I seem to be struck by you.
Who: two rudolphofvamps slipperysoul
When: idk today before sirens
Where: Angel's hotel room/hallway/stairwell....
Summary: Spike goes to PUNCH ANGEL IN THE FACE. No really that's it.
Warnings: vio...lence...
[It had taken Spike a long time to work up to this moment. To look deep into himself and the root of his urges where his sire was concerned. He had come to one conclusion and one conclusion only, wrapping Peter's fleece blanket tighter around himself as he made his way to the hotel in Sector 5. Sure he got strange looks but most just thought he was an errant homeless person and that suited him fine.
It was getting colder in the supposedly Canadian town, not that he should've been able to feel it. But there was always something off about Spike. Something he and Angel knew was there but had never verbally acknowledged. It nudged at Spike now as if it were something he could suddenly change. But it was as fundamentally a part of him as Angel himself was.
He ditched the blanket outside, creeping up the back stairwell to avoid any of the more permanent tenants. Masked with Peter's smell, he rapped hard on the door and moved out of the way of the viewer as he waited for Angel to answer, knowing as long as there was still daylight the older vampire would be found here.
At the first hint of Angel, he pushed the door open and reared back, nothing but pure unadulterated fury driving his actions as he put all of his strength behind the hit. He didn't pull even one aspect of the punch, holding back a sigh of rightness as he felt Angel's nose crack from the pressure.]
There. [he said with a wide grin, bouncing on his heels a bit.] Now we're even.
When: idk today before sirens
Where: Angel's hotel room/hallway/stairwell....
Summary: Spike goes to PUNCH ANGEL IN THE FACE. No really that's it.
Warnings: vio...lence...
[It had taken Spike a long time to work up to this moment. To look deep into himself and the root of his urges where his sire was concerned. He had come to one conclusion and one conclusion only, wrapping Peter's fleece blanket tighter around himself as he made his way to the hotel in Sector 5. Sure he got strange looks but most just thought he was an errant homeless person and that suited him fine.
It was getting colder in the supposedly Canadian town, not that he should've been able to feel it. But there was always something off about Spike. Something he and Angel knew was there but had never verbally acknowledged. It nudged at Spike now as if it were something he could suddenly change. But it was as fundamentally a part of him as Angel himself was.
He ditched the blanket outside, creeping up the back stairwell to avoid any of the more permanent tenants. Masked with Peter's smell, he rapped hard on the door and moved out of the way of the viewer as he waited for Angel to answer, knowing as long as there was still daylight the older vampire would be found here.
At the first hint of Angel, he pushed the door open and reared back, nothing but pure unadulterated fury driving his actions as he put all of his strength behind the hit. He didn't pull even one aspect of the punch, holding back a sigh of rightness as he felt Angel's nose crack from the pressure.]
There. [he said with a wide grin, bouncing on his heels a bit.] Now we're even.