Spike (formerly William Pratt) (spikewithsoul) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-02-07 15:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | darla, drusilla, spike |
Who: Spike, Darla, maybe Drusilla if she wants to come along
When: BACKDATED to Connor's leaving
Where: Starts at Potts Tower, brief road trip to the Catskills
What: A bear, a bear, you made a bear!
Rating: Maybe PG-13 for language and imagery?
True to his word, Spike had stolen a vehicle. It hadn't been hard; popping the locks with a jimmy bar, and a quick search of the car found the key fob sitting in the cup holder. He marveled at the stupidity of humans as he got behind the wheel, and pretty soon, he was parked about a half a block away from the Tower's front door. He worried about Darla; not so much as he worried about Angel, but Angel had a wider network of support around here, and Spike knew what it was like to not have that support system. And he owed her; Darla had looked out for him and Dru hundreds of years ago, and that kind of bond sort of made them all a family, didn't it? Though since she'd been re-Sired--and how in the bloody hell did that even work?--he wasn't even sure if she was still Grandmother (and how she'd hated that) or if now they were brother and sister, because that was just weird. He used the stolen key fob to engage the alarm again, mostly because he didn't want anyone stumbling across the provisions in the cooler, then patted down his pockets to make sure he still had his lighter and his smokes. He found them both, considered himself fully equipped, and kept the collar of his coat pulled up over the back of his neck. The sun was just going down, and the feel of the hot rays on the back of his head made him itchy, but so long as he was covered, he was all right. The building's shadows embraced him quickly enough, and he used the buzzer downstairs to buzz up to Darla's apartment. "Oi, princess, you and Dru ready?" he called out to the speaker. "I got the snacks and the map and we're ready to roll." Because he assumed Dru would be coming along, although if she didn't want to, he wouldn't make her. This was more about Darla. |