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Mar 06, 2006 17:47

I woke up with an hour to go before sunrise. Dawn's back was towards me, her knees pulled in to her chest, and underneath the cheap satin sheets she looked small and frail. Almost childlike. I ran a finger softly down the curve of her spine. She shifted slightly but didn't wake. There was a stain on the sheet from where I'd bitten her, and I ( Read more... )

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lockless_key March 7 2006, 02:43:30 UTC

Even though Spike is back, my life hasn't changed much. Not that I expected it to. He's just around more, and instead of sleeping with random guys I bring home from clubs, I sleep with him. It's slightly more fulfilling that way. Not as fulfilling as I'd hoped, though. He's back, but he didn't bring any better luck with him. Not for me ( ... )

sired1880spike March 9 2006, 14:11:13 UTC

Sitting here in the dark, feeling the grey of day beginning to seep into the shadows, chains chafing my arms, I think what a bloody idiot I am. Getting caught by a couple of goons. Spike of a few years ago wouldn't have let that happen. I've got soft and weak. I make a pretty crap vampire, when all's said and done.

Sighing, I wish I had a smoke. I rattle my chains and shout at the fish heads on the door but they ignore me. Bastards. I can't believe this is how it's going to end. Not even to go out fighting. That's just fucking stupid.

And then I hear it. Her voice is barely audible, least to non-vampires, but I know it's her. "Spike." And in that moment I feel something unexpected ( ... )

lockless_key March 9 2006, 19:04:47 UTC

I'm still crouched in the window like some dramatic superhero or something, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and trying to figure out where Spike's voice is coming from while feeling the blood drip slowly down my arm. Damn, that better not scar. At least it's shallow, but I can't imagine how dirty the damn glass must be around here.

I pinpoint Spike's location and jump down to the floor, landing almost silently on my feet. Wearing boots probably wasn't the best idea, but how the hell was I supposed to know I was gonna go climbing through abandoned warehouses? Goddamn, why are there so many of those in Sunnydale?

Slowly, carefully, I creep through the darkness to where Spike is. I don't have supernatural strength or eyesight or anything, really, crap deal, but I've learned to adjust over time. And, surely enough, there he is, all chained up to some column. Gambling debts? Jesus, he's not on his own anymore. If I hadn't happened to overhear, he wouldn't have gotten out, and then he would've never come back to me again... ( ... )

sired1880spike March 18 2006, 18:23:18 UTC

I hear Dawn landing on the floor. It's like a soft sighing - not the kind of sound a girl would normally make when she jumps through a window. Makes me think that Dawn has had to be stealthy quite a bit. The thought makes me sad, and also, inappropriately given the near-death situation, arouses me a bit.

I can see her in the shadows now, a slim figure in tall boots. She's beautiful and defiant and I'm furious with her.

"Yeah, and the chains are gonna untie themselves? Do you have any fucking idea what time it is?""I'm not stupid, pet," I say coldly, my voice barely audible, but I know she can hear me. She's attuned to me, now. "It's nearly sunup. But what do you reckon they'll do if they find you here ( ... )

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