Funny how things seemed to happen for a reason every now and then, just when things seemed to be going all wrong something surprisingly good cropped up. That is what was now occurring in Freddie’s life, she was far too pressured in the big city and had to flee to this small town for a while. Just to keep a low profile but of course, this wasn’t exactly a strong point of hers. Hence the reason she was here in the first place, avoiding the wrath of certain people she’d drawn far too much attention from lately.
It didn’t take her long to find trouble here in Sunnydale either, though she wasn’t quite sure of what she was finding out. To her it seemed like there were a lot of deaths happening and the police were constantly baffled as to who might be responsible for them and looking at the evidence for herself, she understood why.
Everything pointed to vampires or demons, or something supernatural and she just wasn’t buying it. Someone was surely killing people and making it look like some creature was behind it but she wasn’t going to fall for it. Nope, not Freddie Lounds, she was far too clever for that. But how to find out who the culprit really was? And how were they this good at fooling everyone? (except her)
Late one night she walked slowly along the main street, maybe if she looked vulnerable, scared and alone, she might be able to lure them out..
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There was always something going on in this town, it attracted everything from slug demons to nearly immortal Gods. Sunnydale had been unwittingly built upon a Hellmouth, specifically the high school but the entire town was now built up all around it. So whenever something came through from the other side, it was usually the students and teachers who were thrown into the thick of the danger first.
It was such a hotspot for demonic activity that there were even safe havens for the more benign creatures, such as nightclubs and bars that stayed open 24/7. However many demons there were, vampires always outnumbered them. They were like the rabbits of the demon world, unable to hold back their urges and creating new versions of themselves every single night by failing to finish one meal before moving too quickly onto the next.
On this particular night, Spike happened to be smoking a cigarette and leaning against a lamp post. He was outside one such nightclub, knowing he couldn’t go inside because this place did not allow vampires. The redhead certainly caught his attention and he smirked at the fearfully worried glances over her shoulder she was casting every so often. He didn’t recognize her at all.
“New in town?” He wondered casually, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Y’know, it’s dangerous to walk around all alone at night.”
