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28 February 2013 @ 07:00 am
Reckonings at hand  
Characters: Spike, Buffy, Samantha, Willow, Oz, and Xander
Location: Sunnydale, Slayer headquarters :: Buffy's house
Thread Status: Open to Sam, Buffy, Xander, Oz and Willow

Two months had past since Samantha Wild had come into Spikes life. Two months since her sire, Barbara had allowed herself to be whisked away to Los Angelos. They kept in touch, as promised, mostly Angel calling Spike more than anything else. It seems that Barbara was doing a good job of keeping him on his toes, much to Sam and Spikes delight. As such most of the time she wasn’t able to come to the phone to call herself. It had taken Sam some time to get used to how things were with her sire now, it was hard for her to accept that her sire was okay, that she wasn’t being hurt or traumatized in a way that she didn’t fully want.

So five weeks ago, three weeks after she had left, Spike had filled up the Chevy Impala Barbara had left for Sam, and bought a GPS for it. On a sunday night he had then put Sam in the car and told her to hit start on the GPS, she should be in Los Angelos within a matter of hours. Sam hadn’t wanted to go of course, at least not without Spike, but he had knelt by the car as she sat in the drivers seat and told her that he wasn’t letting her go, not by a long shot.

“You just need to visit.” Spike had explained, “I fully expect you back here by Wednesday night. No exceptions, or I’ll come hunt you down and make you regret not being more timely. You need to see for yourself that she’s okay. I need you here Sam, but you’re never going to be here if half of you is always with her. Go.”

"Can't you come with me?" Sam had whispered, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white.

“You know the slayer can’t spare both of us, not right now, and I can’t go for you. This is the only way...Trust me.”

He had stood there on the side of the road, leaned up against a tree as Sam eased her way back out of the drive-way and took off toward Los Angelos. Oz and Xander had been hanging about, part of Oz’s pack had just gotten back from a recent patrol, or hunt as they liked to call it. He had walked up to Spike then as he gazed out into the distance. Off toward fading tail-lights.

"You gonna be okay man?" Xander had asked after the dogs had decided to turn in for the night and Spike had turned toward him, eyebrow raised. Xander didn't care about Spike. At least not much. He had been the reason why his marriage had gone south, or well, sort of marriage, he had left Anya at the alter before Spike had done anything. That probably hadn't exactly helped the relationship. "Is she gonna be?"

“You know you’re the first person to really seem like they gave a damn about her,” Spike admitted, pulling a cigarette out of the inside pocket of his coat and lighting it. “Save for Red of course...”

Xander shrugged, “Wills understands that almost all of us are more monster than man, but that doesn’t make the man, or woman part in this particular situation any less relevant.”

“That’s very insightful whelp, did you come up with that all by yourself?” Spike had to admit, Xander’s sudden friendship with Samantha was unnerving and not something Spike supported. Xander hated all things vampire - well, all the vampires he had met thus far, then Sam comes bouncing in and suddenly Xander was all buddy-buddy after only two weeks of her going cold blood...errr no blood, as it were? Yeah. Spike wasn’t buying it.

Xander shrugged again. “When’s she gonna be back?”

Spike finally turned toward him, “When she’s done seeing that her sire being viciously fucked by Angel isn’t a bad thing. Just a bloody gross thing.” He had pushed past him then, his shoulder bumping into Xanders as he did. He might have put a little too much oomph behind that because Xander had lost his footing and fallen to the ground. He looked over his shoulder and thought for a moment of walking back and helping the boy to his feet but Buffy was standing at the door-way, arms crossed and he just didn’t feel like being the nice guy. Not today. He walked inside.

Sam had come back of course, right on time because she was the kind of girl that was smart enough to obey orders when directly given. Spike would be lying if he had said he wasn’t just a tiny bit disappointed, he had spent his time apart of her imagining what he might do if he indeed had to hunt her down. He had a few...delicious ideas up his sleeve, but they had scattered when she had walked in Tuesday morning just before the sun came up. Actually, just as the sun was coming up. He hadn’t been expecting her and the video game’s he was currently playing with Xander and Oz proved that.

She had raised her eyebrow at them for a moment, then glanced at the television. “Halo 4?” She had asked meekly before grabbing the last controller and squeezing between Xander and Spike on the couch. Oz had been sitting in a recliner and had just smirked quietly to himself. "Buffy gave us the night off..." Xander had mumbled, "...Guy time and what have you."

"But you’re pretty much a guy," Oz had added. Nothing was said about her absence that night.

Things had changed drastically since Sam had come, Oz being one of the changes of course. Followed behind him were a dedicated and loyal pack of wolves with just as much control over their inner-beasties as Oz himself had. At first Spike had been worried that now the house was going to smell like dog all the time, but Oz’s pack had helped out with that. It also helped that most of Sunnydale had been swallowing abandoning their homes and emptying the city, a foreshadowing of bad things to come was obvious even to the common-folk of the town. Oz had a few trust fund pups under his belt it seemed and they bought out three houses directly connected to Buffys. One next door, and then the two that shared a back-yard. Xander had knocked down the fences that separated the houses and put up a large privacy fence around the four of them to create one large yard.

He was currently building an obstacle course. Buffys home had become home for what were referred to as the Alphas. Buffy, Xander, Giles, Dawn, Willow and Himself. This was main head-quarters as it were. One of the home went to the wolves, and the other two went to the potentials who just kept showing up. Xander had offered to live with the potentials but the motion had been denied, Oz had been spending more and more time in Buffys house lately, as had two of the stronger wolves who preferred Oz’s company to the rest of their pack.

Things had been tense with Buffy and Samantha, Spike had had to put his reputation and life on the line saying that Sam could be trusted. He had waited to introduce her, a week and a half for the human blood to get out of her system, for her to gain some semblance of control of herself. He had wanted to give her more time, but time was something they were running out of and Spike knew if he was caught with her before he gave up the knowledge on his own it would only make matters worse. Sam still was not invited into head-quarters, nor the two potentials homes. Buffy had threatened Spike with inviting her himself with a stake through the heart, and he hadn’t doubted her.

As such, Spike had moved out the basement and into the wolves home with Sam, who had happily accepted her. They understood the monsters within the man, or woman, was it were and wanted to give Sam a chance to prove herself. The dog smell took some getting used too, but at least Buffy had decided to give Sam some benefit of the doubt, a chance to prove herself. As much as both of them seemed to hate every moment of kissing the slayers ass, ever since Sam had turned up, that had been their main mission, to get in good graces with her.
wildlyinnocent: Never Perfectwildlyinnocent on February 28th, 2013 01:59 pm (UTC)
When Sam had been told that Buffy didn't trust her, she wanted to laugh, but that meant that she would never get the chance to be in the same household as Spike. Honestly, sometimes she didn't trust herself, because the first few days being off of blood from a live, human source, had been terrible, and extremely hard. She'd almost slipped one night, Spike never knew, and she sure as hell wasn't going to tell him. Even though she never spoke the words, she was sure he'd followed her to make sure that everything was going to go smoothly, there was no chance that he would have left her alone without it being on purpose, to test her. Of course, she took the test, she left the home and headed down the abandoned streets of Sunnydale; nearly more than half of the city had been abandoned, and only those who were left were working on getting out of there.

That night as she walked down the streets, she heard a little girl crying. She'd gone to check it out, wondering what could cause such a sad sound, when she came to find that she was being surrounded by bringers. There was a chance that this little girl was to become a Slayer when she grew up, but there was also the chance that she was just caught in the crossfire. She immediately moved into action and took down the bringers, breaking necks, stabbing, and slaughtering, when she was done, she noticed that she could smell blood, and saw that the little girl had been sliced in the arm by one of the bringers. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the fresh, sweet nectar of the young girl and crouched toward her, she moved closer, the blood getting stronger.. She got closer… and she could feel her mouth watering, but then something stopped her, she backed off. This wasn't what she wanted to be anymore, she did not want to be a vampire that fed on living beings so that she could survive… Blood from a bag was perfect for her. "Go home." she said, before standing, watching the girl run to whatever direction she needed to be in.

That night was two weeks ago, she had a feeling it was going to take a long time to get on the Slayer's good side, and stay in the same house, and until that happened, she was going to be with the dogs. At first, it sucked.. it really sucked, the house smelled, and when they showered it just got worse, it made her grimace. Apparently, human's couldn't smell that smell… The dogs themselves could, but the only others were Spike and Sam, the only vampires in the mix.

When she'd moved into the house, she grew a bond with Willow Rosenberg, as she was always there with Oz. They were cute, and she was sure she'd never seen two people so in love before. She'd learnt so much about their past, and when they'd split and why.. it was sad, she was told about Tara, and what happened with Tara, and Willow going off the deep end. As much as she was glad that the girl trusted her, she was shocked at the same time. Their friendship grew stronger, as Willow and Sam began to practice their magic's together, teaching each other things that the other didn't learn.. Willow was very powerful. She was going to be great friends with her, she could tell.

Xander on the other hand, seemed like a little lost puppy. He was cute and all, and very nice… but she knew why he immediately began to befriend her. He liked her, he found her attractive, and was going to do anything and everything to try and hook up with her, but she had a feeling it wasn't just because she was attractive in his eyes, but it was because he wanted to get back at both Anya and Spike for their past indiscretions.

Dawn and Giles, the littlest watcher and the biggest watcher were cool too. Dawn didn't trust her, not completely. But she was good friends with Spike, and since she trusted him, she had to trust Sam by comparison. But Giles was another story, he would never trust Spike, thus he would never trust her.