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Jun 19 2018, 04:52 PM
Well, this was new.
Spike stretched his back as he got himself to his feet. Apparently he’d been shot out of the portal a bit like a rocket that time: he hadn’t really been ready for the hard landing he’d ended up experiencing. Apparently he had slammed right into some kind of wall, and it had been lights out almost immediately. Actually, he considered himself pretty damn lucky. He could have woken up to his flesh burning off of him if he had landed there in the middle of the day. But the world was dark around him, and he didn’t have to worry about the effects of the sun turning him to ash.
It looked like he was pretty lucky all around as far as leaping into portals was concerned. He hadn’t managed to come through one during the day yet! Was the time just running on the same wavelength for all realms? It was night in all of them when it was night in Storybrooke?
No, that would hurt his brain thinking about. He wasn’t the smart kind: that was Willow. He was the punch things and save the world type.
Looking around, rubbing the back of his head, he realized he hadn’t crashed into a wall at all: it was some kind of huge statue of a god or something. Maybe a war hero? He was muscular and holding a lightning bolt. It certainly looked very... Mythic.
“Anyone ‘ere?” He called out, wondering if he had been the only one to come through one of those portals to this strange place. He had traveled worlds with others before, maybe it had happened again, though he couldn’t quite remember if he had agreed to come on this adventure with someone or not. He’d been drinking pretty heavily the night before.
He drank pretty heavily most nights, if he was honest.
Having a gander around, it looked like he was in some kind of Colosseum, though the stone walls weren’t worn down like the rubble in his old home. No, these looked brand new- like a freshly built place for battle.
And he was right in the middle of it. He pondered if that would end up being a good thing or not. Somehow, he suspected he hadn’t landed there just to see a statue near the entrance. Maybe there was a door fragment somewhere around. KAT !
Jun 19 2018, 04:41 PM
Spike couldn’t believe what he was looking at- a graveyard. Granted, a graveyard probably shouldn’t have been the most awe-inspiring thing in the universe, but it wasn’t just the fact that it was a graveyard that had him so surprised. He had seen dozens in his time, including one in Storybrooke, but this one? This one was something else entirely. Something else in that it happened to be the one that was also the most familiar to him. How funny that something so ingrained in his brain could also be the thing that shocked him so thoroughly.
It was Sunnydale. The very graveyard he had once lived in- the one that had been a common haunt for the scoobies when they were looking for vampires to slay.
He was home. And, with any luck, he hadn’t come home alone.
Remembering suddenly that he hadn’t jumped through that portal back in Storybrooke on his own, Spike immediately started to look around, letting out a loud whistle like he were summoning a dog or some kind of pet.
“Red?!” He called out, unconcerned with what else might be listening to him right at that moment, “you here?” It wasn’t like he was scared of vampires: he was one. And this was his turf! It was just like old times to be back there, ready to fight for what he believed in. Or, you know, just ready to fight. He wasn’t really one to hold moral or noble missions in mind.
At the moment, all he really wanted was to make sure Willow was alright. They had agreed to go looking for door fragments together, and though it was a little strange to be working with one of the crew without Buffy breathing down his neck, he found he didn’t actually hate the idea. If nothing else, it helped him feel like this soul he had put in his chest was worth something.
Assuming she hadn’t died coming through the portal, of course. He sniffed the air, hoping to catch her scent. While he wasn’t sure if he could smell her just yet, there was one scent on the air that was a little concerning- fresh blood.
Ah, it was good to be home.Luna
May 12 2018, 02:23 PM
Spike was pretty used to beating up zombies at this point. He had spent a lot of his time actively seeking out confrontations between the towns people and the magically undead. When people were in trouble, as long as it was night, he tried to be there to ensure they weren’t kidnapped or injured by the brainless monsters. He was pleased with his work, too. He got to do a lot of fighting and people didn’t think he was a complete monster. It was kind of nice, honestly.
But he certainly hoped Buffy never found out about his free lancing. He was certain that she would mock him for his desire to help people. He was becoming one of the scoobies, even without them hanging around to make him feel obligated to help them out. If she found out, he would just tell her that he was doing it because he wanted to fight and the chip in his skull wouldn’t let him beat up any humans, even if they deserved it.
She still didn’t know about his soul, and he wasn’t sure if he would ever feel like he should tell her. He didn’t deserve to tell her after everything he had done. It was a reward he had been after getting the soul in the first place that he no longer felt he deserved.
Typical hero bullshit.
A small group of teens had been playing around in the graveyard after dark when some zombies had sniffed their way over to them. The screams had alerted Spike, who had quickly made his way over to help. He had landed a swift punch on a zombie that had been trying to tug a girl away from the others, sending it flying off in another direction. He grinned at the result, before buckling down in front of the kids to protect them.
“Don’t you worry about a thing,” he told them, “I’ll get rid of these idiots.” He let his vampiric features take over, though he didn’t show his face to the kids. They had been through enough and didn’t need to see that their savior was actually another demon.
He looked at the zombies, who looked more put together than some of the others he had fought. These had more magic in them, and they were tougher cookies as a result. Just what he needed. A nice, long fight. Willow Rosenberg
Jan 20 2018, 01:03 PM
Spike wasn’t sure why he was still living in a crypt when there were plenty of nice places in town he could go. Maybe he just felt like, because he was a vampire, a crypt was the place he SHOULD be living in. Or maybe it was just some kind of self-imposed punishment to live in a terrible place since he had once been evil and he deserved to be uncomfortable. Things were different now, though. He wasn’t some evil vampire looking to drink anyone who looked appealing to him.
Now he had a soul, and that REALLY messed up the whole situation. Then again, it wasn’t like he could feast on humans even if he wanted to- not with the chip in his brain. He had been experimented on as a normal vampire, and the chip they had implanted activated whenever he tried to hurt a human. It gave him a powerful, painful shock that blocked any attempt to kill. Since getting his soul back, however, he hadn’t been shocked anyway. It was almost difficult not to forget about it entirely. How could he hurt a human now? When he was already filled with so much guilt about all the things he had done in the past?
It was a secondary measure that wasn’t needed, but he was still glad it was there... Just in case something went south.
Sighing uselessly, the vampire moved through the graveyard, having just left his ‘home’ and deciding it might be a good night to get completely hammered at the bar. He pretty much decided that every night, but still.
As he moved through the gravestones, he couldn’t help but keep an eye out. While vampires didn’t rise from the dead here like they did back in Sunnydale, there were still threats to be on the lookout for. Like those zombies that the Horned King controlled. They weren’t fun, except to rip apart, of course. He smiled to himself at that.
Unfortunately, it didn’t look like he had any company, at least from a moment. Then, he caught someone’s scent. Or... Something’s scent? It didn’t seem entirely human.
Which meant he was immediately walking towards it to check things out. It didn’t stink of decaying flesh like the zombies, but maybe it was still some other kind of baddie that he needed to destroy. Might help him feel a bit better- the guilt was hitting him particularly hard that evening.Bones
Jun 3 2017, 09:19 PM
It was a lovely evening, made better by the fact that it was his day off from work. Normally he would be at the hospital, basically doing nothing and getting paid for it in both money and blood, but not today. Today he could take his lack of activity away from the hospital and continue to be a lazy lump where ever he so pleased. This, of course, was greatly pleasing to the vampire, who considered any chance to get drunk one he ought to seize as quickly as possible.
As the moment the sun had started to go down, and was no longer a threat to his non-human body, he set off from his apartment home to make his way down to the Rabbit Hole.
Once there, he was sure he would have a nice, fulfilling night of getting completely hammered before stumbling his way back home again and forgetting how he got there come the next evening.
It was a simple life, but boy did it work for him.
He made his way down the street, pausing only a moment to take a cigarette from his pocket and light it before starting on his eager path again. He put one hand in the pocket of his duster, the other keeping hold of his smoke.
As he walked, he managed to get himself just a little too focused on his cigarette and had stopped paying attention to the path in front of him long enough to ram into someone. He stumbled back in surprise, though he was sure he must have at least rattled the person he had just hit- he had been walking full speed and hadn’t paused at all before slamming into them!
To make matters worse, it seemed to a petite looking woman. Just great.
“Sorry bout that,” he offered in his British accent, “you alright, love?” Glinda