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really, just the plot line.
I guess there's no real explanation why I feel like something is about to happen, it's just this feeling I have inside of me, pressing on my non soul, heavy on my mind and also on my heart. For Christ's sake I wish that whatever it is would just happen already so that I could get over with all of this waiting and wondering. I woke up this afternoon genuinely scared for the first time in a good fifty years. I just don't generally get scared but today, for some reason or other; I am. Oh well, I figure it'll come into focus soon enough and I can deal with it then, no reason to worry about it every moment until it happens. Easy for me to say but not necessarily to do, this feeling is not going away easily.
I was rather hoping that I would get a chance to see the Slayer today. Although so far she hasn't chosen to grace me with her presence so I'm beginning to wonder since it's almost 5 o'clock, if I won't see her until she goes out to Slay later on tonight. I hope that she continued to sleep well throughout the night with no interruptions from the gang as they all came "home" at god knows what time. It was nice to see her sleeping so well after so long without a good night's sleep. I myself slept remarkably well too and because of her no doubt, as I am often inclined to do after particularly pleasant run-ins with her.
Last night was, although short lived, generally a wonderful evening. Maybe my saving her really played on her good side, not that I want to brag about saving her understand, because I don't need that kind of publicity floating around about me. I'm sure most of everyone in Sunnydale already knows of my love for the girl, I can only hope that I've still got a little bit of bad boy left in my reputation. I may love the Slayer but I certainly don't need to be known as the council's little lap dog now do I?
I've been fidgety all day and think that perhaps I should get to doing something one of these days, it's been awhile since I've been to LA and I wonder just briefly if I would be welcome by Angel if I should go to visit. I wouldn't necessarily be going to visit him, because we loathe each other and all that, but I could stop in for a moment couldn't I? He's as souled as ever, and thus still the poof I've always known and certainly not loved, but he's still my sire, regrettably of course, but can't change that now can I? Maybe I should give him a call if I choose to really take this little trip, humph! Not bloody likely, since when am I one to fill anyone in on my intentions regarding anything?
I've managed to get into the shower and out again within twenty minutes, water felt a little too good today not to be enjoyed and there were also a couple other things that needed to be taken care of. A man has his needs doesn't he? And the never ending vision of Buffy stuck inside my brain really worked out well for at least one of the previously mentioned needs. Not that I want to smell all pretty boy either, but I also managed to take some time to pick up some body wash, old spice I think, so I could at least be presentable for my Slayer later on.
It's pretty reasonable outside and so I open the door to the crypt letting some much-needed fresh air enter the room. Too early for Vampires to be running around full force because it is really quite sunny outside, and so I figure I won't make too much of a scene if I walk around in my towel for awhile. Most of the humans stopped coming to my little corner of the cemetery years ago, everyone buried here is too old mostly to be remembered, and no one comes around anywhere near dark, they're all afraid of the monsters that come out at night. Well, the smart ones are afraid of the dark; the dumb ones I still maintain should get a lesson in proper graveyard etiquette. You come to visit Gramps and Uncle Todd during the day, not anytime near night when you're obviously have to be looking for death. I myself won't do it, not just because I have the Slayer to impress, but because I've done that for a hundred some years and something's just get boring. Not saying I never will again, but for now I'm happy with the way my unlife is going.
Met Billy Idol once in the 80's back when he was doing a concert in New York City, nice man he was, drank a couple beers with him in a pub downtown after the show. Not that I would call us friends at all, acquaintances maybe, I wonder if he'd even remember me if we were to meet today. I throw another record onto the turntable, first song? Rebel Yell yeah, that's a good one I can remember. I'm thoroughly enjoying dancing around the room, singing along with my acquaintance Billy, when there's a knock on the open door and I smile to myself, she's finally decided to visit, took her damn near half of the day, but at least she came. I'm way to excited about these little things and so I wipe the ecstatic grin off of my face before turning to face her.
As I turn I realize that I'm here in my towel, making an absolute fool of myself and that I have absolutely no clue who is standing at my door. It's not Buffy and that's for sure, but it is a blond 5'11 supermodel type chick that I swear I have never seen before in my life. Not bad looking that's for sure, but definitely not Buffy. She looks unsure as to if she's at the right place and looks at a crumpled piece of paper in her hand once again before addressing me and at the same time giving me the old once over.
"Spike?"
She seems a little embarrassed by my lack of clothes, but I'm not about to go running away from someone I don't even know. Well, then again, Buffy really wouldn't like my standing here scantily clad talking to a beautiful woman. Ok, I think maybe I will go and find some clothes for both Buffy's sake and mine.
"Come in, I haven't much of a place, but you're welcomed to it for the time being." She takes a couple wary steps forward and I close the door behind her. "If you'd excuse me for a second, I'll uh...be right back."
I can't exactly say why I invited this girl in, but she seemed decent enough, human, and that's a little strange, why would a human be looking for me? Don't know but I'm planning on finding out and it's only moments later before I'm back out into the living room and seated once again in my old comfy chair. She's found a seat on the couch and I see that she's much more cautious than I originally thought. Her heartbeat gives her away, almost as if she's holding her breath in fright. Great, a human that's afraid of me. I just hope she doesn't have any crosses, stakes or holy water hidden under that coat of hers.
"What is it that I can do for you?"
"Your Spike?"
"I am, and you?"
"Laurea."
"Good, now that we've gotten that out of the way, why are you looking for me?"
"My mothers name was Helen, she died recently and told me about you while on her deathbed."
"Listen up kid, I've done a lot of things to a lot of people in the past and I don't regret a lot of it, I'm sorry if I harmed your family in anyway, but if you come to kill me, I'm afraid you won't get the chance. I'm a changed man but won't hesitate one moment about defending myself and let me tell you, I do a damn good job at it. I suggest you leave now before you're unable."
Great, some kid come to get revenge for someone in his or her family that I'd wronged in the past. Never fails that there'll always be someone just around the corner waiting to dust me. I was in such a great mood earlier, I guess that this is what I was so worried about earlier. Well she seems like a nice girl so hopefully I'll be able to convince her to just leave things in the past as they are, in the past.
"Wait, no, Mr....Spike? I'm not here to kill you."
Thank god, one less thing I have to deal with today.
"Good, I'd have hated to kill you because of it."
"As I said, my mother Helen...she was in the hospital for months due to a car accident, but I was by her side at her last moments, she only asked me to do one thing...for me to find you. To find Spike, to find William. I had no idea that it was you.I've seen you before in my dreams."
"What kind of joke is this? I'll ask that you not call me by that name again, I've been in your dreams? Get to the point or don't get to it, I don't care, just tell me what you came to tell me and leave."
I hate being called William, I am certainly not William anymore and anyone that thinks so has either read too many vampire books or had known me in the extreme past. The past back before Spike came into existence. William and I are as different as night and day. Who is she to come here demanding things from me? Well, true, she technically hasn't demanded anything, but I just wish she'd spit it all out already.
"My mother Helen, her fathers name was William, and his mothers name Katherine. I have this...It was passed down from my great grandmother."
Out of her jacket is produced a leather bound book that I really don't even want to see, but I take it nonetheless and run my fingers over the bindings that should have fallen apart by now. I know this journal all too well, no; William knows this journal all too well. This is where I wrote my poetry so long ago, this journal which should not be here is burning in my hands and I set it down beside me. Everything is fitting together so well now, and she was smart, she brought proof knowing that I would never believe a word of it. I wonder why this old book has survived for so long anyhow? It certainly didn't mean anything to a lot of people back then, but to know Katherine kept it, well, that's amazing. She was so young when I was turned I wasn't even sure that she remembered me at all.
"So you see William," she is still unused to my nickname and probably always will therefore be calling me William, "Besides my dreams, you and I have a common bond." She smiles a toothy grin before cocking her head just slightly in my direction, "My great grandmother is none other than your sister."
I guess there's no real explanation why I feel like something is about to happen, it's just this feeling I have inside of me, pressing on my non soul, heavy on my mind and also on my heart. For Christ's sake I wish that whatever it is would just happen already so that I could get over with all of this waiting and wondering. I woke up this afternoon genuinely scared for the first time in a good fifty years. I just don't generally get scared but today, for some reason or other; I am. Oh well, I figure it'll come into focus soon enough and I can deal with it then, no reason to worry about it every moment until it happens. Easy for me to say but not necessarily to do, this feeling is not going away easily.
I was rather hoping that I would get a chance to see the Slayer today. Although so far she hasn't chosen to grace me with her presence so I'm beginning to wonder since it's almost 5 o'clock, if I won't see her until she goes out to Slay later on tonight. I hope that she continued to sleep well throughout the night with no interruptions from the gang as they all came "home" at god knows what time. It was nice to see her sleeping so well after so long without a good night's sleep. I myself slept remarkably well too and because of her no doubt, as I am often inclined to do after particularly pleasant run-ins with her.
Last night was, although short lived, generally a wonderful evening. Maybe my saving her really played on her good side, not that I want to brag about saving her understand, because I don't need that kind of publicity floating around about me. I'm sure most of everyone in Sunnydale already knows of my love for the girl, I can only hope that I've still got a little bit of bad boy left in my reputation. I may love the Slayer but I certainly don't need to be known as the council's little lap dog now do I?
I've been fidgety all day and think that perhaps I should get to doing something one of these days, it's been awhile since I've been to LA and I wonder just briefly if I would be welcome by Angel if I should go to visit. I wouldn't necessarily be going to visit him, because we loathe each other and all that, but I could stop in for a moment couldn't I? He's as souled as ever, and thus still the poof I've always known and certainly not loved, but he's still my sire, regrettably of course, but can't change that now can I? Maybe I should give him a call if I choose to really take this little trip, humph! Not bloody likely, since when am I one to fill anyone in on my intentions regarding anything?
I've managed to get into the shower and out again within twenty minutes, water felt a little too good today not to be enjoyed and there were also a couple other things that needed to be taken care of. A man has his needs doesn't he? And the never ending vision of Buffy stuck inside my brain really worked out well for at least one of the previously mentioned needs. Not that I want to smell all pretty boy either, but I also managed to take some time to pick up some body wash, old spice I think, so I could at least be presentable for my Slayer later on.
It's pretty reasonable outside and so I open the door to the crypt letting some much-needed fresh air enter the room. Too early for Vampires to be running around full force because it is really quite sunny outside, and so I figure I won't make too much of a scene if I walk around in my towel for awhile. Most of the humans stopped coming to my little corner of the cemetery years ago, everyone buried here is too old mostly to be remembered, and no one comes around anywhere near dark, they're all afraid of the monsters that come out at night. Well, the smart ones are afraid of the dark; the dumb ones I still maintain should get a lesson in proper graveyard etiquette. You come to visit Gramps and Uncle Todd during the day, not anytime near night when you're obviously have to be looking for death. I myself won't do it, not just because I have the Slayer to impress, but because I've done that for a hundred some years and something's just get boring. Not saying I never will again, but for now I'm happy with the way my unlife is going.
Met Billy Idol once in the 80's back when he was doing a concert in New York City, nice man he was, drank a couple beers with him in a pub downtown after the show. Not that I would call us friends at all, acquaintances maybe, I wonder if he'd even remember me if we were to meet today. I throw another record onto the turntable, first song? Rebel Yell yeah, that's a good one I can remember. I'm thoroughly enjoying dancing around the room, singing along with my acquaintance Billy, when there's a knock on the open door and I smile to myself, she's finally decided to visit, took her damn near half of the day, but at least she came. I'm way to excited about these little things and so I wipe the ecstatic grin off of my face before turning to face her.
As I turn I realize that I'm here in my towel, making an absolute fool of myself and that I have absolutely no clue who is standing at my door. It's not Buffy and that's for sure, but it is a blond 5'11 supermodel type chick that I swear I have never seen before in my life. Not bad looking that's for sure, but definitely not Buffy. She looks unsure as to if she's at the right place and looks at a crumpled piece of paper in her hand once again before addressing me and at the same time giving me the old once over.
"Spike?"
She seems a little embarrassed by my lack of clothes, but I'm not about to go running away from someone I don't even know. Well, then again, Buffy really wouldn't like my standing here scantily clad talking to a beautiful woman. Ok, I think maybe I will go and find some clothes for both Buffy's sake and mine.
"Come in, I haven't much of a place, but you're welcomed to it for the time being." She takes a couple wary steps forward and I close the door behind her. "If you'd excuse me for a second, I'll uh...be right back."
I can't exactly say why I invited this girl in, but she seemed decent enough, human, and that's a little strange, why would a human be looking for me? Don't know but I'm planning on finding out and it's only moments later before I'm back out into the living room and seated once again in my old comfy chair. She's found a seat on the couch and I see that she's much more cautious than I originally thought. Her heartbeat gives her away, almost as if she's holding her breath in fright. Great, a human that's afraid of me. I just hope she doesn't have any crosses, stakes or holy water hidden under that coat of hers.
"What is it that I can do for you?"
"Your Spike?"
"I am, and you?"
"Laurea."
"Good, now that we've gotten that out of the way, why are you looking for me?"
"My mothers name was Helen, she died recently and told me about you while on her deathbed."
"Listen up kid, I've done a lot of things to a lot of people in the past and I don't regret a lot of it, I'm sorry if I harmed your family in anyway, but if you come to kill me, I'm afraid you won't get the chance. I'm a changed man but won't hesitate one moment about defending myself and let me tell you, I do a damn good job at it. I suggest you leave now before you're unable."
Great, some kid come to get revenge for someone in his or her family that I'd wronged in the past. Never fails that there'll always be someone just around the corner waiting to dust me. I was in such a great mood earlier, I guess that this is what I was so worried about earlier. Well she seems like a nice girl so hopefully I'll be able to convince her to just leave things in the past as they are, in the past.
"Wait, no, Mr....Spike? I'm not here to kill you."
Thank god, one less thing I have to deal with today.
"Good, I'd have hated to kill you because of it."
"As I said, my mother Helen...she was in the hospital for months due to a car accident, but I was by her side at her last moments, she only asked me to do one thing...for me to find you. To find Spike, to find William. I had no idea that it was you.I've seen you before in my dreams."
"What kind of joke is this? I'll ask that you not call me by that name again, I've been in your dreams? Get to the point or don't get to it, I don't care, just tell me what you came to tell me and leave."
I hate being called William, I am certainly not William anymore and anyone that thinks so has either read too many vampire books or had known me in the extreme past. The past back before Spike came into existence. William and I are as different as night and day. Who is she to come here demanding things from me? Well, true, she technically hasn't demanded anything, but I just wish she'd spit it all out already.
"My mother Helen, her fathers name was William, and his mothers name Katherine. I have this...It was passed down from my great grandmother."
Out of her jacket is produced a leather bound book that I really don't even want to see, but I take it nonetheless and run my fingers over the bindings that should have fallen apart by now. I know this journal all too well, no; William knows this journal all too well. This is where I wrote my poetry so long ago, this journal which should not be here is burning in my hands and I set it down beside me. Everything is fitting together so well now, and she was smart, she brought proof knowing that I would never believe a word of it. I wonder why this old book has survived for so long anyhow? It certainly didn't mean anything to a lot of people back then, but to know Katherine kept it, well, that's amazing. She was so young when I was turned I wasn't even sure that she remembered me at all.
"So you see William," she is still unused to my nickname and probably always will therefore be calling me William, "Besides my dreams, you and I have a common bond." She smiles a toothy grin before cocking her head just slightly in my direction, "My great grandmother is none other than your sister."