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Post by Illyria on Jan 26, 2011 18:10:04 GMT -5
the worst is. the way that.
I N T H I S W O R L D I ' M S U F F O C A T I N G.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Illyria stood in the middle of the Hyperion Hotel's lobby. The building was quiet, everything was still. The Old One found it somewhat peaceful. Usually, she enjoyed the loudness of this world, but every once in a while even Illyria needed a few moments to gather her thoughts. Her blood colored armor reflected off of the tiled floor below her. The blue streaks in her chocolate brown hair hung in front of her view, but Illyria ignored their presence.
Her cold, icy eyes flickered over to the front desk. The piece of furniture had been left behind during the move to Wolfram & Hart. Illyria could remember the fact, although it wasn't actually her own memory. She could remember all of the long days spent sitting at the desk, researching various demons and troubles. In her mind, Illyria saw herself in that place, at the desk, but knew all too well that it wasn't her. It was Fred.
Illyria sneered at these thoughts. This place, The Hyperion Hotel, was filled with ghosts in every corner. Everywhere Illyria looked was another memory. It was quite annoying. And these memories were the only things keeping her company nowadays. Ever since Wesley's passing, the Old One had spent her time wandering the halls of this hotel. It reminded her of her days in the Wolfram & Hart, as she had also roamed those halls daily. Wandering seemed like the only thing Illyria was certain of doing. Her place in this world really was bleak after all.
She felt her head getting light, and Illyria raised the tips of her fingers to her forehead. Another memory was surfacing... This one was her own. "Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?" [/color] She had questioned Wesley. Illyria now knew the answer to her question: No. It wasn't enough. She regained her posture, and glanced around the lobby, unsure of what to do, or where to go, next. And that's when the twin, entrance doors flew open. Light shined into the hotel's lobby, and Illyria spun around hastily. Her hair bounced around her as she did so. She tilted her head curiously, eyes wide. Coming her way was...[/SIZE][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - POST STATUS[/color] complete TAGGING[/color] team angel WORD COUNT[/color] 359 CODING CREDIT[/color] lovelikethisGRAPHIC CREDIT[/color] me MUSIC[/color] skillet NOTES[/color] my first post! |
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Post by Spike on Jan 28, 2011 19:23:50 GMT -5
It was just one of those days for Spike. A day where he was stuck doing the dirty work, not that the dirty work was all that bad. At time the dirty work meant violence and a part of him craved the violence. It was a part of who he was, a vampire. But this dirty work was not violence. This type of dirty work was a chore. The remaining members of the Angel Team had sent him out- In the middle of the day no less. It wasn't that Spike didn't want to go out during the day, he in fact had hoped on occassion he would be able to feel the sun beating down on him. But that was impossible due to being a vampire.
"Bugger this." Spike grumbled as he rounded the corner into the courtyard of the Hyperion Hotel and ran to the entrance flinging the doors open. The cool air washed over him and made him wonder for half a second as to why Angel would run air conditioning, but the thought flew out of his mind as he scrambled to the safety of the shadows inside. "ANGEL!" He yelled as he dropped his duster back onto his shoulders, his blue eyes flared with anger. "You bloody ponce. I know you can hear me! In case you've forgotten the sun does NOT agree with me, ya poof!"
His voice echoed in the lobby and that caught his attention. The silence was deafening. Taking in the lobby, Spike's eyes landed on the lone figure standing there. Illyria. He lifted an eyebrow in her direction. 'No doubt something is up with the bird.' He thought as he slowly moved to her. "Why so surprised, pet? I'm sure Forehead told you I'd be barrelin' in here sooner or later."
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Post by Illyria on Jan 28, 2011 20:57:03 GMT -5
the worst is. the way that.
I N T H I S W O R L D I ' M S U F F O C A T I N G.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Spike. He came flying through the entrance doors, his coat covering most areas of his revealed flesh. Smoke rose off of the vampire, indicating that he was close to have being burnt by the sun's rays. Illyria remained still, watching her newly returned 'team mate.' Her eyes squinted ever so gently, as the sounds of Spike's angered hollering filled her ears. "He continues to use various, odd words. Out of the three mongrels surrounding me, Spike is easily the most unique. Different..." [/color] She thought to herself, intrigued from the manner of Spike's language. "No, he is not the son of two vampires, but that Connor irritates me. The tone of his voice makes me cringe. And according to Fred's memories, Angel's offspring did some very questioning things... His lust for me also adds to the irritation."[/color] Spike's yelling came to a halt, and he seemed to finally notice the Old One, now that his rampage was out of his system. Illyria's eyes met Spike's own pair, and she looked the halfbreed over. "Why so surprised, pet? I'm sure Forehead told you I'd be barrelin' in here sooner or later," She heard Spike say, moving closer to herself. Illyria straightened her neck from it's arched position, and she raised her head, pointing her nose somewhat up in the air. Her tinted blue lips parted slowly, and Illyria spoke for the first time in hours. "I've yet to encounter Angel in this day,"[/color] She replied. "I've been thinking. About the past. Which is mine, and which is not..."[/color] Illyria's voice trailed off, as she went on speaking. Her eyes traveled back to Spike's face, and they spotted something unseen before, now uncovered. Illyria took a step forward, and raised her hand to a certain area of Spike's face, just over his right cheekbone. The tips of her armored fingers lightly brushed the demon's skin. "You're burnt,"[/color] She told him in a somewhat hushed tone. The wave of concern left Illyria's mind just as quickly as it had came. She pulled her hand back to her side hastily, unsure of how Spike would react to her touching him, something she rarely did without harming the man. Although questioning her actions, Illyria stood her ground, trying to seem confident in herself as she usually always was. "I worried,"[/color] She thought, a bit flustered with herself. "I worried about a halfbreed! Emotion is easing its way into me..."[/color][/SIZE][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - POST STATUS[/color] complete TAGGING[/color] team angel (spike) WORD COUNT[/color] 400 CODING CREDIT[/color] lovelikethisGRAPHIC CREDIT[/color] me MUSIC[/color] skillet NOTES[/color] spike, you play a crazy good spike! |
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Post by Spike on Jan 28, 2011 22:17:13 GMT -5
His heated flesh started to cool and he could feel were the sun had lightly touched his skin but paid it no mind. He was determined to have it out with Angel about sending him out in the middle of the day. Growling lowly Spike shifted and dusted himself off. No way in hell was he going back out there until night fall. If Angel wanted someone out there now, Spike was ready to toss his grand sire through the double doors himself. 'Angel can bloody well threaten to stake me and 'm still not goin out there till the sun is down.' He thought harshly as he shifted to look at Illyria, who had been looking at him.
He saw her look him over and a grin worked it's way on his lips. He didn't know what to make of the Old One and why she seemed too take up the hobby of staring at him, but he wasn't going to deny that it was nice to have someone looking at him. After all, Spike was a tad vain and seeing this made his ego puff up, but only slightly. Looking at her Spike saw her movement, graceful and deadly. Her nose was slightly raised into the air as she gain a superior posture.
Spike stared at her for a moment or two, then tilted his head to the side as she spoke. She was sorting out what was hers and what was Fred's. An ache formed in his chest as he thought about his friend. Fred had given him a real chance, she saw something others didn't and that made Spike cheriesh her friendship. "It tends to blend together eh, pet?" He finally spoke after a moment or two. "This place brings a lot of... her out." His voice was a bit raspy as he spoke, trying to hide the sadness that was creeping up on him. Looking away from Illyria, Spike's eyes settled on the front desk.
Out of the corner of his eyes Spike saw Illyria move toward him and for a moment he was puzzled as to what she was doing until he felt her fingers against his face. Closing his eyes against the prick of pain, Spike opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when the Old One spoke. She stated he was burnt. "Happens to the best of us, love." He acted as if it didn't bother him. Opening his eyes seeing her standing there. The normally cold hearted demon had showed something along the lines of human emotion and it puzzled him. What was going on with her?
Pushing that aside for now, Spike played it off as if he didn't notice because really if he upset her now, there was no way Spike would be able to keep up. He was hungry and a bit tired from his escape from bursting into flames.
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Post by Angel on Jan 29, 2011 0:26:43 GMT -5
Angel sat in his bed as he stretched and got up. He had had a very late night last night. He had cleared out two vampire nests in one night. Angel stretched his muscles as he rose from his bed and walked towards his closet. Then he heard the most annoying voice ever scream from down stairs. He could hear every word of what was being said thanks to his vampire hearing, but that made things a bit worse, for the voice belonged to Spike. Angel rubbed his eyes in irritation as he heard Spike complaining about him. He wasn't in the mood for this today. He quickly got dressed and opened his door to his room, and began walking down the stairs to the lobby.
There he spotted Spike and Illyria talking to each other. Illyria seemed to be acting a bit more human, as he watched her interact with Spike. She must still be dealing with the loss of Wesely. Angel closed his eyes and went through his mind of the good times he had had with Wesely. Angel brought himself back to reality and made his way down the stairs. "Spike, you should know better that you should take the sewers when it's broad daylight out. I mean, it's common sense, so go back out there, and take the sewers, and go kill those baby eating demons like I asked you to." Angel moved to the fridge and grabbed a coffe mug and a bottle of pigs blood, and began pouring himself a cup, and placed it in the microwave. After pressing a few buttons, the microwave turned on and he turned to Illyria. "Morning, Illyria, maybe I should of sent you to clear out those demons, seeing that Spike's being such a baby about it."
The microwave pinged and he took out his cup of pigs blood, and blew on it a few times to help cool it down. After it cooled, he took a long swig from it and sighed contently. It was gonna be one of those days again, Angel just knew it. "Now if you need me, I'll be in my office going over some cases." Angel walked out of the room slowly with his cup of blood, and opened his door to his office, and closed it gently. He could still smell the faint scents of Wesley, Fred, Gunn, and Cordelia in here. So many memories were going through his head as he sighed, and sat down in his chair, and opened a drawer, and looked at a picture of Team Angel. A small grin appeared on his face, as he placed the photo back in the drawer and closed it gently. |
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Post by Illyria on Jan 29, 2011 16:50:36 GMT -5
the worst is. the way that.
I N T H I S W O R L D I ' M S U F F O C A T I N G.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Illyria nodded once, as she heard Spike's reply. She knew all too well that the greatest of warriors could be damaged. For she herself had been beaten to a bloody pulp once, by the one known as Marcus Hamilton. The man had gotten what he deserved, though: Death. And yet that's almost what Illyria craved at this moment. Death. The feelings running through her were torturous to the Old One. If she had a chance to pick between this world and death, the answer was quite obvious to her. Death hadn't been this bad.
"Yes..." [/color] Illyria muttered, still thinking over Spike's words. "Things happen."[/color] Once her lips reverted to their closed position, Illyria's skull jolted to the side, her icy eyes glaring in the stairway's direction. Angel was slowly making his way down to them, and Illyria could sense another scene of harsh words approaching. She glanced over at Spike, her head still facing towards Angel. Illyria was actually curious to see these two interact. How would they settle their troubles with one another? "Spike, you should know better that you take the sewers when it's broad daylight out. I mean, it's common sense. So go back out there, and take the sewers, and go kill those baby eating demons like I asked you to!" Angel stated, as he made his way over to the front desk, the same area as the small refrigerator. Illyria watched him pull out a mug of pig's blood, and prepare it for drinking. She tilted her head to its side, and kept her eyes on the leader of Angel Inc. The halfbreed must have noticed her look drilling into him, because he spoke next, this time to her directly. "Morning, Illyria, maybe I should of sent you to clear out those demons, seeing that Spike's being such a baby about it."Illyria narrowed her eyes at the vampire, studying his movements and tone of voice. The two of them had never gotten along much before, but it appeared Angel was trying to put that behind them. For nothing could return the innocent life Illyria had taken. "Perhaps..."[/color] She started, "As I would not have combusted."[/color] Illyria removed her sight of Angel, and returned it to Spike. "If you are to venture out again, I shall join you, Spike. I've not been in the sewers before. I'm somewhat curious."[/color] "Now if you need me, I'll be in my office going over some cases." She heard Angel conclude his short lived interaction with herself and Spike. The sounds of his footsteps echoed throughout the lobby, and they ended when the door to his office closed. Illyria blinked once, something she rarely did, and waited for Spike's following comments.[/SIZE][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - POST STATUS[/color] complete TAGGING[/color] team angel (spike) WORD COUNT[/color] 448 CODING CREDIT[/color] lovelikethisGRAPHIC CREDIT[/color] me MUSIC[/color] skillet NOTES[/color] i'm excited to see where this goes. spike, perhaps this could evolve into our one-on-one thread we had planned? i think the two of us exiting through the sewers, and hunting some demons would be the perfect setting. haha. |
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Post by Spike on Jan 29, 2011 18:34:22 GMT -5
Illyria's voice floated around him, cool and calm. Spike looked at Illyria and titled his head slightly taking her form in for a moment before he realized why she suddenly looked toward the stairs. Closing his eyes Spike and clenched his jaw making the muscle there twitch. He watched as Angel carried himself down the stairs like he was royalty.
"Spike, you should know better that you take the sewers when it's broad daylight out. I mean, it's common sense. So go back out there, and take the sewers, and go kill those baby eating demons like I asked you to!" Angel had stated as he walked over to the fridge. Spike scoffed then smirked devilishly.
"Well aren't we crabby this mornin'. What ya wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Angel?" Spike sneered as he turned away from the front desk and stepped a few feet away. "Can't find your soddin, nancy boy hair gel?" Spike tossed over his shoulder casually. He wasn't in the mood for Angel to be ordering him around. In fact he was never in the mood for Angel ordering him around. 'Not a bloody dog for him to kick around. Soddin poof!' He thought and he clenched his hands into fists. He could smell the blood Angel took out of the microwave and it made his mouth water. He really hadn't fed in the last few days, too much going on with Angel Inc moving back to the Hyperion and all the memories he had floating around his head.
Hearing Angel comment about him being a baby Spike growled. "Oh please, your off your rocker if you are implying 'm actin immature you ninny. I do recall a certain someone acting childish himself." Spike grumbled as he heard Angel make his way back up stairs. His attention was caught by Illyria as she spoke.
"If you are to venture out again, I shall join you, Spike. I've not been in the sewers before. I'm somewhat curious." She stated in her usual voice. Spike once again tilted his head then let a small smirk lift his lips.
"I wouldn't mind the company. Before that though, I need some blood." He said as he straightened himself out and turned to make his way to the fridge. He just hoped that the poof didn't take all the blood for himself otherwise he'd be make a night of terrorizing his grandsire as payback.
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Post by Illyria on Jan 30, 2011 17:23:15 GMT -5
the worst is. the way that.
I N T H I S W O R L D I ' M S U F F O C A T I N G.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Illyria nodded once, as Spike turned from her, and made his way over to the fridge. She remained in place, still, and watched the vampire. The Old One had never consumed blood, much less pigs' blood. "I am not required to eat in this form," She told the blonde halfbreed as he prepared his cup of blood. "Tell me, what does your blood taste like? This pigs' blood." [/color] Her head tilted to its side, and her eyes squinted, focusing on the scarlet liquid. As Spike took his time to reply, Illyria contently listened. She took in his answer, and thought it over. It had been millions of years since she had last tasted anything edible. It became obvious that Spike would be taking quite a few more minutes to drink his blood, and Illyria took a few steps backwards. The heels of her boots brushed against the circular couch in the center of the lobby, and Illyria lowered herself onto the piece of furniture. The fabric felt familiar to her, yet she herself had never met its touch before now. Illyria leaned her head back, and rested it upon the thing. Her eyes flickered shut, and she took a moment to relax. Besides eating, sleeping was another action she had been stolen of in this hollowed shell. It was these things that reminded the Old One of her true nature. For she was not human. Not mortal. She was Illyria, a pure demon. Past ruler of the lands known today. And yet only these facts mattered to her. She was forgotten among the common people. It was to be expected, unfortunately. Trying to escape her own, haunting thoughts, Illyria leaned her head up, and opened her eyes, spotting Spike. "Are you finished?"[/color] She asked coldly, wanting to leave this hotel as soon as possible. She had come to know its walls all too well in the passed few weeks. Being stuck within them any longer would soon drive Illyria even more mad.[/SIZE][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - POST STATUS[/color] complete TAGGING[/color] team angel (spike) WORD COUNT[/color] 329 CODING CREDIT[/color] lovelikethisGRAPHIC CREDIT[/color] me MUSIC[/color] skillet NOTES[/color] grr argg |
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Post by Spike on Feb 1, 2011 11:48:49 GMT -5
Opening the fridge he found there was still some blood left, not much but it would do for now. He would just have to remember to make it known to Angel that they were running low. Pouring enough blood into a mug he put it in the microwave and leaned on the counter. His eyes never left the machine that warmed what kept him going, but he knew Illyria was watching. Her words to him proved she was watching. "You not be, but most are. Most every thing on this soddin planet needs to eat. Way of life I suppose." The sound of the microwave made him move to open the machine. Upon opening it the scent of blood filled his nose and made his mouth water. Though he wasn't too fond of pig's blood, he much preferred other types of blood. But he had long ago made a promise to a lady and planned to keep it. Turning to Illyria as he grabbed his mug of blood, Spike smirked. "Blood is blood, it depends on the type, love." Spike brought the mug to his lips and took a swig slipping into game face. It happened once in a while when he fed especially when he was in need of blood. "Pig's blood tastes of animal since it is one, not my preference." He said as he took another swig and thought about the first time he was given pig's blood. He had been chained to a bathtub in the watcher's flat. Rupert Giles and The Slayer hadn't trusted him then, none of them did.
Looking at Illyria with amber eyes of his demon Spike offered another lazy smirk. "There was a time where I preferred something most couldn't even touch. The blood of a Slayer. I had tasted it before. Bloody ambriosa, that is. But..." Spike didn't finish his sentence because he it would head into territory he was not willing to discuss. He had not been willing to discuss Buffy with anyone. Quickly dispelling the thought he gulped down the remaining contents of bllod and sat the cup down. It would annoy Angel that a cup was left and Spike made it his side job to make sure the poncy bugger was annoyed.
Looking to Illyria once more he saw she sat upon the couch and seemed slightly dazed. 'Probably remembering somethin Fred did.' He silently summed up. He wondered briefly how much of Fred's life the Old One remembered. It often crossed his mind and made him wonder if that could be the reason for her recent behavior, because he knew that the Old One certainly didn't act like this when she was first around. The vampire looked at her and tilted his head to the side wondering what could possibly be going through that head of hers. Her cold voice interupted his thoughts. "Yeah, yeah. 'M finished." He sneered as he made his way over to her. Just as he reached her he turned on his heel and shouted up knowing Angel could hear. "Oi! Broodboy, don't get too comfortable. You and i need to talk later!" Spike laughed then turned back to Illyria. "Ready?" He asked with his eyebrows raised and his lips drawn together as he passed her and lifted his arms to adjust his duster.
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Post by Illyria on Feb 5, 2011 0:52:44 GMT -5
the worst is. the way that.
I N T H I S W O R L D I ' M S U F F O C A T I N G.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Illyria tilted her head slightly, as her pupils adjusted to the hotel's light. She was surprised to spot Spike already looking in her direction. The Old One could sense from the appearance of the vampire's face that he was in some sort of deep thinking mode. "Yeah, yeah. 'M finished." Spike spoke, seeming to come back to reality. Illyria nodded once, and rose to her two feet. The comfort of the couch was almost missed. She straightened her posture, and watched as Spike came closer, lessening the space between the two. Her eyes wandered over the blonde, looking him over for the second time. As she did so, Spike spun on his foot, and shouted out to Angel.
Her thoughts gathered themselves, and Illyria quickly regained focus. Spike turned back to her, and said only one word, "Ready?" He questioned. Illyria narrowed her eyes slightly, and admired Spike's scarred eyebrow as it raised itself. She was curious as to how he had acquired such a marking, but held back from asking. "Obviously." [/color] Illyria replied, also picking to use one, simple word in return. She clamped her lips shut, and admired Spike as he bounced passed herself. He surely was an interesting person... "Halfbreed." Illyria reminded herself of Spike's true nature. Interesting, yet beneath her. She made a small noise within her throat, and grinned. Illyria took the first step of many to come, and followed Spike through the Hyperion's lobby. The two made their way down the steps, and into the darkened basement. Illyria could sense a dozen insects moving on the floor. If she had time later on, she would return, and smash each one with her boot's bottom. Spike led the way, to the sewers' entrance, but Illyria made sure she was not far behind. She disliked being too distant. Especially at a moment like this, while she was entering the unknown. Obviously, the Old One could handle her own, but she liked the feeling of having another beside her, watching the sides she could not. For even in the past, in her true form, Illyria would always have a pet nearby. She entered the sewers and ignored the foul smell entering her nostrils. Illyria had smelled worse things in her time. At this thought, she glanced over at Spike, who was also remaining silent. Usually, the blonde was talking on, telling of things Illyria did not find interesting. Their steps echoed throughout the sewer tunnels, the light barely existing. Illyria's pupils grew larger, taking in the darkness. Within a moment's time she could see almost perfectly well. "You've not spoken for some time now,"[/color] Illyria noted out loud, turning her head to barely throw a look at Spike. Her blue streaks fell to the side, resting on her armored shoulder. "I wish for you to ramble on about some matter. This silence is not amusing to me..."[/color][/SIZE][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - POST STATUS[/color] complete TAGGING[/color] team angel (spike) WORD COUNT[/color] 477 CODING CREDIT[/color] lovelikethisGRAPHIC CREDIT[/color] me MUSIC[/color] skillet NOTES[/color] grr argg |
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Post by Spike on Feb 9, 2011 0:24:37 GMT -5
Spike recieved a single word answer to his question from the Old One. She was ready, he knew it. It was just a automatic question. Something that just spilled from his mouth everytime he went patrolling or hunting. As he passed Illyria he let his eyes connect with hers for a brief moment. He wondered about her for that brief moment, trying to figure out what on this planet was bugging the demon god. Sure, Fred was showing herself a bit more now a days then ever - the thought of the watcher's death seemed to nag at him silently. Wesley and Spike didn't have the greatest relationship, but they weren't enemies. The fact that the man wasn't around anymore made the vampire a bit sad. Unlike the other watcher this one hadn't done anything involving a principle with a mommy complex and death.
Sighing Spike continued to walk through the lobby with Illyria now trailing after him. Once hitting the basement steps Spike took them two at a time with a smirk. He knew the Old One was noticing the very same insects he was hearing, not that he minded them of course. Hell, they were a bit of entertainment if he got bored enough. Letting his blue eyes look at the entrance to the sewers Spike grumbled. He was seriously going to make Angel's life Hell if this was nothing but a way to get Spike out of his hair. Of course Spike wouldn't want anything to do with Angel's hair. 'Soddin git uses too much hair gel. Poncy no good pencil pusher. Can't go crawlin in the sewers himself. Too afraid he'll get himself dirty.' Spike thought as he trudged along.
Illyria's voice sounded behind him. "You've not spoken for some time now."
Spike turned his head slightly to peer at her questioningly. "Never thought you'd want me to speak, Blue."
"I wish for you to ramble on about some matter. This silence is not amusing me..."
Spike chuckled, he never thought he'd hear that she wanted him to actually ramble. Smirking he ran a hand through his already mused locks and thought quickly on what to say. He wasn't sure bringing up the appearence of Fred was such a good idea now. Shrugging he opened his mouth and let the words flow out. "Angel's hidin something. He knows more than he's lettin on about what going on. What'd you think?" Spike asked truly curious as to what the demon thought. It wasn't that Spike was completely oblivious to the happenings around L.A. No, he knew of the hundreds of slayers now in existence thanks to Red and Buffy back at the Hellmouth that was Sunnydale. But something was brewing because more and more people came up missing and the slayers had to be involved. Though there were signs that pointed away from the slayers. Growling low Spike continued to look in front of him. The thoughts frustrated him, IF there were slayers going bad shouldn't there be something being done about it?
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