tenth slay--street filter, private to Buffy.
[Spike's out and about in the town, eating innocents and generally having a good time. Despite a few random threats, the people who are looking into the vampire murders don't seem to have any clue that Spike's behind this, and he's happy to keep it that way. Means he gets his run of the town.
Then he catches a scent coming towards him that he knows very well. The scent that makes the hairs on the back of his neck prick up and leaves him wanting all at once. He quickly snaps the neck of the woman he's been drinking and uses some snow to wipe the blood off his mouth and hands. He shoves the woman away and covers her in snow and rushes ahead to find her fro a less potentially incriminating location. He leans against a wall and lights up a cigarette, waiting for her.
When she approaches, he nods at her casually, glad that his heart can't speed up or anything like that. He can pretend he's not affected by her at all. He shouldn't be affected by her.]
Hullo, Summers.
Then he catches a scent coming towards him that he knows very well. The scent that makes the hairs on the back of his neck prick up and leaves him wanting all at once. He quickly snaps the neck of the woman he's been drinking and uses some snow to wipe the blood off his mouth and hands. He shoves the woman away and covers her in snow and rushes ahead to find her fro a less potentially incriminating location. He leans against a wall and lights up a cigarette, waiting for her.
When she approaches, he nods at her casually, glad that his heart can't speed up or anything like that. He can pretend he's not affected by her at all. He shouldn't be affected by her.]
Hullo, Summers.