Natural facing instance - Entry 1
Spike meandered through the graveyard in the chilly night air. He weaved between tombstones staring up at the dark sky carelessly while sucking the last few drags off his cigarette.
'Another dreary night in Sunnydale' he thought. 'Nothing to do, no one worth eating. This town will be the bloody end of me I swear.'
He continued on, without a care in the world. A few footsteps later Spike stopped dead in his tracks. Startled, he dropped his cigarette and stared directly at the figure in front of him, silently. Before him, sitting on a stone coffin, sat a young woman clad in buckles and leather.
"Well hello, William" she said with a faint British accent, grinning evilly. Her eyes gleamed as though she possessed all the knowledge of the world, and they seemed to gaze straight through him.
"Va.. Vanessa?" Spike stammered. "Bloody 'ell" he stood staring at her in amazement.
"Been a few years hasn't it?" Vanessa replied, her eyes still glued on Spike. "Got another smoke?"
Spike reached into his pocket and handed her a lighter and a pack of cigarettes and tilted his head slightly to the left, still staring and pondering.
"Over a century" Spike said almost to himself.
Vanessa slid a cigarette between her lips and lit it, handing Spike back his belongings.
"Yes, that sounds about right" she replied, inhaling and blowing the smoke out of the side of her mouth. "Have a seat" she said, tapping the empty space beside her on the coffin.
Spike slid up next to her and drew his own cig from the pack; he lit it while staring at the ground.
"This is a bit odd I must say" Spike commented, with a cig in his mouth.
"You seem a bit shaken" Vanessa said, smiling and touching Spike's shoulder. "I didn't mean to pop up on you like this William. I had business in Sunnydale and I figured I'd look you up."
"Shaken is hardly the word. Stunned, astonished, bewildered; those are better suited." Spike replied, still staring at the ground.
"Missed me that much?" Vanessa smiled playfully at him, while bending her right leg up next to her on the coffin and resting her elbow upon it.
"I thought you'd died" he replied quietly.
"Died? What the hell are you talking about? How on earth would I have died?"
"Well" Spike began, his voice straining. "You and me, the things we did, Drucilla, all of that. I couldn't think of a reason you'd have gone without saying anything other than that you'd died".
"How is Dru?" Vanessa asked.
"She's gone" Spike said. "But then you already knew that, didn't you?"
"I suppose I did." She replied, staring at him.
He looked up and met her gaze, his eyes looked troubled and worn.
"You do have a place to live, don't you?" Vanessa asked.
"Oh hell, forgive me. Come along" Spike slid down off the coffin and led Vanessa through the cemetery to his crypt. He opened the door for her and motioned her inside. "Nice, itn't it?"
"Lovely" Vanessa replied as she stepped in.
Spike meandered through the graveyard in the chilly night air. He weaved between tombstones staring up at the dark sky carelessly while sucking the last few drags off his cigarette.
'Another dreary night in Sunnydale' he thought. 'Nothing to do, no one worth eating. This town will be the bloody end of me I swear.'
He continued on, without a care in the world. A few footsteps later Spike stopped dead in his tracks. Startled, he dropped his cigarette and stared directly at the figure in front of him, silently. Before him, sitting on a stone coffin, sat a young woman clad in buckles and leather.
"Well hello, William" she said with a faint British accent, grinning evilly. Her eyes gleamed as though she possessed all the knowledge of the world, and they seemed to gaze straight through him.
"Va.. Vanessa?" Spike stammered. "Bloody 'ell" he stood staring at her in amazement.
"Been a few years hasn't it?" Vanessa replied, her eyes still glued on Spike. "Got another smoke?"
Spike reached into his pocket and handed her a lighter and a pack of cigarettes and tilted his head slightly to the left, still staring and pondering.
"Over a century" Spike said almost to himself.
Vanessa slid a cigarette between her lips and lit it, handing Spike back his belongings.
"Yes, that sounds about right" she replied, inhaling and blowing the smoke out of the side of her mouth. "Have a seat" she said, tapping the empty space beside her on the coffin.
Spike slid up next to her and drew his own cig from the pack; he lit it while staring at the ground.
"This is a bit odd I must say" Spike commented, with a cig in his mouth.
"You seem a bit shaken" Vanessa said, smiling and touching Spike's shoulder. "I didn't mean to pop up on you like this William. I had business in Sunnydale and I figured I'd look you up."
"Shaken is hardly the word. Stunned, astonished, bewildered; those are better suited." Spike replied, still staring at the ground.
"Missed me that much?" Vanessa smiled playfully at him, while bending her right leg up next to her on the coffin and resting her elbow upon it.
"I thought you'd died" he replied quietly.
"Died? What the hell are you talking about? How on earth would I have died?"
"Well" Spike began, his voice straining. "You and me, the things we did, Drucilla, all of that. I couldn't think of a reason you'd have gone without saying anything other than that you'd died".
"How is Dru?" Vanessa asked.
"She's gone" Spike said. "But then you already knew that, didn't you?"
"I suppose I did." She replied, staring at him.
He looked up and met her gaze, his eyes looked troubled and worn.
"You do have a place to live, don't you?" Vanessa asked.
"Oh hell, forgive me. Come along" Spike slid down off the coffin and led Vanessa through the cemetery to his crypt. He opened the door for her and motioned her inside. "Nice, itn't it?"
"Lovely" Vanessa replied as she stepped in.