::Open:: Here We Go

[Buffy Anne Summers]

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She could see that she wasn't getting through to him before she even finished speaking. She knew that he wasn't the one to allow her to drag him back into the thick of things unless the situation at hand was dire and in need of the 'all hands on deck' approach. She knew that even if he bailed out on her request for him to come back to the family so to speak that if she ever needed him that he would be there in a flash...but that's not what she wanted. She wanted him to be there because he wanted to be...not because he was needed to stop something or another.

She could feel his reaction though he tried to hide it. Her speech surprised him...something that didn't surprise her. She knew that she had never truly admitted her feelings to the blonde vampire as she had been afraid of them in Sunnydale. She was still a tiny bit afraid of them however having Angel back in her life caused her to have to take a good hard look at herself. She knew that nothing and no one would ever measure up to the way that she felt about Angel. He was her soul-mate...the man that she was supposed to be with...and yet she still felt something for Spike. She still felt a whole lot for Spike...what did that mean? Recently any time that she had felt conflicted she had gone to angel about it...knowing that she could lean on him in whatever way she needed.

This however was not one of those times. He was already very unhappy about Spike as subject period...add to that her conflicting feelings and yeah...wouldn't end well for any of them. We're talking murder murder suicide kind of thing here...without knowing who would be the last one standing before the suicide.

Okay, so she was being a tiny bit morbid...whatever.

Glaring at his sarcasm and his outwardly refusal to say anything at all about her declarations she fought the urge to hit him upside the head...hard. She thought back to when she and Angel had fought recently and how she had quite literally cracked his skull open in her anger. Yeah, she sort of wanted to do that to Spike now. The thought definitely had merit and depending on the next several minutes went she might just use that thought and put it into action. He'd never see it coming...or if he did he probably wouldn't be able to stop her. Sure it was violent...but she had asked Xander one time if she always went to violence and she hadn't really gotten an answer...so she guessed that meant that was what she was good at…maybe the only true thing she was good at it. She knew that it was likely that she had only been put on this earth in order to stick wood in vampires because that’s what she was made for… and she accepted that.

No matter how depressing of a thought that it might be.

Folding her hands over her chest in order to stave away the cold that had settled there she squinted at him. "Since when have you been afraid of any of it Spike?" She asked him, her voice growing louder though she wasn’t yelling. "You weren't afraid of it when you begged me to talk to you. You weren't afraid after the first time we kissed and you essentially stalked me, making me see my feelings when I wanted to hide from them!" She told him angrily. "You weren't afraid the night that you held me and told me that I was the one! So how the hell can you take the coward's way out now and say you are afraid? Because since when has that ever been the case in any of this?" She asked him, her voice breaking on the last word.

"We won't walk on eggshells for eternity Spike...because I won't be around that long. I'm lucky to have made it this far...or have you forgotten?" She asked him bitterly, her voice showing that she clearly didn't think that she was lucky to have made it this far. Spike had been really the only one to know how broken she had been after being ripped out of heaven. He had been the only one that she had confided in...one of the many things that she couldn't stand to lose.

Hearing his last statement she closed her eyes, wiping the tears away angrily. "You don't have a purpose? I think you do Spike. You're my best friend. Hell I'm closer to you...or at least I was before I made a collasal mess out of everything, than I am to Willow or to Xander or any of my other friends. I can tell you things that I can't tell them...and I know you won't coddle me. You'll give me the facts and not sugar coat them...something that everyone else tends to do." She stated before feeling him withdraw from her.

She had truly lost him...and that thought hit her to the core. "Fine." She stated, turning her back on him and heading in the opposite direction. The tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew she couldn't go home like this...so she guessed it was back to her stone cold apartment alone once more. Maybe that was how she should be.

Maybe the slayer should always be alone.

Word Count:: 928
Tag:: Spike!
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
Note:: We can end this here or we can keep going. Completely up to you love!

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[williamspikepratt]

This conversation was not working out so well. Spike wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for Buffy to do, but it really wasn’t his intention to piss her off and make her frustrated. But he wasn’t giving the Slayer her way, so a bit of irritation on her part was to be expected. And he felt a bit of those same feelings rise up in him as she rebuked him for his cowardice. He clenched his jaw for a second but then could only give a terse sigh and mutter, ”That’s always been the case in this.” God, he didn’t want to have to give proof of that, considering that it would have to delve into the squicky details of when he had obsessed most over her. She knew about some off it, but not everything, nor did he ever want her to know everything. Stealing her clothes, talking to a mannequin version of her and finally the Buffybot… Dear Lord, what a creeper he had been. Without a soul, he had just wanted the easiest, closest thing he could get to her, no matter how deviant it was. Maybe that wasn’t being afraid, but it certainly hadn’t been brave in any respect. He shut those thoughts out as quickly as he could and admitted, ”When it mattered, or when you let me, what I felt for you was bigger than the fear.”

But she wasn’t done refuting him yet, and though Spike didn’t want it to, his ire was starting to burn up inside of him, regardless of how he tried to douse it. The vamp cocked his head a little and his lip automatically curled into a slight sneer, ”Well, maybe if you didn’t throw yourself into every death infested situation you could find, your life expectancy would go up a bit. Buffy, whether you’re supposed to be here or not, you can’t just throw yourself away. I know a thing or two about Slayers, and you’re the one who broke every rule and you’re still here because of it. So if you’re feeling a bit tuckered out, instead of trying to off yourself, you can delegate. I mean, look at you. Letting little fresh-faced vamps run off. You’re being sloppy and it’s ‘cause you’re running yourself ragged.”

”Stop it,” Though he knew it wouldn’t work, the blond vampire tried to command her tears to stop with a soft, slightly chiding voice. Mostly he wanted to stop feeling like such a jerk. But that really wasn’t going to happen either, considering he had decided he was being a jerk. A truthful one, but a tosser nonetheless. Because something he had done had convinced the Slayer that his self-banishment had been because of what she’d done… and that was not the case, ”You did stupid things, a lot of God awful stupid things, but I left because you asked for a ceasefire. What do you think’s gonna happen if I come back? Are you willing to deal with the aftermath of that?” Well, at least she was right about one thing. He’d never say anything but the truth, no matter how harsh it was.

Sometimes it was too harsh though, and before he knew it, what he thought was an invitation had sent the girl in the other direction. ”Buffy!” He called after her, and before she had a chance to respond, Spike pressed all the speed he could through himself and in a blur he was in front of her, and tried to catch both of her shoulders so that she couldn’t turn from him. Once again, he was being selfish and a hypocrite, but this had started and he didn’t want it to end this way, ”No. No, not fine.”

Though he had tried to keep from being too impassioned, it was a battle that Spike was steadily losing. It wasn’t as if he could keep his emotions hidden from Buffy anyway. All she had to do was catch his gaze and she knew everything he was thinking. So he might as well spill his thoughts out while he had the chance, ”That night is still the best thing I’ve ever had. The closest I’ve ever been with anyone,” Once again, he could feel his throat constrict, his form tense with the worry that whatever he said was just going to make things worse, ”And I never wanted to give that up. But you made a choice. You chose the one person in the world who sees me as the bastard child of all the evil he’s done. For decades, it’s been oil and water with us, and that’s never going to change. And if he makes you happy… then I can’t do a thing about it. I’m the one who has to step out. ‘Cause if I don’t, there will be a price. And you're the one who's gonna have to pay it.”

The vampire loosened his grip to just hold one of her shoulders, now just having his hand rest there rather than trying to limit her movement, ”Come on. Share one drink with me. Bottle of Shiraz. No tears, no agendas, wherever you want. And I will be… less of a wanker. Promise.” He looked for something, some sign of approval in her eyes, "Please."

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TAGS: Buffy
WORD COUNT: 882
NOTES: Spike's too stubborn to leave it there... silly boy.

[Buffy Anne Summers]

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She didn’t know what to say to him at this rate. Hearing his comment about what he felt for her hit her right in the gut. She knew he was right and that made her feel even worse. There had been a time that he had tried to be there for her and she had pushed him away. Hell that had happened more times than once that she had pretty much laughed in his face when he confessed his feelings…yet then she had the right to get mad when he took matters into his own hands so to speak? The Buffy Bot still creeped her out she wasn’t going to lie but still, what did she expect? He had been soul-less at the time and while yes she could admit that Spike had always been a bit different than most vampires, he had still been a soul-less one.

Okay, now she was pissed off. How dare he say these things to her? "Excuse me?!" She asked him, completely outraged. "In case you've forgotten, I've died twice Spike...technically three times if it wouldn't have been for Willow on a dark magic trip who pulled the bullet out of me, but I digress. I've died not because I've thrown myself into every life and death situation that I could...I've died because that's what a slayer does! We live in the dark and we fucking die! I died saving the damn world...because no one else could. And yet you were there for me when I needed ot delegate so to speak...and yet now you're walking away...for no good reason." She stated with a glare, her hands on her hips.

"What aftermath? I have no idea why you are so against it! I asked you for space because I needed to figure out what the hell I was doing. Things have settled down now. I know that you're mad at me for what I did...I understand that. I know that what I did was stupid...was awful in a lot of ways...but it's done. I can't take it back...I hurt a lot of people, and more would be hurt if they knew...but that doesn't mean you walk away. You wanna fight, let's fight. You wanna kick my ass? Go for it. I just want this to be over! As for the aftermath? Who's gonna care? Angel? He'll get over it. It's not like you and I are racing into the bedroom Spike! I want my friend back...not my lover. I have Angel and god knows how much I love him...we all know that. But that doesn't mean that he can be my everything...because he can't." She stated, taking a deep breath to try and explain how she felt though she doubted he would want to know.

"Spike when Angel left me, I was so completely lost because he had been my everything. He had been my best friend, my confidant, my boyfriend, my shoulder when I needed someone to cry on...he was everything and then he was just gone. I can't afford that again. We have our separate lives and then we have our life together, or at least the one we're trying to build. I need balance or else I'll end up a shell of the person I've become...and that's not okay with me." She stated before shaking her head. "That's not the point though. Didn't you work with Angel for almost a year in Los Angeles after Sunnydale blew up? So why are you avoiding it?" She asked, though a part of her knew the answer. She knew there would be a fight between the two eventually over the things that she had told him...not really wanting to think about it she shook her head, waiting to hear his thoughts.

Unfortunately nothing was having an effect on him so she turned around and walked away, not being able to stand the fighting any longer.

Feeling his hands on her shoulders she slowly turned around to face him, her face weary at the thought of what else could be possibly be said. Hearing his words she could almost feel his loneliness and for a moment she thought about embracing him but that had never been the way they communicated so she refrained. She wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that Angel didn't feel that way, but she would be lying. She knew that Angel hated him...because he reminded him of everything that Angelus had done. "How the hell did you two work together if you hate each other so much? I don't understand." She stated with a frustrated sigh.

Hearing his almost plea she thought about denying him but decided against it, figuring that maybe they could get everything worked out. "Fine, but I have no idea what a bottle of shiraz is...so I'm taking a couple shots and that's it." She told him with a small smile, but it was something at least.

Word Count:: 843
Tag:: Spike!
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
Note:: Hahahaha, Buffy good because I really like this thread.

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[williamspikepratt]

It would have taken a colder, harder man not to flinch when Buffy Summers raised her voice in rage. Maybe if he didn’t care about her good opinion of him, Spike would have given her a glowering look, but he was a bit helpless in this case and just let her make her points. Though as soon as she finished, he had to argue back. Even without his naturally aggressive nature, Spike couldn’t let the Slayer think of herself that way. And though it was tempting to just scream back at her, he managed to speak with only a slightly tensed voice, ”It’s not like that anymore. You’ve got, what, hundreds of little Slayerettes? I’m pretty sure you didn’t recruit ‘em with, ‘You’re gonna die alone in the shadows’. It’s true. You were the only one who could save the world. But now, you’re the only one who can lead them. They lose you, and it all crumbles. They need you. We all need you.” And though he probably should have said something about his role in the grand scheme of the never ending fight, he was sure that Buffy knew he’d be there whenever she called.

But instead he just listened to the Slayer’s further counter-arguments. In most cases, Spike would have gladly talked over just about anyone, especially when the words being thrown at him were this inflammatory and personal. As much as he wanted to interject, he had to agree that he just wanted this to be over and contradicting Buffy was not the way to get there. It certainly made the blond Brit uneasy to go over some of her points, giving her a slightly disgruntled look halfway through her speech which clearly read, ‘I know, but why do you have to bring it up?’ He really couldn’t explain why talking about that was so difficult for him, considering that normally he was completely unabashed about sex and love, and often knew what he was talking about concerning them. But then again, this was Buffy. The rules changed around her. Maybe it was that she said she wanted her friend back, and he had no idea what that really meant. So he was smart for once and kept his mouth shut.

Though it was annoying to listen to her feelings on Angel, a surge of empathy went through Spike and he finally broke his silence, ”I know. I know exactly how that feels.” Because Dru had been his entire world, and then she had left him. And then he only lived for his fixation on the Slayer before him and then she gave her life to save the world and her little sister. Although it didn’t seem like they were going to talk about that for so long, since Buffy changed the subject back to why he was avoiding the eventual conflict with his Grandsire. It took a moment for him to get past his reservations, but he knew that she didn’t want him dancing around the answers anymore, so after a soft seethe, he let himself speak, ”L.A. was different. If we were back there, we’d have smashed each other’s faces in, Percy would have eventually scolded us into stopping and life would have continued. But here, there are things far too precious that might break if something wrong happened. I mean… I saw your eyes when he talked about… that. I just can’t have you remember that. And don’t you dare try to talk about it; I won’t do it. I couldn’t… I can’t bear it.” And somewhere within his ramblings, things broke down.

After catching up with her, a bit of guilt crept into Spike. Seeing her hesitance just made him wonder if he should just let her go. He didn’t seem to be doing anything right nor convince her of much, but he moved past that. After all, she had kind of repeated her question from before. How exactly did Angel and Spike, bitter rivals to the last manage to put their differences aside to become allies? The blond vampire gave a small shrug, ”At first, I couldn’t leave those stuffy offices of his. So I made the most of it and made some friends and got my kicks annoying the hell out of him.” He tried not to cackle at the thought of pestering Angel, and mostly managed to only let a small grin slip through. But soon enough, he was back to a more somber note, ”But afterwards… Well, the world’s more complicated than ‘I don’t like you’. First off, we did what we had to… fighting for good and justice and apple pie and such. And second, it suited us. I liked being in the rush of the action, he liked that I was expendable. And we know each other… a little too well sometimes. Well, we were practically family for twenty some odd years, so that’s not so surprising. We bickered and had pissing contests, but it was his call to get me out of the scrapes I got into… I guess… I don’t know. Maybe hate’s too strong of a word… or least it was.”

The vampire mirrored her smile and with a soft chuckle, he let his hand fall from her shoulder and began to walk towards the most direct path to the local bar, ”Shiraz is a wine, pet, so you’d be taking sips of it. I can be classy… when I want to. But if you’re craving something in a shot glass, by all means…”

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TAGS: Buffy
WORD COUNT: 921
NOTES: I think they can talk on the way to the bar as well, so I left it open :3

[Sam Michael Winchester]

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Ahhh, that's the spot.

After successfully sucking the energy out post office carrier, she let him drop to the ground. It seemed that he was quite disorientated which considering his brain was now mush wasn't that big of a surprise. Outstretching her arms over her head she yawned. She really needed to get some more minions. That pesky and horribly dressed little slayer had killed most of hers. It was a shame really because she'd grown quite attached to Jinx. He was a complete imbecile, but the way he worshipped her forced her to let some things slide by. Nonetheless she'd obtain some more once she got more settled in to this wretched town they called Richmond. The humans had such low standards...

Earlier that day she'd arrived into town and had settled into a large mansion. Of course she would only stay in the best of the best. When the post office carrier had come to deliver the mail of the previous inhabitants, she'd taken him into the mansion and left him to stew while she went out and got some new outfits. Later she'd found that after all of he shopping, or more or less taking, she needed a bit of a boost. Walking over to the mirror in her master bedroom, she fluffed up her hair and fixed her lipstick so that it was absolutely flawless. With this, she exited the home and went on her search for the slayer.

After the slayer had foiled her last plans, Glory had found herself in a god awful dimension. Her vessel, Ben, had perished. Her spirit however had been lifted to what she'd thought would have been her home. However she was terribly wrong. So after nearly three years in human time, she'd found herself back on Earth. However upon going back to Sunnydale..she'd only found a large hole in the Earth. It took her awhile to locate the slayer but once she had, she'd made it her mission again to find that pesky little kid sister of the blonde's. Thus far she hadn't seen the key but she knew where the slayer went, the sister was sure to follow.

Where other than a cemetery to look for the slayer? Strolling through the shadows, she soon found her way into the back of the cemetery after following voices. It was none other than the slayer and...by golly, the same vampire whom had protected the key the last time. Tsk, tsk...this simply won't do. Before either of them had noticed her, she went behind the both of them seemingly silently. "Hey sweet cheeks" she said, announcing her presence. As the slayer and the vampire turned to meet her...she met them first. Reaching out, she grabbed the slayer with one hand by the neck and tossed her to the side. With a deafening thud, the slayer hit the concrete and slumped to the ground. Turning her attention the vampire she tilted her head as she looked at him.

"I thought you said he wasn't your boyfriend?" she called back out to Buffy in a serious tone. "Don't you know I hate being lied to?" With this she sent her arm straight out to the vampire's chest, aiming to knock him back into the tombstone behind them. Brushing off her amazing red dress, she turned with her hands on her hips to look back at the woman on the ground. "Honey, what did I tell you about your outfits? Your hips look huge" she asked, an evil smirk spreading across her features. She had sure missed this...

Word Count:: 628
Tag:: Buffy and Spike
Outfit::Click to see Glory's outfit
Note:: Aww, she missed you guys.

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[Buffy Anne Summers]

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Clearly he wasn't understanding why she was thinking the way that she was. Or maybe he did understand it...and he just didn't like it. Either way she felt like she had nothing to say in response because as much as she hated it, he was right. The only other person in the world who could truly lead the girls was Faith...and she had admitted that she didn't want the responsibility. A different person might have flung back at Faith that she didn't quite want the responsibility either but she was stuck with it so why didn't Faith have to share some of the burden...however she refrained. She understood that the two were different and she felt obligated to be there for the girls in order to help them out...while Faith would help if she wanted too...but didn't want to have to lead them.

I'm looking at you, everything you have, and I don't know, jealous. Then there I am, everybody's looking to me, trusting me to lead them, and I've never felt so alone in my entire life. Yeah. And that's you, every day, isn't it? I love my friends, I'm very grateful for them. But that's the price. Being a slayer.

Her words echoed in her mind today as she let that one slide, refusing to rise to the bait and tell him that he was wrong, because in reality, he wasn’t. No one else could lead them…no one else should have to lead them. This was her penance…this was her responsibility…no one else’s.

She tilted her head, confused. "Who the hell is Percy?" She asked with a tilt of her head, her blonde hair moving as she did. She didn't often understand his British lingo but this one took the cake. She refused to say anything upon the subject of what he had touched on. She knew it was a taboo subject for both of them and while she would never forget it, she had forgiven him a long time ago. The problem was that he would never forgive himself...and neither would Angel. She opened her mouth to say something smart in response to something, whether it be to the statements about Los Angeles and how he and angel dealt with one another, or whether it be about wanting a shot or two...or six...but a voice behind her caused her muscles to freeze, her entire body to tense up, and her breath to catch.

She knew that voice...and that knowledge scared her more than she would ever admit.

She turned around slowly, praying that she wa simply going mad and not facing...nope...she wasn't going mad. Unless Spike was having the same hallucination by the look on his face. She briefly wondered if it was the first...as it wouldn't be the first time it had mimicked someone in order to mess with her. However before she could even dwell on that for too long, she was picked up by her neck and thrown across the cemetery, her head smashing into a headstone with a deafening sound. The only thought that registered within her mind for several moments was the disappointment that it wasn't the first.

Pretty bad when she preferred The First Evil to this insane hell god.

Groaning as she tried to stand, her head was pounding and she knew she was going to be black and blue in the morning, she glared at the comment about her hips. "Well you know what they say, better to look a bit big in the hips than like a twelve year old boy. Have you seen yourself in that dress? My twelve year old cousin has better curves." She told her, knowing she was probably opening herself up to get her ass kicked but yeah, not caring in the moment. If she was going to get beat, might as well be punning away like always while she did it.

Word Count:: 678
Tag:: Spike!
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
Note:: LOVE GLORY! Also this is so short but I was too excited to wait to post! Lol

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[williamspikepratt]

Sometimes Spike’s inability to give up even when the chips were down had good effects. What had been liable to become a screaming match or a fistfight was slowly turning into a conversation. A more or less pleasant, average conversation, where the tension was coming out of their shoulders and both of them had acquiesced to the other’s points on various subjects. A little truce was building, as it were. And, though it was a bit awful to admit, this edging to more casual talk felt more reassuring than anything the Slayer had said before. Words were words, and actions certainly spoke louder. The fact that she was still listening, agreeing to walk by his side and was planning to just have nice conversation over a drink was the best thing Spike could ask for.

The vamp gave a bit of a self-conscious chuckle, ”Ah… that’s Wesley. He was head boy like Percy from.. erm… you know, that one book.” Even if he had gotten a bit more touchy-feely than usual, Spike was certainly not going to let Buffy make fun of him for watching soap operas and reading children’s fiction. Even though he liked both Passions and Harry Potter, Spike did want to maintain a certain aura of toughness about him. He liked to think he had something of a reputation, after all, ”He’s not around to nanny us anymore though. Went out…” But he paused as soon as the Slayer did, his ears also pricking to a voice that immediately caused the vamp’s jaw to lock up. Just what they needed.

He didn’t know how they had both missed this cherry colored hell bitch popping up behind them, and for a second, Spike was convinced it had to be some kind of spell or spirit to screw with them. Though that was quickly disproven by Buffy sailing through the air and landing headfirst into a gravestone. Out of the corner of his eye, he was relieved to see her standing, albeit shakily, but with the frizzy-haired goddess’ eyes now pinned on him, Spike figured he could let the Slayer take care of herself. Without even thinking, the vamp shifted into his true visage, wanting every drop of power he could muster, and while he thought he could catch her a bit off guard, he moved to attack.

Unfortunately, Spike’s typical bravado ended up getting him a chestful of arm, and he was sent sprawling until his back hit the cold slab of a headstone and with no footing, the Brit felt his knees give a bit and he soon wound up crouched in the grass. So much for the aura of toughness. He could feel the bruise already forming around his spine, but he pushed himself upright with a growl. It was almost as if this was destiny. As far as he could recall, every time Spike had tried to have a serious discussion with anyone, the next thing to happen to him was getting shot by a crossbow or someone dying to next day or a bleeding Hell God crawling out of whatever hole she’d been hiding in. Well, at least this one came with a fight. A fight he’d probably lose, but at least that was more fun than it being boring.

Ignoring what might have been a broken rib, Spike moved away from the Slayer, attempting to make Glory choose who to attack next by circling to her back. Even if it suited Spike at all, it was pretty clear that trying to be defensive wouldn’t do a thing against Glory’s strength, but maybe they had a chance in a pincer attack. Regardless, the blond vampire was listening in to the girl’s banter. It wasn’t really a subject he weighed in on too often, and he merely bared his fangs in a sneer, ”If you hens keep clucking about what the other’s wearing, we’ll be here the whole bloody night.”

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TAGS: Glory, Buffy
WORD COUNT: 655
NOTES: Back and ready to battle... or be beat up, either way.

[Sam Michael Winchester]

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The vampire's attempt to protect the slayer was actually kind of cute. In an annoyingly lame way. How did he possibly think he could harm Glory? It was nearly laughable. As the vampire fell back as well, she couldn't help but allow herself to release a low cackle. It was entertaining. Perhaps she'd postpone her time on Earth for a little while. After all, it'd be a lot of fun to see how many slayers she could kill in such a short amount of time. She'd heard of all the slayers being called to their birthright recently. She also knew that some of them were holed up in this dingy little town. Most would have fled from this town, not wanting to face the small army of goodie tooshoo's, but not Glory. It excited her beyond belief.

Another cackle came from her at Buffy's comment on her dress. For a brief moment she looked down at her dress and her shoes, then back up to the slayer. "Listen, Muffy the vampire layer" she began with a smirk. Hey, she just had to comment on it! A vampire and a slayer sleeping together? Ironic and hilarious at the same time. Not to mention completely and utterly disgusting. "My curves are impeccable. You on the other hand, have zip. Are you hiding anything at all in that sweat outfit? Disgusting" she told the slayer, beginning to strut her way over there. The slayer had a choice. She could stick around and die, or she could run like she always had in the past. Which of those she chose to do didn't matter much to Glory. After all, the blonde annoyed her, but her kid sister was what she was really here for.

However before she'd made it to the blonde the vampire spoke out at her. Spinning around to face him, her heels slightly stuck into the grass. A small smirk began to crawl against her face. "Oh, don't worry. I won't be long. I've already lost precious time I'll never get back tonight"

[/color] she said, watching as he circled her like some kind of predator. It was truly laughable how he thought this might actually work. How he really thought he could harm her. Hadn't she shown before that he couldn't? God, it wasn't as if she hadn't tortured him before.

Deciding not to wait, she cut him off on his last circle and simply stood in front of him. One of her hands reached out to his throat. However she didn't throw him just yet. Instead she just held him, slowly squeezing him more and more. Now she knew he didn't need to breathe. She wasn't stupid, after all. However she also knew that if she squeezed much harder she might possibly pop his brain. Her head tilted to the side. "Baby, I'm gonna squeeze you until you pop and your insides spray all over your girlfriend. Sound fun?"[/color] she asked with a maniacal laugh. Her laugh truly sounded insane at this moment. "Honestly sweetie, it'll only improve your outfit."[/color] The harder she squeezed, the further her smile spread across her face. If he wanted to he could probably flail his legs at her, but she doubted that he actually would. In the background the slayer was making headway towards her but she ignored her for now. After all, it wasn't as if she could inflict any real damage to her. Since she'd just gotten energy before coming here, she was ready for anything. Now, if only to find out where the kid sister was...

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She stood up slowly, thinking for a brief moment that if this was a cartoon she would have those little birdies flying around her head and a dazed look on her face. Unfortunately this wasn't a television show and she didn't have the time to wait until she felt better to go after this bitch. Her hands shook slightly, though she didn't know if it was from the adrenalin coursing through her body or the knowledge of if Glory was here, that meant she was looking for one thing...and that wasn't something she could even stand to handle at the moment.

Seeing Spike sailing through the hair caused her to realize that she had spent way too much time (which had only been a couple seconds but whatever) thinking and quickly got into her typical fighting stance. She knew that she was no match for Glory...none of them were really. She briefly wondered who the hell she was sharing a body with now since she knew Giles had killed Ben...she had found that out after she had been brought back. She knew that Giles wouldn't lie about that so who the hell was she sharing a body with? Could she kill another innocent person...whether they were sharing the body of the hell beast or not?

She didn't want to think about the answer.

Hearing Spike's comment about clucking like hens she bit her tongue to not say something back. She had so many comebacks but refused to rise to the bait, knowing that it would do absolutely no good. She quickly ran at the curly haired woman, kicking her in the stomach and feeling as if she was kicking steel. This was definitely not good. There was very little that they could do to her. She wished more than anything she had the Troll hammer that she had put in the storage unit that had been brought with them. Unfortunately she hadn't anticipated needing it tonight (nor did she really have any anticipation of needing it ever again) so had left it in the safe at the boarding house. Yeah, that was getting brought out of retirement if they made it out of this tonight...something she had a feeling wasn't going to be so easy.

Glory's comment about being a vampire layer should have pissed her off, but she really couldn't say anything about it. She had slept with two, technically three if you counted Angelus and Angel as separate people, vampires and only two regular guys...so yeah, she couldn't really dispute it. Though of course that didn't mean she wouldn't comment on it. "We're not sleeping together." She told her, knowing it was a bad comeback but really not being able to say much more. At least it was the truth, not that it mattered if she was telling the truth to the hell god or not but still, it was the truth. They weren't sleeping together... anymore. Throwing a punch at her face, she knew she was going to be a walking bruise the next morning. "Please, at least I'm proportionate. You have huge thighs, no stomach, and huge boobs. Didn't anyone ever tell you that more than a hand full is too much?" She asked.

Feeling herself being thrown back again she groaned as she hit another headstone, feeling it break behind her. Yep, she was not going to be pretty in the morning. Seeing Glory squeeze Spike's throat she jumped up and ran over, kicking her legs out from underneath her, causing her to let Spike go as they both fell. Yeah, she would pay for that but oh well. Grabbing Spike's arm she dragged him away, not far but far enough to where he wasn't on top of Glory. She slid back into her fighting stance, glaring at the women with more hatred than she had ever felt for anyone in her life. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, having a feeling she knew but praying she was wrong.

Word Count:: 679
Tag:: Spike!
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
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If he had the control, Spike would not have rolled his eyes at the catty banter, but he did. He loved a good trash talk, but this one… well, he felt like if he commented on anything both girls would throw him across the cemetery. Also, the second most brought up slam was Glory’s misconception about what he and the Slayer were, and Spike was not going to touch that with a ten foot pole. It was tempting to add a comment when Buffy attempted to set the Hell god straight, but there really wasn’t much for the blond vamp to say. Best to clam up about it and try to do his best to make sure that Buffy got out of this scrape with the least amount of damage as possible. The blond had never liked the idea of running to fight another day, but as far as he could tell, they didn’t have a leg to stand on. He and the Slayer were both stronger since their last bout with Glorificus, but, as the pain in his spine reminded him, it seemed it didn’t matter. He knew Buffy wouldn’t like it either, but for now, Spike was holding retreat as a viable option.

What was more of a surprise was that the hell bitch turned to his comment. He had been expecting her to be more focused on the Slayer, but this would work just fine. Buffy had more strength, could probably do more damage, though her previous attempts had failed. Looks like he would have to play the decoy, and maybe that way, Buffy could get some kind of hit in, ”What, do you have to get back to your stubby little mole-minions and watch The Price is Right?” The vamp spat with a curl in his lip, though the next thing he knew, his neck was caught in a vice-like grip. Spike’s hands automatically reached up and grabbed the hand on his throat, to try to weaken Glory’s hold, as futile as he knew it was. This wasn’t about crushing the windpipe, that didn’t matter. She was trying to make his head burst, a move that Spike had even done once or twice before his reform. And even though he didn’t need to breathe, it still hurt like hell to feel the muscle and skin start to give way under the pressure of her fingers.

”Been told that before.” He managed to grunt out in reply to ‘squeeze you ‘til you pop’… cause, frankly, he had been. Not the second part about his insides suddenly becoming outsides, but now really wasn’t the time to be pondering such things. The squeezing was becoming more painful and tighter and other than his hands on his attacker’s wrists, Spike was more or less a ragdoll, and he could feel something in his throat rip apart. That probably wasn’t good.

But through the haze that was starting to cover his eyes, he saw the form of the Slayer charging towards them, and suddenly he was crashing to the ground, only to be pulled from it again, back upright and next to Buffy’s side. All the nerves along Spike’s neck were still screaming with pain, but he remained on guard, pushing the desire to rub the bruises on his throat away. Instead, he scowled at Buffy’s question. It was typical of the Slayer to ask, but it was unlikely she’d get a straight answer. He was going to tell her as much and end with a little tag of ‘Let’s get’, but when he opened his mouth to speak, more pain shot through his throat and no sound managed to get through. That snapping must have been his vocal chords. Bloody hell, as if he needed any more aggravation. Regardless, he wasn’t sure that the Slayer would have actually taken his council on running quite yet. But as things looked, if they wanted to survive, they would probably have to.

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TAGS: Glory, Buffy
WORD COUNT: 659
NOTES: I couldn't think of anything for Spike to say, so I just had his larynx crushed. Sorry, Blondie Bear...

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Was this woman from the Prehistoric area? Who did she think she was running up and kicking people like this? Some people have no manners... Glory knew she'd started it. However she also knew that she was above these weaklings. A girl with superpowers from demons, dating a walking corpse? It was no doubt that they were below her and all three of them knew it. Whether or not they wanted to accept it was on them. They knew the truth just as Glory knew how damned good her outfit looked on her. Her dress squeezed in at all the right places and her shoes only lifted her behind even further than it already was. How dare she comment on Glorificus' outfit? She needed to be punished for her sins and she would be. Not sins in the literal sense since clearly Glory only kneed to herself as a god but the slayer had clearly done wrong. She'd pay. They all would when their world came crashing down on them.

Her eyes widened as the woman's foot smashed into her stomach. Next her jaw dropped as if she was emotionally hurt that Buffy had attacked her. It was a mock expression of course because she didn't have feelings, other than anger, but she did it for emphasis and slight enjoyment. While she didn't fall she did stumble back and even slightly hunch over at the hit. A small laugh erupted from her nonetheless. "That might have hurt more if you wore real shoes"

[/b] she told her, eyeing her ugly tennis shoes. Glory despised any shoe that didn't have a tall high heel. Honestly, she didn't feel like heel-less shoes were womanly. Although Buffy wasn't very womanly at all anyways...So it didn't matter much nonetheless.

Moving to the side and away from Buffy's punch, she dodged it just by an inch or so. The girl was fast. Unfortunately enough for her though, she wasn't as fast as Glorificus. "Good, because the thought of you two writhing around like dirty animals disturbs me."[/b] With this, she grabbed the slayer by the shoulders and held her close for a moment. Her eyes bored into the slayer's ugly blue eyes, simply observing her. Next her eyes moved to the slayer's pin straight hair and her head slightly tilted to the side as she observed it. "You poor thing. Your hair looks like straw! Let me rip it out for you" with a smile, she grabbed the blonde by the top of her hair and whipped her around it by it. The slayer then went flying through the hair, hair whipping through the hair, and crashed into another headstone with a loud thud.

"A hand full is too much? You don't even have half of a hand, what do they say about that?"[/b] The slayer made some noise and she couldn't be sure if it was actual words or not, being that she was currently suffering from another head injury. Her attention then turned back to the vampire, who she quickly scooped up in one hand. The god's head turned to eye him. "DON'T talk about my Jinxy like that."[/b] After saying this she squeezed him even tighter until she felt something crush underneath her grip. Probably his larynx, not a big thing in her book.

Feeling her knees buckle below her, she angrily tumbled to the ground. Within seconds she was back up and brushing off her dress. "Well, that was rude. If I have grass stains on my dress I'll --- nevermind, already going to kill you" she said with a smile. "You already know why I'm here sweetcheeks. Don't act like you don't"[/color] she told her with a twisted smirk. They all knew why she was here...the same reason she'd come to them last time.

She just wanted to go home.

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She could almost see the suggestion in Spike's eyes. They had tried to run before but it hadn't mattered...she had found them. Granted, it had been a stroke of ridiculous bad luck that she had found them since they had been the ones to call Ben...but still. Buffy had no doubts that given enough time Glory would have found them anyway so she knew that if they ran, she would follow. She knew that there was a good chance that she wouldn't walk away from this fight, but she was trying everything in her power to make sure that one of them did. Someone needed to warn the others, someone needed to make sure that Dawn got away. She would die for her sister, she had done it before, and she was more than willing to do it again.

She bit her lip to almost the point of it bleeding when Spike commented about the minions and the price is right. Her weird ass minions had always creeped her the hell out. They were disgusting and yet they doted on her, something that she didn't understand. She wasn't that pretty for god's sakes...and okay she really needed to focus. Glory had always been a sore point with her for more than one reason and she didn't really have time to analyze it now. Rolling her eyes when Glory clearly got pissed off and said something about not talking badly about her whatever the name she gave (she didn’t care enough to listen to it) also the fact that she had literally been thrown by her hair and her head was pounding might have something to do with it. Jesus they needed to get the hell out of here. She could almost guarantee that Glory had gotten a protein shake in the form of someone’s brain before coming here because she had fought her when she had been amped up and fought her when she had been down and this was definitely Glory 2.0.

She and Spike were both more experienced fighters now and both stronger, but neither apart nor together were they a match for her…and they all three knew that. Hell she doubted they would make a dent in the bitch if it was her, Spike, Faith, and Angel all together…and that thought scared her as she knew there was very little that could win against the four of them…even though they had never fought together as a four-some. Her mind went to the potentials that were currently walking around training. God she hoped none of them came across Glory. They would be crushed instantly and that thought strengthened her resolve to survive this in order to help those that she cared about.

Grabbing onto Spike she glared at the blonde haired woman. She had always been sensitive about the size of her breasts and wouldn't comment on it now. What was the point? She had definitely opened herself up to that comment and she knew it...hence her staying completely quiet. Luckily she had gotten a kick in and saw that when she fell to her knees for a brief moment. "You won't touch her." She sneered. She had a grip onto Spike’s arm that she hadn’t realized she hadn’t let go of when she had dragged him over to her. She let go of it and peered at him out of the side of her eye. It looked like he was having trouble speaking as he looked like he was in pain and frustrated. She figured she would ask later and focused solely on Glory. “"I will rip you apart before you come near my family."

Word Count:: 628
Tag:: Spike!
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
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[williamspikepratt]

For some reason, Spike thought the old adage ‘Out of the frying pan and into the fire’ fit aptly here. Or maybe it was even closer to ‘Out of the fire and into molten lava’. Either way, this was getting worse the longer they were here. Both in terms of the damage he and the Slayer were sustaining and the low blows the girls were hurling at each other were reaching new depths. It was hard enough for the vampire to reconcile about his past history with Buffy without having some infernal loon try to talk about them being together. He really couldn’t defend her or what they were, not if he didn’t want the Hell god to come back at them with another heaping pile of annoying jabber. So he kept his mouth shut, a decision he would regret later, funnily enough.

But when he did speak, bashing her little freaky vassals evidently enraged Glorificus pretty bad, enough to cause the massive damage in his throat. Had he been human, he’d probably have been dead or on his way out. But fortunately, even with the inside of his neck being a mess, Spike was doing just fine in any other department. Although with how hard Buffy was squeezing his arm, maybe that was going to go out of commission too. The Brit really couldn’t blame her though, since the same tension that fueled the Slayer’s anger was flowing through him as well. No one was going to be taken from him because of this bitch. Not again. But as much as Buffy could claim and try to pull the Hell bitch from limb to limb, everyone there knew it would be impossible to back up. Even together, it was more than likely he and the Slayer could both end up dead.

Spike racked his brain, trying to remember how he had survived the torture, how he had managed to escape her clutches before a stake found its way through his ribs. He had goaded her into throwing him near a window… or out the window, he couldn’t really recall and his throat starting to fill with blood wasn’t really helping. But that was it. Glory couldn’t be hit or overpowered, but she could be tricked sometimes. And her pride was certainly her downfall. But without his words, what exactly could Spike do to provoke her? Then the answer came, strangely from something Glory had said herself. Grass stains. If they could mar her appearance enough, perhaps that would be enough to make her retreat. The other option would be that it would make her angrier and more intent to kill them, but once again, the Beast of bad perms had already made it perfectly clear she planned on murdering them both anyway. So really, the blond vamp couldn’t see a downside to his plan as of yet.

So out came the knife. Flicking it open, Spike stepped forward, casting a second long glance at the Slayer. Chances were this wasn’t going to work, but might give Buffy enough time to run. Not only was she the one who could tell the others about Glory quickly, but she could do so without the angry glares and squirmy feelings that the Scoobies other two strongest fighters currently had about him. Faith probably wasn’t so keen on seeing him right now, and Angel never wanted to see him, and every precious moment he would have to explain why he was there was another moment where Dawn could be hurt. Though saying ‘Buffy’s in danger’ would probably get their asses to move.

Regardless, the vampire focused on his speed, and in a flash, he was back in the fray. It probably didn’t seem that fast to Glory, considering she was just as quick as any vampire, but Spike needed every drop of adrenaline and every tiny fraction of time to do what he was going to do. The butterfly knife lashed out, aiming not to cut the god’s uncuttable skin, but rather, the blond aimed low at the straps her right shoe, which as far as Spike could tell, was just your average pump leather. A God in high heels. Would wonders never cease? In any case, knowing he’d probably get a swift kick to his head, he hoped to create a large enough hole or scratch to completely ruin the shoe and fluster or at least infuriate the Hell God. He just hoped that the Slayer would take the opportunity and go.

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TAGS: Glory, Buffy
WORD COUNT: 748
NOTES: Literally... attacking her outfit.

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With a handful of stringy blonde hair in her hand, she shook it loose of her fingers and watched with a disgusted face as it plastered itself to the ground. The girl really did have awful hair. It was stringy and straight and barely seemed to move even when she was fighting. However no one could have as fabulous of hair as Glorificus herself. Her hair had volume, was the perfect color, and bounced like a child on a trampoline when she fought. That was what real hair looked like. The slayer wouldn't miss the tuft of hair lying on the ground right now. It was actually a favor that Glory had done for her, if one thought about it objectively. Nonetheless...it was absolutely hysterical to see the little slayer being whipped around by her hair. She probably didn't think it was too funny, but Glory couldn't care less what Buffy thought.

Although the kick had forced her to stumble back, it hadn't hurt pain wise. It'd taken her off guard and screwed up her balance sure. But had it hurt her? No. Actually the only thing that had ever really harmed her was that damned troll hammer. Speaking of which, she'd have to make sure to find that damned thing so it couldn't be used against her. Eyes meeting with the slayers she couldn't keep the smirk from crawling across her features. "Oh honey, don't worry, I'm going to try not to touch her as much as possible. You Summer sisters are grimy. All I need is her blood, is that so much to ask?"

[/color] Her smirk soon grew into a sneer as the slayer told her she'd rip her apart. However it didn't last long and she couldn't keep up the charade for more than a few moments. After having held a straight face, she broke it and began laughing hysterically.

"Rip me apart? Doubtful, sweetie. I'll definitely have fun ripping out you and your sister's innards and tossing them into the portal i'll be taking home, though"[/color] she replied, the smirk now back where it belonged on her face. Before she could follow up with her threat against the slayer the vampire advanced on her. Always so willing to die for this slayer. She wasn't sure what was so damned special about the girl. She could however smell the soul on him, and vaguely, wondered how it was possible. She also wonder if it had anything to do with this slayer. How ridiculous of a thought...she figured she didn't want to know the answer.

And what did he come at her with? A pocket knife. "Really? You brought a knife to a fight with a god?"[/color] Laughter came from her soon after she'd finished speaking. The vampire was even stupider than she'd originally thought apparently. Although she had apparently been too caught up in her own laughter to pay attention to what the vampire was actually doing. While her eyes had been up high, Spike had attacked...her feet? She yelled out NO as she saw exactly what he was doing, but only too late. The knife cut into the leather of her pumps and she felt ankle twist and tumble and she nearly fell over. As the shoe literally slid off and fell to the ground, she looked back up to Spike. There was no smirk on her face. Only anger. "You did NOT just seriously wreck my shoes. I'm gonna rip your head off for that"[/color] she glared, her eyes flashing red with anger. Clearly he didn't understand how serious of an offense that was to her. In the background Glory had pretty much forgotten about the slayer. Instead she swatted at the vampire with a left hook, though still slightly imbalanced.


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She wasn't sure what Spike was trying to tell her when he looked at her, his eyes trying to convey some secret message that she couldn't decipher. It almost looked as if he was trying to tell her to run if she could but he knew her better than that. She wouldn't run...not without him. Sure if she thought she stood a chance she'd be the first to run from Glory because she knew she couldn't win...but she would never do it if it meant leaving someone behind. The only time she had ever left anyone behind was when she had run with Dawn, and she knew Willow could handle herself because Glory was more focused on finding the key who she learned was Dawn when Tara made a comment about pretty colors.

She tried to convey to him by sending him a look that resembled Willow’s resolve face that she wasn’t going anywhere but that she had no idea what the hell he intended to know. Most people, especially those like them who were warriors, refused to admit when they were over powered…most wouldn’t admit that they knew they couldn’t win. She and Spike though, they both knew better…they knew that there was no way they could over power Glory…especially by themselves. Really how to overpower something that couldn’t die? If Glory was sharing her body with another mortal then the mortal could die…but would that kill Glory? She knew Giles had killed Ben and yet somehow Glory was still here…but how?

She knew they needed to do research, they needed to plan, but before they could do any of that they had to walk away from this fight unscathed…something that she wasn’t sure was going to happen as they were both sporting wounds and Glory looked like she could keep on going.

She watched as Spike opened his knife and went after Glory, though she was wondering if the blow to the head had created brain damage because how the hell would a butterfly knife do anything to her? She watched in confusion, knowing she should be making a break for it but not knowing how to do so to where she wouldn’t have to leave Spike behind. She had made that promise to herself a long time ago that she would protect her friends…her family…and that was Spike was, he was her family, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Seeing what he was doing she couldn’t help but bite her lip trying not to laugh, because really it was no laughing matter…but how bad was it that the only way they could think to distract her was to attack her clothing…hell she hadn’t even thought of that. She would admit to Spike’s genius idea though she knew it was just going to anger the god even more.

Unfortunately instead of taking the bate and running, she threw herself back into the fight, refusing to leave Spike alone to take all the flack. She quickly moved behind the hell god and pulled as hard as she could at one of the straps of her dress, causing it to rip. She heard her scream in fury and was pulled in front of her, both she and Spike being thrown across the cemetery and going headfirst into another headstone. She bit her lip to stifle the cry out as her head connected with the granite, knowing she was going to easily have a concussion before this was all said and done. Just because she healed fast didn’t mean she wouldn’t be hurt and that was definitely not something she needed at the moment.

She stood up quickly, not giving Spike a chance to follow her and jumped back in, kicking the blonde god though she knew it did know good. Trying to punch her would also do no good however she did have a tiny Ace up her sleeve. Before she had stood up she had grabbed a piece of the marble headstone and hidden it behind her back. She quickly took it and smashed it against the god’s head…knowing it wouldn’t buy her much time but hopefully it was enough. She saw the god stumble and seem a bit disoriented and she took her shot. Bolting over to Spike she wrenched up his arm. “Let’s go.” She told him, hating herself for running but knowing she wouldn’t be able to warn her sister (who was still in Rome but still needed to be warned) if she didn’t was all the fuel she needed. Running to her car she threw herself into it, waiting for Spike to hop into the passenger seat before gunning it, praying that the god wouldn’t follow them.

They needed help…and they needed it badly.

Word Count:: 838
Tag:: Spike! Glory!
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
Note:: This thread will continue on in the group thread. Buffy and Spike walking in all bloody and bruised…awwww, wish Anya was still around. So many comments but no one will think to make them. Lol

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