< spike > (thebigbad) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-21 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, spike |
Who: Buffy and Spike.
When: Evening.
Where: L.A streets.
What: With his last attempt at taking Buffy out marked as an extreme failure, Spike decides to track her down and try again.
Rating: TBD.
As soon as Buffy posted word about her going on patrol, Spike shoved his computer aside, headed down to the basement, and instantly started to search for something that was capable of putting a vampire slayer down long enough for him to haul her somewhere where her buddies wouldn't be able to put a stop to what he planned on doing to her. There was a lot to dig through - the stuff that they had lugged over to the mansion for Veronica's visit had been cluttered all over the place. Some of it was still dripping with her blood, and if Spike wasn't in such a terrible hurry, he had no doubt that he'd take a moment to stop and have a taste of what was left of the girl that he had plans on destroying. But his head was elsewhere. The Slayer was what was important, and so he drew his attention away from the sweet smell of Veronica's blood and sifted through the piles of weaponry that had been lying about the room.
It might have been by luck that Spike had managed to find a tranquilizer gun. He had picked it up from some loser that had been trying to take him down a few days ago and had tossed it aside in case Veronica's little bracelet got all power happy again. Upon looking at it, Spike knew that it would be the perfect thing to use on the Slayer. He wouldn't have to worry about winning or losing any fights with her. All he had to do was take aim, shoot, and hope to god that he had enough darts to take her out. He quickly picked up the gun and left the mansion. It was her scent that led him to her, which was surprising considering that the entire city smelled like rubbish and nearly obscured a lot of smells from his senses. Spike watched from a distance and kept to the shadows as soon as he caught sight of her. He'd watch and wait for the right moment. When it was there, he'd take it. And then? Well, it could only go uphill from there, right? Smirking, he crouched down low and lifted the gun so that he'd be prepared. Then he waited.