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Who: Buffy and Spike
Where Spike's crypt
When: October 14th, late morning
Even decked in ridiculous amounts of jewelry, teetering on her new red high heels, Buffy hadn't forgotten her obligations. Not entirely, at any rate. It was clear there was some sort of spell afoot, she had realized that in the back of her mind even as she slugged and robbed two demons the previous night. But finding out what in hell was affecting the residents of Sunnydale would have to take a backseat for half an hour as she paid her customary visit to Spike's crypt.
Hand poised on the crypt's heavy door, Buffy frowned at the sounds emerging from within. Ugh, more demon squatters to contend with, trying to take over Spike's home while he was away. The thought of them inside enraged her and, despite her impractical shoe wear, Buffy managed to kick open the door with an impressive show of strength. She stormed in, all flexing fists and pissed off slayer righteousness.
The sight that greeted her glittering eyes was totally unexpected, made her temporarily falter. There were squatters all right, vaguely serpentine demons with impressive talons, but the sounds she had heard were of them mercilessly beating a pale figure, prostate on the stone floor.
"Spike?" Buffy breathed the name, unsure if the figure was actually the vampire in question or not.
Wasting no time figuring out if her guess was accurate or not, Buffy got straight to business. She moved in a blur of kinetic motion, stabbing one demon in the neck even as she used the momentum from a spin to punch another. The attack couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes, as Buffy savagely plunged her dagger into the last demon's heart, straddling him until a gurgle emerged from his lips and he expired there on the floor.
Wiping her hands on her jeans, she stood again awkwardly, nearly tripping over her feet as she scrambled toward Spike.
"It's you, isn't it?" Buffy asked urgently, her face quickly losing the flush of battle as she surveyed his body. This wasn't right, even without the injuries it was clear he wasn't well. "Are you...can you… speak?" Eyes wide with concern, she put a hand hesitantly on his shoulder, trying to support him from her awkward crouching position.
Where Spike's crypt
When: October 14th, late morning
Even decked in ridiculous amounts of jewelry, teetering on her new red high heels, Buffy hadn't forgotten her obligations. Not entirely, at any rate. It was clear there was some sort of spell afoot, she had realized that in the back of her mind even as she slugged and robbed two demons the previous night. But finding out what in hell was affecting the residents of Sunnydale would have to take a backseat for half an hour as she paid her customary visit to Spike's crypt.
Hand poised on the crypt's heavy door, Buffy frowned at the sounds emerging from within. Ugh, more demon squatters to contend with, trying to take over Spike's home while he was away. The thought of them inside enraged her and, despite her impractical shoe wear, Buffy managed to kick open the door with an impressive show of strength. She stormed in, all flexing fists and pissed off slayer righteousness.
The sight that greeted her glittering eyes was totally unexpected, made her temporarily falter. There were squatters all right, vaguely serpentine demons with impressive talons, but the sounds she had heard were of them mercilessly beating a pale figure, prostate on the stone floor.
"Spike?" Buffy breathed the name, unsure if the figure was actually the vampire in question or not.
Wasting no time figuring out if her guess was accurate or not, Buffy got straight to business. She moved in a blur of kinetic motion, stabbing one demon in the neck even as she used the momentum from a spin to punch another. The attack couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes, as Buffy savagely plunged her dagger into the last demon's heart, straddling him until a gurgle emerged from his lips and he expired there on the floor.
Wiping her hands on her jeans, she stood again awkwardly, nearly tripping over her feet as she scrambled toward Spike.
"It's you, isn't it?" Buffy asked urgently, her face quickly losing the flush of battle as she surveyed his body. This wasn't right, even without the injuries it was clear he wasn't well. "Are you...can you… speak?" Eyes wide with concern, she put a hand hesitantly on his shoulder, trying to support him from her awkward crouching position.