Heading to Spike's

[watchknight]

I walked out past the demon corpses with Erin. It gave me a chance to review our deadly handiwork. We were rather thorough...nothing moved but us now. She still had my sword, but I didn't bring it up. I let her hang onto it...letting her become acquainted with it. After I was gone, it would be her duty to look after it

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[lonestarxslayer]

As we walked to an unknown neighborhood, as in where the hell where we, I look up at him. Gret. Broody face again. To lighten his mood, well, trying too, as I tried to match his strid, I began.

"Yanno...I was watchin' on that news thing-y yesterday," I began. "And I hear that Elvis Presley might be alive? So I figure, he's a demon. Good music, but hello!" I say, looking streight a head, my eyes widening to ephase my point. "You cannot almost die on the pot, then come back nearly thirty years later! It's unsensible!"

Then I thought of something else, I was tired, I get like this when I'm tired.

"What if a vampire sired him on the pot?" I think outloud. Then made a face while making even more disguisted on as I looked at myself..all covered in demon uglyness. "eww!"

[watchknight]

Turning to Erin as she began to speak, I wondered why she was my friend. Was it just because I was her Watcher and she had no one else to turn to? Would she leave like everyone else in my lifes as soon as she found somewhere or someone better?

"Who is Elvis Presley? If he was a substance abuser, it is entirely possible he was turned while on it."

She cerainly talked about the oddest things. I suppose that gave me license to.

"Erin...have you ever been in love? Had a romance? Been kissed or intimate?"

[lonestarxslayer]

Kay..I ignored his previous question, and only focused on the intimate one. Memories of my dad...were not good ones, and mama wasn't good either. I hung my head down, now hugging myself as if protecting me from them, when there thousand miles away, they were still there everytime I close my eyes. My dad, though, was there. Bastard, pervert, sure, step-dad. My real dad is in Paris somewhere, being drunk.

I shiver in the memory of his hands..beatings..I shake my head, and finally look up at him. If I spoke, I'd then I'd choak up or something.

I spoke anyway, and swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Some..yeah, 'bout you?"

[watchknight]

She seemed...distant, cold, all of a sudden. She suddenly reminded me of another young woman I had taken under my wing centuries ago. If so...poor Erin. Why hadn't I seen it earlier? Had I been so wrapped up in my own problems? Stopping, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her gently

[watchknight]

Frowning at Erin, I waited for Spike to answer the door. I knew he was there...I could sense him just inside. Had we come at an inopportune time? Erin began humming, and I looked down at her again

[lonestarxslayer]

So that was William the Bloody? The guy, my old watcher Jaques, was so damn afraid of? Told me stories about all the shit he did, and to find out he's just a bum, that sits on the couch all day, watchin' cartoons, and a pervert at that

[watchknight]

Erin, didn't look very happy...in fact, she looked downright miserable. This was beginning to remind me too much of my time with Abby...brief encounter with Spike and everything. She lifted up her shirt somewhat, and I winced.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt this much? I was expecting bruises..."

Looking at my pitiful little disinfectant soaked washcloth, I had to scoff.

"When Abby came back to anctuary with me, she had been scratched bad by some two-headed reptile demons. All I had to do was kiss her to make her wounds go away..." I said to myself in a slightly faraway voice.

Focusing back on Erin, I slowly pressed the washcloth against her wounds, letting the disinfectant soak in.

"That is good...though what are we going to do for a change of clothes? I suppose I could see if Spike could scrounge us something..."

[lonestarxslayer]

I scrunch up my nose as he talks more about that Abby girl, hm..he seemed crushed. Might have to have a little 'chat' with Abby soon, bah, not right now.

"I've had worse..concusions, feinting, the whole ordeal." I shrug passively, pain was pain. Emotionaly stuff is what scars you, the physical? It'll go away in about two days, that with my slayer-healing-stregnth, and all.

I'd so kick batmans ass.

I wince some, at the disinfectant. It stung, kay? Those pieces of shit always stung, but as I get used to it, I let down a little.

"Eh...I don't think Ex-William-The-Scary, now Spike-the-bum, knows a lot about girls wear." I say, smirking.

"What?"