Who: Spike and [open to Hyperion Residents] What: Soul!Spike is back in action. When: Evening. Where: Outside of the Hyperion. Rating: TBD.
The second after Spike stepped out of that doorway that Lucifer created in hell, he found himself laying in the corner of some dark room that he knew to be his own. Two vampires were laying on each side of him, both female and both completely naked. It didn't take much longer for Spike to realize that he himself seemed to be lacking in clothing. Quickly and quietly, he rolled out of bed and shoved on a black shirt, a pair of jeans, his trademark boots, and the long black leather jacket that was hanging up in the corner of the room. Sneaking his way out of a mansion full of his own minions was an easy thing to do since none of them suspected that he was no longer rooting for their team. Killing a few on the way out was even easier. As soon as he cleared the back entrance, Spike located a motorcycle along the side of the mansion and approached it. A flashing memory of him killing the man who rode it quickly dashed it's way through his mind. Spike reached into his pocket and, sure enough, found the set of keys that he needed in order to get the bike started.
He hopped on, turned the ignition, and flipped the headlights on as the engine roared to life. Then he was off. There was only one place that Spike could think of heading to, and that was the Hyperion Hotel. Dawn would be there. And when he found her, she was going to hear more than a mouthful from him. He was furious. How could she have made a bargain with the devil for his sake? What the fuck had she been thinking?
When he reached the front of the hotel, Spike hopped off of the motorcycle and started up the front walk. His arrival probably wasn't unknown at this point, as motorcycles had a tendency to be quite loud.