chimaeras_lair: Losin' the Initiative... lookin' for a portrait.
Sunnydale hasn't been so much with the fun lately. Those bloody soldier boys have made my unlife even more miserable than usual. But coulda been worse I guess. Old Spike was too smart to be captured by those gits. May not be the vampire I was, but still ain't too bad at playin' hide 'n seek.
To make a long story short. After escapin' from the Initiative ambush with a painful wound to my shoulder. I hid out in the woods for a few days. Which yeah, the lack of food, loss of blood, and no rest didn't help with the not feelin' like crap. Just made me weak and exhausted. So after realizin' that I couldn't hide out forever. Snuck back into town. Layin' low as possible. Til I made it to the part of town where I needs to be. That bein' the Magic Box. Wasn't sure if was safe for me to go into the place til was sure those commando boys wasn't around. Then after lurkin' for a while, I saw my favorite good witch enter the shop. After makin' sure the coast was clear. Knew was the time to make my appearance. To ask for a bit of help.
Was embarrassed that I had to come to my former enemies for help. But not bein' Mr. Popular in the demon community anymore. Really was the only place I could think of goin. And knew Red would help me even if nobody else would. Am grateful to Rupert, Red, & 'er wicca friend... and even Anya for helpin' me out. Though obviously Ayn needs to work on her socializin' skills allot more. Will try to wait til after closin' time if ever do need any assistance again. Just to avoid annoyin' miss buy somethin' or get the hell out.
Of course after I got all liquor'd up to kill the pain, don't remember much. Other than Red and her angelic lookin' friend helpin' to cut the tracer... trackin' device... whatever it soddin' was... outta my shoulder. Although coulda been a bit more gentle, and not cut so deep tryin' to dig the damn thing out. But aren't professional medical types so really can't complain. At some point I blacked out. Not sure how long I was out of it. But was the next day when I came too. Since nobody was around when I left, didn't get to say thanks. So do need to thank them all the next time I see 'em for helpin' me when I needed it. Guess could say I dodged a bullet when it came to the Initiative recapturin' me again.
Yet all my recent problems did make me realize that Sunnydale isn't gonna be the safest place for me. That am gonna have to lay even lower than usual. And that the smartest thing to do, would be gettin' as far away from those commando boys as possible. But really didn't have much idea where to go or what to do. So didn't wanna go back to LA. Don't need anymore drama with soulful Angel or his bleedin' friends. Then who should show up for a friendly visit at the Crawford Street Mansion, but the Slayer's lovely mum. Is always a pleasure to talk to Joyce. Is such a wonderful lady. Well anyhow, since she knew that I was in the art collectin' business. And was good at findin' certain hard to attain artifacts. Came to me with a little business proposition. Seems is an old portrait that a client of her Gallery wants to find. Is offerin' a very considerable finders fee to whomever can find it. Since I really do need the money for blood 'n smokes... and so I can buy a nice Christmas present for my precious Dru. Said I'd track the paintin' down, and bring it back to Sunnydale ASAP. Hopefully before Christmas, if get on the move now. She gave me all the info she has on the portrait, and it's last known location. With Dru's vision-y help think won't be too hard to find it. If all goes smoothly. Can make some good money... and get in good with the Slayer's mum. A win-win situation for everyone.
So looks like me and Dru are goin' on a little road trip. Uh, or more the case a long cross country journey. But will be good to get thousands of miles away from Sunnyhell. Away from all my bloody problems for a little while. Right then. Collinsport, Maine. Here I come.
To make a long story short. After escapin' from the Initiative ambush with a painful wound to my shoulder. I hid out in the woods for a few days. Which yeah, the lack of food, loss of blood, and no rest didn't help with the not feelin' like crap. Just made me weak and exhausted. So after realizin' that I couldn't hide out forever. Snuck back into town. Layin' low as possible. Til I made it to the part of town where I needs to be. That bein' the Magic Box. Wasn't sure if was safe for me to go into the place til was sure those commando boys wasn't around. Then after lurkin' for a while, I saw my favorite good witch enter the shop. After makin' sure the coast was clear. Knew was the time to make my appearance. To ask for a bit of help.
Was embarrassed that I had to come to my former enemies for help. But not bein' Mr. Popular in the demon community anymore. Really was the only place I could think of goin. And knew Red would help me even if nobody else would. Am grateful to Rupert, Red, & 'er wicca friend... and even Anya for helpin' me out. Though obviously Ayn needs to work on her socializin' skills allot more. Will try to wait til after closin' time if ever do need any assistance again. Just to avoid annoyin' miss buy somethin' or get the hell out.
Of course after I got all liquor'd up to kill the pain, don't remember much. Other than Red and her angelic lookin' friend helpin' to cut the tracer... trackin' device... whatever it soddin' was... outta my shoulder. Although coulda been a bit more gentle, and not cut so deep tryin' to dig the damn thing out. But aren't professional medical types so really can't complain. At some point I blacked out. Not sure how long I was out of it. But was the next day when I came too. Since nobody was around when I left, didn't get to say thanks. So do need to thank them all the next time I see 'em for helpin' me when I needed it. Guess could say I dodged a bullet when it came to the Initiative recapturin' me again.
Yet all my recent problems did make me realize that Sunnydale isn't gonna be the safest place for me. That am gonna have to lay even lower than usual. And that the smartest thing to do, would be gettin' as far away from those commando boys as possible. But really didn't have much idea where to go or what to do. So didn't wanna go back to LA. Don't need anymore drama with soulful Angel or his bleedin' friends. Then who should show up for a friendly visit at the Crawford Street Mansion, but the Slayer's lovely mum. Is always a pleasure to talk to Joyce. Is such a wonderful lady. Well anyhow, since she knew that I was in the art collectin' business. And was good at findin' certain hard to attain artifacts. Came to me with a little business proposition. Seems is an old portrait that a client of her Gallery wants to find. Is offerin' a very considerable finders fee to whomever can find it. Since I really do need the money for blood 'n smokes... and so I can buy a nice Christmas present for my precious Dru. Said I'd track the paintin' down, and bring it back to Sunnydale ASAP. Hopefully before Christmas, if get on the move now. She gave me all the info she has on the portrait, and it's last known location. With Dru's vision-y help think won't be too hard to find it. If all goes smoothly. Can make some good money... and get in good with the Slayer's mum. A win-win situation for everyone.
So looks like me and Dru are goin' on a little road trip. Uh, or more the case a long cross country journey. But will be good to get thousands of miles away from Sunnyhell. Away from all my bloody problems for a little while. Right then. Collinsport, Maine. Here I come.