006 [ Accidental Visual | Location: Tram (green line), Streets of Taxon ] You know you wanna dance.
It's probably appropriate that Spike's on the tram when he sees her.
He hasn't been himself lately. It's only been half an hour since he remembered he was Spike the vampire, not William the poet. William couldn't drive, so Spike found himself without a car. He'd decided to take the tram. He doesn't really mind, though, he's not really in a hurry to talk to anyone.
There's something lurking in the corner of his eye that he can't quite make out. He knows people were talking about ghosts (though as William, he hadn't believed them), but he's not really scared. Compared to some of the things he's seen, ghosts are nothing. Hell, he'd been a ghost for a few months. If some spook wants to waste its time haunting a dead man, well, he's not going to stop it.
But the more he doesn't look at it and tells himself he doesn't care, the more he keeps noticing it. It's like knowing there's something you've forgotten, but having no idea what that something is. Finally, he twists around, looking up and seeing the ghost for the first time.
"Oh god," he says, standing up and backing away. "No, you can't-- you're not--" Nikki Wood. The second Slayer he killed. Not alive, not really in the flesh, but undeniably there. He rolls his eyes and glances vaguely upwards. "This isn't playing fair," he growls.
The second the tram stops, he stumbles out into the streets, letting the cool night air clear his head. He can walk the rest of the way.
[ooc: Backdated to before Lorne's vision.]
He hasn't been himself lately. It's only been half an hour since he remembered he was Spike the vampire, not William the poet. William couldn't drive, so Spike found himself without a car. He'd decided to take the tram. He doesn't really mind, though, he's not really in a hurry to talk to anyone.
There's something lurking in the corner of his eye that he can't quite make out. He knows people were talking about ghosts (though as William, he hadn't believed them), but he's not really scared. Compared to some of the things he's seen, ghosts are nothing. Hell, he'd been a ghost for a few months. If some spook wants to waste its time haunting a dead man, well, he's not going to stop it.
But the more he doesn't look at it and tells himself he doesn't care, the more he keeps noticing it. It's like knowing there's something you've forgotten, but having no idea what that something is. Finally, he twists around, looking up and seeing the ghost for the first time.
"Oh god," he says, standing up and backing away. "No, you can't-- you're not--" Nikki Wood. The second Slayer he killed. Not alive, not really in the flesh, but undeniably there. He rolls his eyes and glances vaguely upwards. "This isn't playing fair," he growls.
The second the tram stops, he stumbles out into the streets, letting the cool night air clear his head. He can walk the rest of the way.
[ooc: Backdated to before Lorne's vision.]