|Spike (i_wannadance) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2008-05-07 22:36:00
|Entry tags:||jesse custer, spike, zz:status complete|
Over your shoulder you have to watch heaven fall into hell (Jesse)
Jack Napier made Spike think.
And yes, the vampire was totally aware that that was really, really wrong. But he was built for something, wasn't he? This body was like this for a goddamn reason--literally a God damned reason. Spike wasn't a nice guy. And all the peace he'd found since getting his soul back, all of the grip he'd gotten on remembering every single face of every single victim, started to evaporate.
There were things he could do, here. Things he could do without that soul. Things the sodding Joker was making him think about. That was the Joker's job, wasn't it? Being the villain?
Spike smiled slightly to himself as he walked. No. No. That was his job.
...with the occasional moonlighting as a knight in shining armor or a babysitter for Dawn Summers, or a protector because she...
Was it all still about the Slayer?
Was he keeping the bloody soul for her, in the hope that he'd be...
What? Be good enough?
Spike scowled, pushing the glass door in front of him open. This place was pretty posh. Gargoyles outside made it feel a bit like home. He scanned the directory on the wall in the lobby and hopped into an elevator, going up.
When he got out of the lift, he rounded a corner, stopped in front of Jesse Custer's door, lowered his head, and knocked.