#arockypath

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Spike hated Sunnydale... but he was here, so he might as well make the most of it. Where else did butchers not bat an eye when he demanded blood -- bagging it was the price of his truce for staying here -- and demons loiter among no-accounts at the bars?

But tonight he was at the Bronze, just to ruffle the Slayer’s feathers... and to eat that bloomin’ onion that was the best food humankind had ever created. There seemed to be a new bird in Buffy’s group, one who danced like she knew everyone would be watching. Spike lingered at the edge of one of the pool tables, nose twitching, wondering why this new girl smelled like... a Slayer.

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   “...are you sure this is a good idea?” Willow asked, still easing the car along the otherwise entirely deserted highway. In some ways, being in between two fires seemed almost like a good thing. Los Angeles and Sunnydale, although seemingly worlds apart, both had more than their fair share of danger. Being here? Somewhat peaceful, even though the road made it appear likely a serial killer might be watching them. 

[deathishergifta]

It was strange how quickly she had fallen back into the routine of slaying. Going out, finding a vamp or the occasional demon, turning them to dust & sending them straight to hell.

Though she was only going through the motions, doing what everyone wanted her to do because it was NORMAL for her. Buffy slaying was just another day, meant nothing was different, nothing had changed. The slayer hadn't been dead for months & she certainly hadn't been at peace. No, they all seemed to believe she had been suffering in some hell dimension, never once considering the alternative. Spike knew, oddly enough she had confided in the vampire but not her best friends. Perhaps because Spike wouldn't make her feel less. Wouldn't be guilty, wouldn't make a BIG DEAL. It was done, she had been happy but had been selfishly stripped from that happiness, pulled back into the darkness & the violence of this world.

She put up a front, smiled, laughed, but it wasn't truthful. She wasn't happy. She wasn't ANYTHING. Numb. Dead inside. Ironic all things considered.

She had just taken down her second vamp of the night when the smell of cigarette smoke filled her nostrils, had her pausing. Electricity in the air. This wasn't the vampire that usually followed her from the shadows but someone else. Someone all too familiar to the blonde slayer.

She didn't turn, merely tucked her stake into the waistband of her pants, looked up towards the sky & greeted the intruder.

"Hello Faith."

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      “..Do you ever feel like maybe.. just maybe, things would be better in another city? So many apocalypses in California.”

[idleteetharchived]

         ❛  well, shit.  ❜  she’s already chuckling a bit nervously, hand reaching up to rub at the back of her neck. if she hadn’t been spotted she probably would have hightailed it out of there but that’d mean she’d have to have better luck.

          nostrils flaring slightly at both the dust and the other’s scent, ana cracks a smile.  ❛  didn’t know they actually did the whole poof thing, though.  ❜

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      Angel was starting to think that this was a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn’t have came and instead just dropped of the amulet then leaving back to Los Angeles where he should be, anyway. It was the right thing to do, though. Buffy needed more muscle on her side but damn, he just couldn’t stand the sight of his face. Every time he caught a glimpse of him at the corner of his eye, he wanted to throw fists. He rolls his eyes instead, though, drinks his mug o’blood and looks through the files they had left on The First... alone.