(no subject)
Characters: Spike
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Entrance of the castle
Relative Date: Spike’s arrival
Status: Open
The midday helicopter landing was unfortunate, particularly since Spike had a tendency to go all flame-y in direct sunlight.
It was only the ticket clutched in his hand that motivated him to exit the aircraft, his duster pulled securely over his head, and make a run for the castle entrance. If Buffy did indeed need him as the ticket suggested, he would face far more than possible incineration to get to her. Still, he fully realized that this could all be a trap.
Once he was safe in the shadows of the castle entrance, Spike paused at the threshold out of habit. Letting his eyes drift shut, he breathed in the air - and all the scents that came with it. His skin crawled as he picked up on the magic of the place.
Though his instincts told him to turn around, Spike ignored them. He had caught the edge of the Slayer’s scent, and it was enough to push him forward and past the castle’s threshold, which apparently had no power to keep him out. She was here somewhere - in the flesh - and he wasn’t going to leave until he found her. But there were other scents mixed up with hers - other people and creatures he didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” he called, only to be met with silence. That was as far as his patience stretched. His chin cocked up, fingers itching to tear something apart. “Right. Out with you, then. Spooks, nasties, whatever you are. Not gonna stand here all day talkin’ to myself. Slayer? I know you’re here somewhere.”
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Entrance of the castle
Relative Date: Spike’s arrival
Status: Open
The midday helicopter landing was unfortunate, particularly since Spike had a tendency to go all flame-y in direct sunlight.
It was only the ticket clutched in his hand that motivated him to exit the aircraft, his duster pulled securely over his head, and make a run for the castle entrance. If Buffy did indeed need him as the ticket suggested, he would face far more than possible incineration to get to her. Still, he fully realized that this could all be a trap.
Once he was safe in the shadows of the castle entrance, Spike paused at the threshold out of habit. Letting his eyes drift shut, he breathed in the air - and all the scents that came with it. His skin crawled as he picked up on the magic of the place.
Though his instincts told him to turn around, Spike ignored them. He had caught the edge of the Slayer’s scent, and it was enough to push him forward and past the castle’s threshold, which apparently had no power to keep him out. She was here somewhere - in the flesh - and he wasn’t going to leave until he found her. But there were other scents mixed up with hers - other people and creatures he didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” he called, only to be met with silence. That was as far as his patience stretched. His chin cocked up, fingers itching to tear something apart. “Right. Out with you, then. Spooks, nasties, whatever you are. Not gonna stand here all day talkin’ to myself. Slayer? I know you’re here somewhere.”