Written by Sunni
Spike and Arwen had been riding from Rivendell for days. They had passed by Isengard and through the Gap of Rohan. Making their way through the White Mountains of Ered Nimrais they headed towards the small village that lay ahead.
"I'm really glad I came here, you know?" Spike said, looking over to Arwen as they rode.
"How so?" His newest creation asked, turning to look at him.
"I met you and made you my childe. Something I haven't done in a very long time." He replied with a smile upon his face.
Seeing the look upon Arwen's face as the village came into view he said to her, "It looks like we came at a good time."
Her dark eyes showed her thirst as she replied venomously, "Indeed we have."
It was under the cover of darkness that the two of them arrived in the small village. The townspeople were just settling down for the evening. A young boy had been coming back from checking on something out in the stables when he heard the sounds of hooves thundering into the city. Curiosity overtook him and headed towards the noise when suddenly the sound disappeared. Not having a lantern to see what was in the darkness before him he turned to head back in the direction he'd just come from when a voice snarled, " Let's eat..."
Showing her the ropes, Spike taught her the ropes and was surprised at how quickly she caught on. As the boy they'd seen was discarded onto the ground in a heap drained completely dry they continued through the city. Letting Arwen go ahead of him he watched as she made her way towards a young man. Following her every move Spike observed as she made short work of him, the blood lust fueling her hunger for more.
Upon their departure from the city they traveled towards the glowing of orange against the skyline, leaving a trail of carnage behind them in their wake.
"Rato nîn meles, luume tulya..." Arwen said with ice in her voice as she thought of the revenge she would exact upon the one in her mind. {Soon my love, your time will come.}
"What's that love?" Spike asked, unable to translate what she'd just said.
"There is one whom I will face soon. He much to pay for..." she replied to her sire. Spike knew who she was referring to and looked to the day when his childe would bring destruction upon the people of Gondor.
Spike and Arwen had been riding from Rivendell for days. They had passed by Isengard and through the Gap of Rohan. Making their way through the White Mountains of Ered Nimrais they headed towards the small village that lay ahead.
"I'm really glad I came here, you know?" Spike said, looking over to Arwen as they rode.
"How so?" His newest creation asked, turning to look at him.
"I met you and made you my childe. Something I haven't done in a very long time." He replied with a smile upon his face.
Seeing the look upon Arwen's face as the village came into view he said to her, "It looks like we came at a good time."
Her dark eyes showed her thirst as she replied venomously, "Indeed we have."
It was under the cover of darkness that the two of them arrived in the small village. The townspeople were just settling down for the evening. A young boy had been coming back from checking on something out in the stables when he heard the sounds of hooves thundering into the city. Curiosity overtook him and headed towards the noise when suddenly the sound disappeared. Not having a lantern to see what was in the darkness before him he turned to head back in the direction he'd just come from when a voice snarled, " Let's eat..."
Showing her the ropes, Spike taught her the ropes and was surprised at how quickly she caught on. As the boy they'd seen was discarded onto the ground in a heap drained completely dry they continued through the city. Letting Arwen go ahead of him he watched as she made her way towards a young man. Following her every move Spike observed as she made short work of him, the blood lust fueling her hunger for more.
Upon their departure from the city they traveled towards the glowing of orange against the skyline, leaving a trail of carnage behind them in their wake.
"Rato nîn meles, luume tulya..." Arwen said with ice in her voice as she thought of the revenge she would exact upon the one in her mind. {Soon my love, your time will come.}
"What's that love?" Spike asked, unable to translate what she'd just said.
"There is one whom I will face soon. He much to pay for..." she replied to her sire. Spike knew who she was referring to and looked to the day when his childe would bring destruction upon the people of Gondor.