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Mar 03, 2005 18:09

Ah, it'd been a grand few days, I thought cheerfully, sitting back in my chair with a smoke and a beer. There'd been a lot of sex, which was good, because frankly in the last few months with Dru it was like getting blood out of a stone trying to get her to sleep with me. Selfish bitch. It wasn't because she wasn't in the mood, either, otherwise ( Read more... )

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wickedslayer March 7 2005, 08:39:07 UTC

Couldn't sleep. But to be fair, I'd been asleep for nine months, all laid up in my hospital bed not able to move. Only thing I could do was dream, the same dream over and over again. B comin' at me with that big fucking knife in her hand, that stony look on her face. Wondered vaguelly if I couldn't sleep because I was afraid of the dream. Naw. I just wasn't tired, was never tired even though I really was. Tired all over from tryin' to figure out what the fuck I was doin' here. Why I'd stuck around. It couldn't all be cause Queen C wanted a piece right? I mean, she said that wasn't what she wanted. That she hadn't helped me to get something out of it ( ... )

sired1880spike March 7 2005, 10:15:48 UTC

I had moved silently, so I was surprised when the girl copped me. That meant she was either my kind, or she was...
"Slayer," I said. "You're the other slayer, aren't you?" I lit a cigarette and looked at her admiringly. "The one those Sunnydale scoobies hated. I've heard about you." I took a deep drag on my cigarette. Last I'd heard, the renegade slayer - Faith, was it? - had been in the service of some giant snake, but sadly he'd got crisped by Goldilocks. I wondered if she was still evil, although her presence at Angel's indicated, sadly, that she was trying to repent and all that bollocks.

wickedslayer March 7 2005, 18:51:17 UTC

My eyes narrowed more as he stepped into view and I knew exactly what he was. Vampire. Wicked obvious, just look at the clothes. Now why the hell was a vamp sneakin' around Team Angel's headquarters? Knew it couldn't be cause he was lookin' to offer up his services in helpin' little old ladies across the street. Did that matter to me? Did I care?

"Check me out, I'm famous." I said dryly as he stated what exactly I was. Slayer. Vamp better recognize and I couldn't help but let the corners of my lips curl up into a smug smirk at the thought of gettin' stake happy tonight. Been awhile since I staked a vamp and when you're the slayer you just kinda crave it.

"And you would be? Well...honestly, I don't really care." Too bad I didn't have my handy stake on me that I usually carried. No, a stake was a weapon and I didn't wanna freak out Angel and his pals by havin' one on me. Didn't matter though, cause the truth was? I was the weapon. Besides, I liked to improvise.

sired1880spike March 7 2005, 19:53:04 UTC

"Sorry pet, how rude of me." I flashed a smile at her. "The name's Spike. You might have heard of me. I feature in the Watcher Diaries as William the Bloody... But from what I heard about you, you're not heavy with the book learning," I smirked. "I'm actually popping by to see Angel. Been a while. So if you're looking for a fight, could we do it later?" I added casually.

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stoic_angel_ March 17 2005, 23:37:09 UTC

I jerked back, convusively dropping the box, scattering the... contents all over the floor.

Doyle... Before I knew what was happening, I launched myself at Spike, knocking him to the floor. I punched him, even as the bastard smirked triumphantly, cockily at me.

"You think you can just stride in here, and kill my friends?" I snarled, still not quite believing it. Doyle couldn't be dead... this wasn't happening. Only, what, two or three days ago, he had been in here, teasing me, making me reluctantly laugh, having a vision? This wasn't real...

But the eyes and photos on the floor told me otherwise.

"Who the hell is your new girl, anyway?" I asked conversationally, pushing my emotions away. Kick Spike's ass now, grieve later... "Because I'll be sure to tell her you said goodbye when I find her."

Glating hatefully at the vampire beneath me, I punched him again, taking any advantage I could. Blind rage... seemed ironic, and oddly justifiable right now.

sired1880spike March 18 2005, 09:45:24 UTC

It hurt... But that was fine. It was really fine, because I'd seen the look on Angel's face when he opened the box.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" I said conversationally, as Angel punched my face. I could feel blood running from my nose to my mouth, but I didn't hit back. I wanted to savour Angel's fury. I'd pissed him off a lot in our time together, but this was my most successful attempt.

I slid out from under him.

"My new bird's called Tara. You wouldn't believe who she used to go out with," I said, grinning. Then I wiped my nose on the back of my hand, winked at Faith, and jumped over the wall and was running down the street. I'm not afraid of Angel, but I'm not stupid. I can't take a slayer and Angel at once. Besides, for now, knowing he was grieving was better than knowing he was dead.