Who: Spike, Darla, and whoever else is involved. What: Spike making good on his word to find Darla. When: Evening, obviously. Where: Darla's mansion [although it probably wasn't originally]. Rating: PG-13 at the least. Status: In progress.
If there was anything that Spike could take great pride in, it was the simple fact that he was extremely talented when it came to beating faces into bloody little pulps until said faces started spewing out the information that he needed in order to find an old friend and new enemy. Specifically? Darla. The two had managed to avoid one another for a good while now, but Spike knew well enough that it would only be a matter of time before they crossed paths with one another again. Personally, the only thing that he wanted to have to do with her involved him thrusting a nice shard of wood through her heart, but he knew that he couldn't do that until the hostage situation cleared up.
It was on his list though. A list that kept on growing. Spike could easily remember when he first came back. The only thing he wanted to do was get the hell out of L.A. and track Buffy down. But now he was involved in a war. One that, by all means, was not going to benefit him in any personal way. Spike wasn't so sure how he felt about that, nor did he know if he would have been willing to stay behind if he had been capable of leaving the city. It didn't matter much though. Because he was in it now and he was playing his part. He fully intended on doing so until the war was good and finished.
Following up on the information he had beaten out of some of the local scum was a good way to start. He had driven his motorcycle straight off to bar where, as indicated, some vampires were lazily lurking about. Spike watched them from afar, even as they took hold of some innocent girl and dragged her into their car. Then he hopped onto his bike and followed, doing his best to keep his distance so that they wouldn't think that someone was pursuing them. It was a risky thing, letting them keep that girl captive, but Spike couldn't afford to have his cover blown by rushing in and playing hero. He had to wait it out. There were other lives at stake here.
The car pulled up to a dirt road, then wheeled its way toward a mansion that loomed overhead. Spike parked his bike in a stretch of trees, then stealthily snuck onto the grounds and followed after the vampires. The very vampires that were supposedly working for Darla.
He didn't have to look into that though. Spike knew, just from the scenery, that this was it. He had found her. And now, as the vampires stopped in the middle of the yard and began to toy around with the gasping girl, Spike knew that he didn't have to hide anymore. He pulled out his phone, sent a message out to those at the Hyperion, and then charged out into the yard.
"This is the part where I say something witty, you start scoffing, and then I kick your asses," Spike announced. "Now, I can already tell that you lot aren't the most intelligent bunch in the world. So let's just skip ahead to the ass kicking, shall we?" He held his arms out at his sides, daring whoever had it in them to try and take him on. The girl was instantly shoved to the ground and Spike, who suddenly had a smirk blazing across his pale face, threw himself into the tangle of vampires that had suddenly charged their way toward him.