"Bloody city. Pain, in, the, sodding, ass!" there was a slight slur to his voice as he punctuated every word indignantly and somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that he was probably very drunk. There were people milling about around him and he loosely regarded his surroundings. His preternatural hearing picked up on a scuffle and he heard a feminine gasp as he presumed she was dragged, He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a head of long brunette hair disappear into an alley.
"Great, just great." Just when he was trying to spend a night drowning his sorrows and numb the pain of having to put up with poof boy, a stupid chit had to go and get dragged into an alley right in front of him. His black duster billowed around him as he swept off, well more like stumbled off, in the direction of the fight. He slipped into the alley, literally, and surveyed his surroundings.
He saw a high kick delivered to a rather rotund vamp and watched as he was hurtled to the wall,
"Nice kick…" the comment went unnoticed and Spike searched the darkness. The female figure was now delivering a series of animalistic blows to the being, "Go figure." Spike watched some more and wrenched a cigarette from his duster, lighting up. As soon as the lighter snapped the woman whipped around. She stared at Spike, but he doubted she could see him very well; still he stayed anyway. Probably one of his stupider moves, but he was drunk. The girl stretched her arms above her head, joined her hands and rolled her neck with a feral grin dancing across her full lips.
"Looks like everyone's coming out to play tonight." That voice, he recognised it from somewhere. Spike quirked an eyebrow at the comment but, even when his legs told him to either run or, well, run he stayed stood in the spot. When the blood, well I realise vamps don't have blood, but you no what I mean, returned to his legs he took a cautious step towards her. Her arm immediately swung around from across her body, meant to connect with his jaw in a swift, arching blow, but his instincts set in and his body dipped back, narrowly missing the balled fist.
The girl took a step towards him and Spike felt a knee connect with his groin and grunted heavily before dropping to his knees. As he did he took her legs from under her and rolled over onto her body to pin her down. She instantly rolled over again and was on top of him. Spike calculated that it would be a matter of seconds before a stake came into contact with his heart and his hands shot to her waist. He couldn't resist, he really couldn't, after all the body above his hands was amazing and if you can't fight your opponent, you might as well play with them, right? In less that a second his left hand had travelled up her body to land, half covering her breast. He heard her intake of breath and Spike took that as an opportunity to rollover yet again. This time he stopped her body with his knees at either side, and held her two wrists in one hand above her head. He could tell from the way she was squirming and kicking that she was really pissed now.
"Calm down, you stupid cow. I'm not going to bite you, or hurt you."
"Damn straight your not, you'll be dust before you can say 'Casper the friendly ghost.' Bloody hell!" Spike grinned as his favourite phrase slipped from her mouth. That really has been a bad pun. He leant down and tickled her ear with unneeded breath.
"Casper-the-friendly-ghost." At this she huffed and rolled her body like a wave, trying to throw him off balance. He felt himself instantly harden and groaned low in the back of his throat.
"Listen, kid, it is fighting you want to be doing right? 'Coz I really can't handle you doing that with your body and then have to slam my fist into your face." He felt her body tense and then relax. Then, she started rolling her body even more…what?! He felt her lean her head up to his and her hair tickled his cheek.
"I'm not a kid. That's for sure." His mind temporarily flew out of the window when he heard her whisper that. Suddenly she used all her body weight to try and throw him off her. He regained his balance in less than a second,
"Oh no you don't. Look I'm not going to hurt you so quit with the wonder woman crap and cut it out. You'd think you were a bleedin' slayer the way you're acting." He rolled his eyes expecting the comment to pass. She tensed immediately.
"You bastard! What slayer have you ever known? You'd met either of the last two original slayers and you sure as hell wouldn't even be here to say that. Neither of them would have given you more that a second of dust free karma before they staked your sorry little ass." Her rant had become a scream as she spat the words at him. He recoiled as he heard her. She was definitely crazy…maybe she knew one of the ones Red had called or something. Original slayers? What the HELL was she on about?
"You really need to calm down. You're going to have to trust me ok, we need to get you back to soul boy's, and maybe the Watcher can sort you out or something. Christ you need something, perhaps a straight jacket, I'm not sure, but you're coming with me. Why me, why do I always get stuck with the renegades…a man can't even enjoy a drink these days." The last part was mumbled to himself and he felt her relax. He got to his feet and warily pulled her to hers. She took a step back and rubbed her wrists tenderly.
"Why should I trust you?" He was on her in an instant, pushing her back against a wall. His long, elegant fingers danced across her neck; just around her pulse point and his eyes sparkled with mirth and edge.
"You don't have a choice." She knocked him back and he chuckled…
"You might want to take care of something before we leave, hate to think that all this was for nothing." His hand gestured to the slumped body of the vampire from earlier.
As she stalked over to it, producing a stake from the middle of nowhere he looked around, irritated. Where had his smoke gone, he must have lost it in the fight, when the hell did that happen? He lit up another just as the body against the opposite wall exploded. Spike stalked over to the girl and grabbed her hand roughly; she pulled away just as roughly, but with no success.
"Hey!"
"Don't want you buggering off now, do we? No screaming, people might start to stare." He smiled sweetly at the girl, contradicting his poisonous tone, letting the pressure on her hand increase, before softening his hold again.
They walked into the street together, stopping under the light to regard one another properly. His eyes travelled up her long, very long he noted, leather-clad legs to her curvy waist and flat stomach. Skin peeked out where her top joined the waistband, gleaming a pearly white. The leather trousers were a dark brown and as he followed the lines of her figure further up he saw she was wearing a tight black Lycra halter-top that showed off her the heaving swells of her chest nicely and two strings led up to tie around her neck. Arms crossed around her chest and he heard the undeniable tapping of her foot. He looked up to her face that was framed by long deep brown hair that had a slight wave to it. Eyes connected with eyes, and there was a simultaneous gasp.
"Great, just great." Just when he was trying to spend a night drowning his sorrows and numb the pain of having to put up with poof boy, a stupid chit had to go and get dragged into an alley right in front of him. His black duster billowed around him as he swept off, well more like stumbled off, in the direction of the fight. He slipped into the alley, literally, and surveyed his surroundings.
He saw a high kick delivered to a rather rotund vamp and watched as he was hurtled to the wall,
"Nice kick…" the comment went unnoticed and Spike searched the darkness. The female figure was now delivering a series of animalistic blows to the being, "Go figure." Spike watched some more and wrenched a cigarette from his duster, lighting up. As soon as the lighter snapped the woman whipped around. She stared at Spike, but he doubted she could see him very well; still he stayed anyway. Probably one of his stupider moves, but he was drunk. The girl stretched her arms above her head, joined her hands and rolled her neck with a feral grin dancing across her full lips.
"Looks like everyone's coming out to play tonight." That voice, he recognised it from somewhere. Spike quirked an eyebrow at the comment but, even when his legs told him to either run or, well, run he stayed stood in the spot. When the blood, well I realise vamps don't have blood, but you no what I mean, returned to his legs he took a cautious step towards her. Her arm immediately swung around from across her body, meant to connect with his jaw in a swift, arching blow, but his instincts set in and his body dipped back, narrowly missing the balled fist.
The girl took a step towards him and Spike felt a knee connect with his groin and grunted heavily before dropping to his knees. As he did he took her legs from under her and rolled over onto her body to pin her down. She instantly rolled over again and was on top of him. Spike calculated that it would be a matter of seconds before a stake came into contact with his heart and his hands shot to her waist. He couldn't resist, he really couldn't, after all the body above his hands was amazing and if you can't fight your opponent, you might as well play with them, right? In less that a second his left hand had travelled up her body to land, half covering her breast. He heard her intake of breath and Spike took that as an opportunity to rollover yet again. This time he stopped her body with his knees at either side, and held her two wrists in one hand above her head. He could tell from the way she was squirming and kicking that she was really pissed now.
"Calm down, you stupid cow. I'm not going to bite you, or hurt you."
"Damn straight your not, you'll be dust before you can say 'Casper the friendly ghost.' Bloody hell!" Spike grinned as his favourite phrase slipped from her mouth. That really has been a bad pun. He leant down and tickled her ear with unneeded breath.
"Casper-the-friendly-ghost." At this she huffed and rolled her body like a wave, trying to throw him off balance. He felt himself instantly harden and groaned low in the back of his throat.
"Listen, kid, it is fighting you want to be doing right? 'Coz I really can't handle you doing that with your body and then have to slam my fist into your face." He felt her body tense and then relax. Then, she started rolling her body even more…what?! He felt her lean her head up to his and her hair tickled his cheek.
"I'm not a kid. That's for sure." His mind temporarily flew out of the window when he heard her whisper that. Suddenly she used all her body weight to try and throw him off her. He regained his balance in less than a second,
"Oh no you don't. Look I'm not going to hurt you so quit with the wonder woman crap and cut it out. You'd think you were a bleedin' slayer the way you're acting." He rolled his eyes expecting the comment to pass. She tensed immediately.
"You bastard! What slayer have you ever known? You'd met either of the last two original slayers and you sure as hell wouldn't even be here to say that. Neither of them would have given you more that a second of dust free karma before they staked your sorry little ass." Her rant had become a scream as she spat the words at him. He recoiled as he heard her. She was definitely crazy…maybe she knew one of the ones Red had called or something. Original slayers? What the HELL was she on about?
"You really need to calm down. You're going to have to trust me ok, we need to get you back to soul boy's, and maybe the Watcher can sort you out or something. Christ you need something, perhaps a straight jacket, I'm not sure, but you're coming with me. Why me, why do I always get stuck with the renegades…a man can't even enjoy a drink these days." The last part was mumbled to himself and he felt her relax. He got to his feet and warily pulled her to hers. She took a step back and rubbed her wrists tenderly.
"Why should I trust you?" He was on her in an instant, pushing her back against a wall. His long, elegant fingers danced across her neck; just around her pulse point and his eyes sparkled with mirth and edge.
"You don't have a choice." She knocked him back and he chuckled…
"You might want to take care of something before we leave, hate to think that all this was for nothing." His hand gestured to the slumped body of the vampire from earlier.
As she stalked over to it, producing a stake from the middle of nowhere he looked around, irritated. Where had his smoke gone, he must have lost it in the fight, when the hell did that happen? He lit up another just as the body against the opposite wall exploded. Spike stalked over to the girl and grabbed her hand roughly; she pulled away just as roughly, but with no success.
"Hey!"
"Don't want you buggering off now, do we? No screaming, people might start to stare." He smiled sweetly at the girl, contradicting his poisonous tone, letting the pressure on her hand increase, before softening his hold again.
They walked into the street together, stopping under the light to regard one another properly. His eyes travelled up her long, very long he noted, leather-clad legs to her curvy waist and flat stomach. Skin peeked out where her top joined the waistband, gleaming a pearly white. The leather trousers were a dark brown and as he followed the lines of her figure further up he saw she was wearing a tight black Lycra halter-top that showed off her the heaving swells of her chest nicely and two strings led up to tie around her neck. Arms crossed around her chest and he heard the undeniable tapping of her foot. He looked up to her face that was framed by long deep brown hair that had a slight wave to it. Eyes connected with eyes, and there was a simultaneous gasp.