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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 19, 2005 16:46:51 GMT
“Shit.” [/u] Was Spike’s response as he missed with the blow to Buffy’s head his face switching back to his vampire one. He was glad that Xander or Willow weren’t around, he still wasn’t fully capable of attacking humans, but he’d been progressing on it all. Operations were useful, he’d managed to track down a man that had removed the worst part of the chip in his brain, which meant he could think with intent to harm, but would have to cope with pain if he attempted it. He hated it. He didn’t want to end up as a sap like Angel, some complete prick who wandered around pretending to be god’s saviour. Now all he needed to work on was the whole damn soul thing. Maybe he’d sell it to some one? That’d work, right? Catching him self before he tripped and embarrassed himself, he stepped back, eyes nothing more then venomous slits. <i>This is just annoying now. All the other slayers would have gone down way before this.</i> He thought, starting towards Buffy once more, hand reaching out to simply slap her round the side of the head, bitch-slap style. As an after thought, he included another kick, leg striking out to aim for her back. Hadn’t she realised that he was attacking her yet? Did she even know who he really was? Melissa, mean while, was getting more and more frustrated with every passing moment. As her fellow vampire was staked she gave a loud, agonising screech. That vampire had been one she’d sired, one she’d been fond of. Game on. You pick on her sired and it’s like messing with a person’s kids. Letting her grip fall on Anya’s arm, it being taken up seconds later by another two vampires to make up for the loss, she went for Buffy. No so much ‘went’ for her, as simply lunged forwards, hand out stretched, to grab at the wrist in which the stake was contained, hissing like a demented animal. The free hands shot upwards, palm flattened, aiming to catch the slayer on the nose with the base of her palm, much like the actors do in violent movies. “Bring it, bitch.”[/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 19, 2005 16:54:17 GMT
Buffy felt a slap across the back of her head and winced. Keeping a firm hold on Anya, she danced out of the way of Spike's kick, after hearing the wind swoosh up along with his foot. Releasing her grip on Anya, Buffy dodged out of Melissa's way. "Aww, someone's cranky." She taunted, smirking. She brought her fists up to her chest, boxer-style, muscles tensed.
Buffy had a plan. She would turn at the last moment and punch not the female vampire, but Spike, directly in the mouth. She knew enough about her own strength to know the blow would be serious...if it hit.
Slowly circling Melissa, like a cat playing with a mouse, Buffy circled the vampire untill she was directly before her again. She was playing her own mind games now. She swung round suddenly, her fist flying towards Spike's jaw. She knew that he was seriously pissed off, from the way his face had adpoted it's vampire form. "He needs anger management." She grunted to herself, as her fist flew towards Spike's jaw...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 19, 2005 17:22:29 GMT
{ It’s amazing that having two vampires close in on her from both sides, Buffy managed to dodge them both relatively unscathed. :/ }
Spike cast a warning glance at Melissa as she lunged forward, watching as she rose back to the ground with a show of heightened reflexes. Spike was relatively rusty compared, he’d spent too much time simply wandering around like a simpering puppy for Buffy and a whole selection of equally idiotic people before having his eyes opened to what was happening. As Buffy let her grip go off Anya, the vampires clutching at her other arms immediately started backwards in a rush, dragging the unconscious form of the vengeance demon with them as best as they could. It was barely more then ten seconds later when the pack of vampires closed in once more, blocking the other group out of view and creating a circle around the three main fighters. Spike wasn’t stupid, he’d seen Buffy’s fighting tactics before and had taken several steps back to circle round the very outer reaches of the circle formed himself. Melissa had tensed in the middle, waiting for a move from the slayer, her own fists raised in a defensive position, hands near her lower face and arms blocking off access to her chest for any possible staking. Spike was less defensive, simply backing round the circle, arms ready.
As Buffy swung, Spike was ready, leaning back away from the punch enough to receive nothing more then a knock to the side, barely enough to make a mark. Simultaneously, Melissa spotted a chance to launch her own attack at Buffy. Moving forward, she swung with her own fist, aiming to catch Buffy in an identical pattern to her last move, but with the added difference of bringing up her legs to strike out at the back of the slayer’s legs. Spike also took a move, his hand moving up to grab at Buffy’s wrist as it came down from the punch. Both were moving to the side, aiming to corner Buffy at the edge of the grave yard.
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 19, 2005 17:33:54 GMT
(sorry xDD; Buffy's eyes widened slightly as the blow smashed into her jaw. Mind registering the attack, she was about to turn when a kick hit the back of her legs. Pain shot through her body, and the Slayer crumpled in a heap on the ground. She was still concious, but the searing pain was slowing her reactions. Her jaws numb from the pain, Buffy slowly brought her fists to her chest. But, she knew it was useless. She had lost; there was no way even the Slayer would be able to survive attacks from the other vampires...if they all attacked. Even in a weakened state, the Slayer was still ready. Although both her jaws and her legs were killing, she knew she should continue. She lifted her gaze, searching through the sea of vampires. She couldn't see Anya anywhere, and guessed that the other vampires had dragged her friend, her unconcious friend, away. "Oh, this is a predicament." Buffy sighed, swinging a blow into the chest of the nearest vampire. As the vampire fell back, hissing angrily, Buffy jabbed a stake through his heart, making him mere ashes. "Give me your best shot." She challenged Melissa and Spike, glaring angrily at both...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 19, 2005 18:12:38 GMT
Spike sighed as Buffy fell. Outwitted by some one he had sired. He didn’t know what to think, whether he should be ashamed that he hadn’t been the one to make the downing blows or happy that he’d been relatively good at his picking. Of course, that had been a long time ago, when he’d been on better form, he would have been just as fast, as fearless and as cocky when Melissa had first met him. No matter. He’d get back to his old state sooner or later. She’d backed off after her blows had hit, slinking back into to the other edge of the small, vampire made arena. He knew all too well what was going on; even if Melissa was a marble short of a game at points she still followed the basic personality she had owned before. This was a test. Would he strike the woman he had once thought he was- had been- avidly in love with? Enough so to gain back his soul and go temporarily crazy? Melissa hadn’t been around to witness this, but she had heard the stories. Thank you, Bib. (Who, he was glad to admit, he had not sired.) Well, he would. He face had returned back to its normal, loosing its vampire features as the main part of the fighting finished. Standing still, he let a few agonising moments pass as he watched Buffy on the floor from his standing vantage point, as if wanting her to see that he was different now, that he wasn’t going to follow her around like some lovesick puppy. Bye, bye, good Spike, hello old Spike.
That’s when he moved, he leg rising to strike at her, aiming towards her chest, more to try and knock the wind out of her then any thing else, make her gasp for air. His fist came down after, aiming to slam into her face. Fuelled by the times she’d rejected him, how he’d felt with those psychological blows. He couldn’t make her feel the same, she didn’t have feelings for him and he most certainly had no power to force them upon her. He wasn’t Angel. Melissa, mean while, had taken to watching, though she hovered on the sides ready for if Spike was thwarted, something she doubted would happen, but any thing was possible. "You aren't worthy of my best any more." [/u] [/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 19, 2005 18:21:54 GMT
Buffy was totally unprepared, and the kick from Spike came as a complete shock. When his foot smashed into her chest, Buffy somehow ended up crashing into a tomb, literally bringing the place down with the sheer force of the kick and her own weight. Her head was spinning, her jaw aching, and her legs burning. As she tried to get up, a fist smashed into her skull, sending the already-injured Slayer even further back. Knocked to the ground again, the world spinning as though she'd been drugged, Buffy moaned quietly, before fainting.
Her hand, which had been clenched around the stake, slowly loosened, the stake falling to the ground beside her. Beneath her 'lids, her eyes became slightly glassy, and dazed-looking. Her breathing slowed dangerously, becoming more shallow. Her hands rested diagonally across her chest, forming an 'X'. Head rolling back, the cross necklace protecting her throat, Buffy remained still, all for her chest slowly rising and falling...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 19, 2005 19:08:41 GMT
Down and out. Melissa couldn’t have looked happier at the kick, even started a small dance with one of the onlookers. A few others jeered. Spike, how ever, was looking at the cross that had fallen down her neck. Moving towards her, he bent down and clutched at it, pulling to break the chain and pull it off. If he remembered correctly Angel had given her this, that’d be something amusing to do, have her leave with out realising its absence and then kick up fuss when she did. Even better, he could mail it to old Angel; he wished he’d be able to see the look on the guy’s face when he received it. Probably come storming back to Sunnydale all- Where’s Buffy? Is he okay? Tell me she’s okay! And then Spike could let Melissa break him the fact that Buffy had had the crap beaten out of her by none other then Spike and her herself. Yes, that sounded quite nice, actually. Turning back around and pocketing the necklace swiftly he looked at Melissa and the bemused looking vampire she was leading around in circles. “Alright. Some one grab the slayer. Take them both to the nest.” [/u] There were more then a few volunteers, Spike had to grab onto a tombstone to stop him self being bowled over backwards. “No biting.”[/u] That done he started off, not waiting to see if she was dealt with carefully- why should he? – only pausing to snatch Melissa by the wrist to start her and the other vampire on their wandering too. ----- The nest wasn’t situated in the cemetery but nearby in a large, long abandoned but recently rebuilt, warehouse. But even that wasn’t the main base- that was below it. The warehouse acted more as a place to feed and to entertain yourself, as below ground it become a place of narrow tunnels and smaller caverns. Spike had, naturally, selected the best and the largest of them for him self and allowed the others to choose which ones that wanted. He had a basic lay out of the place in his mind; he knew that Melissa had chosen a cave far to the right of the complex, below another ware house with access to a tunnel to allow her self out and that Bib had settled down not far from there. The largest cave was on the left side of the tunnels and was used as an area for them to collect during the day when the ware house was too risky. If they were awake at that time, but that wasn’t very likely. The ware house was boarded up from the out side and some the inside and it didn’t smell too great either, but it looked like any old abandoned ware house, which was great. There were a few round Sunnydale right now. “Wakey, wakey.”Buffy and Anya had, of course, been tied up to two old chairs when they’d arrived and so far no noise had been made by either. When they opened their eyes, however, they would see very little. Perhaps all black at first until their eyes adjusted, then they’d see the first round of vampires sitting on all variety of boxes, Spike draped across one in front with Melissa, who was leaning lightly against a pillar. Apart from that only the rustling of the others moving would alert them to how many were actually there. [/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 19, 2005 19:24:08 GMT
As the box was dragged towards the female vampire, the Slayer stirred. Naturally, she would awaken faster than any mortal, or vengeance demon, for that matter. She blinked a few times, groaning as she reached her hand towards her head. At least, that was what was supposed to happen. Instead, her hands remained, tied by the wrists, firmly pressed against the chair arms. "What the-?" Buffy left her sentence hanging as she tried to rip the bounds from her wrists, to no avail. The rope, tape, whatever it was, held tight and Buffy sighed. As her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, she screamed. Loudly. More like a screech, though it did one good thing. It stirred Anya.
As Anya's eyes blinked open, she glanced around, only darkness in her vision. She could hear Buffy's scream echoing in her ears, and would have screamed too. But she couldn't. Her mouth was bound, as were her wrists, just like Buffy. Her frantic gaze noticed immediately Buffy's mouth wasn't bound. It couldn't be, not with the scream that had stirred Anya. "Buffy!" She yelled, her voice muffled and sounding like, "Mrmrrrm." Anya almost winced at the weakness in her 'voice', what she could hear of it anyway.
Buffy finally stopped screaming, and glanced at Anya. Like herself, Anya was clearly petrified. Even though Anya's voice was muffled, Buffy still knew it was Anya trying to talk, and not a dilusional vampire from the crowd in that room...cave...wherever they were. As Buffy looked down at her neck, she noticed her necklace was gone. Her eyes widened, and she looked at the sides of her neck, searching for any fang prints...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 19, 2005 20:28:49 GMT
As Buffy’s words rung out across the warehouse, the vampires reacted differently, but the main one was a snigger, so many forming at once that it sounded more like the eerie rustling of leaves down a deserted, dark alley way. There was a momentary break where some one slipped through the door into the hide away, but not opening it enough to give away the positioning of the ware house. The blue of the moon light slipped in through the crack in the door, leaving a slanted glow into the building for a few moments, illuminating the features of the vampires nearest. There was a mixture of human-like faces and those of vampire forms. Then it was back to the darkness and that was when Buffy shrieked. Vampires weren’t afraid of the noise, you grew to become used to them when you lived by feeding off humans. But it was unexpected, especially since they had gagged the one the most likely to scream, and with the scream several thunks were heard as the weaker ones leapt to their feet to clutch their ears. Spike didn’t stir from where he was sat, simply tapped his foot as if impatient and waited. Melissa had looked away at the new comer, it was Bib with one or two others, obviously the two had been unconscious long enough for a message to be sent out to recall most of the troops.
“Do you need longer, slayer?” Came the sarcastic question as Buffy’s scream ended and the echoes had dimmed down to a smaller degree. There was a murmur as the younger vampires exclaimed about their ears and several other things, Melissa thought she caught ‘… I’ll get her first…’ in amongst the whispers. With a glance at Spike and a nod, she started off to find the speaker of that sentence, though it wasn’t obvious what would happen to him. It seemed likely that he might simply be gagged and have his hearing blocked off and eyes blind folded. But there was always the possibility of a more extreme threat. In any case, the talking fell silent apart from the small clicks of Melissa’s heels- unable to determine, they echoed- and the occasional noise of some one shifting. Bib had taken a seat to Spike’s left, looked great in contrast with his dark hair, bulky body and tattooed skin next to Spike’s skinny, blonde form- Even as barely recognisable in the light as it was.
Though it didn’t look it, most of the audience had seen Buffy trying to check her neck and, as if to try and mess with her mind, Mellisa decided to speak. “Would you like to be a vampire, little miss slayer?”
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 20, 2005 14:53:26 GMT
Buffy winced slightly as she heard the mutters echoing throughout the crowd. By the dim light, she could see Spike's blonde hair...and the dark hair of another to his left. Her eyes were going in and out of focus, so she concentrated more, her mind not on Anya, but on the amount of vampires. "Longer? Longer for what?" She demanded, as a familiar, yet sarcastic voice piped up from the darkness. She thought at once it was Spike, but she couldn't be sure.
Anya, meanwhile, was even more petrified. Her eyes were drifting out of focus, and it was a struggle to keep her eyes open. She felt tired, as though injected with a drug. She didn't think she had been drugged, however, so the feeling startled her. "Help!" She cried out, sounding more like, "Mrrrrrp!". She sighed inwardly at her predicament. She would have called out to Buffy, even screamed for hours, if she wasn't gagged. 'What a great day.' Anya thought sourly, trying to see just how many vampires there was. She could just barely see the glint of Spike's blonde hair, but not much else. She suspected there was at least twenty, possibly even as many as fifty, currently in the room. She also suspected that the rest of the vampires from the Grave Yard were in the ... wherever they were... with them.
Buffy, after taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves, glowered in the direction of a voice. "Would you like to be a vampire, little miss slayer?" The voice asked her. Swallowing a snapped reply, Buffy lifted her head in a warrior-like, trying to earn back some dignity, and pondered on her reply. "I am not, nor will ever be, a vampire." She stated proudly, only her eyes now giving away her fear...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 20, 2005 16:48:35 GMT
She knew what he had meant and Spike did not bother to reply to the idiotic question, he’d made his views perfectly clear earlier. She wasn’t worth his best and neither was she worth any witty retorts, she’d stooped down low in the ladder and she was going to have to cope with it now, wasn’t she? He reply was met with a stony, dragging silence, so much so that it could have been guessed that the others around had seen it coming and shushed especially for it. Even Melissa had stopped her walking for those few moments that went on like an eternity. Then the noise started to creep up once more, but barely, mainly just the clicking of Melissa’s heels once more. “How do you know you aren’t now? You don’t look all that certain.” [/i] Bib answered to her reply over being a slayer, his voice deeper then Spike’s or Melissa’s but yet again hard to place, the light wouldn’t allow them to see who had spoken and the noise was difficult to place as it rebounded from the walls in ceaseless echoes along with Melissa’s careful foot steps. It too, was followed with a series of whispers from among the audience, but the words were unrecognisable. The clicking of Melissa’s heels had come to a halt, or she had taken off the shoes, it seemed to be the latter. Something rustled which could easily have been her moving on last time before… “Go on, then, if you think you could stand a chance. Go.” The hiss of the words was sharp and it echoed softly off the walls. They were followed by a short scuffle of noise as Melissa grabbed another vampire by the back of their shirt, practically lugging him into the centre of the building. They both entered behind Buffy and Anya, they’d have to struggle a lot to turn their chairs round fast at all- their legs were roped down to some links in the floor where machinery would have been kept in place. They’d had them tied loose enough to think they could move, how ever, the minute they tried they’d pull taught and tight. It was courtesy of one of the younger vampires who’d been a member of the mob, he’d become an expert at tricks like that. The one who’d been rounded into the centre stood, uncertain of what to do or whether it was a trap for him. Melissa was skirting round the edges like vulture, waiting for a false move. She would have been flickering in and out of vision. [/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 20, 2005 17:06:44 GMT
Buffy strained to catch every word said, and stil managed to not hear most of the muttering. Disgruntled, she slouched back slightly in the chair, glaring in what she hoped was the direction of Spike. The figure with blonde hair looked like him...but it might not be him...
Anya, meanwhile, sat, frozen stiff, untill Bib's voice made her look at Buffy. No matter that the light was dim, Anya could tell that Buffy wasn't the Slayer. 'Call it vengeance demon instincts.' She thought, groaning rather loudly as Bib spoke.
Buffy wished she could see her face. She glanced towards Anya, who shook her head slightly. No. She wasn't a vampire. That was what Anya meant, and Buffy knew that her friend was telling the truth. At least, she hoped Anya was telling the truth... "I'm not a vampire. If I was, I'd be untied and I wouldn't be wanting to kick all your asses right about now." Buffy came back, glaring towards the direction she hoped the voice had come from. "Go on, then, if you think you could stand a chance. Go.” The sentence was sharp, and immediately the sound of an approching something heading towards them...from behind!
Eyes widening, Anya quickly tried to turn her chair round to face whatever was coming for them...to no avail. Either her legs or her chair was tied to the ground. Anya guessed it was her legs. 'Figures.' She thought, grumpy. She suddenly had a bad thought. They were in a dark place, with loads of vampires, and tied to chairs and the ground. There was at least two vampirs behind them, and they couldn't turn round. At least, Anya couldn't. As she tried moving her legs once more, she found something held tightly to her legs. "Shit!" She screeched, her anger actually making her voice come through the gag correctly.
Buffy looked towards Anya. "Great word. Could o' thought o' something better though, Anya, couldn't you?" Buffy muttered under her breath, aware that her legs were bound. "I'm the Slayer, and some vampires are going to get slain!" Buffy declared, trying to swing round her chair. As soon as her legs moved slightly to the right, the bounds on them held tight. Furious, Buffy tried to break free of the bounds, pulling her legs closer to her, but nothing seemed to work.
Buffy had only one more hope. The others. The Scooby Gang. Willow, Xander, even Dawn would be pretty useful. But, as Buffy thought this, she realised with a start that she just couldn't let any more of her friends face this.
Spurred on by fury and loyalty to her friends, Buffy started struggling again, each time her leg bounds merely getting tighter and tighter. "If I could just slide my legs out of these damn things." She muttered to herself, her legs working frantically to break free...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 20, 2005 18:54:11 GMT
[ Short. o.x ]
Bib snorted at the answer. Not every one liked becoming a vampire, he’d personally seen a vampire take more then a few kicks at the person who’d sired him. It wasn’t all daisies and sunshine, you had the horror of waking up in the mortuary or some place else that wasn’t exactly pleasant- he’d woken up in a body bag in a police station, for Christ sakes- and then you had to claw your way out of the situation if the person who’d bitten you didn’t show up, and a great many didn’t these days, with all that you might not have actually wanted to become a vampire after all. Just because you’d become one didn’t mean you were all smiles when you realised, some would sit out in the open for the sun to rise, others would go stir crazy at the thought and some… Some went out to kill other vampires. There was a vampire in Europe who was doing just that, he’d become an expert vampire hunter despite being one himself. “And you honestly think feelings change with one little bite?” [/i] He raised an eye brow in disbelief, despite the fact no-one apart the vampires nearest him would notice. “Guess again, Buffy.” Whoa, not completely dripping with dislike. The factory erupted with cackles, sniggers and laughter alike as Anya swore through the gag holding her words pretty much at bay other wise. Even the vampire behind them sniggered, despite the fact that he was just as confused as he had been before. It had died down just as Buffy decided to try her hand at an impromptu slaying, only to get her legs caught up, Melissa giggled in a girlish was from the boundaries as this happened, advancing into the circle just as she got to the edges of Buffy’s supposed reign of vision, heading towards the vampire still standing there dumbstruck, but put off by the eruption of laughter once more. She pointed a finger carelessly at Buffy as she drew near to him and he reached out tentatively to cuff her round the head, obviously still unsure. That done he was allowed to scuttle back towards his seat, seeing as it wasn’t likely he’d be too cocky again. [/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 20, 2005 19:09:55 GMT
"Angel's feelings changed when he...lost his soul." Buffy came back, unable to think of a more suitable comeback. She realised this was possibly the lamest thing she could have thought up and she instantly wished she could take it back. Angel...she knew Spike had sired many of them, and he had detested his own sire, Angel. Angel had not been the guy...well, vampire, Buffy had met and fallen in love with when he'd sired Spike...or Drusilla. He'd been Angelus, the vampire most respected. Then he'd slipped up. He had attacked the daughter of a gypsy in a tribe, and consequently the gypsies cursed him with a soul. Angel was cursed to lost his soul whenever he felt a true moment of happiness. Buffy had given him happiness...
"Spike...why are you doing this?" Buffy demanded, suddenly looking towards the voice who had spoken last, at least, the voice who'd spoken last from the ones she could clearly hear. Her eyes were rimmed with tears, but she managed to stop herself from crying out. Tears were useless now. Emotion was useless now...
Anya almost lost it when the vampires started cackling and sniggering around them. She started struggling once more, her efforts powerful from fury and fear. Buffy also struggled violently, both hoping to get free...
The bounds on Buffy's legs loosened slightly, and the Slayer, acting fast, managed to pull them off. She tried to stand, then remembered the clamps on her wrist. "Motherfuckers!" She screeched, trying desperately to pull her wrists free...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 21, 2005 15:28:42 GMT
Buffy was right to think that the minute she had finished her sentence that it had been a mistake. The silence that followed was one of both insult and embarrassment for her. They might all have been some what related to the vampire as far as siring went, but a lot of them would deny so. When he had sired or one of his own had sired them, Angelus had been one of the most feared and respected vampires around, causing terror where he trod and raising those he kept as his own to do the same. Spike had been sired through feeding by Drusilla but Angelus had been the one who had taught him how to be a good, violent vampire because she’d been too bark raving bonkers at the time to do anything but feed. The silence lasted more then a minute or so, before the ware house burst into taunts of varying degrees, though a number of the vampires stayed quiet still, including Bib and Spike. ‘Boo, hoo, hoo, Angel! Wah…’, ‘Ickle Angel-kins! Aw…’ were among the cheers, all combining into what seemed like a babble of insults, mocking and jibes at the slayer. These vampires cared little for Angel, the sap with a soul, they were all about living for right now- which just happened to be miles away from their sire, grandsire or great-grandsire plus- in some cases- lived. If he came it would be different, but he wasn’t. Vampires were raised to actively respect their sires or elder sires, so if Angel appeared the majority would walk away calmly, though several would put up a fight, there were a few unrelated but not many. It was all uncertain, but the group would loose some of its number, definitely.
“Because I can. Who’s going to stop me? You’ll try but you’ll fail.” [/u] He sniffed as though annoyed by the same mundane schedule and happenings, he takes over Sunnydale, she thwarts the plan but fails to kill him, he starts again. Rising from the boxes he stood up, tucking his hands into his pockets and leaning against a pillar not far from where he had sat, as though exchanging places with Melissa. She lowered into the vacant seat almost as soon as it was empty, pulling her legs up under her and resting upon them like a princess bored on her throne. Bib watched with mild interest as the musical boxes event took place, several over vampires around the warehouse swapping round. “We are fast, we’ll escape if you break free, slayer.”[/i] Bib commented, seeing her pulling her legs free. Melissa chortled quietly to herself.[/center]
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