fresh off the bus and already breaking stuff

[merci_bokor]

Who: Marie LaFayet
Where: outside of Sunnydale
When: Oct. 15th
invited: anyone nearby

Nearly midnight and the streets approaching the edge of town were empty, no lights, no cars passing by, no sounds, no people, not even crickets chirping, and the absence of all those things had nothing to do with the late hour. The cabbie pulled to the side of the

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[trenchcoatvamp]

"Fancy trick," Spike drawled. The vampire sat sprawled beneath the metal kiosk of Sunnydale's defunct bus system, long legs stretched out before him. He'd been on a mission - crossing town to get something or other from his crypt - when Marie's little light trick had attracted his attention.

Naturally, he'd stopped to watch.

Overcome with lethargy, he'd felt compelled to sit down.

The vampire's Zippo flared as he lit up a cigarette, drawing down long and hard until the tip burned ember red. Then he snapped the lighter closed and pocketed it.

The vampire slouched to his feet, rambling over in a way that no way conveyed threat. If anything, it looked like a paraplegic in a wheelchair could out pace Spike. Was there such a thing as a Vampire Sloth?

"Folks have been trying for months to bring down that wall and here you are drilling holes on your first try. What's your name, pet?"

[merci_bokor]

Huffing and puffing with her big suitcase in tow, Marie stopped to look at the pasty but handsome blonde man addressing her. Months, eh? She wiped her forhead. "Takes a powerful bokor to counter big magic like that. Maybe the others who tried just don't know what they're doing," She boasted, grinning proudly at the man as she took a moment to catch her breath

[trenchcoatvamp]

Spike did not possess even the slightest chivalrous bone in his entire body... After all, if a bird was ditzy enough to wander into the middle of Sunnydale with an overloaded suitcase, then she deserved to carry it, right? Besides, a Vadun priestess with that kinda beaucoup mojo? She could float it...

It was William who took the step forward, hand extended toward the huge suitcase. "Can I help you with that?" he offered, ever the Victorian gentleman. No way in hell that he could stand there while a lovely young woman struggled with such a monstrous load...

The vampire's molars ground in a fit of irritation with his soulful half, but the demon made no move to retract the offer or withdraw him hand. He'd already made more than enough of a spectacle of himself on several occasions.

Besides, it would have required more effort to argue with himself than to just lift the silly luggage.

"I know the folks who wear white hats," he replied. It was Spike who threw in the snarky final comment. "Why dontcha just pack what you can carry,

[merci_bokor]

If I coulda got a cabbie to come all the way in here, I wouldn't be carrying it at all, she thought. Seriously, zombie slaves, first chance she got, she was making some. Marie wasn't sure what to make of the guy's offer. One minute he seemed nice enough, the next he was taking the piss out of her. Strange guy

[trenchcoatvamp]

Spike experienced that weird tingling that came with being magically checked out. Not the first time he'd felt it, and probably not the last. In the past, he'd have reacted fast to kill the bitch before she could get off a spell.

"Got it outta my Cracker Jacks, alright? I wanted a shiny decoder ring and got stuck with this instead," he retorted, visibly agitated. What? Did he have SOUL written on his forehead in big red letters? Bloody embarrassing, it was!

Her heavy bag in his grip didn't test his strength - not really - but the effort necessary to make the exertion left him exhausted. "There's a dark mojo at work all over town. Everyone's acting on their vices - seven deadlies from what I've witnessed. Any chance you can shield against that?"

[merci_bokor]

"I could try," She offered with a nod. "Could work up another spell breaker, or maybe just a ward..." The thought of working more big magic right now made her body ache. He was right, there was big mojo surrounding this town, covering it like a blanket-- and whatever it was making people act out their vices, like the vampire said, it was completely seperate from the wall spell. Marie felt it, like a weighted feather tickling the back of her skull

[trenchcoatvamp]

"BOLLOCKS!"

Coughing up white goo, Spike staggered backward. The vampire was taken unaware, completely confounded when the witch attacked him without warning. He was stunned seconds later to find himself still alive. Dead. Undead. Err...

Whatever.

Dripping crude, Spike suddenly lost his footing, boot soles sliding out from under him, and landed on is ass in the dirt.

Scowling, Spike stared at his hands, and realized that he was GLOWING.

"What the hell did you do to me, bint?" Explosively mad, Spike staggered to his feet, glaring at Marie. "I have a soul," he intoned, advancing one menacing step at a time. "So I'm gonna give you till the count of ten head start, witch..."

[merci_bokor]

Marie gasped at the vampire's sudden burst of energy, shocked since he'd been so sluggish not moments before. "Rete!" She waved her hand in front of her, throwing a magical forcefield up around her in case he did come after her-- no way she could out run him, a vampire. But just in case THAT spell decided not to work for some reason, too, she took off down the block, putting a good dozen or so yards between her and glow-in-the-dark Spike.

"Ok, before you kill me, that was an accident!" Marie told him, hollaring at him across the street in hopes of calming him down. "That was supposed to be a spell breaker, not a night-light," She tried to explain. "Maybe it only affects vampires that way? Maybe it's cuz you got a soul, make the spell work wrong, yeah? Can't hardly blame ME for that!" She said, momentary panic turning into a light giggle. "Honestly, though, it's kind of funny. You're the brightest boy I know, hands down, vampire." Marie told him with a cocky smirk.