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Tweak says, "y tu mama tambien"

Baba Yaga (i_cast) wrote in reality_crisis,
@ 2012-07-08 21:04:00

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plot: worlds collide, spike, status: complete

There's a stranger in my bed (Spike)
The crone stretched slowly, groaning a little as she felt the twinges of soreness from a very good night. She made a soft moan as she curled up tighter to the body beside her. She bit softly into the skin near her lips, nails lightly raked at the skin beneath her fingers. Her legs wrapped about the body beside her. She did always like waking up to wonderful bodies beside her. Wonderful and useful bodies.

"Wake up, love." She might have run the ring over the skin, just a little painful tease. She did like the idea that he would let her hurt him, even a small pain, so easily. She bit softly again. "So, did the boy make it through?"

The crone didn't remember her Viking returning to their bed, and there was a strange feeling inside. She sat up quickly to look at the body beside her.

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" The power was already growing for an attack.

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wasghostly
2012-07-09 03:03 am UTC (link)

Spike had been dreaming pretty deeply when his body began to be accosted. It sent the dream, which was already revolving around his time spent trapped as a spirit, fully back into his memories of hell. Both the real place that had reached into his essence when he was a ghost, to the mental hell he'd been put through when his soul had been returned to him.

By the time he was yanked into wakefulness by the unknown voice he turned sharply, fangs and demonic ridges springing forth. He snarled, then stopped, looking around as he tried to get a bearing on where he was.

It returned to him quickly enough, however, and after double checking to make sure he was indeed still in his room he force the demon back inside,

"Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?! This is my room," he said, eyes narrowed. Not that he was inherently against a pretty woman being in his bed,but around here he had to be careful about who got into his room without him knowing. He jumped up out of the bed, indifferent to his own nakedness. He looked at the door, then scowled at her. "How'd you get in here?"

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i_cast
2012-07-10 01:28 am UTC (link)

"How did I-" Hopefully the blond male wasn't too attached to his things because they were starting shake, a few lifting from whatever surface they were resting on. She didn't feel the City's power, but she wasn't too concerned. It wasn't the first time the City had kept the power away from her.

"Who are you?" Something flew at the blond, who actually wasn't that bad looking. She did take a moment to appreciate what she saw, but she didn't like waking up to a man who was not hers. Or more someone whom she didn't take to bed. She glared at him, not seeming too concerned that she too wasn't exactly dressed. The ring the only thing she wore.

"I am not someone yo wish to piss off." She was not at all a pleasant woman when she was pushed.

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wasghostly
2012-07-10 02:49 am UTC (link)

He glanced around. So she was magical. Alright.

He batted away the bottle that was aimed at his face, then put his hands on his hips.

"I'm the bloody owner of this apartment," he snapped. He reached over and touched one of the patches of skin she'd gnawed on in her sleep. "Calm down. You're not the one who woke up being chewed on by a stranger, you crazy bitch." Normally he wouldn't mind rough play, and sometimes he craved it, but like Baba he preferred people he knowingly took to bed.

He eyed the television and the refrigerator, the only two things he really cared about in the basement apartment, then looked around. The woman didn't appear with clothes, apparently. He turned and stalked over to some dresser drawers, opening them and pulling out a couple pairs of pants and one of the shirts he liked less. He tossed the two articles at the bed for her, then pulled on his own pair of pants. It wasn't that he was ashamed, he just didn't want the distraction.

It was taking a moment for him to get out of dreaming, but he was putting together what happened. "For crying out loud. You're just dropping people into a bloke's bed now? What the hell does that have to do with saving this bloody world?" he demanded of the ceiling. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a heavy sigh. "Name's Spike. Another trapped champion of destiny in apocalypse land, like you are now. Step wrecking my apartment and give me a moment to eat something."

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i_cast
2012-07-10 03:25 am UTC (link)

The crone's eyes narrowed, and she would/could have ripped his throat out for that 'crazy bitch' bit; but, she didn't. First of all, he gave her clothes, and second of all, he wasn't attacking her. She sighed, pulling the shirt over her naked body, ignoring the pants.

"You may call me 'Red.'" She wasn't giving her name out here or anywhere else as far as she was concerned. Her head tilted slightly, eyes lifting up to the ceiling as if she expected some answer or to find who/what the blond man was addressing.

"I am no champion, certainly not of destiny." She might aid, but she was no champion. She'd never claim such. In fact, she looked a little disgusted by the idea. She settled down on the edge of the bed, her hands on her pressed together knees. She wasn't doing it exactly for decency. It let her lean forward a little, just for comfort. She shrugged, and leaned back on her hands instead, her legs stretching out in front of her, crossing at the ankles.

"What are you?" A hand lifted to motion at her forehead.

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wasghostly
2012-07-10 04:14 am UTC (link)

"You're a little lacking in the ginger department to get that name, don't you think? Or are you a firecrotch?" he asked. He honestly hadn't looked, having been too busy trying to work out what was going on.

He shrugged. "You're here. And according to the local legend that means you're a destroyer or a savior of this planet. That's what the locals keep going on about, anyway, personally I've been here for a while and haven't seen anything too freaky do with the other incomers beyond us all having to deal with the messed up magic around here."

He walked over to his fridge, opening it and pulling out one of the packets of blood before going to the microwave, pouring the blood into a cup and putting it in to heat it up. He wasn't overly happy that he didn't know her and he'd already revealed himself, but there was no point in trying to hide it now that she'd seen him. "Vampire," he said shortly. "And no, I'm not evil, or going to try to eat you, or any other crock like that. What's you?"

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i_cast
2012-07-11 01:09 am UTC (link)

"I don't care if you're 'evil,' though anyone who would take on the word 'champion' without complete derision...well.." The crone waved at the thought as if it spoke for itself. She crossed her legs at the knee, smiling slightly. "And, I don't think there's much you could do to me even if you did try to eat me. It'd probably hurt more than I'd like, but I've had worse, no doubt." Her foot bobbed as she watched him.

"And, I'm probably neither destroyer nor savior. Though you may wish to be on the savior side, mm?" She laughed softly and finally addressed her name. She glanced down at her lap, smiling even more.

"Trust me, whether I'm a pretty blaze or dark as midnight, I would still be 'Red'." She laughed. "Do you want to check though? See which way this will fall?"

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wasghostly
2012-07-12 01:35 am UTC (link)

"I took that title in my world because I earned it. Here they slap it on whoever falls into somebody else's bed," Spike said pointedly. When his blood was done he took the cup out and sipped it, walking over to his chair and sitting down, looking at her over the rim of his mug.

This woman was clearly not all there, one minute trying to magically brain him and the next coming onto him. "Don't much care for your type," he grunted. "No offense."

Now there was the matter of what to do with her. She had refused the pants, and the oversized shirt was enough to just barely hide everything, but Spike didn't know about bringing her outside and to Belia. First of all he wasn't one to deliver anybody to the woman in charge, and second, he didn't really think Red would cooperate.

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i_cast
2012-07-12 02:03 am UTC (link)

"Mm. Well, you're the only one who has called me that. As I said, never would claim it for myself." The crone shrugged, the edge of the shirt lifting a little. She looked around the apartment then at him.

"That's disgusting." Her nose wrinkled. She knew what he was drinking; probably would have known even if she didn't connect the dots from vampire to blood. "You drink reheated blood? Is it a synthetic?" Eric had told her something about the synthetic glop he'd had in his world; hell, she'd tried it and found it useless.

"That almost breaks the heart. A vampire not feeding directly from the source." Her hand went up. "That's not an invitation, not yet. I don't know you well enough, and for all I know, you could explode. One of your kind hasn't fed from me."

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wasghostly
2012-07-12 03:12 am UTC (link)

"Pig," Spike said, unfazed. He'd stopped being ashamed of his fallback drink a long time ago. It was something he had to have, so what was the point in letting a jerk or a loudmouth make you feel bad about it? "And it's not bad when it's got a pinch of cinnamon in it. Not that they have any here." He'd stolen enough of Angel's supply to get a taste for the spice.

"Sorry your heart's sore. But I don't drink from magical things here. Plays with my head. And as dull as the people 'round here are, I prefer to keep my wits."

He tilted his head. "What're the kind you know about? Pretty? Soul irrelevant? One of them a Viking?" He snorted slightly at the odds. But who knew, maybe somebody else from Eric's world had dropped in. They both knew vampires and talked about synthetic blood, after all. Then again, Eric had claimed there was no magic where he was from, which ruled this woman out.

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i_cast
2012-07-13 01:16 am UTC (link)

"Pig." The crone laughed softly, shaking her head. "Spiced mulled pig blood. How wonderful." She just smiled. She stood slowly, pulling the shirt down a little.

"There is a comment about having wits in the first place that I could make, but I'll let it rest. You may do as you wish. Though, I would think you'd want human blood, or whatever passes for human here." She shrugged it off, not at all bothered by it.

"I do know of many. Or enough. There's a bit of a libertine, a Viking, a darling child." She shrugged again. "Have you met such then?"

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wasghostly
2012-07-13 06:33 am UTC (link)

"Don't knock it till you've tried it, sweetheart," Spike responded, watching her warily. "And thanks. I do, and plan to keep on doing."

He didn't argue about his own intelligence. He knew he had it and that was enough for him. Besides, he preferred to be seen as a "bad" guy, which didn't normally go hand in hand with being a "tough" guy.

He shrugged a shoulder. "I've met all sorts. And I don't see any reason in discussing them with a stranger," he said. He didn't mind Eric. Other than being a vampire he didn't have anything directly going against him personality wise, and he seemed half decent at looking after the people of New Troy. So Spike wasn't going to out him, or even bring him up again to a new acquaintance who's motivations were unclear to him.

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i_cast
2012-07-14 02:11 am UTC (link)

"Mm, good. Smart. That much I'm sure you'll survive longer that way. You're much too pretty to die in some ridiculously moronic fashion, such as telling the wrong person the wrong information...or the right information." The crone laughed softly, moving through the apartment, touching this and that. She soon turned to look at him.

"I suppose I should go." She sighed and look at the pants she'd ignored. With a shrug, she yanked them on then looked at how they weren't fitting her. "Have a bit of rope? Belt?"

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wasghostly
2012-07-14 03:03 am UTC (link)

"Yeah. Well, despite what anybody may say or thing, I'm not a moron," Spike said. He assessed her for a moment. He was wearing his own pants and belt form his world, and not about to give either up. They were the only things around here that fit him properly. He got up and looked around and came up with a slightly ratty leather belt that didn't really match the pants at all, then held it out to her.

"They're not fashion forward out here. But I will need that back once you get your own things."

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i_cast
2012-07-14 03:38 am UTC (link)

"Of course." The crone just nodded, claiming the belt and sending it through the loops. She didn't care if it looked exactly; she also didn't care if the vampire got his things back. She had more important issues, such as a Viking who was out there and possibly in trouble. She knew he could get out of it, mostly, but...

"Oh, dear boy," she turned as she was heading to the door. "You may want to be more careful with the strangers in your bed." She smiled slightly, focusing. Eric's blood had enhanced a few things; one was her ability to wreck a little havoc with the dead, or undead. Spike would find it a little hard to move.

"Some of us are pretty damn deadly." She winked and walked out. It was until she was out of the apartment, he'd find that he could move on his own again.

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wasghostly
2012-07-14 04:10 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, well-" Spike paused in his attempt to lean forward, pausing and then making a face. He knew it was her, it had to be her, and he threw her a look that portrayed how little he appreciated it.

He finally stopped resisting and settled back. "Trust me. It wasn't my idea."

He watched her leave, glad that when she was gone he felt his body being let go of whatever power she held.

He got up and went to his door, locking it. It wouldn't do much against something like her, but it made him feel better.

"Crazy broad," he grumbled, then finished his blood and went back to his bed, flopping into it and pulling the covers over himself. That was not how he wanted to start any day, so he'd probably just sleep through this one and try tomorrow.

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