Evening - in the rain

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

It was a lovely evening. Really it was. There was death in the air, thick enough to taste, and heavy rolls of thunder above the low clouds. Spike was swinging along, long coat blowing a little in the wind, head bare to the rain, and a wide grin on his face as he headed for the graveyard.

This was how it should be....

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

In the distance, not too far from the school, two figures could be seen (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/102183.html).

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla walked in the graveyard, soaked to the bone and laughing maniaclly. There it was. Death. She stood beneath the statue with the Reaper's scythe and waited for Spike.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Correction. This was how it should have been, and Spike stopped dead in the street, staring at the suspiciously familiar figure and feeling his eyebrows climb. "If it isn't bloody Mr. Wonderful and his latest girlfriend...."

So things had been weird lately. More than weird, actually. But he was going to meet his dark princess and having him show up had not been on the agenda. Although it probably should have been. Things had been weird enough that Spike wasn't even positive it was him.

Investigation was obviously called for. Making a slight detour, Spike headed in their direction.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Mr. Wonderful himself came to meet him half way (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/102183.html?view=2960935#t2960935).

"Spike," he said, the intonation giving no clue whatsoever to where the two of them stood, other than that his high and mightyness had actually deigned to acknowledge his grandson's existance.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Angel... us." The drawling pause was deliberate and just shy of blatantly insulting. "What brings you out in such delightful weather, then? Taking your new bird out for a quick round of groping so you can lock yourself up and feel guilty about it later, or planning a damp midnight nosh?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Fortunately dealing with Spike meant never having to doubt who you could talk to in an annoyed tone.

"What's going on and why do I have this itchy sensation that you're in the middle of it?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Me?" Spike couldn't decide whether to be affronted or outraged. "I'm on my way to an indulgent evening with the girl of my dreams, and you're getting all underfoot. Aren't you supposed to be doin' homework?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"The day I start caring about your dreams is the day I - no, scratch that, never happening," Angelus replied. "Now tell me what's going on or I start fulfilling my dream about you and the holy water in interesting places."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"How the hell would I know? Do I look like a bloody crystal ball?" Spike demanded.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"If I look through your ears, yes," Angelus replied. Satisfied that in this, at least, Spike really did know nothing, he immediately began looking around, checking all the places that Spike could not. It was the strange sort of murderous camraderie that only they could pull off. "So what do you think? Something's up. Dru was happy earlier and I know that wasn't because of you."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sod off," Spike snapped. "The world doesn't revolve around you, you know."

Reflexive response to the insult out of the way, he scowled, wiping rain from his eyes. "There's something up, right enough. Something dark and crawly. Not us, but something not far off. Breathe deep... you can smell it in the air."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa steps up from behind Angelus.

"Smell it in the air? Thanks, Hannibal Lecter."

She turns back to Angelus with a wild look in her eye.

"Who the hell is this guy? What is going on?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"This is Spike. He's - " Angelus grimaced " - family."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike leered at her, making it long and insulting. "Sort of like the awkward uncle you always try to sit in the corner at family gatherings. He's ashamed of me, can you believe it? No consideration for the feelings of others."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Look, I don't give a shit about your... problems with Angelus. And the last thing I am concerned with are your feelings. What do you smell and what the hell do we do it about it?"

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Family, right. I don't care if he's the Queen of fucking England, what the hell is he talking about? Something dark and crawly?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Something... dead," Angelus said, sniffing the air. "Something - " he clearly swallowed a word because Cuddy was there. "Not good."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"We're being invaded by Evil Dead? You have GOT to be shitting me."

She paces for a moment, and then touches his arm lightly.

"Okay then, I'm new at this... how do we do this? Should we find weapons?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike snorted. "Look, I'll leave you two alone, shall I? Enjoy the evening, young lovers. I have somewhere to be."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"First time you've had a date in a century, don't let me interfere," Angelus rolled his eyes. In truth he was dying for a good brawl, but if Cuddy died that'd be a waste of a lot of work. "We should go."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Lots of homework, no doubt. Social circles to tend to," Spike smirked at him. "Teenagers to bully and intimidate...."

He flipped Angelus off. "Ta, mate. I'm off to meet the most beautiful girl in the world for a little... what the fuck is that?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus put Cuddy behind him. "Where?"

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa takes cover behind Angelus, and whispers in his ear. Her voice is calm and controlled.

"I... just do what you need to do."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus sighed. He didn't need to, but sometimes the moment called for it.

"You, inside," he told her. He scanned about, trying to decide if it was worth it to try to get her back to the school or if there was somewhere closer he could stash her.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Look, the diner's over there. I'm going to knock and see who's inside...


Come with me? (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/87433.html?thread=2293129#t2293129)"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

With a flicker of disappointment - or possibly boredom - crossing his face at the thought of staying where they were and battling zombies, he nodded.

"Works. Let's go."

[crazyvampchick]

OOC: You're getting in the way of my date! :P

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

OOC: Not to worry, love. Soon as the elderly whatsit is through being an interfering bastard, the date is on.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

OOC: Would you like to come out of the graveyard to where the shouting is about to begin? Spike plans on going that way, but there are now less classy undead between here and there.

[crazyvampchick]

OOC: Hell, yes. Be there in a sec. Um, where do I go?

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

OOC: Never mind. They left. Will start a new thread with Spike FINALLY arriving in the graveyard.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Running through the rain, cursing Angel for making him late, Spike hit more than one puddle. Mud on his jeans, hair sodden, he finally arrived in the graveyard and cast around for the monument with the scythe.

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla's laughter has abated, but she is twirling in circles in the rain, her skirt flying out from her legs.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Ah, beauty in its element." Spike wiped the rain from his face. "Sorry I'm late, princess. Ran into a large, grouchy high school student who seemed to have lost his way."

[crazyvampchick]

"He didn't know what was coming," said Drusilla, slowing to a stop in front of Spike. "He thought it would be safe to play his little games tonight." She laughed and moved closer to hold him.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

He wrapped his arms around her, resting his cheek against her hair. "I saw one," he told her, smiling. "Looks like your standard, low-class, mindless zombie and you know how that goes." He brushed a kiss against her forehead. "Where there's one zombie, there'll soon be a horde."

[crazyvampchick]

"A horde of zombies," purred Drusilla, stroking his cheek gently. "An army of the dead, longing for their pretty trinket. We can make merry mischief now."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"That's my girl." Spike pulled away, smiling down at her. "What suits your fancy, love?"

[crazyvampchick]

"I want a treat," says Drusilla. "Warm and fresh. And I want to be with you." She laces her fingers through his and smiles.

OOC: We could always terrify the townsfolk. Dru's just not really afraid of the zombies, though she'll be cautious when the numbers grow.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Then let's take in the town." Spike made a grandiose gesture with his free hand. "We'll catch something that wiggles nicely and see where the night takes us."




OOC: Terrorization sounds like fun.

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla's smile is malicious, and the bright gleam in her eyes is evil. "Can you hear the screaming, Spike? Let's go and see what's making such a delightful noise."



OOC: *eg* Cool. Want to hit some of the townie threads, then, or what? *is dying here, but having too much fun to stop*

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"They are making quite the racket." Spike gave her a look that combined admiration with fondness. "Let's give them something to really scream about."


OOC: I'd love to... but I'm seriously passing out. *tears hair in frustration*

[crazyvampchick]

OOC: Darn. :( We can always go and wreak some havoc in the threads tomorrow. (You're EST?)

Everyone that playing's having insane fun, though, from what I can tell. *dies of the fun* *is resurrected as a shambling zombie player*