We've come so far, even if we don't know where we are.
We've come so far, even if we don't know where we are.
Characters: Hanna and Galahad
When: Sunday, June 5th, late night.
Where: Right were Spike left him
Rating: G
Summary: After a rather tame run in with a vampire, Hanna is waiting face down on the ground for his Zombie partner, pretty drained of blood.
Hanna is quite positive that he is never going to leave the house without his PCD again. All of this could have been avoided if he'd been able to call Galahad before he left, but he hadn't really been thinking about that when he did. All he knew was that it was late, Galahad was out for a walk, and he wanted to join him. Forget his PCD, he hadn't even put on pants and just walked around in his boxers. Which actually was kind of embarrassing when he thought about it, which only passed his mind for a minute before it drifted off again.
It had been a while since Spike left, at least he had been nice enough to ping his partner with his location before walking off. He honestly didn't think vampires needed that much blood though, but he felt like he was going to puke, or worse, die and that seriously wasn't an option. After what had happened last week, he seriously hadn't been meaning on getting into a situation like this for a while. So much for that. At least he hadn't been attacked violently. He knew when he couldn't win, and really, you should never fight with a vampire. So, his only option was to force himself to stay awake and wait, his slow labored breath shifting the dirt in front of his face, eyes closed. At least Spike had kept his word. Not a drop of his blood had gotten on his sweater.
Characters: Hanna and Galahad
When: Sunday, June 5th, late night.
Where: Right were Spike left him
Rating: G
Summary: After a rather tame run in with a vampire, Hanna is waiting face down on the ground for his Zombie partner, pretty drained of blood.
Hanna is quite positive that he is never going to leave the house without his PCD again. All of this could have been avoided if he'd been able to call Galahad before he left, but he hadn't really been thinking about that when he did. All he knew was that it was late, Galahad was out for a walk, and he wanted to join him. Forget his PCD, he hadn't even put on pants and just walked around in his boxers. Which actually was kind of embarrassing when he thought about it, which only passed his mind for a minute before it drifted off again.
It had been a while since Spike left, at least he had been nice enough to ping his partner with his location before walking off. He honestly didn't think vampires needed that much blood though, but he felt like he was going to puke, or worse, die and that seriously wasn't an option. After what had happened last week, he seriously hadn't been meaning on getting into a situation like this for a while. So much for that. At least he hadn't been attacked violently. He knew when he couldn't win, and really, you should never fight with a vampire. So, his only option was to force himself to stay awake and wait, his slow labored breath shifting the dirt in front of his face, eyes closed. At least Spike had kept his word. Not a drop of his blood had gotten on his sweater.