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Post by Faith Lehane on Mar 9, 2011 17:03:23 GMT
Faith rolled her eyes, truth be told she didn't want to be on Sunnydale. Everyone knew that she didn't like it there, even if she did act like she was having the time of her life most of the time, the other half she just ignored everyone and listened to music, couldn't even go to the Bronze without someone (usually Xander) trying to talk to her. The fact of the matter was that being the replacement wasn't bothering her that much, it meant that she had a place at least, which was something. The thing that got to her was how they were all so very two faced, the witch was the worst. All acting like they liked her to her face and then fretting over how she might get angry and kill them or how she's not like Buffy. Every time someone said 'I like you' or 'Good work' she was expecting to hear 'but I miss Buffy' or 'Buffy was better', she believed it so much now that she could almost hear it, see their lips moving to the words. She shook her head as she snapped out of it and then looked back at Spike, looking calm, pretty hot, obviously, but over all calm.
"Yeah, five by five, sure you're excuse for an accent can pronounce it? Five is a number, Spike. Comes right after four and just before six."
She was actually getting irritated with him now, she could sit somewhere else if she wanted to be mocked, no need for her to waste her time here. When she could be on her own in a motel eating mac and cheese. Could be worse, could be just mac.
"Yeah, you just get the stories where you can. Poor Spikey. Don't even think of 'turning them against me' because any more turning and they'll start facing me again."
The slayer dropped down from the grave now, she had actually thought that if anyone here would be half decent it'd be the vampire, she'd heard good things about him... well, bad things, but we all take things differently, but she was wrong, evidently he hated her as much as the rest did. Fair do's.
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Post by Spike on Mar 11, 2011 13:48:05 GMT
"Because a number is such a good catchphrase," Spike drawled, rolling his eyes at the Slayer. Catchphrases were idiotic anyway - they didn't mean anything. Didn't do anything. Just meant you were someone who was unable to think up their own good, original material didn't it? "In this language, maybe." Some demons didn't actually have numbers after all.
"Oh, and...what do you get? A load of them cursing you for being here, thinking of you as a replacement? Which you are, by the way. No one wants you here, they just need ya to make sure the world doesn't plunge into hell. Not my concern, you won't last long. You've already been wishing for death in your time as the Chosen One. And that's how you all fall." He should know. Exploiting the Slayer's desire for death was the way to kill them. Other demons didn't seem to get that.
"And really? Like I give a damn. But you hurt them, and I don't give a shit about this chip in my head. You'd be dead," he paused, tipping his head, "Well, maybe not Harris. Or the Witch. But lay a finger on Glinda, Demon Bint or the Bit? No way." Ok, so Buffy had only made him promise to look after Dawn, but he liked the other two. Glinda was...how could you not like her? And Demon Bint was like him - a neutured demon. Both struggling in this world. And he'd watch them. For Buffy.
It made the pain of her loss slightly easier.
He didn't know whether this Slayer would turn on them, but the stories said that she had done before, and Spike was evil...or had been, nowadays he just felt lost and broken or in pain, and he understood the call of just taking the easy path and revelling in the fight. She might be good now, but she always might not be come tomorrow. Slayer's were fickle creatures after all. And the defination of 'good' and 'bad' were blurring in his mind now. Which wasn't a good thing.
He sighed, turning away and stubbing out his fag. "Glad I got that out the way. Don't hate you though. You're like me. Not allowed in, are ya. Cos you were 'evil'."
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Post by Faith Lehane on Mar 11, 2011 17:43:08 GMT
Faith didn't comment as he lashed out at her with his words, she supposed that seeing he couldn't do it with his body this was the next best thing for the vampire, generally she didn't tend to pay much attention to people when they did this, because it tended to be some kind of lie about something or the other, or what their point of view was even though the slayer clearly couldn't care less about their point of view. She knew what she wanted and that's all she cared about if she was honest. But Spike was telling the truth, she knew it, they knew it and evidently he knew it as well. Technically all slayers were replacements, replacing the person before them, but she had completely taken over Buffy's lifestyle. If anything the slayer would rather be in prison, at least then she knew where she belonged, mostly keeping herself to herself and kicking anyone's ass who tried to touch her into step. She realised quickly that she had blanked him out and was just sitting there, she looked up at him and rolled her eyes theatrically.
"That all ya' got? Think I don't know I'm a replacement as much as you are. You're not Angel and you never will be. I don't want to be here either but seeing as I have a soul it looks like I gotta save the lives of these jackasses. I don't wanna kill Dawn, Anya or Tara. Dawn's just a kid, Anya is pretty fun and Tara is the only one who is half decent to me in this godforsaken crust of hellmouth."
The slayer looked around, wanting there to be something for her to slay so that she could leave, she hated just being here, nothing to do other than argue with Buffy's number one fan. She'd said it before and she'd say it again, she was jealous of Buffy's life, who wouldn't be? It was as damn near perfect as anyone ever got, as far as she could tell, but no, the blonde never saw it like that, always complaining about her family or ignoring her friends or whining about the burden of being a slayer. ungreatful cow Faith thought and then looked back at Spike.
"I'm not like you Spike, you've got friend in the little scoobie gang, redeemed yourself and showed that underneath all the leather you're a good boy, I'm the girl who might as well have murdered Buffy Summers in their eyes. You might not hate me now, give it time, I have that effect on people."
It wasn't as if the brunette didn't want to get along with people, it was just that seeing as everyone seemed to have an opinion on her anyway she didn't see much point in trying to change it, they could hate her and she could hate them, it would work out just fine. AS long as she was protecting their little town of Sunnydale they didn't care what happened to her.
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Post by Spike on Mar 12, 2011 13:21:49 GMT
Spike snorted with laughter. "Why the hell would I ever want to be like that bloody poofter? Never will be like him - he's a brooding git who can't get laid without going crazy. Yeah, real what I wanna be-ness." He rolled his eyes, still chuckling. He hated Angel. Hated the poofter for leaving him and Dru over a century ago and hated him more for coming back into the fold in Sunnydale, being crazy, and stealing Dru from him again. Which had made him side with the Slayer and then lose Dru for real.
Which was odd, because thinking back over it, Dru had been right. Daft bint always was right - he had fallen for the Slayer. Fallen hard and fast, as he always did, and the wound was so raw sometimes he had to look down at his chest just to make sure there wasn't an actual bleeding hole there. That was one thing he had wanted that Angel had - he'd had the Slayer's love. Spike had just been an evil dead thing.
"What is this big deal everyone makes out of havin' a soddin' soul? Doesn't make the Poof very happy, does it? And it doesn't mean anything. You had a soul when you went all loopy first time around. And the commando jerks who had me had souls as well, yet that didn't stop 'em, did it?" he shook his head, almost muttering to himself. It was just pointless. But amusing. Angel couldn't get laid - Hah!
A friend in the scoobie gang? He highly doubted that. They tolerated him because he looked after Dawn, and because he was probably the only one who understood some of Harris' more geeky reference. And Anya just liked to have a fellow who, like her, was adjusting to being human."Oh, like I'm going to hate you," he rolled his eyes, "You're not worth hating. Valuable time that. Now. I want to kill something."
He turned, scanning the darkness with his head tilted slightly to one side, before moving off a little. Killing things was good. Not human's, because he couldn't do that now, but the fight was a brilliant was of just...forgetting things.
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