An Unlikely Friend {{Spike/Buffy}}

[Annabeth Halie Smith]

It was relatively late at night, the sun had long since set. It was a nice night, not to cold not to hot, the moon high in the sky. A perfect night for a walk, or rather ride. Seeing as he was staying just outside town with his on again and off again girl friend Maria, he had to get on his nice clean motorcycle, if he wanted anything. Once he got into town he could pretty much walk anywhere he wanted. But he had to get their first. Maria sleeping away, after a long hard day, Micheal left without waking her. He had experience with small towns and he figured nothing would be open this late. But oh course to his surprise a Bar and grill was open. Figured anything with Bar in the name would be open late. But hey, food was food. So parking in a spot right out front, nodding to a few who looked his way. You don't see a bike like this in a town such as this. But he liked the attention, yet hated it at the same time.

Michael wanted nothing more then to blend in, be invisible to the world. Yes he often stood out for various reasons, like his girlfriend making a scene. That seemed to be a pretty common occurrence with her, now a days. But he did not mind it much, at least he was with her. It was better then being alone for days on end in the middle of a blistering desert or a muggy forest. So he'd take human contact over that. Of course he needed to get used to such things again. Something so simple as a hello could bring back a memory for Micheal. Of course he's gain a hell of a lot more control since he left his home in Roswell years ago. But he still has a hot head, he tries to remind himself to take breaths count to 10 or whatever. But his military training can only take him so far.

With his helmet firmly attached to his bike, he left it in it's lone parking space and walked into the Bar. There were quite a lot of people around, but Michael managed to squeeze into a small corner, kind of cut off from the main crowd. There were less people here, Michael could think here. Rather then sitting at one of the many tables, he chose to stand by one in the far back, away from as many people as he could, of course there was still a small mass of people, but he did his best to be alone. He'd people watch tonight, and eat. If there was one thing Micheal loved, it was food. So naturally he ordered a small fest, skipping out on the alcohol. Remembering the last time he drank.. yeah he was not going to do that again, and with Max not around to heal him. Yeah he kept all drinks at a very far distance. He used to say he had a really bad allergy to the some types of yeast casing him to not be able to drink. It seemed to work well enough that most people did not question it further.

But whatever, so long as he kept away from it, he was fine. He did not need drugs to have a good time. Of course a good time to him now was sitting down with his girl watching a movie or something. He wanted more of the simple life. He did the crazy blowing shit up, high adrenalin crap, and where he loved it, he wanted a relaxing night for once. He wanted no drama, no talking about the last 5 years, no nothing. Just a good time people watching an a nice meal. A meal that would later piss Maria off for a few reasons, but mainly him hogging the bathroom, and rendering it unusable for a few hours at best. Yeah.... the good old days.


((Sorry that lat part was icky, I took it out like three times but my Michael muse kept making me put it back up.. so it stuck. Hope it's alright. I know it's a bit short for an intro post, but you get the idea. I was trying not to ramble on too much.))

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[williamspikepratt]

Amid the hustle and bustle at the bar, a bleached-blond vampire sat, downing a shot of whiskey. Though he normally would have tried to avoid the busier times of the bar and grill, but Spike was meeting with people here, and he had little choice. If he wanted to get in any drinking at all tonight, he had to get it in earlier than he usually did. Though the vampire hadn’t expected to get a place where he was a regular, Spike seemed to be headed to this bar a lot. It happened to be fairly close to his new digs and open until the wee hours of the morning. It was upscale enough to have good liquor but not too fancy as to turn someone like Spike away at the door. In fact, the bartender had come to somewhat recognize him and knew that whiskey shots were his favored drink. The place had pretty much become what the Bronze used to be to him, save the chicken wings here were not up to par and there were no onion blossoms on the menu. But the food wasn’t the important part for Spike, it was the booze.

Although tonight, he had truly restrained himself, and only had drank two shots. On a normal night, the vampire could probably drink a whole bottle without truly being drunk, but he was on good behavior, considering he was waiting for Buffy and some kind of lower echelon demon that had a bit of info for them. Regardless of the lack of organization, Hellmouth or Big Bad, Richmond had become some kind of hot spot for trouble. He went into the underground to search for answers or at least for, and had come across the informant that he was supposed to meet tonight. Figuring that the Slayer Organization would also want to hear whatever their little stool pigeon had to say, Spike had somewhat cautiously invited Buffy along. Strictly shop, he had told her. But it wasn’t like the blond man was going to object to spending time with the slayer either. Particularly considering he had a few things he felt that he had to make up for.

Spike motioned for one last shot, and was about to take it to a table where he, Buffy and the demon could sit in relative privacy. The tables in the back seemed to be less crowded, so the vampire began to make his way back there, weaving through the crowds of people clamoring at the bar. As he finally emerged from masses, he was about to turn when there was somehow someone in his way, and the vampire crashed into the man head on. His drink slipped from his hand, but he managed to catch the glass before it smashed into the ground. Spike looked back up to the bloke he had run into. By the look of it, the man had been standing right next to a table, rather than doing the sensible thing and sitting down at it.

”Bloody hell, what were you doing just standing there, you poof?” Spike sneered at the other man, before inspecting his shot. Bumping into him had made more than half the whiskey slosh out of the already teeny glass. Looking back up again, he presented the nearly empty shot glass to the man and said with a flat, irked tone, ”Oi, you owe me a fiver for this.”

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TAGS: Michael, Buffy
WORD COUNT: 571
NOTES: Lol. Party foul.

[Annabeth Halie Smith]

All he really wanted was a nice, relaxing evening away from his loving girlfriend. He had spend the last five years in near total isolation. So he was finding it a little hard to breath with Maria smothering him. Sure he loved having the attention and being with her and all that. But he needed his space too. He needed his alone time. He really just needed a guy friend. Liz and Maria... well there was only so much he could take. Usually it was Max, Isabel and himself. Two guys, one girl. Now he was the odd man out... literally. The only male, and the sappy shows and the girly conversations were getting to him. So he came out tonight with one goal in mind. Watch a good bar fight, watch a few sloppy people.... just being able to make fun of people..... Oh course it was no fun going at it alone. But it was better then nothing. Maria would not understand this kind of humor. As much as she wanted to... she just cant. No women could.

Yeah it should have been a good night. It would have been. But of course something always has to go wrong. Nothing was ever right in Micheal world, he had learned to accept that a long time ago. So when he was walked right into, he gripped the table, that he almost knocked over, and was able to steady himself and the table. Keeping it from falling, though the little menu thing on it crashed to the floor, the sound hardly herd over the sound of the chatter of people. When he turned to see who had so blatantly run into him, he saw a tall blonde male. Oh..... interesting. He looked like a bit of a tough guy, the guys he used to deal with at his foster fathers trailer. Micheal was pretty cocky, and he knew if it came to it he'd be able to take him. Of course he did not realize that this man had a few extra...tricks up his sleeve.

"Last time I checked it's a free country. I can stand wherever the hell I want to stand. And I don't owe you shit. If you had put down the booze for a minute, you might have noticed a big old empty space you could walk through." He said shaking his head, as he looked over a table or two down, a little closer to the wall. No one was at the table, so it was quite clear for walking.. this all could have been avoided if the man would have used his eyes to find a path, rather then worrying about where he might get his next high. Micheal really did not come here for a fight. But he had a feeling that's where it was headed. Whenever you add alcohol to the mix, things just get bad. Of course it was a little better seeing as Michael was sober... but his temper made up for that. Micheal did not give out many chance, in fact you piss him off, he'll punch you to get you to shut the hell up. Michael was quick to act, hardly thinking, thats where Max came into play. Max kept Micheal from blowing up the world. Of course Michael kept Max from letting the world walk all over them. It was a good balance but seeing as Max was not here to be the voice of reason. Things could get out of hand, and seeing as he had full control over his gifts... he would use them, human or not. He'd use them. A simple blast close by would usually send someone running. It might be a cop out, but it kept him from a lot of injury. Again seeing as Max was not with him, he could not afford to get hurt as often.

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[williamspikepratt]

Taking a closer look at the man he had crashed into, Spike read him as some kind of motorcycle thug, or at least trying to be. His clothes were attempting to be like that, or at least what Spike thought of as motorcycle culture, but the stupid floofy hair gave him away as a poser. Of course, the man in front of him seemed completely human to Spike, so really, even if he was starting to get truly annoyed, the vampire would have to pull his punches. He didn’t really like to prey on innocent humans anymore, even the really stupid ones that pissed him off. There was no challenge in that, nor any thrill. But he supposed he could make exceptions every now and again, especially since that’s where things seemed to be going.

”Free country for a fee,” The Brit argued back. Spike certainly knew that living wasn’t free, as the lightness of his wallet suggested. And not all of it had been spent on smokes and drinks—most of it had actually been used to refresh his wardrobe which seemed to be getting mangled with the amount of tussles he’d been getting into. In any case, this punk riled the vampire all wrong. Who the hell just stood for no reason in a pub? It would have probably been smarter to walk away, but Spike wasn’t really the epitome of calmness and grace and the blond continued his rant, ”Well, excuse me for drinking liquor at a freaking bar. Or rather, trying to, since cack-handed calves like you are standing in the middle of the floor like bleeding lamp posts.”

When the other man pointed out the tables further down, Spike curled his lip with a sneer, ”Wasn’t where I wanted to go. And I say you do owe me. And unless you want to prove me wrong, I’d say you should be a man and own up.” That being said, if Spike had been the one bumped into and someone demanded he pay them back, Spike would probably give them a good flick on their nose and told them to sod off. Then again, Spike wouldn’t have been dumb enough to stand in the middle of a bar, staring into space.

”Or,” Spike stepped towards the young man, nearly getting right up in his face, just inches away from being toe to toe with him, ”We can settle this another way. Something you can understand, despite your slack-jawed stupidity.” This wasn’t normally how Spike did things. Typically if he was antagonizing someone, it was for a good reason, like say, their name was Angel or Xander. But the reason here, which Spike could admit was selfish and a bit stupid, was that he just wanted a good fight. Just about all of the scraps he had gotten into lately had been interrupted, taken from him, or just had his opponent cheating. He just wanted to punch someone, have someone punch him back and then leave the other person unconscious. Was that really too much to ask for? And as long as he held back, Spike was sure that he wouldn’t break any of this human’s bones.

It crossed his mind that Buffy would probably endlessly bitch at him for this and that it might scare away the informant, but Spike knew he had been plenty early and one short fight wouldn’t make too much of a difference. Spike was pretty confident he could completely control the battle, show the idiot why taking on a vampire was a bad idea and then drop him before anyone even showed up.

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TAGS: Michael
WORD COUNT: 602
NOTES: Oh, Spike. Why are all of my characters being idiots right now? :<

[Annabeth Halie Smith]

Was this really happening right now? A free country for a price? Was that so? This guy clearly wanted to be here. He was a far cry from a business man, so it's not like he had to be here. Why he was not back in his own country, Micheal was not sure. Shit if he wanted to talk bad about Lady America Micheal would put his happy ass back on a plan off to England. If that was where he was from. His accent told him enough. But really if he hated this country, or had an issue with it, then he could just leave. Had Micheal was a guest in his country, he'd never say anything bad to the locals. Sure he'd talk shit once he back on American soil.... but he was not that stupid. Micheal was a Military man, he did not spend the last 5 years fighting for nothing. He loved his country, and he would defend it. "Then talk your happy ass back home." Micheal said responding to the man original comment.

"You are clearly mistaken. I'm standing next to a table, far from the middle of anything." Micheal pointed out, hinting the walls that were not far from where they stood. Really... had he just stood in the middle he'd be in the dance floor. That's usually how places like this work. You stand off to the side to watch everyone get drunk and fall over while they are on the little dance floor... located in the middle of the room. "I'm not giving you shit. So you can back up or we might have to take this outside." Micheal said, he was not going to back down. did he want to get in a fight no. But again, he'd have to show how Americas throw down. Michale fights dirty. He knew how to use his gift to the best of his ability, and help him fight. Sure his strength is purely human.... but blowing things up was his specialty, and he would light a little fire under the guys car before he left or something, just so Micheal was remembered. Win or lose, something was going to go up in flames.

And of course the guy had to take it a step further. The man got in his face, and Micheal just stood his ground. "Stupidity....Interesting." Micheal said nodding his head a little. "Now if you would kindly, step off" Micheal said pushing the male back a little bit, so he was free to move. "We can take a walk... outside" So much for his food, it would have to wait. A little punch kick and some blood would never hurt anyone. He could handle that. So long as he did not get too much blood on his shirt he'd be okay. He could only hide it for so long, seeing as Maria was bound to find it, and he was not about to explain it. So hopefully he could keep the other guys blood from getting on his clothing. He'd rather skip the lecture from his beloved anyway.

Maybe this would do them both some good. They were both high strung, and looking for something. They were very evenly matched though both figured they had the upper hand. Micheal figured the other guy was human, and the other guy figured Micheal was human, both far from human. Both strong in their own way, both having gifts the other knows nothing about. So where as the fight might be an easy win in the back of both of their minds, it was going to be a very fair an even fight. Micheal was sure of it. He'd give himself the extra edge he needed if he felt the other guys head was getting too big. No one would win here tonight.

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[williamspikepratt]

”Doesn’t matter what side of the pond you’re on. Life costs money everywhere, mate.” Spike really wasn’t sure why he was giving a lecture, but it kind of tied into why he wanted the stranger to repay him for his drink. But really, no matter where you went, the government, your landlord, your wife and all had their hands in your wallet. Not that Spike actually had any of those problems, but civil liberties were paid for by taxes and that was the truth. That, among other reasons, was why Spike for a great duration of his life was a punk and an anarchist. In any case, he just wanted his liquor back, ”You cost me money, and so I’m asking for you to give it back is all.”

The vampire quirked an eyebrow when the man stated he was nowhere near the middle of anything. Literal much? Spike knew that he wasn’t in the middle of the bar, but rather he was using that as a way to say he was standing in the middle of where Spike had deemed he wanted to walk. But there really was no point in explaining this. People like this and Spike never got along well, at least not to start. His normal mode of conversation was littered with hyperbole and mixed metaphors and there had been certain people, like Illyria and that crazy hunter woman he had met in his graveyard, who did not understand how he spoke. He would never actually change anything for them, and usually it just ended up annoying him more. Then again, maybe the young man knew what he meant and was just being irritating on purpose. When the man refused to pay him a second time, Spike knew that a brawl was imminent. Though the blond was becoming increasingly put off by this man, he also was getting pumped to have a proper fight. And it seemed that the other man was also eager to put their argument past words and go outside.

Spike knew that when he challenged the man in front of him through closing that gap between them, two possible outcomes could happen. Either the man would back down, or Spike would find himself pushed away. So when Spike’s new opponent backed the vampire away, Spike gave a scoff, though a small grin managed to creep across his face. He’d never been one to hide his emotions, frankly because he wasn’t good at it. And it was sort of pleasing to finally find someone who could go a few rounds with him without any of the nasty drama that surrounded his other fights that had happened recently. This would be a decent, honest bar fight over a split drink like real men had. Or something like that.

As soon as the young man agreed to take ‘a walk outside’, Spike gladly made his way to one of the bar’s side doors and exited out to the alleyway that sprawled behind it. It was relatively clean, with only a few crates, trash bins and a dumpster scattered across a mostly empty alley. The vampire moved to about the center before turning towards the punk. Not knowing that the man before him was not as he seemed, Spike wondered if he should just try to knock him unconscious or let the fight unfold a bit. There was probably a bit more time before Buffy showed up, so Spike eventually decided the latter would be more fun, ”Alright, then. Why don’t you try to hit me with your best?”

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TAGS: Michael
WORD COUNT: 593
NOTES: ~

[Annabeth Halie Smith]

God was Maria going to be pissed off or what. God forbid he show up with a black eye. Not that was he was expecting much, but still you just never know. Micheal always sized up his competition, he had a big attitude, and he could A) have the balls to back it up, or B) He was all talk. Though Micheal was sure this guy had a little something to back it up. Maybe not physical strength, but surly he had something up his British ass. No man in their right mind would start something like this, if he could not finish in. No one unless they had a death sentence, and this man was far from one. To Michael it was going to be a clean few punish here and there kind of fight. There would be no winner no losers, just punch each other until they are broken up, or become friends, which ever came first.

That is usually how things worked out. You'd just beat the crap out of each other, not to kill, not to injure (beyond a black eye and a few bruises), just beat the other guy. Get everything you were feeling out, it was just an unspoken thing. Nothing really against the other person, This guy just happened to be at the right place at the right time... or the wrong place at the wrong time how ever you want to see it. But both guy wanted a fight, so that's what they would get. So after pushing the man off, he walked out the nearest exit. It was a nice ally way... nicer then he was used to being in. So no getting down and dirty. It was going to have to be a clean fight. They would hardly want to stain the nice clean sidewalk.

Of course he'd ask Micheal to go first. The man was clearly expecting to get hit, so he'd block it. Not like Micheal would be able to get in a shot. Really. The blonde was waiting for Micheal to raise his hand and strike... it was a no brainer. But he'd go along with it anyway. So Micheal raised his arm and threw the first punch. He hardly put all his muscle into it, knowing it would be deflected, but he still put a great deal into it. If he were pushed, he would not lose his balance or anything, but he could surly throw a better punch had he wanted to. He was really just waiting for for the guy to punch back. That's usually how it worked, a dodge and a punch. So Micheal was ready to block whatever attack came him way Sure he neglected his attack a little, but he was still trying to size up his competition. Anyway it was pretty clear they were not out for blood, just a little RandR.

((P.S. I suck at fighting posts. Sooo >.< Let see how this goes. haha))

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[williamspikepratt]

Spike’s opponent seemed all for the brawl, both in the way he carried himself and how he had no reservations in entering the alley. With narrowed eyes, the Brit attempted to study the man, to see if there was anything off or special about him. But to Spike’s eyes, the man was just your average Joe. Something about him smelled a bit strange, but he mostly smelled human, so Spike chalked it up to his imagination. Perhaps the young man had been in contact with a demon of some sort without knowing it. Richmond, despite its sleepy town feel and look, was attracting all kinds of strange and terrible things. But then again, Spike could handle a lot of those nasty things without breaking a sweat.

The man didn’t make any cheap moves as Spike got settled in his surroundings, and seemed to be observing them as much as Spike was. That was good to know that his opponent was probably not the type of fighter Spike normally was. He seemed like a proper bloke who didn’t want to cheat or fight dirty. Spike usually dabbled in that sort of fighting, but since he thought his opponent was nothing too strong, Spike was planning on being pretty honest himself. He didn’t really have a true beef with the guy, other than he kind of begrudged him for the spilt whiskey.

But, truth be told, this was better, especially when the man took the first swing. Spike stopped the punch pretty easily, deflecting it with his forearm. But that wasn’t what interested the vampire the most. His opponent’s stance was good and stable, proof that the man was trained. Probably by the military, if Spike wasn’t mistaken. There was just something about the rigidity of his form that spoke of order and discipline. It just seemed to be the likely place he would have learned such things. It made Spike wonder if the punch the man had thrown was everything he had or not. This was sizing up to be a lot more fun for the vampire. If his new found opponent really did know anything about fighting, Spike would feel less guilty and it would be much more exciting fighting someone with experience. ”Not bad,” The vampire grinned. Just because they were going to punch each other’s faces in, Spike could still try to encourage the man, ”My turn.”

Now that the first punch was thrown, Spike knew that he had to step up and settle into the rhythm of the battle. After throwing the man’s hand away, the vampire circled quickly and threw a feint, just to see if the man would jump back or not. Of course, provoking the man wasn’t all Spike was planning to do, so he eventually stepped into close proximity and threw a quick jab towards the man’s chest. He could probably block it, but that wasn’t the point. Spike was actually looking for weak points. He hadn’t found any yet, but it was still early in the fight, and Spike was a tenacious bastard. He would find a weakness sooner or later.

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TAGS: Michael
WORD COUNT: 519
NOTES: No worries. I don't think it'll last too long ;3

[Annabeth Halie Smith]

And of course his punch was deflected.... naturally, Michael was sure it would be. Not only was the man expecting it, but dude... really? They were here for a fight, if Micheal really wanted to get down and dirty he would. But really he had no beef with this guy, he wanted to get a few punches in and he wanted to get punched a few times. Pretty simple really. "Yeah... sure." Micheal said rolling his eyes at his comment. Yeah nice shot his ass, Michael was just being a nice guy. He knew how to fight, and Micheal was treating this guy like a fellow Military buddy. Punch and get punched. Micheal would give the guy a free punch or two.... maybe three. Depending on how hard he punched. So long as he got a free one. Seeing as his first attempt was foiled, he'd see how his second attempt went.

"Take your best shot." Micheal said, holding his hands out, to tell the man that he was going to take the punch. Whatever punch the man was going to throw, Micheal was not planning on stopping it. Micheal was just holding his arms out, waiting for whatever punch he'd get. Nose, stomach, whichever. Micheal would take it. Whatever it was, no matter how bad ,Micheal could heal himself. Micheal would plan on doing so mid fight anyway, just in case. He was not sure how bad the fight might get, so he wanted to walk out with minimal injury's. Even if it did take a lot of energy to heal himself, so long as he did not look hurt he'd come out a winner. That's all that really mattered right? Winning and losing? Ah well the guy had a free shot.

The man went to go punch him, and Micheal did not so much as move. He just raised a brow at him. Really? This was a fight.... not a fake out. If Micheal wanted to fight a girl he had one at home waiting for him. He wanted to get hit, he wanted to feel some pain here. And of course shortly after a punch came towards his chest. Micheal was expecting it, but he let it happen. Why? Cuz he wanted to show that he could take a hit. He was not frighten of it. He was only too glad to throw a punch, or get one. One he felt the mans fist on his chest, Micheal took hold of his hand an pulled down, hoping to throw the guy off his balance and bring him to the floor if he could. He pretty much stole the guys momentum and was attempting to use it against him. He'd of course be the nicer guy and help the man up, if he had fallen. Yes, it would be clear he was a military man. He was a nice guy, and he knew what he was doing.

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[williamspikepratt]

The man didn’t flinch at Spike’s feint, and that was just fine. It just meant that the vampire wasn’t dealing with someone who was all talk. Well, the guy wasn’t really talking too much at all, and Spike wondered if he was taking this way too seriously. This was just a bar fight, not a mid-weight championship—and he didn’t really care what the other man thought, Spike was going to have what he thought of as a good time, banter and a bit of posturing included. And when the man took his punch directed at his chest, there was a satisfying thud, though Spike had not put all of his strength into it. He was going for speed and not power, so it was a bit surprising when the man grabbed ahold of his hand before Spike could withdraw it.

He felt his momentum being used against him, and Spike knew he was going to try to throw him. The toss must have been hard to do, considering the man only had Spike’s hand rather than his whole arm, but there Spike was, being twisted around and sent to the floor. He leapt to his feet in a second though, pushing himself from the ground simply out of instinct. Typically if a vampire couldn’t quickly recover from a throw, they were sure to find a stake in them shortly after falling. He wasn’t sure if the man was expecting to have to pick Spike back up or if it would surprise him that he could recover so quickly, but one thing was for certain. Spike knew he wasn’t fighting a normal human.

Between the guy catching his punch and throwing him just by his hand, Spike felt pretty assured that his opponent wasn’t just an average military man. To catch the vampire’s jab and to throw an average sized man like that required more speed and strength than a human had, even trained ones. Perhaps the guy was being so serious because he could tell what Spike was? Well, perhaps Spike didn’t have to hold back as much as he originally thought.

Spike didn’t bother to assess anymore. The thought process that his opponent was not just human had been almost instant, so Spike took whatever time he had gained by jumping up from the throw to counterattack, closing the already small gap between them and aiming a hook at the other man’s temple, not bothering to check his strength. Hopefully he was right and the bloke wouldn’t end up with a concussion. But if he was just an average man, the hit would drop him. Otherwise, this fight was about to get much more interesting. Spike was pretty much hoping for the latter.

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TAGS: Michael
WORD COUNT: 455
NOTES: Oooh. Spike just got serious... or as serious as he ever gets about these things, lol

[Annabeth Halie Smith]

And down the man went. But before Micheal could think too much on the man being on his back, he was already up and standing there. Well.. shit... that was.... fast. Micheal blinked a second, a little dumbfounded, but he'd get over it quickly, really very quickly. He threw the man on the ground, and he was up before Micheal could blink. No normal human could do that. Though this guy was clearly from this planet. Or he better have been. If this guy was out of this world, Micheal would freak the fuck out, They did not need anymore aliens out there. Shit for all he knew there were 6 little children running around with powers thanks to Max healing them in the hospital. Then again, this guy was FAR too old to be involved in that little thing. Unless one of the kids... no no. Micheal was clearly taking all this shit way to far. Maybe he was just slower on his reaction time today? Maybe the short time he spent with Maria was making him soft. Who knew, but he really could not think about much more then the fight at hand, or his ass would get kicked and HARD!

And that is just what happened. While Micheal was being dumb, and thinking about shit that was totally irreverent, he got punched in the face. Right in the face. As the mans fist his his temple, Micheal found himself flying in the air. His mind was working on reconnecting the damage done when he was hit, so Micheal could hardly think about anything really. His mind was far too busy working shit out. And all too soon he found himself landing on some very soft and fluffy (kidding) tin trash cans. Yep.... they sure did hurt like fuck. Though his mind was getting better, a small gash forum on his upper arm. Micheal gave it no attention, he knew his body would heal it soon enough. Again there was no real thought anymore, he was just actions now. Protecting himself. This was no normal fight, this was a supernatural fight, and clearly Micheal was not fighting a human, no human had ever knocked him off his feet like that. Some blood began to drip down his arm, but again he ignored it. Micheal only had to push himself up a little, his hurt arm supporting his weight, which was pretty odd, but it worked.

Raising his other arm, he held his hand out straight out, his hand open, palm facing the man. Within a second Micheal sent a blast right at the blonde man. The blast was quite a big one, and he was sure he was not going to miss. It was aimed right at the guy, surly the man would fly off his feet and hit the nearest wall, or trash bin or sorts. It was a sure hit, Micheal had never missed his target before, and he was pretty pissed off for being knocked off his feet. He was looking for a nice human fight, not this shit. He had to get home to Maria, and he was NOT about to explain such a cut, and while he thought that, it began to heal itself. Anyway if that blast did not hit the man, then Micheal was clearly.... well that just could not happen unless the man had super speed and could see it coming and move out of the way. It's never happened before that Micheal knew about. Shit even Liz blasted Tess off her feet, that was pretty funny, but shit he'd never seen anyone miss when using this particular gift.


((Sorry about the Power playing. I'll change whatever you want me to. I'm just trying to move this along a bit... >.< The whole fighting thing is like impossible for me..... also I told Britt to post after you (Or after my next post, whichever she wants. So if you want her to post before you, send her a PM <3))

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[williamspikepratt]

It seemed that the other man wasn’t expecting Spike to be so quick to recover. He might have been over analyzing or he might have been simply shocked, but either way, it was that time that allowed Spike to smack the man half across the alley, figuratively at least. Well, evidently the man didn’t have quite have the strength of a Slayer, but it could have also been Spike catching him completely off guard. In any case, he was down, crashing into some trash cans. But Spike wasn’t about to let up just yet. He dashed in after the bloke, smelling that something had cut him. Well, Spike probably wasn’t going to try and wail on the man anymore, not if he was bleeding. Maybe just grab him by the shirt collar and throw him against a wall to interrogate him about what he was—super soldier or mutant something or other or whatever he was. This really wasn’t about a spilt drink anymore—it was about assessing if there was a potential threat to the Scoobies.

But before Spike got anywhere close to laying a hand on the man, his opponent raised his arm, palm out and did… something. Really, Spike couldn’t see what exactly he did, but he assumed some spell or power of some kind, because within a split second later, the vampire felt a huge pressure on his chest, then a force like a mac truck hit him and threw him back. He was thrown just as far, if not further than his opponent and he was flung backwards until his back, and then head hit the opposite wall of the alley with a crisp thud. He couldn’t help but half-sink to the ground, his knees buckling a touch as he tried to find his balance again. He had not been expecting that. Not at all. And as vampires often do when hurt and surprised, Spike slowly righted himself with his true vampiric face showing.

”Auw, what the hell was that?” The blond spat as his hand went to the back of his head to see if he had any bleeding wounds back there. It seemed to be okay, just a lot of pain from being smacking into bricks. However, as his hand moved to his forehead, he felt the old familiar ridges and gave a short sigh, ”Alright, I guess all the cards are out now. What are you, some kind of warlock? Psychic half-demon?”

He would have made his way back over to the man, but being tossed across the alley like a ragdoll had kind of blown the wind out of Spike for a second—a fancy feat considering he didn’t breathe. He would just have to hope that the man didn’t have another of those mini explosions stored away. If he was hit with another, it was quite possible that the man could knock him unconscious and Spike did not want to think about what would happen then. Fist-fights, things spewing fire and weaponry of all kinds were all within Spike’s realm. Magic or whatever it was that this guy could do was not. He wasn’t able to tell how he had made it happened, if it was a straight shot or something else. Spike couldn’t see an attack like that coming, nor was he fast enough to dodge it even if he could. He just had to hope that the man would pause in the fight.

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TAGS: Buffy, Michael
WORD COUNT: 575
NOTES: Sounds good--and I think that this fight has been hilarious. There should be more fights where everybody just gets smacked around a lot XD

[Buffy Anne Summers]

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She groaned as she walked out of the cemetery. Tonight had been a large bust in the slayage column. It was strange…one night she’d have ten vampires constantly fighting them, and then nights like tonight, there would be none. Unfortunately tonight was a night she desperately needed to blow off some steam but there were no vampires to fight in order to let off said steam. Angel had gone back to Los Angeles for a few days to help with something (she had no idea what other than he said he’d be back soon) so she didn’t even have a sparring partner. These were the times she missed being in Rome…Granted, even in Rome she couldn’t use her full strength with the new girls (or even the trained ones---unless Faith was visiting) but it was still better than nothing. It was also one of the times she wished she had had some of the work out equipment from the school shipped over to the new house to make an impromptu gym. She definitely would have to look into at least buying a punching bag and maybe a treadmill within the next few days for days just like this one…it wouldn’t be much but it would be something.

As she headed towards her car, she noticed a Bar and Grill that was still opened. Seemed like this town had a bit more nightlife than Mystic Falls (which was good since she lived in Richmond, though had been in Mystic for the past couple of nights doing patrols)…but still no vampires. She pulled into the parking lot and shut off the rental car. She winced when she thought about how much the bill for the car would be, and made a mental note to speak with Giles about what he thought about her simply buying a car for whenever they had to come back into the states. The car payments might be cheaper than dealing with renting a car all the time. It was a ridiculous thing to think about as they technically never had to worry about money…but she wasn’t used to it so money still came into her brain a lot more than she cared to admit.

The lyrics on the overhead speaker drew her attention for a moment. Nobody's talking, cause' talking just turns into screaming, And now yes I'm yelling over her, she yelling over me, all that that means is neither of us are listening, and what's even worse, that we don't even remember why we're fighting. She laughed a bit at how the lyrics described her and Angel sometimes, but then stopped listening to the song once she got up to the bar. She ordered a diet coke, smirking at the glare from the bartender before walking towards a table that was free. She sat down and watched the people around her, hoping that the music and possibly dancing she would do after she got done drinking her soda would at least get some of her energy out so she could head home. She knew if she went home now she’d keep everyone up (or wake them up as it was 1am) and then everyone would be crab asses when they woke up. It was easier to stay out until they were getting up if she couldn’t sleep. At least it was better because she could sleep during the day.

Thank god she was the slayer…otherwise someone might mistake her for a vampire with her sleeping patterns.

Finishing her soda quickly she headed outside, and before she could do much of anything (like head back to the house) she saw a small explosion from an alley that seemed to be connected to the small bar and grill. Walking back towards it quickly she was surprised to see two men in what clearly had been a fight. One of them had a seemingly healed cut on his arm yet there was blood dripping down, and the second man she knew well. Spike and she hadn’t spoken since the whole Angelus/Angel debacle but he was still easily distinguishable.

Quirking an eyebrow at the two men she walked into the small light that lit the back alley, allowing herself to be seen. “Now boys, what did I say about playing well with others?” She asked with her hands on her hips before throwing a glare to Spike. “You at least know better.”

Word Count:: 772
Tag:: Michael Guerin, Spike
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s Outfit
Note:: Woot woot! Buffy scolding two men who she doesn’t know (well one she does and one whose not speaking to her). Lol.

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[Annabeth Halie Smith]

And.... what the fuck was that... standing in front of him. Micheal was standing now looking at the man who was getting up. Micheal tilted his head. Oh... ugh yeah. Well that was different. If the man had been ugly before, well shit, he was wrong. Did Micheal knock the guys mask off or something shit, it was not yet October. Fucking weird. Micheal lowered his arm, just watching waiting too see if the man dared to come too close. Had he tried to get in his face, he'd find himself blasted a block down the road. Micheal was strong, sure not as strong as the man, but shit, Micheal still had a few good blasts in him at least. If he had to he could fight all day. Micheal was good at protecting his own, so he'd be alright. Not that he knew what the thing was, or how to kill it... bu Micheal would figure it out. Clearly it was strong, and throwing it to a wall did no damage, besides throw it's human face off, but other then that.... what was it?

"What am I? What the fuck are you, do you own a mirror?" He asked takign a step forward, his arm fully healed now, though leftover blood still stained his arm. "No really.... Who the fuck are you?" He asked more curious then anything. At least he knew his blast had hurt the guy. Sure not enough to do much, but it caused him pain enough, that's what he wanted. But before much could happen, Micheal and the guy had a visitor. Clearly the women and the man had known each other, or had seen each other around. Well... two vs. one.... guess he could take it. He did not know how he felt about knocking the girl around a bit. But then again, if she was as ugly as that guy... she would not feel so bad.

"Who the fuck are you...." Micheal asked turning some of his attention to her. But she looked harmless really. Well the guy did too at first. But still. He was not going to just jump to conclusions. She seemed to not even notice the guys face, or it might have been an everyday thing. If Micheal had been a little closer he might have saw the fangs, and realized what the guy was. But for now, he was a butt ugly guy with a skin issue.... with super strength and a lot of stamina. Even if he had been blasted it would have taken him a bit longer to stand up. Man.... this day only got stranger. "Really... mind your own business... unless you have something to share too." He added, meaning unless she wanted to have some kind of skin issue and crazy strength, then she needed to leave, or he might have to make her leave.

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[williamspikepratt]

Interesting. The man looked incredibly confused. Obviously had never seen a Hellmouth vampire in his life. He lowered his arm, but Spike didn’t take the initiative to rush him, since it was pretty likely the man could get off another shot before the vampire could get close. Spike was fast, but he couldn’t dodge a magic bullet or whatever the hell this man could do, especially not when charging him. Although with the man not attacking, it was probably best to suss out the situation. If he happened to be one of the good guys, drinks all around and a bit of patching up and it would be a story to tell in later days. If this bastard was bad news, the fight could resume and Spike would just have to find a way to knock him stupid, or if he had to, do something more drastic.

Spike’s suspicions about the man’s ignorance were confirmed when he demanded Spike to tell him what he was first, asking if Spike owned a mirror. The vampire merely rolled his eyes, ”Well, that would be kind of pointless, wouldn’t it?” But that subtle clue didn’t hit home and the man asked again who Spike was. Well, if the bloke didn’t even know what a vampire was, what the hell did it matter who Spike was? Granted, he was famous in his little circle, but as he had just discovered, Spike’s little circle was more like a dot in comparison to expansive world that was out there. And he had a feeling that this man was about to get a similar wake up call.

”Fangs…” The vampire curled his lips to show the signature sharpened canines, “Doesn’t have mirrors… I mean, don’t you watch television or something? It’s not that hard to put together.” Spike would have gone on, but a familiar Slayer suddenly showed herself, standing in a street lamp’s amber pool of light as if Buffy had just dubbed herself Queen of the Bloody Back Alley. Or maybe Spike was just being over dramatic. He was still a bit sore at her, something the silence between them hadn’t helped.

”You don’t even call and the first bleeding thing you say to me is a lecture?” Spike snapped back at the Slayer, crossing his arms like a petulant little child. Of course the first thing she would do was lecture him. Well, why exactly had he expected Buffy to call him anyways? It wasn’t as if they had anything to say—oh, no, wait. They had plenty of things to say. The Slayer kept on telling him that they’d talk later, that soon they’d finish what they had started, but all that seemed to happen was more things to talk about got piled on. More questions remained unanswered. But Spike was trying to be good, to give the Slayer her space. And this wasn’t the place to drag out that sort of thing anyway, which is why the vampire stopped at the one jab and wasn’t planning to pick at Buffy anymore after that and kept most of the whining in his head. But knowing them, it was quite possible that they’d up in one of their spats, despite having a stranger looking on.

When the strange whatever-the-hell he was leered over at Buffy, Spike had half a mind to rush over and kick his head in. The man had such a mouth on him and it was hard for Spike to resist stirring up more trouble. Then again, Spike also had a smart mouth, so under Buffy’s watch, he chose not to resort to violence and merely thrust an accusatory finger at his sparring mate, ”You don’t get to talk to her like that,” and then he turned back to Buffy, not changing his miffed tone one bit, ”Now mind your own business.”


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TAGS: Buffy, Michael
WORD COUNT: 641
NOTES: Spike being Spike :3