Time: Early morning - Afternoon.
Location: Cemetery - Spike's Crypt
Thread Status: Open to Angel, Barbara and Sam.
The sewers weren’t exactly the most classy way to travel but for Vampires during the day, it was one of the only ways they could get anywhere. He was glad that Sam seemed just as used to it as he had. Darla had always hated it of course, as had Drusilla who took so much after her beloved if not completely crazy grandmother. He smirked a bit at the memory, Darla had always hated when Dru had called her that, but Dru never even seemed to notice.
Barbara though...Barbara had never acted like the two of them. Full of herself and above what she was. She reveled in even the darkest and most disgusting parts of what they were, it was hard for Spike to believe she had been a very good human. She made too good of a vampire, with those mean little eyes and that little pout that was always begging for more. Spike wanted to smack the ever living shit out of her half of the time, it was probably why he never really blamed Angelus for doing just that.
Not really anyway.
He glanced toward Sam who was dodging the less sanitary areas without much thought or care. She had her head turned upward slightly and Spike knew she was scanning the area for her sires scent. He wondered if she knew she was doing that or if it was so practiced by now that it was just habit. He saw alot of Barbara in her when it came to devotion to her sire, but he was pleased when he saw that was where the similarities stopped. Barbara had obviously knew where she was weak, Spike could respect that. He knew Barbara could only run so far but she’d never be able to outrun himself, hell Spike couldn’t either. So, she had done the second best thing, she had made a little monster in her image with all those bad parts polished right out.
He felt a half-assed version of bittersweetness. Spike had long stopped feeling sorry for her, for Dru, for everyone. It just wasted time, and as a Vampire, you have much more than your fair share of that on your time. He flicked a cigarette to the side and heard it sizzle as it hit moisture. He did a half jump across the small stream that had separated himself and Sam and was thankful it was much cooler in the sewers than above them. He slung his arm over her shoulder and when she raised her eyes to him, he only quirked a curious eyebrow at her and smirked in a way that made her drop her gaze. He grinned when he saw that small, sweet smile of hers even as she tried to hide it from him.
They paused at a fork in the road - one that led toward the mansion Angel once inhabited and that Barbara had forced them to move too immediately and to Spikes old crypt. He glanced toward Sam as if telling her silently to make her decision. It was a test sort of, to see just how much willpower Barbara had allowed her little one to grow used too. Sam hadn’t hesitated and they were walking toward Spikes crypt. He was pleased at her lack of hesitation, and the fact that she picked the least likely place for her Sire to be. He half wondered if this was a half-cocked form of rebellion or if Sam just genuinely wanted to be alone.
Their walk was brisk and silent but it was a comfortable form of silence Spike hadn’t felt in a long time. He reveled in the feel of her body underneath his arm, and he would be lying if he wasn’t taking this time to really take in the merchandise. His eyes scanned over her body, the upturn of the right side of her mouth, the serious attentive look of her sharp eyes, the bounce of her breasts with each step she took. The movement of her hips along with her legs, perfectly in-sync, Spike had to bite his lip and cursed himself when he found his pack of cigarettes only had one left. He threw the empty pack to the side and lit his last one and hoped it would be enough until he could get more.
He had been so occupied with Sam, thoughts of her in various levels of sexiness and poses and scenes that he hadn’t noticed the overwhelming smell until it was too late. Sam had flipped open the wooden door at the top of a ladder that gave Spike access to the sewers from his home. They had crawled into the lower level of his crypt and allowed the door to fall shut before the smell hit him like never before. His eyes and nose burned and he glanced toward Sam in a half-hopeful attempt that she hadn’t noticed the smell. He didn’t see her disgusted reaction, the same that was mirrored in his but it was easy to see she had noticed his and was looking at him with wide, curious eyes.
She had only smelt her Sire, her sire and someone else that she didn’t recognize but was very curious as to why this smell was offensive to Spike. Her eyes narrowed as Spike tried to avoid hers and shrugged him off when she started toward the stair-way to the upper level. Fuck, fuck, fuck, was all Spike could think as he followed her.
They hadn’t noticed Spike and Sam, or if they had - they hadn’t cared. Spike and Sam stood there, completely silent as they stared into the scene taking place in front of them. Angel’s hand was around Barbaras throat in a bruising grip and his other was around her waist, pressing her body hard against his own. He was looking down at her with crazed dark eyes, contempt and anger and obsession. She was looking back up at him in a look that Spike knew all too well. Complete and utter devotion, adoration, want, need, sickening controlling and fucked up love. Their mouths weren’t touching but they were damn close. He could hear Barbaras labored breathing, could smell her disgusting arousal on the air. He glanced sideways toward Sam and she was still looking very curious. It was obvious that Barbara had been with others in front of Sam, but there was something new here. Something Sam hadn’t seen before.
Maybe it was Barbara being the bottom.
Yes, it was probably that.
He reached over and let his fingers find her hand and slowly let their hands clasp onto one another. She looked toward him and she knew instantly what Spike knew. That this was Barbaras secret, this wasn’t something new.
That that man was her sire.
Well they very well couldn’t stand here forever now could they?
Spike cleared his throat and smirked a bit without looking at her when Sam jumped noticeably. “Not breaking up a happy reunion are we? Don’t mean to intrude or anything...well no wait. This is my place, I don’t care.”
This should be fun....