pythzn:
It had been a long time since Silas had come to town, a lot had changed, that he could tell just from looking around. But it seemed one place stood out, much the same as when he’d left. He had a lot to talk to his sire about, but all in due time. First things first, he was hungry. It wasn’t hard for the vampire to find someone to snack on, Silas had been blessed with good looks and the gift of eternal youth. People always fell for the charming boy act until it was too late.
With his hunger taken care of, Silas stepped into the Bronze. The club hadn’t changed, but it’s clientele certainly had. It seemed packed with more of the town’s high schoolers than vampires these days. Weird. Silas sat for a while and drank the blood spiked bourbon they had for the vamps in town until he saw his sire and gave a smirk. “Been a while huh Spike.”
@thedamnedandreckless
Spike observed the crowd of writhing bodies from the balcony above his club before his gaze landed on a familiar face. A smirk pulled at his thin lips as he flicked his smoke onto the ground, moving swiftly down the iron staircase he made his way towards his beloved protege. Spike hadn’t had the pleasure of Silas’ company for quite some time. Curiosity pulled at him as he approached closer, one question in his mind repeating over and over. Why now?
“Well fuck me... Didn’t expect to see you ‘round these parts again.” The Brit smirked as his tongue traced the back of his canine taking in Silas’ charm. Taking a seat opposite his protege he leaned back into his chair running his fingers tentatively over his peroxide hair. “So what brings you here, then? Miss little ol’ me?” Spike smirked before wavering a hand to his staff to bring him his usual.








