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Tweak says, "Don't flatter yourself."

Shay (1st_cutter) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-01-29 23:14:00

Entry tags:

shay, spike

Who: Shay & Spike
Where: Roof of the apartments
When: After dark
Warnings: Potential disturbing/triggering imagery (Shay isn't the leader of the Cutters because she likes doing hair)

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since she'd arrived here and the dead silence in her own head where the rest of the Cutters should be was finally getting to her, she'd tried outrunning it, tried ignoring it, tried filling it up with television and music and it hadn't helped, if anything it had made it worse.

She'd kept herself busy during the day, when she couldn't board, she'd even managed to collect some money for clothes and supplies, just like back in the Smoke where everything was traded for something else. She'd done this by way of odd jobs around the neighborhood. People, it seemed, wanted to believe she was just one of the local kids trying to get some money for summer vacation activities. One memorable afternoon she'd set herself up a card table at a street market and convinced people that she was entering in a regional beauty contest, but didn't have enough money for gown, swimsuit, makeup, bus tickets and entry fee. She'd made an inordinate amount of money on that, at least, she supposed it was a lot, she was still a little iffy on exactly how money worked.

Just at that moment she was sitting on her board, just a couple feet off the ground, not high enough that anyone from the ground below would be able to see her over the roof's edge, but enough that anyone on the roof would be able to tell she was hovering. She had a folding Bowie knife in one hand, resting relaxed against her knee, the other arm held up and away so that the blood trailing down her arm and dripping off her elbow would only hit the tar of the roof and not her clothes. She was murmuring to herself, something with the cadence of a prayer, almost silent in the warm, still night.

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blondie_bear
2010-01-31 04:31 pm UTC (link)

Spike had put off leaving for another day or two. He was being quiet about it, sure enough, but the fact of the matter was that he was afraid to leave. What if he took off and something attacked the apartments? What was he going to do with himself if something happened to say, Buffy and her friends, while he was off stealing cars and having a good time of it? Had it been anyone else in charge of these apartments, Spike would have shrugged and took off no questions asked. But he was hesitating now. Not just because of Buffy; even the kid, Andrew, was beginning to hit home with him. People that he knew. That he'd fought side by side with back in Sunnydale - what would happen to them if he took off and never looked back? Mind you, he only meant to leave for a bit, but Spike did worry. They were human. Tough, capable humans...but they weren't immortal. They would break eventually and Spike would forever hate himself if they did so when he wasn't around to protect them all.

Still, he put on that mask. Pretended that he was all wit and care-free. Why would he hesitate to leave? He was just another vampire.

Spike had been packing away what little he had to his name - a few t-shirts, jeans, some weaponry - when something sharp hit the air. His shoulders stiffened and his nostrils flared. Head turning, Spike stared at the door to his apartment intensely. Someone was bleeding. He might have been one of the good guys now, but one didn't go over a hundred years feeding off humans and then just lose the craving for their blood entirely. Spike had been living well off animal blood for a long while, but that scent...it always drew him in. Sniffing, Spike shrugged, shook his head, and turned back to face the items thrown across his bed. He tried to concentrate. Blood was blood. He'd been around it before. Fought alongside people who were bleeding to death, he'd wandered by people with minor injuries all the time. Yet, even so, Spike was having a hard time ignoring it tonight. He needed to drink something before he went. Something...not human.

All the same, Spike found himself wandering upward. If anything, he was going to tell whoever was bleeding it out to bloody well wrap themselves up so that he could get out of the building sanely. Boots hitting the rooftop (what an odd place for someone to be hanging out about), Spike stared through the dark easily and focused on the lone figure at the opposite end of the roof. It was a female and upon spotting her the scent of the blood grew stronger. Yet it wasn't the blood that grabbed his attention at the most - it was the fact that she was floating. Surely, it wasn't the first time that someone like Spike had seen something like that. Yet it was a surprise. Especially since he was fairly certain that there were only a few people here and there who were actually capable of floating like that at all.

From his experience, blood didn't need to be shed in order to do so either. No, that was more of a ritual related thing, was it not? Suspicious indeed.

"What are you doing?"

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1st_cutter
2010-01-31 05:36 pm UTC (link)

Shay had heard him coming, her senses were sharp at the best of times and right now, with the adrenaline and endorphins high they were almost painfully so. She'd heard him coming and was determined to ignore him, but then he had to go and actually talk to her.

"Staying icy." Was the terse, even sharp reply, "Nothing you have to worry about." There were two lines across her forearm, the first of which was already starting to close sluggishly. She opened a third with a quick, easy swipe of the knife in her hand, returning to her almost perfectly still resting position as she watched the fresh line of blood well up and trail along the same tracks the rest of it had already made.

If he got close enough he'd probably notice that she wasn't floating under her own power, but was sitting crosslegged on her hoverboard, looking like a metal surfboard with an array of sensor lights across the nose.