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Wednesday, July 9th, 2008
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12:34 am - Awful Dark
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It got awful dark in the crypt once the sun went down. That was how Spike wanted it, which was why he’d gotten rid of the candles.
Who wanted light in a dark time like this?
Spike had barely moved since returning to what could loosely be described as his home. Not that he couldn’t – his wounds had healed nicely – but with everything going on, the vampire didn’t exactly relish the thought of being the target of another mob scene.
No … right now, merely keeping to the shadows and hoping against all hope some foolishly brave humans didn’t stumble into his crypt looking for a little piece of the vampire action was his main priority. It was one of the typical reactions following the worldwide revelation of the undead; some panicked and kept to themselves, while others decided to take a stand and fight the menace – regardless of how prepared they were.
Truth of the matter was, Spike wasn’t necessarily convinced he hadn’t deserved it. Yeah, it was sort of on the screwed up side that he was attacked by those he had saved not long before, but was it really that unjustified? People wanted to lash out against the vampires and Spike was a vampire – could he really blame them for what they did?
No, he couldn’t.
( What day is it? )
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| Monday, June 23rd, 2008
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8:34 pm - Piss Off
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“I’m one of the good guys, you sodding gits!”
This wasn’t the first time Spike found himself on the retreating end of a mob scene – it kind of came with the territory back when he and Angelus were tearing a swath through all of Europe. But in those days, such reactions were both understandable and deserved. Now? When Spike had a soul and spent the better part of the past decade fighting the good fight?
That was another matter entirely.
“You’re a monster!” an old woman holding a taser bellowed. “We have seen your face!”
The crowd, which was probably in the dozens, hadn’t actually attacked yet – probably because at this point nobody really knew what to do. Everyone knew the man in the black coat and Billy Idol haircut was a vampire, but nobody really wanted to be the one to mount an actual attack, lest the monster attack and rip their head off.
“Right, vampire, got it,” Spike mused, his hands held in front of his chest in a show of peace. “But I’m a good one. Got me a soul … hell, just last week I saved the black guy with the M-16 from a sodding Rectar demon!”
( Dirty Little Pig )
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12:03 pm - Turn on the Fan
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It was bad enough Markowitz went on national television and told the entire world what a select few already knew; it was another thing entirely to be standing there, watching that thing developing and bubbling in the sky.
Not many things scared Spike anymore, but that was certainly one of them.
He stood in front of his crypt, lit cigarette stuck in his mouth. Faith’s voicemail still rang in his head, even several minutes after he first heard it. Spike hadn’t seen Markowitz’s landmark performance, mostly because his TV broke two weeks ago, but somehow it didn’t surprise the vampire.
But he recognized what he saw in the sky. He remembered the last time a portal opened up over the sky in Las Vegas, the pure chaos and fear it caused. This looked a little too much like that, even if the portal wasn’t actually open yet.
Key word being yet.
( Another crater? )
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| Tuesday, March 11th, 2008
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12:45 am - Same Ol'
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“Thought you had a place to live.”
The expression on Spike’s face was one of amusement, certainly not expecting to have seen Faith lounging about in his crypt once he returned from Los Angeles. But there the Slayer was, sprawled out on the vampire’s mattress, puffing on a smoke as she watched what sounded like a baseball game on the TV.
Not that Spike minded the sight, but still … it wasn’t every night he opened the door to his crypt to see such a shapely woman on his bed.
“I do,” Faith said with a hint of indifference as she disposed of her spent cigarette. “For now anyway.”
Faith was glad Spike was back. Not only because of the camaraderie they shared because of similar pasts, but also because she had something important to discuss with him. Her last encounter with Connor revealed some things the Slayer wasn’t exactly tickled about, and she knew just enough about the vampire’s past to know he wouldn’t like what was going on either.
( How's the world ending now? )
Spike nodded as Faith grabbed her coat and left the crypt, letting the silence creep in as he smoked his third straight cigarette. Normally, the nicotine calmed him, but not now, not as he stood and thought back to how he was practically the government’s guinea pig. That chip was experimental, and it worked entirely too well.
Spike hated being out of control like that, even if it did eventually lead to a series of changes that culminated with him regaining his soul. The chip – and the Initiative – represented a lot of bad memories for the vampire, and he really hoped he would escape this new project unnoticed.
He knew he wouldn’t, but still … it was nice to wish. It was also a lot better than wondering what might happen to the first government agent dumb enough to approach the Champion.
Because Spike was certain that wouldn’t be pretty.
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