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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Jul 20, 2012 10:23:54 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She sighed as she slipped her stake into the sleeve of her Nike jacket. Usually she didn’t bother changing before patrol, opting to go in whatever she was wearing versus bothering to change and have to do twice as much laundry later. However today had been a job interview at the high school for the counselor position and she had then afterward ran errands all day, which meant by the time it was actually time for patrol, she was still in a suit, which was something she was definitely not going to patrol in. She looked down at herself and shrugged, noting her outfit. A black Nike jacket, paired with a pair of black and gray push up sweat pants and a pair of Nike Shox combined made for a comfortable and easily replaced patrol outfit. Paired together with her signature cross that she had received at the age of 16 from the love of her existence and her trusty stake, she was good to go. She yelled out her goodbyes at the house full of people that she lived with before heading out the door.
She sighed , pulling her jacket closer to her once she entered the cemetery. She felt her senses and noted that there were vampires around, but not in her immediate area. Her mind tended to wander when things were quiet like they were. Tonight was no different. Random thoughts popped up into her mind. The past, the present and the future. She thought about the things and the people that she had lost….and those she had gained.
In the time since she had been called as slayers she had lost a watcher (Merrick), her parents had gotten divorced for fighting so much over her issues, gotten expelled from school, had to move to a new town, fallen in love, her lover turned evil, she had to kill her lover, got kicked out of her home, got expelled again, ran away, gotten her lover back only to know that they couldn’t truly be together, her lover had left, she had to blow up the school, had died saving a sister that wasn’t supposed to exist, had been ripped out of heaven, had to watch people around her die and had to watch as a town that had come to mean a lot to her was blown up.
However since becoming the slayer, she had also gained the best friends she could ever ask for, a father figure who meant more to her than her own biological father, a sister that she adored, and the love of her life who meant more to her than anyone in the entire world. It was a Catch-22 if she ever knew one.
She snapped out of her musings when her senses started to go haywire. She felt the three vampires around her and before they knew what hit them she dusted two out of the three. She sighed as she saw the third one get away. Unfortunately she felt another presence behind her and turned around, her eyes widening when she saw who it was.
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Post by williamspikepratt on Jul 24, 2012 23:55:58 GMT -6
 Spike was done with losing. He had had enough. He had tried everything, tried his best and what did it get him? Another stupid ‘Game Over’ screen. With one final half-growl of frustration, the vamp pulled himself from the couch, slammed the videogame off and grabbed his duster from the arm chair he had flung it across. It was strange that Spike had gained such a liking for video games when he still was pretty poor at them. Maybe it was an outlet for his aggression, or rather, a good excuse for releasing his aggression. He stomped up the roughhewn stairs that led into the first chamber of the crypt and burst out the mausoleum’s doors, carelessly throwing them closed after him. Spike needed a strong drink, something better than the bottles of beer in his refrigerator, which was the only alcohol left in his home. He had become a familiar face at the local bar and grill, and the bartender would know what he needed and how much he needed of it. It was odd that the British vampire was still welcome there, considering that he had broken a lock on a storage door and caused a fight in the establishment’s alley. But money talked, and Spike was fortunate to have a little bit extra cash right then. Making his way through the graves, he tuned out any thoughts he might have had besides how much he needed scotch. Life had gotten too complicated as of late, and if Spike had one more added complication, he was likely to go mad. What had happened to the good old days where they just had to save the world or the damsel? Though, Fate being the bastard it was, a scent hit Spike—a rather familiar ‘damsel’. And before he could stop himself, Spike was on his way just to see what she was doing there. He arrived just in time to watch the Slayer take out a couple of young vampires, though one smartest one tucked tail and fled. Spike kept his distance, wanting to see if she would pursue the last one, but she didn’t, and he moved closer. Being another vampire, Spike knew that she would sense him approaching, and she turned with a look of surprise on her face. He merely tilted his head a bit and pursed his lips in response to that, not exactly sure why he had merited that reaction. It was just him, after all. ”You missed one.” The blond pointed out flatly, knowing that Buffy probably wouldn’t appreciate the joke. But it wasn’t like her to let one go. Perhaps she was still all buggered up from the bad that had recently happened. Although, bad was a recurring theme in The Slayer’s and Friends lives, so Spike couldn’t really pin it all on that. There was something nagging at him to go, some kind of little voice telling him he shouldn’t be here talking to her, but Spike was very stubborn and good at ignoring his common sense. If Buffy wasn’t in the mood to talk, she’d leave, and Spike would probably let her go. Probably being the key word. So he just leaned against a headstone and placed his hands in his duster pockets, his gaze just a touch off from looking her in the eyes, ”Just here on business, I assume?” After all, they had just seen each other not too long ago—though that really hadn’t been a walk in the park. A more or less failed attempt to interrogate a guy and then playing peacemaker to a Potential’s brewing cat fight. Then again, that was par for the course. Spike fully expected only a few awkward words to be exchanged between him before he slunk off to drink himself silly. +++ TAGS: Buffy/ Open WORD COUNT: 632 NOTES: Seemed like a good opening for Spikey-boy :3 |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Jul 28, 2012 11:54:19 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She immediately relaxed her position when she saw that it was Spike, though she was a bit surprised to see him. Had it been a few months ago she would have found the scene completely normal as back in Sunnydale he could usually be found either patrolling along side of her or watching in the shadows to make sure she was taken care of. She never told him that Angel used to do the same thing, figuring he wouldn’t like the comparison. However it did make her feel a tiny bit safer having back up, even though she had never admitted it to either one of them.
However things were different now. Spike and her really hadn’t seen one another since the whole Angelus thing. They hadn’t truly had it out about it and while she wasn’t regretting the fact that they hadn’t come to blows, she knew it needed to happen in order to get their friendship back on track. Sure they had seen each other once since then but it wasn’t like they had time to talk it over or anything. She had met up with him while breaking up a fight and then trying to pry information out of that Michael guy…who still hadn’t called her to get or give answers and while it annoyed her not to know what he was…she wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t taken her offer.
Hearing his comment she nodded. “I know. Figured I’d give it a five minute head start before I went after it. You know, make it think it has a shot before pouncing.” She stated sarcastically, stretching out her arm that was bent in an odd way. She desperately needed some sleep and maybe a good large meal. She hadn’t been eating or sleeping very well lately between work, slaying, training potentials and the fact that her brain refused to shut off…hence the reason she was a tiny bit out of it tonight. She very rarely missed a vampire anymore, having gotten used to taking on much larger demons…but tonight she just felt off.
Nodding again she leaned against the headstone and closed her eyes for a brief moment before opening them and looking back at the blonde vampire, noting with a sad sigh that he refused to look her in the eye. Clearly he hadn’t forgiven her for her mistake…not that she expected too yet…but it didn’t make that knowledge less hurtful. “Yeah, business as usual. Though I’ll admit it’s nice not to be surrounded with a bunch of teenage girls for one night. If I hear about Justin Bibber or whoever it is kid one more time I might smack someone.” She stated, though it was clear she was simply talking to avoid the awkward silence.
“What about you? What are you doing out here tonight?” She asked him…doubting that he had been following her but a part of her hoping that he had so they could get everything out in the open. She needed to make things right with him. She just didn’t know how.
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Post by williamspikepratt on Jul 30, 2012 20:43:25 GMT -6
One of Spike’s signature scoffs lightly passed through his lips in response to the Slayer giving a chance to the remaining fledgling vampire, ”Work must be slow for you if you’re bored enough to play cat and mouse.” Those were just words though, something to fill the discussion. She did seem tired, and Spike had the feeling that Buffy wasn’t taking care of herself. And on top of that, she probably wasn’t letting anyone near enough to see that she needed a bit of help. And although he really wanted to ask her if she needed his support, Spike refrained. Instead, he went back to talk shop. It was safer and it would allow Buffy to make the first move if she wanted to get into an actual serious conversation about what had gone down in the past few weeks or ignore it, ”I’ve got nothing to report, really. Patrols have been a bit quiet.””Bibber?” The blond echoed Buffy, his nose slightly wrinkling at the name, which sounded even sillier in his British accent. Spike had pretty much never followed too many popular trends, opting for more underground scenes, but that sounded like a rather ridiculous name for a celebrity to have. Then again, teenage girls never made sense and Spike wasn’t going to even try to understand them, ”You know, the last time you lived among a bunch of baby Slayers, I think we called a war-zone. Kind of funny that you went back to it.” The vampire remarked, distinctly remembering a past banter along that line when Giles had taken all of the potentials on a spiritual journey camping trip. Although in that case, the Potentials had been forced to seek refuge at Buffy’s Sunnydale home, which wasn’t as spacious as the Boarding House, so perhaps conditions were more livable in Richmond. To the Slayer’s query of why he was in the graveyard, Spike suddenly remembered that he hadn’t officially told Buffy he had gotten his own place. A part of him wondered if she had even thought of where he had gone off to, but it didn’t really matter. The time to explain was here, ”Er… I kind of live here now. Morrison crypt, back that way a bit.” He jerked his head in the direction of his new home, and stared off that way rather than looking at the Slayer, ” Caught your scent and decided to check in.”Spike didn’t really know why he was having trouble looking her in the eye, but he figured it had to do with the recent shame that had been drug up by Angel. Another thought popped in his head and Spike added a bit to his explanation, ”I actually scouted out the place a while back. Before everything happened.” He didn’t want it to appear that he had left the Boarding House simply because of the bad blood between him, Buffy, and her boy. The truth was that Spike liked to have his own little place that he alone owned, and the Boarding House had too many people living there for the blond vampire to remain sane. But still, he had gotten used to being at least able to haunt the halls of the House, and though he probably would never admit it, it had been nice to keep an eye on Buffy and the Potentials rather than wondering how they were. So now, Spike was at a crossroads, and he decided to go against his first decision to let Buffy lead and instead went with his impulse to ask. After all, he had already sort of brought up the argument and he did want to know what was going on, ”So are things better now? Is Kath alright?” Spike automatically asked after the little vampire, although he wasn’t sure why. After all, the Brit was pretty sure that he’d never be able to speak with her again, not only because of her brother, but because of what she had overheard that night. Spike very much hoped that transgression wouldn’t come up in this conversation, but it was likely that it would be alluded to. He would just have to hope it wouldn’t be for a while, if at all. +++ TAGS: Buffy WORD COUNT: 702 NOTES: That's just fine :3 |
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Post by NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER ACCOUNT on Aug 2, 2012 21:13:06 GMT -6
 As the footmen stepped into the cemetery, it brought friends with it. In total there were three of them out tonight trolling through the graveyard. They were scouting out the town to see if it could be taken by their masters, the Gentlemen. During their last attempt they'd been defeated and not wanting to make that mistake again, they'd been sent to go out on a scout. However they clearly did not know any of this. Instead they were just drive by their desire and devotion towards their masters, and the primal instincts that remained within them.
All three of them ran together through the cemetery, clumsily running in a mixture of all fours and sometimes two legs. Whenever they seemed to try and walk upright, it appeared that they fell and hunched right back over. Spotting a male and a female walking through the cemetery, the footmen picked up their speed as they hounded towards the two. One of the minions hopped on the male's back, holding on to him by his trench coat for dear life. The second was right behind him, latching himself onto the man's legs. The third hesitantly began to head towards the female, watching his fellow minions as they attached themselves to the male human. Note: Please do not attempt to godmod for the Chaos Account. The attacker will be eliminated after several posts. This is for fun and action inducing situations. Enjoy! |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 3, 2012 20:02:35 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She sighed, knowing that Spike was still extremely upset with her. He was trying not to show it but the fact that he was still standing fairly far away from her and was talking about work instead of anything else, yep, he was still mad. She hated the way that they were acting around each other at the moment since to be honest, he was probably her best friend...but she figured she would let him bring it up. She was never one to ignore the pink elephant in the room...or in the cemetery as the case may be, but at the same time she didn't want to get into a pissing match with him either. So really, what else could she do. "You have no idea." She stated simply, not even really sure what else to say.
"Patrols have been fairly quiet for me as well. Well, in Richmond they have been. The next town over, in Mystic Falls...yeah not so much. Killed quite a few vampires in there a few days ago but other than that nothing really to report. It seems that either there's something huge getting ready to start or word has spread that the slayer is in town and has caused the vamps and demons to flee." She stated with a shrug. "Honestly, not really sure which one I'm hoping for. Something big means...something big...which is never fun though does keep everyone occupied. However all the demons and vampires leaving means that yeah, town is safe...but that just means that there is another town that isn't which means soon it'll be time to leave. So again, not really sure which one I'm hoping for."
"The house is about ready to be a war zone if we don't get a few of them sent to Rome. I know that quite a few of them are waiting until the school year is over before transferring to the school in Rome but still, if we get anymore potentials I'm going to have to buy a damn apartment building to make sure everyone has room." She stated before sighing at his statement about living in a crypt. "I haven't been staying at home. I've been staying at the apartment over night, or else I would have noticed that sooner. Spike you don’t have to stay in a crypt. You can stay at the boarding house...or stay at the apartment with me. You know you're always welcome." She told him, hoping that she hadn't fucked up their relationship so badly that he didn't even want to be near her...then again it was sort of the theme recently.
Nodding once she leaned against the headstone, needing the support for some odd reason. "Kathy's fine as far as I know. She went out of town for a couple days but she's back now. From what I've heard from Willow she and her brother have been dealing as best as they can. She seems to trust him, which is more than anyone could have hoped for after...everything." She stated, wincing even as she said it...she really didn't want to get into this conversation, but she knew they had to.
Now, she wasn't sure if what happened then could be considered good luck or bad luck. Good luck because it gave her a reprieve from getting into the heavy topic that really did need to be discussed...or bad luck because well, they were attacked. Watching two demons jump on Spike and feeling a third come towards her, she squinted as if trying to place the demons. The one coming towards her seemed almost hesitant but that didn't stop her from ducking and kicking the things legs out from under him. Where the hell had she seen these guys before?
Almost as if answering herself she heard the voice from her dream...the voice that to this day still creeped the hell out of her.
Can't even shout. Can't even cry. The gentleman are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven and they might take yours. Can't call to mom. Can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.
“Wait a minute, didn’t I already kill you people?” She asked rhetorically, luckily not seeing the creepier of the demons known as the Gentleman, though their little footman play things in the straight jackets were creepy enough as it was. Looking over at Spike she quickly headed towards him, pulling one off of him before being pushed down by the other one.
“Seriously, why can’t something stay dead when I kill it?” She asked with a pout before springing back up.
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Post by williamspikepratt on Aug 8, 2012 1:48:49 GMT -6
Buffy was sighing. Again. And Spike didn’t know if he was trying her patience or if she was just tired. With everything that she had to deal with, it was probably selfish of him to keep her here, but the part of him that wanted to make right and soothe the waters was steadily overshadowing any other complexes and fears he had about the blond Slayer. She wasn’t walking away, so he figured she was at least willing to try to patch things up between them. But of course, there had to be this song and dance before getting to the meat of the problem. Not that it was so bad. Even if it was just about inane things right now, this was the first private conversation that he had gotten with Buffy, the one that they both had kept promising one another. It was something that had been a long time coming, and it was possible that fists would be thrown by the end, though that really wasn’t what Spike was hoping for. The vampire gave a little shrug to the Slayer’s comments on the activity levels. Spike himself had been a little disappointed with the lack of brawls he had been able to get into, and the ones that had been on patrols hadn’t been that exciting. Chances were that Buffy was right and many had fled to save themselves from the Slayer. But a big bad was another option, and probably the one Spike would choose. Even being in the second tier ranks of the Slayer army, having a big bad would give him something to do other than lose at video games and sulk in his crypt. But then again, it would probably mean lots of innocent people getting hurt. Where the old Spike would have never cared about such a thing, things were different now. The other thing buzzing around in his head was that if Buffy did pick up and leave, would he follow? To see her was certainly one of the biggest reasons he had come to Richmond, but once again, things were different now. Wherever she went, Angel was going to be there too now, so in turn, Spike didn’t really know where that left him. And of course, there was Faith to consider, though who knew what that whole mess was going to turn out like. ”Yeah. Us being roomies. Everybody would love that.” He knew that Buffy would catch what that really meant, though the list of disapproving people was longer than she knew. Of course Angel would be on the top of that list, though Faith would probably be right after. When the dark-haired Slayer had gone off the deep end from just seeing him invite another girl into his crypt, he could just imagine how she would react to him living with the woman who he had been obsessively in love with for a number of years. After a beat, Spike simply shook his head a bit, ”It’s alright, pet. I made it up nice. Got a kitchen and all. You should visit sometime… when you can.” ”Mm.” The blonde Brit gave a non-committal grunt in reply to Buffy’s explanation of what had sort of happened after the clusterfuck that had been bringing back Angel. It was interesting to think of the little vamp wandering about by herself, but she was more grown than she appeared. But Spike knew that the best place for her was with her brother, and hopefully Kath would be able to be happy and not have things to deal with more than picking out what Hello Kitty extravaganza she was going to wear next. Buffy and he, however, had to deal with that fallout, and Spike could tell from how her tone was that the Slayer knew that too. Finally he allowed a soft and somber gaze to land directly on Buffy, knowing that cracking this open was going to be hard on the both of them. But it was just a fleeting glance, since only a second afterwards, a strange scent hit him, and only a second after that he felt dead weight smack into his back and legs. ”Christ!” The vamp spat out, his hands automatically trying to tear off what seemed to be limbs wrapped around his shoulders. His head whipped down and saw another bandaged freak on his legs, the pair of them probably trying to down him together. With another unintelligible curse, Spike struggled against them, attempting to remain standing and snapped his head back to see if he could head-butt the one on his back off. But whether the blow hit or not, it was Buffy’s efforts that drug the assailant away, though for her troubles, she was tackled to the ground. His arms now free, Spike braced his arm by wrapping his other hand around his wrist and struck down at the one still on his legs with the point of his elbow, aiming haphazardly for any point on the beastie’s face. Now hoping he could pull away from its grasp, he looked over to Buffy, who had thankfully managed to get to her feet on her own, and shouted over to her, a growl present in his tone, ”What the bloody hell are these things? And how did you kill ‘em the first time?”+++ TAGS: Buffy WORD COUNT: 889 NOTES: *cracks knuckles* Always up for a brawl, ain't we? |
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Post by NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER ACCOUNT on Aug 8, 2012 17:56:12 GMT -6
The footman was confused. The blonde woman kicked his legs out and he clumsily tumbled to the ground. However he didn’t mind being on the ground and instinctively used it to his advantage. As he tumbled he felt himself move into a roll, ending up just behind the woman. Being a demon, he used his speed to quite literally catapult himself onto her back. His arms moved to wrap around her neck, looping around them and squeezing. Beginning to choke her, legs wrapped around her waist like a spider monkey for extra leverage. It didn’t last long before he was shaken off and thrown to the ground, grunting aloud. The footman then watched as his pals were attacked by the blonde, and then watched as she was knocked to the ground. As she began to stand back up he got onto all fours and began heading over into the fray.
Another minion that had been on the vampire’s back was head-butted and shook his head in a daze. One of his arms stretched out to hit the male in the face, but he was yanked off by the blonde woman before he had the chance. Falling to the ground the footman quickly got back onto all fours. Unfortunately the footman whom had been on the man’s feet suffered a blow to the forehead, and slumped to the ground in defeat. The remaining two watched their fellow minion die and grew angrier. The first one who had attacked the woman came up behind her, and came at her from the front. It swung one of its arms and hit her in the midsection. The last footman angrily rushed at the male, swinging both of its connected arms at him in a fury of blows. They could not fail their masters, that was unacceptable.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 9, 2012 11:59:56 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Glaring at her best friend she scoffed. "No one could say a damn thing about it and you know it." She told him, wondering why this wasn't a bit harder on him. Did he not miss their friendship at all? Had she permanently wrecked their relationship for ever? She hadn't really eve realized how much she depended on Spike over the last few years but she really did. She missed him, as much as she hated to admit it. Hell if someone would have said four years ago that she would wind up missing Spike...she would have probably either checked them into the Sunnydale mental hospital or died laughing. Either way it was true, and she wondered for the first time if she was alone in that.
"It's still a crypt Spike." She told him, not sounding as if she was judging him though, more like she was saddened and resigned. She didn't know if they would ever get back to the way they were before...but in that moment she doubted it. She knew it was selfish to want that relationship back...the relationship where he was there for her no matter what happened...and that he cared for her above all others. She was selfish to still want that...she had always been selfish when it came to Spike. She had told him that many times and back then he said he didn't care...that he wasn't complaining. Seeing him now though, she wondered if she had truly ruined everything about them over the past few months...and the thought gave her a sick feeling in her stomach and a pang in her heart.
She admitted to Angel back in Sunnydale that while Spike hadn't been her boyfriend that he had been in her heart...this was true. A part of her did love Spike. Hell, a part of her owed him everything for forcing her to live through what was the hardest time in her life after she had been brought back. It was Spike that didn't let her give up, Spike that forced her to take responsibility for those around her, and Spike who allowed her to essentially use his body when she couldn't find anything to feel. Again, she was selfish when it came to him...she always had been.
“Spike…I…” She trailed off, not sure what to say. How did she tell him what she wanted him to know without sounding like a total bitch or a needy child? “I miss…” She stated before trailing off when the demons attacked.
Hearing Spike's question she rolled away from the demon who had literally tried to pounce on her...yeah not happening dude. "Uh...well...see these are actually the minions." She called out, ducking as one behind her tried to make a grab for her. "Remember when we all lost our voices? Yeah these are the things that work for those demons. And I think we just either broke their necks or shot them with arrows if I remember correctly. Be glad it's not the other ones." She shouted out, ducking again before finding herself on her back with one on top of her. "Seriously, I may like different types of guys...but at least the two demons I've slept with were hot." She ranted before kicking the one off and yet not getting time to jump up before another one was on her, while two others held her down, the one holding her neck in a way that was clearly trying to choke her.
Well this wasn't at all fun.
Using her legs to kick the one off of her she used the other two as leverage to do a back flip to stand up, moving over so she was back to back with Spike. “Please tell me you have some weapons on you? As all I have is a stake.” She told him, pouting a tiny bit. Okay, clearly she had to start bringing something other than a stake on patrol. She had done this only a few days before with Faith and while the brunette slayer had gone around slicing vampires heads off she had resorted to staking them. She appreciated the stake for its simplicity but there were times like now that an axe or a scythe or even a sword would be much more beneficial than the damn stake in her hand.
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Post by williamspikepratt on Aug 13, 2012 23:15:13 GMT -6
Feeling the Slayer’s glare on him felt like a hot poker stabbing at him a bit, but what she said was technically true. It was Buffy’s apartment and she decided who stayed and who went. No one could say anything about it, but by God would they talk and wheedle and prattle on. Spike didn’t need that aggravation, and he certainly didn’t want that for Buffy. She had too many other things to worry about than to constantly play referee between Spike and the numerous amount of people who would be outraged to find the blond vampire stepping back into the daily life of the Scoobies. Regardless of the abundant objections that he made inside his head, it did feel a bit comforting to have Buffy say she’d fight against the majority’s opinion to ensure his wellbeing… as it were. Because, evidently by her tone, she thought he deserved more than an underground lair. Funnily enough, Buffy was probably the only one who would ever think about that, ever care enough to consider. Any other would think nothing of it or wouldn’t even want to hear his name. Or maybe it was that she couldn’t easily access Spike from there. He had been a bit of a tosser and hadn’t always answered his phone for the Slayer recently, scared to speak to her, terrified it would turn into the ‘big talk’. Finding him in the next room over was much more reliable. Of course, being in the same house where Buffy and her boy were making eyes at each other and having said boy lord it over him would probably want to make Spike take in a sunrise. He wasn’t sure that was what she was trying to put across, since whatever she was saying was increasingly becoming broken and hesitant. He continued to stare at her, not knowing what he could do to soothe her. Perhaps if they were at her apartment, things would have gone a different, more direct course. Feelings could have been talked about more freely. There was more privacy to be had and more comfort than leaning against gravestones. And of course, their conversation was much less likely to be interrupted by a gaggle of minions in mental hospital attire. Keeping an eye on the demons and an ear out for Buffy, the vampire did remember a time when silence covered Sunnydale. Although, at that point, he was still Giles’ ‘house guest’, convinced that the chip in his head stopped him from causing pain to all things. Still listening to what the Slayer knew of them, Spike nudged the one he had struck in the forehead with the tip of his boot, and gave a little defiant toss of his head, ”These ones seem to die easy enough.” but there were a couple more about and one came after Spike, wildly flailing at him. He shifted his attention to block the flurry of attacks, stopping or deflecting most of the blows pretty easily. He was probably going to get bruises all up and down his forearms, but the demon was pretty slow and lumbering in comparison to him. Though, he felt one of his temples clipped as Buffy so wittily spoke of the ‘demons’ she had been with. Which, unless Buffy had been hiding more than she was letting on, Spike supposed meant him and the poof she called a boyfriend. He couldn’t say why exactly her mentioning it bothered him a little bit, maybe because it had been so casually, maybe it was because of the comparison between him and Angel. But the minion continued to tirelessly throw blows at him. So, in retaliation and fueled by irritation, Spike waited for his moment and sent a jab towards the footman’s stomach, then reached out to grab the crown of its head, hoping to snap its neck in one clean blow. In any case, he released his grip and retreated a bit away to find the Slayer covering his back. ”I was going out to have a drink. A major Slice and Dice really wasn’t on the agenda,” Spike muttered back at her request for a weapon, but still, he plucked a wood-handled balisong from inside of his duster and flicked the knife open with a twist of his wrist. It probably was only two feet long unfolded, but the blade was still sharp enough to cut through the enemy’s throat in a second. The vampire held the weapon by its blade, offering the hilt to Buffy, ”A pretty butterfly for the lady? It’s not as weighty as Slay-calibur, but I ‘spect it’ll get the job done.” +++ TAGS: Buffy WORD COUNT: 772 NOTES: The Butterfly Knife |
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Post by NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER ACCOUNT on Aug 14, 2012 18:27:56 GMT -6
It seemed that their attacks weren't doing so well with the couple. Kicked by the female, the one minion fell to the ground quickly and it seemed to take him a moment to get back up on his feet. Their endurance wasn't that great to begin with and they'd now both been hit several times though. Still their refusal to fail their masters fueled them to continue and so they did, despite it not working out too well for them.
One of the footman focused on the blonde vampire, while the other took on the woman. The vampire seemed to easily deflect that footman's blows and it shrieked in anger and frustration. It's swinging eventually began to grow a bit slower as it's stamina begun to wear out, growing tireder by the moment. As their opponents seemingly spoke to each other the footman tilted their heads. They hated speaking, they hated words. They hated sounds all together unless they were demonic. Suddenly the one attacking the female heard a bone crunching noise and turned to see his brother fall to the ground. Two out of three. In an anger, the last footman leapt onto the blonde and hung it's arms around her neck.
It had attempted to choke her, but hadn't seemingly noticed that she'd been holding a knife. As it plunged into it's stomach, it yelled out and then headbutted the blonde. After headbutting her, it fell to the ground and took off in the other direction. Although it wasn't fast, it tried like hell to get away on all fours anyways, swaying from side to side as it grew close to unconscious and bleeding out.
Note: Please do not attempt to godmod for the Chaos Account. The attacker will be eliminated after several posts. This is for fun and action inducing situations. Enjoy! |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 16, 2012 23:33:41 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She couldn't help but let out a laugh as Spike offered her the butterfly knife. "Thanks." She told him with a grin before jumping back into the fray. She quickly was taken down unfortunately by one of the minions of the ridiculous Gentleman but luckily she still had the knife. Plunging it into it's stomach, though she got a head butt in return, which she would admit, hurt like hell. "Ow." She muttered, watching as the stupid thing scampered off, apparently having been the only one left. She stood up slowly, only a bit dizzy, and watched as the weird ass straight jacket demon bleed out.
Sighing she closed the butterfly knife and handed it back to Spike. "Thanks, my stake wasn't cutting it unfortunately." She told him, looking around for where she had thrown the damn thing when Spike offered her his butterfly knife. Groaning when she couldn’t find it she pouted. "Seen it lying anywhere?" She asked hopefully, knowing that even though she could see fairly well at night, she wasn't up to par with vampire sight. It was something that she had gotten used to over the years, after working with Angel and then Spike…she had learned their weaknesses and their strengths…just as she had learned more about her own weaknesses and her own strengths.
For some reason she could still clearly remember when she had been explaining to the new potentials back in Sunnydale about why the vampires always had the advantage over them. They already had their weapons…their teeth. Anytime that a slayer was disarmed, they had to reach for their weapon. Sure they had their head, their arms and legs…but vampires were usually stronger than them…though the newer ones weren’t always. She wasn’t sure why but her thoughts strayed to this and it took her a few moments to shake her head loose again.
“Anyway, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” She asked, hoping he wouldn’t call her out on her random zoning out…not that it was unusual as if there was silence it meant she was deep in thought since she talked more than anyone she knew. “Oh yeah, your crypt. Okay, I get why you don’t want to stay at the boarding house…though I don’t agree with it at all…but you could at least pop by for a visit every now and then.” She told him before looking away. “I’ve missed you.” She whispered, finally letting that little tidbit of information out.
She usually wasn’t one to talk about her emotions unless it was with Willow or Angel because she didn’t like to admit weakness…and she had always been a bit hesitant to let Spike in on her feelings as she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. However for some reason the past few months had sucked without him…and she felt like after everything they had been through together and everything he had done for her…he deserved to know that she had been thinking about him and truly did missing having him around.
Word Count:: 553
Tag:: Spike!
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
Note:: God this post sucked. Second post I’ve written today and second post that’s completely blew. I should probably quit and come back tomorrow but eh, I gotta get things done. Lol. Sorry for the crap-tastic post.
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Post by williamspikepratt on Aug 19, 2012 22:32:27 GMT -6
After being relieved of the knife, Spike split away from the Slayer to check that the Footman whose neck he had attempted to snap was indeed dead. And once satisfied with confirmation via another quick nudging, he turned to see that Buffy had dealt with the last demon, which was now dying of blood loss, the knife having found contact with its stomach. Well, wasn’t that just an annoying break from whatever they had been talking about? Almost any kind of fight was good for Spike, but these things just died too quickly and the fun was lost for him. The vampire returned to her side to collect his blade, nodding at her thanks before tucking the knife back into the depths of his leather coat. Though looking a bit more tired, the Slayer did still seem in good spirits, so he didn’t ask after her, even though he was sorely tempted to. At her request to find her stake, Spike scanned the ground near them but soon shrugged with a little, “Not ‘round here.” and began to move to grab the corpse of the demon that Buffy had stabbed. He didn’t mind doing clean up and it would cover more ground. Perhaps he would find the stake for her in the meantime. Buffy appeared to be busy thinking anyway. The blond Brit wasn’t sure exactly why she was staring off into space, but he’d give her some time to collect her thoughts. He was busy lugging the bloody corpse over to one of the others to start a little pile. He’d probably wrap them up in some tarp and throw the lot into the nearby river. That was the problem with fighting demons as compared to vampires. You couldn’t let a demon corpse blow away neatly in the wind. Of course, that was kind of weird for a vampire to be thinking about, but Spike was a weird vampire anyway. He gave a short glance back to the Slayer as she began to recall where they had left off their conversation. Pulling the last Footman’s corpse on top of the other two, Spike wiped off his hands on the front of his duster, and turned back to Buffy, not able to keep a kind of defeated look out of his eyes. What exactly was there to disagree about? There was no way him staying at the Boarding House would be good for any of them. But he held his tongue, knowing that what she was saying was difficult for her. She once said she was tired of defensiveness and mixed signals, but with their history, giving up such things was easier said than done. They could trust completely each other out on a battlefield, but when it came to talking with her, suddenly a bit of that trust drained away. Hearing that she missed him was comforting, but half of him was suspicious as to why. ”Erm,” Spike attempted to respond, but the words just stopped running in his head for a second. Suddenly it felt as if he had a lot to say, but nothing came in response to her telling him that she missed him. So, he went with the one thing he could still think of, “Thanks.”Wandering back closer, the vampire raked his fingers through his hair, unsure exactly what to say or where this should go. There were just too many facets attached to a multitude of problems and it would be easiest just to drop it, see if the Slayer wanted to go to the grill with him and catch up on what had been happening in the last few months. But he couldn’t convince himself to go that route, and instead looked to Buffy, ”Listen. As nice as it would be to have one big, happy Scooby family, it’s not possible. You and Kath and everyone deserve to put the past behind. And that’s not gonna happen if I’m around.” Spike gave a short sigh began to chew on his lip a bit. If there was a time to get everything out, why not now? He’d probably regret it later, but he’d also be drinking later, so that went hand in hand, ”You know I still love you. It’s not the same love as it was, but it’s… it’s not something that just goes away. But the way things stand, I can’t… I don’t know what to do.”+++ TAGS: Buffy WORD COUNT: 736 NOTES: Please don't smack him in the face... lol. |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 20, 2012 15:49:19 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Most women would be offended that this attractive blonde vampire said 'thanks' to her statement about missing him. Most women would get huffy and irritated and upset about the fact that he didn't bow down and declare his undying love for her...or at least say that he missed her too. Buffy however wasn’t most girls. She understood that he may not miss her…and even if he did…it was difficult for him to express that emotion. Spike hadn’t always been closed off to her, at least not after they got to know one another…however things had changed…things were different…there were no factors involved.
There were different people involved.
Hearing his statement about not being able to move on with him around she held up her hand, needing him to stop. “Spike…stop.” She told him, her voice soft but it had a strength to it that would force even the toughest solider to stop and listen to what she had to say. “You say that we can’t all move on from the past with you around…we can’t move on with the past with any of us around to be honest. The only way that any of us could completely get over the past is if we all split up. Willow, Xander, Dawn, Me, You, Angel, Faith, Kathy, Doyle, Giles… they are all a part of that past. We can’t get over it…we can’t move on from it…because the past is what brought us all together…and I don’t regret any of it. I can’t regret any of it. Everyone that I just mentioned…is a part of my family.” She told him, before letting out a whisper. “And I love my family.”
Hearing his words she wanted to cry, because she had a feeling that he still didn't get it. She had told him the truth before he had literally blown up Sunnydale thanks to a crystal that none of them had known what it would do. He had denied what she said...and she had never been given the time or the place to rebut his denial...so now was the time. She needed to make him see, to make him understand...how she really felt.
Walking over so that she was standing directly in front of him, she caressed his cheek for a moment before gripping his hand, maneuvering it so that they were in the exact same place that they had been when his hand had been on fire in Sunnydale. “There is a lot of things that you don’t know. So you need to listen while I say them…because I’ve never been able to before.” Her eyes bored into his, refusing to look away. “Back home…in Sunnydale…I was afraid Spike. I was afraid of the way that I felt about you…because it came close to what I feel for Angel. It wasn’t all the way there…but it was close. I felt more for you than I ever did for Riley…and that scared me. I wasn’t in a place that I could admit that… I didn’t want to admit that. Because it would be me admitting that I wasn’t destined to have a real relationship with a normal guy…that I felt more for vampires…who I was supposed to kill…than someone who I could have a future with.” She told him, knowing that she was probably opening a whole can of worms that should have remained shut but knowing that she needed to get it out.
“I told you the truth, that day that you blew the town up. I did love you…A part of me still does.” She whispered.
I love you.
No, you don't. But thanks for saying it.
“You told me that I didn’t…and I never corrected you…because you gave me an out…and as much as I tote about being brave…I am a coward when it comes to that…when it comes to you. I can tell Willow that she’s my best friend and that I love her. I can tell Dawn how I would die for her. I can tell Angel that I’m in love with him…yet you…you challenge me. You always have. And I don’t want to lose that. I told Angel about us…about everything that happened between us. I told him how I felt about you…he knows…and while he doesn’t like it…he knows he has no room to talk.” She told him, hoping that she was coming out clearly rather than just rambling on like she had a tendency to do.
“You know he asked me…back in Sunnydale…if I was in love with you. He saw it then.”
Are you in love with him?
Is it your business?
Are you going to come here and go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?
Aha! Boyfriend.
He's not. But...he is in my heart.
She could remember how it felt to say it to Angel...like a betrayal...but at the same time...slightly freeing.
“I’ll tell you the same thing that I told him. You’re in my heart Spike. And I don’t want to lose any more people that I love. You’re right…it’s not the same as it was…and I can’t find myself to regret that because you know that I’m in love with Angel… but that doesn’t mean that I want to watch you walk away.” She stated, a tear rolling down her cheek. This was the most open that she had ever been with Spike and a part of her felt relieved by that…yet the other part felt guilty that she had never told him all of this before. “You say you don’t know what to do…well then answer me this…do you want to lose me…even as just a friend? Because I don’t want to watch you walk away. But if that’s what you need to do…I’ll let you. I’m not going to beg and cry and force you to stay…but I will ask you…you are a part of this family. Whether you think you are or not…you are still a part of us.”
Word Count:: 1,029
Tag:: Spike!
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
Note:: I think what she did was the exact opposite of hitting him in the face. Lol. She’s PMSing and is all weepy. Haha
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Post by williamspikepratt on Aug 26, 2012 2:53:43 GMT -6
The vampire felt his voice hitch as Buffy half-ordered him to stop. She wasn’t the ‘General’ of her women warrior’s troop for nothing, after all, and even if Spike hadn’t programmed himself long ago to obey her wishes, the Slayer’s tone pinned him down and forced him to pause. Hell, even her little sister had some kind of genetically passed ability to make him listen. And so, listen is what he did, and he found he really could make no arguments against what she said. He had been there, seen Willow go through her addictions to dark magic, was the victim of Giles’ hushed dealings, and of course, Spike himself had hurt or nearly hurt a lot of the people on that list. And yet, still the Scoobies survived. But instead of hope springing eternal, the blond vamp felt a weighty sadness in his chest. Family? Even if he was a part of the family, it seemed that one person or another was always throwing Spike to the fringes of that intimate circle, just to have Buffy take him by the hand and lead him back into it again. Honestly, the girl was crazy. With what she put up with from the various people in her life—betrayal and attempted murder and worse—you think she’d have lost trust in people. But she was steadfast and loyal, even when she really didn’t have a good reason to be. Spike wished he was a normal fellow who could have taken her words and let them warm his heart, but instead, he was resistant, and the mixture of doubt and guilt made him cast his eyes down with a sigh. God, he was bad at these conversations. Though as the familiar warmth of her fingers glanced along his cheekbones, his gaze flicked back up. The vampire neither leaned into her touch, nor flinched away from it, but it was still a welcomed gesture. He kept his silence, knowing the Slayer had more to say, but his eyes spoke of a certain type of yearning and a great deal of terror all at the same time. For better or worse, Spike still craved the blond Slayer’s affection, wanted to know she cared, even if it conflicted with what was the ‘smart’ thing to do. When she took his hand, the position automatically brought him back to the Hellmouth, the searing pain of the flames consuming him. And he felt pain this time too, but it came from the tension in his entire form, as if his body was bracing himself for whatever Buffy was going to tell him. What he got he was absolutely unprepared for. Sure, he knew Buffy could speechify a lot. He understood that she probably had many things bottled up that needed to come out. Spike just hadn’t expected it to be any of this, and a small part of the back of his head urged him to tear away from her hold and run. Perhaps it was more of a gut reaction, since the typical thing Buffy talked about in frank direct terms was how she didn’t or couldn’t or shouldn’t have any feelings for him. Right before the destruction of Sunnydale, they had more or less agreed to leave the meaning of their feelings for each other undefined, an unknown point somewhere between friend and lover, and spoke in vague, coded terms that kept them from revealing any true feelings. And now, here the Slayer was, just putting everything out on the table. And Spike hated it. And he loved it. And he was confused by it. Not by the liking vampires part, he’d figured that way before she did, but rather how she could say all of this. Why now? What was the spark? Why did Angel have to be the bloody benchmark by which he earned the silver medal? It was just frustrating and unfair to him that Buffy could somehow say everything and yet Spike felt like he had nothing to reply with. Well, of course, save a dash of misleading sarcasm, ”Gee, you make it sound so poetic. The bards and muses will speak for eons of how Spike ‘blew the town up.’” And nothing was said in reply to the emotional part of it. He couldn’t handle that. Yeah, he knew it made him a hypocrite to want to express his feelings to Buffy and then drown out what she wanted to say, but listening to her go on about this was agonizing. The truth stung. It was so much easier to pretend that she merely tolerated him, made it easier to back away from her and let others take what used to be his ties to the Slayer. The Slayer continued anyway, and Spike stood there and took it in, being patient for her, letting her say what she needed to say. He gave a little seethe in response to the fact that her boy now knew everything. He guessed he should have known better than to expect her to hide things from Angel, but still, it gave his sire a vast arsenal of weapons to thrash him with. The physical fight that was going to occur eventually was a different matter, but Spike wasn’t really fancying having Angel go through every horrible mistake Spike had ever made. The blond Brit’s discomfort was probably pretty obvious by now, his eyebrows knitted and chin tucked back while he looked up to meet her eyes, ”Don’t you think that means something? That we’re both scared to death of what we feel?” His words paused for a moment as he let a painful swallow tense his throat, ”We can’t walk on eggshells for the rest of eternity. We’ll just end up resenting the hell out of each other and I can’t live with that.” But despite his reservations, he let the Slayer go on with her confession, ”I hate to say it, love, but you’re already crying.” Spike muttered, the ache in his chest twisting harder at the sight of her tears. God, why couldn’t he take her up in his arms for a second, or reach out to dry her cheek? Well, of course, it was because if she rejected him, it would crush the blond vamp. With another soft sigh, he did the only thing he could; reply to her words, ”I’m not walking away. I’m just… stepping back. I’ll be there if you need me, but truth is, you just don’t need me so much. You can say I’m part of something, but I don’t have a place or purpose there anymore. This, us, whatever we’re to become—it doesn’t work. Not like this.” He let his hand slip out of hers and backed away a step or two, hoping his withdrawal didn’t hurt her too much, ”I’m gonna head to the pub. If we’re going to keep talking like this, I need a stiff drink.”+++ TAGS: Buffy WORD COUNT:1,155 NOTES: Aw, poor Buffy. Spike is really bad at this. This post took me forever to write. |
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