Well..that was fun.

[noblevampire]

He arrives much the way he went out, at least from his perspective. Light, burning, pain. Still he doesn't cry out and as the effects begin to wear off and his vision clears finds himself not exactly where he expected. The only telling sign of what he's just endured is a scorched hole in his shirt and a large burn on his chest, remnants of the

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[drownedfuchsia]

Fuchsia is dancing. It's not anything formal, dance-wise, more the type a silly girl does when they think they're alone. Sadly, her strange dress, slightly odd mannerisms, and childish behaviour might remind Spike of someone he once knew. Though that would be the end of any comparison.

She's also humming to herself as she dances around a large sitting room, somehow avoiding the furniture.

[noblevampire]

He's run into a lot of people dancing today, although this dance is not quite like the other. He's almost tempted to surprise her and join in, though he hardly knows why. For a little while he just watches, rather amused.

[drownedfuchsia]

Joining her would probably wind up with some bruised toes, although whose toes they might be is up for debate.

Eventually, when she's done listening to whatever tune was playing in her head, she flumps (a verb for Fuchsia, though it is onomatopoeic as well as a verb) on the floor and picks up a book to read.

[noblevampire]

All of this is more than a little fun for Spike and it does definitely remind him of someone he knew, though that part is less fun. "Is it good?" He finally pipes up.

[drownedfuchsia]

"It's very good," she gushes, not even looking up at the new person. "It's a very romantic story. Miss Catherine gave it to me."

For the record, she's reading Twilight.

[noblevampire]

"Romance--" He lets out a slight laugh, "Not so bad I guess. Anything exciting happen so far?"

[drownedfuchsia]

"The hero's just saved the heroine from something called a van. She thinks he's repulsed by her but he's about to confess something, I'm sure of it, when she's getting care from the doctor."

[noblevampire]

"Huh-- never read that one. Though I can understand the sentiments."

[drownedfuchsia]

"You should," Fuchsia says with the fervour of a a dedicated fan, or a 14 year old girl. "It is a brilliant tale. You can have the book when I'm finished, if you want."

[noblevampire]

"If I've got time, why not." He shrugs, "A romance, yeah?"

[drownedfuchsia]

"It's between Bella, who is a normal person, like us," excuse Fuchsia, "and something called a vampire named Edward. He drinks blood and sparkles."

[noblevampire]

There is a long moment of pause. Then he goes to open his mouth, finds he can't and remains silent for a bit longer, after which he blurts out rather rudely, "Sparkles? You have got to be joking? What, is he covered in body glitter or something? One of those crazy trippers left over from the seventies?"

[drownedfuchsia]

"I am not joking!" Fuchsia sputters. "In the sunlight, he sparkles and glitters like diamonds."

[noblevampire]

He snags the book from her rather rudely, glancing over the pages opened to before shutting it fast in disgust. "Ain't no bloody vampire I ever knew that sparkled in the sun. More like flames and cooking flesh, then dust."

Opening the book again he reads another random page, "What a bloody mess this book. Written by a daydreaming twelve year old I'd wager."

[drownedfuchsia]

Fuchsia's mouth and eyes go wide. There's a bit of a squeak when the book is summarily pulled from her hands.

"What would you know about it? You --" she's so angry, there's a momentary loss of speech, as she takes in his unnatural hair colour and sneers at his manners. "You could never understand something so, so," what's the word, "wonderful!" That's not the word for most, but it's the one Fuchsia's going with.

[noblevampire]

He's a bit irritated now at the insistence of these people, who he's never met until recently and who seem to have crazy ideas about cold blooded killers, telling him what he is. His face takes on a very different form but, if we were being honest, he had no intention of doing so. Still when he realizes he takes the opportunity of looking scary to make a point.

"This is a vampire, love. This is a killer. Most would rather eat you first than have a conversation, let alone give you a peck on the cheek. We burn in sunlight and while fire may have a bit of a sparkle our skin sure as hell doesn't." His face reverts to its more human appearance as he finishes and he wonders whether or not he's just made a very rude mistake.