayer's direction...no, in her direction. Couldn't be the Slayer. Only Slayer in his mind now was golden, not dark like this one. His Slayer. Couldn't think of this...replacement as her. Couldn't loathe her either though. Well, loathe her more than a vampire should loathe a Slayer.
He curled his lips up into a smirk, one eyebrow rising as if suprised to see the chit there. "Now what'd you be doing out, pet? Not got a little team backing you up this time?"
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Post by Faith Lehane on Mar 6, 2011 18:55:23 GMT
Faith rolled her eyes and put on a kill smirk, it's what she always did to repel people. Killer smile, glint in your eye and people tended to back away and leave the crazy one alone. She raised an eyebrow afterwards, almost genuinely surprised that he would think she'd have the scoobie gang with her, Buffy's friends. She avoided going anywhere with them if she could, couldn't stand to have them act as if they wished she wasn't there. She hated them all. Somewhere she knew it wasn't true, that she'd do her best to save them even if it was just for Buffy's sake, but on the surface she doesn't care. They know it. She knows it. It makes things easier.
"Right yeah, because me and B's friends are tight."
She nodded after the sarcastic comment and took her stake back out, she wasn't sure if he was going to try and start something. She'd heard about his big love for the previous slayer, blondie was the golden girl for the others but he really did seem to have an obsession. It was almost creepy. Shame too, guys pretty hot once you get over the whole I'm-a-vampire thing.
Looking around again she checked to see if there were any vampires waiting around, being around Spike was making her feel even more like a replacement and now she was getting angry, she wasn't sure if it was at them or at herself.
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Post by Spike on Mar 6, 2011 19:21:23 GMT
Spike snorted, before placing his fag back in his mouth and drawing on it. It could never be said that he didn't have an oral fixation. Of course, most vampire's did, what with the whole grr, bitey thing, but Spike did more than other's. It could have something to do with the fact that he didn't actually much like his 'game face'. He preffered the human one - he knew it was pretty, and it was so good at getting reactions of surprise from the happy meals. Sometimes he wished he was older, so he'd be able to just drop the fangs and ignore the bumps, but yeah right. As things were going, he doubted he'd last that long.
"They ain't tight with you either? Hey, join the club."
He wasn't a Scoobie, just...accepted. Accepted for saving Dawn, for looking after his lil' bit, not for...for loving Buffy. Because he had. Spike was love's bitch, as he'd said years ago, and he fell good and proper, and Buffy...Buffy had been sunshine. Yet everyone thought it was creepy and horrid and they didn't see how much it hurt him that she was gone before he'd gotten a chance to prove himself. Sod being a vampire. It never ended with love. Everyone left a monster, after all. Even his dark princess.
He smirked as she drew the stake, the eyebrow rising a little higher, smooth planes of his human face almost glowing eerily white in the dark. "Gonne use that, pet? Stake he good and proper? Now there's no fun, you're meant to join the back of the queue, not jump to the front."
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Post by Faith Lehane on Mar 6, 2011 19:45:00 GMT
"Yeah well, never ws much one for queue's, rather get in there and do what I want. Want, Take, Have. Heard of it?"
Feeling relatively bored Faith jumped up and sat on the gravestone next to her, still looking around for anything that might require, well, to put simply, killing. She wasn't as violent as everyone said she was, she was perfectly able to hold a conversation, it was just that a lot of people tended to be boring or annoying, especially in Sunnydale. Although she didn't see Spike as that type of person, occasionally annoying sure, but boring? From what she'd heard he wasn't boring, got on the nerves of the scooby gang a hell of a lot, Xander seemed to back up this theory more than the others.
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Post by Spike on Mar 6, 2011 19:54:59 GMT
"Vampire, luv," Spike said with a smirk, "Live by it."
Or...he'd lived by it anyway. Before his unlife had gone to hell, before those stupid soldier's had got their hands on him and sliced his head open to stick a technological leash on him. Actually, since before that - since his princess had got up and left and this whole thing had begun. If she hadn't gone, he wouldn't have considered her words, and come back to Sunnydale to eradicate the Slayer. Then wouldn't have been caught, and trussed up and cut open and....hurt, and wouldn't have had to go to the slimey kiddies to save his own arse. And wouldn't have fallen for the Slayer - wouldn't have had her infecting his every waking and sleeping moment. Damn it all...he could blame it all on Dru.
Except he couldn't, because she was crazy and pyschic and his sire and he just couldn't do that. So he blamed it on the poufter instead, and he...well, always did, to be frank.
"That ain't the attitude of a white hat though, innit? Gonna thread seeds of evil through their little squashable minds?"
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Post by Faith Lehane on Mar 6, 2011 20:34:06 GMT
"Really? I must have been looking at a different vamp 'cause it seems like the one I know's been to the vets to get neutered."
Faith smirked a little, remembering this she put her stake back in her belt purposefully, smirking. Though she'd never mention it she almost felt bad for the vampire, it must suck to not be able to do what you were made for, what you were born to do, which was fighting with humans. Besides, what if an evil human attacked him? What was he supposed to do then? There was also the fact that if she was gonna fight someone without killing then Spike seemed like the best bet for some tension relief and she couldn't very well fight him with that chip in his head.
"Nah, not evil, just knowin' how to have fun that's all. I don't see the problem with it, gotta say, whatever the rest of the gang think fun is is some weird geek ritual."
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Post by Spike on Mar 6, 2011 20:52:45 GMT
Spike narrowed his eyes. Despite thinking about the chip, he hated being reminded of it. It was...just bad. It cut his life down, it really did. He couldn't hunt, couldn't feed, had to buy bagged blood and couldn't even steal the money to get the blood. What the Watcher paid wasn't enough, so he had to hustle the rest of frat boys, over pool, or simply eat kitten, and since...she'd died, he couldn't do that. Poker with kittens...it just reminded him of her now. Which wasn't right. But it all meant he didn't get to feed properly...but who was he to complain. Wouldn't give these kids the bloody satisfication. He was no bloody damsel in distress.
"Still evil," he said with a smirk, refusing to let anymore sign of how the reminded of the abomination in his head has struck at him, "Can turn them all against one another easy as pie. Already have done before. Now that was rather fun." Except, it had proved not to be so fun after the whole oh-bugger-adam-was-lying revelation. But no worries, it had been alright to do.
"I'll say that about..." he paused, running over the list of names in his head, "The witch, perhaps. Maybe Harris." He wouldn't say anything bad about Dawn, or about Tara. No, they were his girls, the ones he looked out for. Well, Dawn mainly...but he did quite like Glinda. She was nice to him.
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Post by Faith Lehane on Mar 6, 2011 21:03:41 GMT
[[OMJ Wicked reference, I love you. It's official.]]
Faith shrugged, as far as she was concerned their childhood was pretty mediocre, she'd seen much worse places to grow up, despite the ongoing threat of being killed Sunnydale always had someone who gave a damn about you for the scoobies, same couldn't be said for her but she could take care of herself, had been doing so all her life so she didn't see why anyone would need as much babying as they got. Sure, she'd heard them complaining about their parents, even heard Buffy complain about Joyce once or twice. Joyce. She had always liked her, she'd been nice to Faith, or course Faith had gone and lied to her, pretending to be her daughter and all probably put a downer on their relationship...
"Still seems pretty boring to me, for people who kill vampires and demons every night they can get as dull as a kitchen knife."
She probably shouldn't have mentioned knives, seeing as that's how most of them identified her, crazy girl with knives.
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Post by Spike on Mar 6, 2011 21:15:29 GMT
{{Thank you xP}}
"You're all boring!" he said irritably, "All of you humans. Running around and worrying about the little bittle things. And you. Slayer's. With all your new rules, and regulations. Now you..." Spike moved forward, subbing out his cigarrette. Not too close, didn't want to accidently knock her or something, but close enough. "You, you got it. This power, you used it, went against the rules, had fun. And now you're back being 'good'. Which bloody sucks."
Did he mean all that? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about much anymore, wasn't sure whether he was evil, whether he wasn't good...he wanted to look after Dawn, that was all. That was the only he reason he was still here, helping them fight, despite the pain in his heart whenever he saw that bloody robot. But humans were boring. He and Dru...they'd had fun. A hundred years of having fun, being bad, doing what he wanted...and now look at him. Some of them probably already pictured with with a collar and leash.
"Although..." he said thoughtfully, "Harris can be alright. Enjoy making him stutter and crack so called jokes. He's quite fun in that respect."
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Post by Faith Lehane on Mar 6, 2011 21:54:30 GMT
Faith frowned at the vampire as he came closer, she was pretty sure that he wasn't going to try anything with that chip in his head but she couldn't be certain, although she was also relatively sure that she could take him if he tried anything anyway, so she didn't react, instead she shrugged.
"Some of us have souls. I don't much like feeling all that annoying guilt so I'll be on the side of good from now on. If you've got a problem then write a letter and I'll be sure to try real hard to give a crap."
The slayer was tired of being asked why she went good, there wasn't any particular reason that she could explain simply, it was a mixture of many different things and every one of the scoobies had asked her why she was doing this, why she was helping, how could they be sure she wouldn't leave them to die. Sometimes is sounded like a good idea as well. Serves them right.
"Xander's real boring and pretty lame in the sack so I don't reckon I'll be making the best friend charms with him anytime soon."
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Post by Spike on Mar 7, 2011 16:58:20 GMT
Spike snorted...again. Well between that and smirking and using her bloody sharp tongue to cut others down, he couldn't actually do much else. It was irritating as hell, but not as irritating as that suggestion.
"A soul? What the bleedin' hell would I want with a soul? You've met Mr Big, Fat, Caveman-Head, ain't ya?" Souls were worthless. Spike was a demon, despite being...actually, incredibly human in his emotions, but that didn't actually mean anything. He didn't want a bleeding light burning him from the inside. Might make him like the poufter.
"'Sides, souls ain't all good. Bastards who had me and shove this thing in my head all had souls, didn' they? Like Peaches. Though...they could quite probably get laid." Whereas, apparently, Peaches couldn't...oh, he was going to have to remember that. Such brilliant teasing opportunities it could open.
Harris? And thinking about him in the sack? Blimey, that was a train of thought the vampire would never have imagined himself taking. He shuddered slightly. No, not good. Although... "According to you. You shagged him? And here was me thinking you had standards. But..." he trailed off, tilting his head thoughtfully before continuing. "Ccording to demon bint, he's a viking in that area. And she's not yet figured out how to do the 'lying' or the 'subtle'."
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Post by Faith Lehane on Mar 7, 2011 21:51:45 GMT
Faith frowned a little, she liked Angel, maybe that was due to the whole saving-her-soul thing, it could be because the guy was pretty hot and had good cable TV, who knew, but she liked him. She knew that Spike and Angel had history though when he didn't have his soul so maybe that was why, she couldn't say. She'd been psyched enough but wasn't sure on it herself, hated it anyway.
"Angel's five by five, far as I an tell you're the one with issues, baby."
The slayer shrugged and smiled innocently, rolling her shoulders and bringing one foot up onto the grave, wrapping her arms around it and looking at him. It had been a while since she had slept with Xander, she supposed he had been a virgin after all so it was understandable... but he was still pretty rubbish.
"Looks like the 'demon bint' had pretty low levels of sex with a guy. Some of us are better than others, don't make her feel bad yeah?"
She smirked.
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Post by Spike on Mar 8, 2011 19:29:11 GMT
Spike arched an eyebrow - utterly cool, utterly collected, sexy and Spike. He could act like that just fine. He was already dead to these people after all, and they didn't give a damn about how he felt, and he didn't give a damn about making his feeling's known to them. Well, Dawny cared. But his Lil' Bit had enough on her mind...and now his mind had wandered
completely off track. He held the look though, because he was good at it.
"Five by Five?" he mocked, making sure his common english accent danced around his words, "What the bloody hell is that meant to mean? Is that another of you dippy little American saying's?" Five by Five. Huh. Sounded like a sexy game, in his head. But to be fair, not a lot didn't.
Make the demon bint feel bad? "Demon here, can still do that, ta muchly," he said with a sneer, but then paused. "But why the bleedin' hell would I want to do that? Get involved with their sex talks? Much as I love making Harris squirm...actually, no. It is rather entertaining. Ignore that." Taunting the demon bint, using the Slayer's words...oh, he had to. Might make Anya irritating, Harris irritated, and this Slayer more hated than she already was.
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