[ Spike was slowly getting the hang of this worldhopping thing, much as he hated mojo. He was just glad it was night. Much fun as it was to dance around in the Sun, still unnerved him plenty when flames didn't follow. Knew he should just take the victory as it was, but he wasn't so good at that these days ( Read more... )

Time to see if this works, [ he said to himself, pulling out the innocuous looking Bic lighter the wizard had given him and flicking it on. At first, nothing happened and he was ready to march right back up to the bloke-- and that's when it happened. The world slipped out from beneath him and before he could shout, there was a zombie in front of ( Read more... )

[ It's another day in Hell and he's on his way to see a wizard. He leads a full unlife, he does. Smoking a cigarette and not looking up from his shoes seems as sure a way as any not to get dragged into a fight, but he knows nothing is without its flaws. Though he is feeling pretty good about this ( Read more... )

[ he was carrying his sword and an axe today, plus some stakes for good measure. not that there were many vamps left out here. a serial killer had to be easy to spot, right ( Read more... )

[Spike regarded his inmate oddly, as he often did, waving as he stepped past the curtain - his voice almost uncharacteristically soft.]

They say you're a free man.

[This is left by Brian's bed in the infirmary, no note attached.]

[Spike drops onto the deck, no different-looking than when he'd been here last, but he now has a long sword strapped to his back.

He's murmuring under his breath, business as usual.]

Went to Hell again... got dusted again... seen a lot've things I wasn't meant to see...Why'd I come back here again? --More importantly, anyone here recognize me ( Read more... )