All the better to eat you with [OPEN!]

[gotmadskills]

WHO Conrad Ac Faith in Conrad's body
WHAT You know how Conrad doesn't eat people? Yeah, Faith doesn't have a problem with it and she's hungry
WHERE All around the city
WHEN Sunday night
NOTES/WARNINGS Likely violence, potential taking Conrad's body out for a spin in other ways, will update! Also, this is an open log, whoops for not mentioning that

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[idolstolemylook]

If anyone had asked, Spike would have vehemently denied that he was worried about the little arsehole. Conrad would have to take care of himself, cute little bat-thing or no, hero-worship (of a sort) or no.

But he was out here anyway, striding about trying to pick up the scent because there was something just wrong and Spike was curious. That was all.

He found him, finally, watching the crowd with a downright predatory gleam in his eyes. Well. Maybe he was just finally acting normal. Spike stopped, watching.

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Conrad broke off from the shadows, singling out a guy who looked good to go...apparently she was gay? Or the thinking-she-was-a-girl thing ran all the way through, that made a little more sense. Or maybe she was a little bi-curious, she wouldn't kick some of these girls out of bed for eating crackers.

She followed for a little bit, on the hunt, until she slowed, stopped and turned with narrowed eyes. "...what?"

Some guy was watching her, one she got a crazy familiar vibe from

[idolstolemylook]

Spike rolled his eyes.

"Don't let me stop you," he said, waving his hand. "Trust me, first time I've seen you act like a proper vampire. Don't want to interrupt."

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Her nose wrinkled up as she lost a little of that swagger, once he wasn't down for a fight. Something inside had her itching for one. "What do I usually do for food then? Blood in a bag? Where the hell does that even come from?"

She tossed her head, a gesture that would've played better if she had more hair. "Tastes like shit, screw that."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike was all for a throw-down, but the last time he'd gotten in a fight with Conrad (over a sofa) it had been far too easy.

"I have no idea," he said. "You're the one all 'blah blah monster rights' an' whatnot, trying to make nice with everyone. I think you're anorexic."

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Conrad took a look down her shirt with a grudging shrug. "Could be. Whatever I was like before doesn't matter a whole lot right now, though."

She dropped the fabric, spreading her hands wide and doing a little turn. "It's a whole new start. A great night to be dead, right? Whatever I was like, I don't gotta worry about it anymore. Time to live in the now."

[idolstolemylook]

Wow, Spike thought. Get rid of Conrad's memory and he gets a whole personality transplant. Who knew?

"Uh, yeah," he said, because he agreed but was a little surprised Conrad did. "Thought you'd see reason, eventually." He nodded to the crowd. "Gonna show me what you got?"

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Conrad's grin went wide and she gestured with her chin to the guy she had singled out. "Looks like he's good to go, right? Might as well have enjoy and thank you tattooed on his pecs."

She flicked the tip of one pointy fang with the tip of her tongue, backing up in a guy-wardly direction but still looking back at Spike. "You down for the rock'em sock'em?"

[idolstolemylook]

"Sure," Spike said, nodding towards the man. "Your call though, tiger. I'll toddle on behind."

Conrad hadn't lost his memory. Or gone insane. Conrad had become a completely different person.

That was kind of funny. And he was kind of... gay. Or something. Or maybe that was bloodlust Spike saw.

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"We can hook up another one if you wanna, might not be enough to go around...feel like I've never had a bite. But you figure I had to have, right? If I'm still around?" She was kind of wandering around to one side of the guy, herding and moving him out from the crowd on pure instinct.

He was a vampire too, right? Maybe he knew about vampire stuff she forgot in the whatever it was that happened.

[idolstolemylook]

"Dunno about that," Spike said, but he didn't really want to go into how bloody fastidious Conrad was. He might decide to take up being emo again, and what fun would that be? "Any rate, have at him, I can take care of m'self."

He hung back, watching, intrigued by this turn of events. Better than the crap telly they had here.

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Conrad shrugged, cruising on up to the guy once he was a ways out of the crowd. Probably on his way to shake the lizard. She leaned in and muttered something close, grinning, and the guy glanced around before he headed off, hands deep in his pockets and Conrad on his heels. If Spike wanted to catch up or come along that was up to him.

Once they were far enough down a nearby alley that it'd be hard to hear the shouting Conrad spun him around and grabbed a kiss before she dug in, biting deep into his neck. She wasn't the type to hold back, and that burst of hot and red was just what the doctor ordered.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike wasn't far behind, but he was strictly spectating. Because the show was even better than he'd imagined. He felt a spike of envy at the display of violence, the sight of Conrad's throat working as he drank the man down. And the kiss. Well, he'd always suspected Sparky was a bit light, but this was certainly new information.

"Yeah. Don't think I've anything to teach you," he said, leaning against a filthy wall.

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Conrad pulled the guy away from the wall by his hair, pushing the back of her free hand across her mouth as she raised her chin in greeting. He was limp but still breathing, there wasn't a whole lot of fight left in him.

"You want some?" She offered. Only seemed polite. Feeling that rush like it was the first time she ever ate anything was pretty powerful, though, a girl...or a guy...could get used to that.

[idolstolemylook]

Now that was more like it. Spike wasn't going to say no to warm blood, still pumping feebly. With a grin, he slipped in next to them, fit his mouth over the marks already made and took several grateful swallows. Fuck, he missed this.

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Conrad leaned on the wall, watching him work the guy's neck with a grin and pretty proud of her ability to pick out something tasty. "That's the good stuff, huh?"