| A Horrible Idea |
[29 Apr 2008|07:33pm] |
Bad dreams made Spike cranky. Always had.
And when Spike was cranky, he needed to hit something. Several times, preferably hard. Which was what brought Spike to wander the streets of Searchlight -- and he used the term street loosely -- in search of many nasties to butt heads with, and maybe even a vampire or two to dust.
Fortunately for the Champion, he just finished off one of the former. Some greasy bugger with a black mullet and this annoying-ass black tattoo on his forehead. The good news was, this vamp didn't seem to know or care who Spike was. The bad news, he kept mouthing off about some propehcy about a child.
He made no sense, so Spike killed him.
But dusting the vampire did little to calm Spike. He still fumed over the dream he'd had hours before, an odd tale in which Lorne had talked him into taking as trip to Japan to stop a popular children's show from killing children. That wasn't so bad -- neither was the Japanese warrior woman who obviously lusted after him -- but the fact that Spike and Lorne spent much of the dream was wee little puppet men was a bit irksome.
The telepathic fish didn't help matters, either.
A gust of wind brought an unfamiliar scent Spike's way. One quick sniff, and the vampire surmised it was human. Not one he knew, either, so with a sigh, Spike lit a cigarette and began to walk away.
"Might wanna go home, mate. Not safe out here at night."
[Thread open to NPC Agent Markowitz.]
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