[Spike wakes up aching all over. That's probably due to how he's awkwardly slumped over a motorcycle in the most painful and uncomfortable position imaginable. He groans and rolls off, then grunts in pain when he hits the floor.]

Bloody Hell! Sodding... arse... buggering... who left a motorbike in my room?

[He groans and rubs his eyes, blinking ( Read more... )

( Private TL;DR )

[Spike's out and about in the town, eating innocents and generally having a good time. Despite a few random threats, the people who are looking into the vampire murders don't seem to have any clue that Spike's behind this, and he's happy to keep it that way. Means he gets his run of the town ( Read more... )

[Spike was not sorry to leave behind the trappings of 19th century clothes when he left the 19th century. They were not exactly designed to be comfortable. Still, once he got the castle to give him something in black, it's not so bad. Time to go out hunting ( Read more... )

( Street Filter//PRIVATE )

[Spike's sitting in the Death Match, looking mightily annoyed.]

For those wondering, I'm back to normal, and really wishing there were things I could kill around here. I don't like being toyed with. Is there any way to keep these loss things from happening again?

( Filtered to Angel )

[Spike has spent the past few days huddled in a corner in his room, not sure what to do with the new guilt his soul has brought him. But he's never been great at being alone, and now's no different. He's not sure how he can face anyone, but he's got to do something. So finally, he picks up his journal and sends out a few messages.]

( Buffy )

[The book falls open to reveal Spike watching television. There's a daytime soap on, and Spike is clearly riveted. There's not much for a vampire to do during the day, and he's developed a bit of an addiction. He's got a beer in one hand and some blood in a mug on the other. He's drinking from both of them as he watches. He glowers at the ( Read more... )

[Spike is having an uncharacteristically broody day. Maybe it's contagious, which would make sense since he's pretty much blaming Angel for it. Every time he starts having something good, bloody Angel has to swoop in and ruin everything. All right, calling Paradisa good would be stretching things. It's bearable only on the best of days. Buffy hates ( Read more... )

[Spike is not leaving his room. Not while he looks like this.]

Whoever gave me the makeover, you've got my coloring all wrong.

And these shrine things? Bloody stupid. Sometimes the dead ought to be forgotten.

[But he's still got one for his mother, one for Joyce Summers, one for Nikki Wood, and one for the Chinese slayer whose name he never ( Read more... )