Maybe the best thing I could do for you Is leave you in Peace
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(6/28/04 10:52 am)
Alone in the darkness once more..
ooc: This is about one week into the time leap, New Years Eve.
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The wind whirled gently along the city streets, the cool sensation of it running across the ripped and torn fabric of the black t-shirt and smoothly over the cold skin of the one who wore it. The pale skinned creature had scurried into one of the man back ally's of New York days ago, the jerking movements of the darkly dressed figure, also crouched down on all fours, would easily hint to something being wrong with him. The blonde hair and pale skin helped his bright hazel blue eyes stand out, their confused and frightened glances darting in all directions.
The left side of his face, the front and back part of his right palm, though mostly the front, and down the left side of his chest was a sever burn where he had been attacked by a special brew of holy water that had seered his flesh. Spike had almost forgotten about demon hunters, which was amazing since he used to be one, then again, in his state, he was able to forget anything.. sometimes he'd forget everything. But Rogue had asked him not to forget, so he remembered, rememberd she told him to get away, remembered how she hurt him, remembered how she looked so beaten and he hadn't been there to help, remembered how she lays no in the Medical Lab.. so motionless and unresponsive.
"Wake up, wake up, please, up, up, up," Spike shifted about the small ally, his back hitting one of the large metal bins with a rather loud bang as it rammed back into the brick wall behind it. "I didn't do it!" With panicked words shot out defensivly towards the invisible entities that accused him of his wrong doings for having disturbed the area he was hiding in. The daylight was starting to fade for the past hour, so it was almost nightfall, he could leave the all when the sun went away. He was starving, it hurt so greatly he had started biting his arms the last few days just to feel the taste of stale, foul blood within his lips. Even if it was sickening and already sapped of its life energies, he seemed to feel better when he was hurting himself, got his mind off other things..
Only problem was without him feeding on anything his body wasn't able to heal properly, "Don't forget!!" screaming out rather demandingly to himself, Spike angrily lunged forward at some trash cans, slamming them aside with his left hand and sending them crashing off in both directions beside him. Both slammed noisily into the walls of the ally, Spike's back to the distant entrance that lead out into the streets, it hadn't been a very good place to hide since there wasn't ony ceiling above him, he had basically been curled up against the walls for most of the day.
"Hey! Get out of here you!" The metal door to the food establishment finally opened and a large man in a cooking uniform with dark black curly hair and scruffy facial hair snapped irritably at Spike who had been causing a racket all day but the kitchen staff had been too nervous to do anything, "I'm going to call the police if you don't get lost!" Turning his head to look over his shoulder towards the human who stepped out partially of the kitchen to talk with him, Spike's facial expression lost its blank look as he smiled rather coldly. The instant however that the vampires demonic form shifted into view the cook slammed the steel door shut with a panicked cry as Spike lunged towards it, losing himself to the hunger for a moment as he relentlessly bashed his fists against the door.
"Come out, come out, come out to plaaaaay!" There was a frightening snarl while he kicked the door and dented it terribly, "Spikey just wants to have a bloody fun day!" Feeling a sudden wave of dizziness wash over him, Spike quietend down and rested his forehead against the cold metal he had thoroughly dented. "Go away.. go away, you're not allowed to come out and play, bad lil'boys don't get their toys," There was a sobbing faintly heard after a moment of silence, his left hand move to cover his face as tears shamefully crept down his cheeks, "Oh god, oh god, no toys, no toys again this year," Now hiding his face behind both his hands, Spike seemed to calm down for a moment as he focused solely on crying. Words were spoken heartbrokingly to the door as if speaking to someone he knew well,
"You promised this year would be different! Please don't hurt her! Please, she is ill, treat her well.." His temper flared up angrily and all at once, his scared arms and pained hands slamming maliciously at the door again, his voice and accent altering and becoming criel and violent. "Harm a hair on'er head an' I'll rip off ya arm! Get out here ya friggin' coward, what's th'matter, aren't so big an' brave when the person you thrash can actually thrash back?" Snarling Spike slammed his fists into the door once last time and then dropped weakly to his knees. His body instantly rocking in a furious attempt to drain the energy and stress from his mind and body.
"Make it stop, make it stop, make it all stop!" Where was Rogue? Why wasn't she here to make all these thoughts stop hurting him? He was jumping from the times he was a child witnessing his father's abuse towards his mother and himself to just events that had happened recently, and it was all so muddled things were playing in his mind so realistically that it was hard for him to understand what exactly was real, which was only stressing him more and causing his condition to get worse.
Once again his human face stared ahead as his body turned about, sitting on the step in front of the door and staring ahead towards the ally wall, not at all caring for the fact that they had called the police as soon as Spike grew violent.
At Night the Moon Calls me, beckoning me Whispering for me to Play amongst its shadows
Posts: 33
(7/3/04 9:48 pm)
Re: Alone in the darkness once more..
“Come out come out little shadows, come out and play…”
The quiet whisper wove gently into the city’s sounds, escaping almost inaudibly through softly colored, blue lips. The voice was feminine, and seemed to purr rather than speak; yet aside from the purring tone her words were strangely unsteady. The pitch rose and fell, and caught slightly in her throat, hinting at the tattered mental state that had befallen her.
“Resting, writhing, thinking at day, come out at night to play…”
Her voice seemed to rise in tainted excitement, still shaking as it slid out quietly into the cool dusk air. Each day for the past week had been spent tucked away from view, pulled back to where ever she could lie without interruption. She slept mainly during the daylight, waking up anywhere between every hour to every two minutes, leaving her from nightfall to dawn to move without much exhaust through the city streets in her true form. But nightmares plagued her sleep, and she jerked awake far more than once to images of Arlen’s clawed fists slamming down into her flesh, or hers into his; or the sight of Willow‘s hypnotic eyes staring fixedly into hers, boring into her very soul. Her mother’s furious screams, telling her that she was no longer welcome at the brotherhood, her dreams replaying the scene again and again for her, and yet it made no more scene than the first time. And even those were not the only memories that woke her from her sleep, there were more, so many that when she finally aroused each as night the sun set she could not remember half the times she had awoken, nor the unsettling images and sounds that had awoken her. If she wasn’t sleeping, or attempting to sleep, in the day she was thinking, trying to understand what had happened, and more importantly, figure out what to do next.
Unfortunately her thinking also involved crying, from silent tears to hysterical sobbing and screaming, and sometimes taking out her rage on near by objects. The small, secluded alley way she had slept in the previous day now had trashcans that seemed more fit for scrap metal than to hold much of anything anymore. But it was not the times that she took out her fury on whatever would hold still for her that was frightening to the mutant, it was when she cried that terrified her. Those small, crystalline tears were perhaps her worst nightmare, because they meant she was no longer immune to this world, and the wall she had spent her entire life piecing together to keep her from this forsaken world had broke. She was vulnerable.
The figure that had moments ago whispered seemed shrouded in silence, and the darkening shadows fell over her crouching figure as they deepened. Her eyes were closed, yet even so the black eyeliner around them was noticeable, and her tapered brown hair seemed nearly black in the faint light as it fell into her face. A pointed, elvish appearing ear of the same soft blue as her still lips, and in fact the rest of her skin as well, protruded out of her hair, and the wispy form of a thin, swarthy blue demon tail swayed excitedly behind her.
Both her mutated blue pigment and choice of attire helped her begin to fade back into the approaching darkness, dressed in a black shirt and fairly dark blue jeans. She had even swapped momentarily both her studded belt, the one that so often held her jeans up on her hips, for a plain black belt, and had tucked her usual array of silvery bracelets and necklaces into the backpack that sat behind her. Inside that pack was the previously mentioned, a pair of shorts and a shirt to change into when it was warm or her other garb was being washed, an extra pair of undergarments, a toothbrush, toothpaste, eyeliner (packed simply because it took up almost no room), a hairbrush, soap, shampoo, a shaving razor, and the remaining fourth of the hamburger she had been living off of for the past two days. Needless to say she had only the necessities, and a few extra comforts she was willing to lug around to keep herself decently clean.
She had snuck into the brotherhood briefly after she had been sent away to gather a few things, and to gather what money she had collected. Of course, her findings came to a grand total of around 30 dollars, as she was not old enough to hold a job, and didn’t exactly get an allowance. Plus she usually took it upon herself to buy her own clothes, and sometimes even food while she had been staying at the brotherhood, as not to impose on her mother, or to give the impression of a freeloader. So far she had bought around four hamburgers over the period of a week, so needless to say she wasn’t exactly being spendy, nor eating very well. But she didn’t want to spend any more than she absolutely had to, who knew how long she would need to live off of that money? She was still trying to figure out just what the hell she was supposed to do from here, and she hadn’t yet gotten any bright ideas…
But right now, none of that mattered. The moon was coming out, and so were the shadows it cast. This was her time, the time where she was completely free from everything and everyone, free to roam around the city at her own will; and cast all thoughts and memories aside for those few, blissful hours…
Slowly Arisa Howlett tilted her face up to the sky, a soft smile playing her lips, her eyes opening slowly. They were green, a unique forest jade, and as she stared into the darkening world around her, her pupils changed and morphed into thin, cat-like slits, widening to take in the light. She could see everything around her, and hear it just as well; and to her that was the wonder of the night…to see everything and yet not be seen, and to hear everything and not be heard. It was as if she herself became just another element of the night, and she loved it.
Standing up slowly, the blue metamorph made her way in silence to the edge of the building she was perched atop. Her gaze ran over the building’s sides, and fixed on a tree that brushed the structure’s side. With a few more eased steps she was at it‘s side, not pausing to blink before moving naturally down the tree’s branches, and landing with the quietest of thuds on the sidewalk, legs bent at landing in a crouch. The moonlight cascaded over her for a moment, but before it had time to truly wash over the outcast’s figure she had darted off into a side-street, her tail flicking menacingly in her wake.
It seemed like only seconds until a panicked voice met her ears from a distance. Normally she would have simply avoided it, darted off the other way, but this one was familiar…it was Spike’s.
She froze in mid-step, her breath caught in her throat. It was as if her perfect world had been ripped away by that simple voice, and she was back to reality, just like the night she overheard three girls talking about the terrible state Arlen was in…
But it wasn’t the fact it was Spike’s voice she heard that stopped her rigid in place, it was the pain and the panic, the lament that ran through his tone. Something was very wrong.
She listened closely, not so much to distinguish his actual words, but to find where they were coming from. Her tail gave one final pensive flick, before it and the rest of her disappeared into another of the small, winding alleyways.
The blond vampire sat staring ahead at the wall in front of him, moonlight dimly illuminating his figure as Arisa took a few quiet steps into the moon’s touch. Her arrow-ended tail gave a rather anxious flick, he hadn’t noticed her, and she didn’t want to startle him…
“Spike…”
She muttered the word quietly, softly trying to alert him of her presence. But he didn’t look over…had he heard her?
“…Spike…it’s Arisa…”
She spoke a little louder this time, stepping slowly forward to no response. His clothes were torn, and his pale white skin was bright against all the darkness. Hesitating only for a moment, she moved forward a few more paces, soon standing right beside him.
She placed a velvety, furred hand on the side of his handsome face, running her hand up the curve of his cheekbone gently. Slowly she moved her hand back down to his jaw, tilting his face up to hers in a final attempt to get his attention.
“Spike?”
…it felt strange to have her hand against another’s skin, especially when hers was so very cold, and his face so warm…Her eyes widened, staring in surprise at the burn that ran down the opposite side of his face. Bloody hell…what was going on?
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Ooc: Sorry for the hurried ending, I’m having a major writing block this morning…--’ I’ll attempt editing when I’m not feeling like such a complete dunce @_@
Arisa: "You don't understand, when I look at people, I see them differently now.. I see them as prey."
Spike: "An' what do you think I see'em as? Happy meals on legs Nibblet, but it ain't what you see, it's what you do, or don't do in our cases."
Maybe the best thing I could do for you Is leave you in Peace
Posts: 615
(7/5/04 7:58 pm)
Re: Alone in the darkness once more..
There was laughter. And screams. Two figures sitting pleasantly beneath the shade of a tree. Two hands reaching desperately for each other. Glass. Shattering, endlessly falling, sharp splintered fragments of his mind.. the walls of his room... all shattering, seen clealy in his mind, the broken pieces falling before his very eyes as he stared ahead.
“Spike…”
Echoes. Words. Sentances. Whispers.. He wanted to go back to believing in everything that had helped him cope, that he had somewhere to belong, that there was someone who loved him, someone that would hold him.. someone to keep his mind together, his feet on the ground.
“…Spike…it’s Arisa…”
The Blackrose.. 'Trust me..' ... 'Can't ever hurt you..' Lies. He could. He was a monster, Arisa.. why was she here? She was in danger, she wouldn't approach him, he was a monster, a filthy beast.. he was dead. There was movement, but the sounds and presence of the mutant didn't seem to register on the vampire, his mind so broken for the moment, images, sounds, thoughts, what was real, what was just a nightmare, wasn't reality a nightmare as well?
There was a touch, an unfamiliar touch.. it had been so long, was he back with Rogue? Was she holding him again? Then why was it so dark? Why was everything so cold and empty, why was the world still so horrific.. why was she not helping him find his way back to the steady ground again. Where was her voice to guide him?
“Spike?”
Green. An emerald path. But there was something different about these forest jade eyes, they were not Rogue's, even though his mind focused more on them, on the hope of finding his way back to his lover. But it wasn't Rogue. Arisa? What was she doing here.. she left.. she went away, because he couldn't protect her from the demons, just like he couldn't protect Rogue.. well Wraiths weren't demons but that meant little to him, he was a hunter of the supernatural world, he ought to have destroyed those abominations before they hurt those close to him.
"Can't fight it all away, can't scream it away, can't cry it away, can't hope it away.. can't scratch it all away... can't bare it all alone.." There was a slight sob as his face pulled away, his clenched hands raising to cover his face as he hid it away from her, a tear voice slipping from his lips, partially muffled by the presence of his fists that obscured his face. "..They keep tellin' me t'go away, everywhere I go they say to go'way, the soul burns, th'broke heart hurts, the mind, what mind, nothin' left, tryin' to find it, ran away an' won't come back, they're after me coz I'm dangerous." He was jumping from one thing to another, no one wanted him around, Rogue had told him to go away when she was possessed, then those shopkeepers and such told him off. The soul was burning because of the guilt, the painfully strong emotions he was now feeling and the fact he was insane again, as well as being hunted while loose on the city streets by mostly novice demon hunters.
The a soft sort of sniffling sound, which seemed more as if he was picking up a scent then because of his tears. His fists seemed to reveal his teary eyes for a moment as he blinked towards Arisa, purring slightly as he leaned more towards her, there was the sense of Willow about her, she was bonded with his childe and usually that implied that he was permitted to feed from the servant who was Willows property. But it couldn't be real, just another thing of his mind, the vampire shut his eyes and rather violently slamed his back hard against the metal door, causing a loud noise which generated some started screams from the nervous woman who had been cutting things for the salades near the door. There was such a hungry look about the vampire, yet he seemed so confused and frightened at the same time, he wanted food, fresh food, good food, yet he didn't want to feed off people, and that meant he wouldn't eat well if he just satisfied himself with animal blood.
At Night the Moon Calls me, beckoning me Whispering for me to Play amongst its shadows
Posts: 34
(7/6/04 10:52 am)
Re: Alone in the darkness once more.."Can't fight it all away, can't scream it away, can't cry it away, can't hope it away.. can't scratch it all away... can't bare it all alone.."
Her eyes went blank, a distant expression etching over her features, lingering fragments of concern remaining. His words seemed surreal, as if whispered by her own mind instead of by his lips, and for a moment she was unsure if he had actually said them, or if it was those voices again…no, his lips had been moving…yet his words fit her state so perfectly. She had fought, screamed, cried…hoped to scratch it all away, away with those blood soaked claws of hers…yet she could no longer bare it alone. But alone was exactly what she was…
She cringed back, pained as he jerked away, his hands moving up quickly to cover his face. Her own hands pulled back up against her stomach, and her tail whipped forward to wrap partially around her waist in defensive posture. After a few rigid seconds, her hands fell limp again, her gaze wandering down distractedly to her own reclusive posture. She was so weak now, so fragile…he had done nothing but pull back, and that alone hurt her…and yet she had been pulling back from those who cared all her life. A taste of her own medicine, foul, bitter medicine.
Her mind jumped from one thread of thoughts to another, her mental turmoil taking hell on her mind, just as it had been for the past week. She was not stable, not reasonable, not sane. She could gather herself, she knew she could…she could stop hurting…but it was so much easier to let the pain consume her, and to wither away in her own lament…
"..They keep tellin' me t'go away, everywhere I go they say to go'way, the soul burns, th'broke heart hurts, the mind, what mind, nothin' left, tryin' to find it, ran away an' won't come back, they're after me coz I'm dangerous."
Again she was in question whether it was Spike or her own mind speaking to her…her mother had sent her away, they did not what her at the X-men, not a killer like her, no… Her soul and heart were slit with guilt, fear, pain, and confusion, and her mind, her mind was a meddle of the same emotions. She was dangerous…to everyone and anyone, herself included.
Her eyes pressed tight closed, trying so very hard to hold back on coming tears. She mustn’t cry, couldn’t cry…with each tear that left her, left her strength, strength she so badly needed. She had to pull herself together again, if she didn’t…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a strange kind of sniffing sound, causing her eyes to flicker open again in slight surprise. She had lost herself in her thoughts, and forgot momentarily about the battered entity before her. The tears she had been attempting to suppress were lost in surprise as she became distracted by Spike’s strange behavior, his hands lowered slightly, and a kind of purr rose up from him as he leaned towards her.
Arisa’s already choppy, forced breath completely stopped, a tingle of fear running over her. The memory of Willow leaning towards her in much the same way caught the unsuspecting girl off guard as it flashed through her mind. She knew what was coming, fangs, blood, and she would be left sprawling weakly on the floor, with Willow’s voice mocking her, calling her pathetic…
Suddenly the figure before her closed his eyes, and violently slammed himself back against the metal door behind him, the extremely loud noise, and the screams from a bystander, causing Arisa to jump in surprise, quickly covering her overly sensitive ears and cringing slightly.
Warily she removed her hands from her pointed ears, and again the street was near silent…her eyes traveled over the features of the blonde vampire. Hunger was written all over his face, and his longing to bite her was as obvious as broad daylight. She vaguely remembered when Willow had bitten her…she had trailed kisses down Arisa’s jaw, moving along her neck, before piercing into it, her magic numbing it painlessly. Of course Arisa wasn’t expecting Spike to be doing anything but simply darting for the neck, and the food, but what had she to loose…she had been bitten before, and lived through it, why should this time be any different? The last time she had been suffering sever blood loss already, and still was fine afterwards…maybe lightheaded and extremely weak, but it wasn’t as if it killed her as it would a normal human.
“Go ahead.”
Her voice rung up rather shakily, steadied the second time around by her growing calmness. She stared motionlessly at the vampire’s figure, strangely aware of having to force her chest to rise and fall with breath, and her tail tightening around her.
“Drink. I’ll heal.”
Arisa: "You don't understand, when I look at people, I see them differently now.. I see them as prey."
Spike: "An' what do you think I see'em as? Happy meals on legs Nibblet, but it ain't what you see, it's what you do, or don't do in our cases."
Maybe the best thing I could do for you Is leave you in Peace
Posts: 617
(7/6/04 5:08 pm)
Re: Alone in the darkness once more..
Silence again. And yet everything was so loud around him, cars sped by on the busy New York roads, voices heard only by the supernaturally enhanced hearing of the vampire, and of course Arisa's own hightened senses would pick up the not so distant city life. Everything hurt, everything screamed out at him. Pain. Was it just in his mind? No. He knew the truth, he knew he was dangerous, he knew the pain wouldn't stop until he hurt someone, until their life was drained from them and he stole all the essense that kept them in this world.
“Go ahead.”
Although he heard her words, Spike gave no sign of either understanding or having registered that she even spoke, there was an odd uneven tone in her voice, he wasn't used to hearing it, was she afraid of him? Was it because he was a moment, his mind was already warmping the context of what she said, he was a beast, an unholy creature, she knew he wasn't able to fight his inner demon, she knew he would hurt her.
“Drink. I’ll heal.”
There was a slow shift of his gaze as it turned towards her lips, he'd stopped breathing, he was so still and quiet, they'd hurt him if he didn't feed, Angelus and Dru always hurt him. Willow would insist that he consume the slaves, he had to, otherwise she'd tell Angelus, then Angelus would hurt him, or make him hurt others, like a puppet being controlled by strings it was so hard to go against what Angelus demanded of him.
Lifting the bright hazel blue orbs to stare so distantly into the depths of the emerald jades, they were not Rogue's though, they would not bring him back to a place that had someone who loved him, they would not guide him to open arms where he could hold someone and be held by them.
Without even realizing it, Spike was already beginning to lure Arisa's mind into a usually false sense of security, the vampires gaze almost hypnotic in the sense she would start to feel calm and safe, as if the vampires presence was all she needed to be protected by the world around her. He didn't need to charm the girl, she had offered herself to him, but he wasn't intentionally trying to, he was so weak and unbalanced that it was just instinct kicking in.
Spike's cool hands reached out for her own, guiding her even closer towards him, he wanted to stand, but he felt so exhausted for the moment, standing was just too much of an effort. Starving. That's all he could think of, he was starving. If he had a heart it'd be racing, thrashing wildly in his chest, instead of the usual, cold, lifeless and stillness that cursed his undead form. So close. Arisa was guided towards him so that she was basically forced to sit on his knees though he gave no verbal commands for the action, yet she would have felt compelled without even noticing to do so. Spike body leaned forward, she was his prey, his delicate little flower whose petals had caught the summer rain, and he must take the sweet droplets of life giving essence without destroying the beauty of the flower.. without making it shrival up and wither away into death.
Never hurt her. He promised. Had he lied? He had to stop, he refused to hurt her, his left hand slipped from her own hand he had earlier taken while these weak thoughts traveled through his mind. The cool tips of his fingers brushing against her neck, the weak touch of his thumb as it settled against her cheek while his eyes dropped to the other side of her neck. The way she was sitting had the side of her body facing him, her knees still together, facing towards the exist of the ally with her back to the dead end of the wall.
Different vampires had different powers, different abilities and different biology, some vampires were known to bite into their victims and drain the blood through the fangs, some just bite and drink from the blood that was caused by the sever wound. In Spike's case, and Angelus and Dru, as well as Willow though she focuses highly on her wiccan abilities, when they bite into their victims, their teeth break the skin for them to drink the blood of the wound, but like a snake that injects venom into their prey, these type of vampires are able to inject a chemical that causes an instant reaction in the core of the brains pleasure center, activating it and forcing the usualy dying victim to think that they are enjoying the creature feeding off them. It's why humans who have survived vampire attacks from the same kind as Spike's race, tend to seek out safe houses where the humans allow the vampire to feed off them, sometimes they'd inject their bodies with drugs and both the human and vampire would get high in the most extreme of ways.
Spike's lips hovered against Arisa's neck as he had leaned forward, his other arm resting against her back, his left hand now holding her hair away from her neck. Silently his face shifted, the golden eyes staring only for a moment at the one thing he desires all the time and yet is never able to have without being torn apart from guilt. The now elongated fangs gently sank into her neck, usually the vampires feed a few times a day on living bodies, so that meant their store of the chemical they injected was always low and usually weak, poor Arisa got a rather heavy dose of the chemical since he doesn't hunt any more and the supply his body stored was at its peek.
The mutants blood had been perminentally effected by the mythical creature who's blood had also soaked her body, the intense potency of life and potential power was a shock to the vampire who gave a startled noise in the back of his throat. His left hand pulled away and his palm pressed against the cold steel door as his body stood up, his right hand still holding Arisa firmly against him, his left hand returning to her, resting softly against the back of her head as he drank. With the intense feeling of elation, Spike bit a little firmer before relaxing the pressure again, a calm sigh of relief escaping the otherwise now silent creature as he fed.
At Night the Moon Calls me, beckoning me Whispering for me to Play amongst its shadows
Posts: 37
(7/7/04 8:56 am)
Re: Alone in the darkness once more..
Arisa’s uneven breath was calming, steadying as she watched the vampire’s hazel blue eyes shift torpidly, not really paying much attention to where they were shifting to as they rested on her still lips. Her hands loosened as she watched him in silence, and her tail loosened around her waist. A feeling of placid safety was coming over her, and doubled as his eyes wandered up to meet hers, deep pools of almost hypnotic intensity…
The trick he was using on her was not unlike what Willow had done, though Spike wasn’t doing it on purpose as the Wicca had. It didn’t matter if he charmed her or not, she had volunteered, but the blue feral was probably better off with the strange air of calm. It was much better than standing there rigidly, feeling like she was about to be pounced on. She felt as if she was safe, and as long as she was in his presence nothing would harm her, nothing at all…
He reached for her, the cool touch of his hands grasping her own. Her emerald gaze flickered down to his hands momentarily, before back up to his eyes, her figure still but for her chest slowly rising and falling. He pulled softly, and she became vaguely aware of herself being guided in closer, her form moving compliantly with the slightest motion from him, her movements no longer shaky as they had been. He led her silent figure in such a way she was turned to sit down atop his knees, and in a strange way she wasn’t surprised, nor did she feel any need to move away, being nearer to him only seemed to further relax her. Her tail had uncurled from around her waist, and was swaying slowly behind her, had she been at all uncomfortable it’s movements would have been sharper…
Her gaze was fixated on his eyes, yet she could feel his body move closer to hers, leaning forward, looming over his willing prey. She was sitting sideways on his knees, her legs together and her back to the dead end. Her head was tilted up towards him as not to loose sight of his comforting gaze, her neck an open target.
She felt his left hand slip from hers, the chill tips of his fingers brushing over her neck, his thumb settling weakly against her cheek. He was no longer staring back into her eyes, his gaze had traveled down to her neck, and she was content to let her own eyes settle closed, leaning into the touch of his fingers slightly.
His other hand slipped from hers, moving around her back as he leaned forward. His arm against her back made her feel protected, the feeling of safety that had washed over her only intensifying, her tail moving up to curl around the vampire‘s forearm. His lips hovered against the sensitive skin of her neck, a few small shivers rippling gently through her in responce, but she felt no urge to move back. She raised her left hand slowly to rest against his shoulder, her chest brushing his lightly as she in took a quick, rather forced breath. He was so very close to her, mind-numbingly close…
His left hand held her hair away from her neck, a moments pause lingering while he looked on silently at the soft flesh. Arisa felt the anticipation in his form, and it spread to her, her hand tensing up slightly against his shoulder.
His elongated fangs sunk into her neck. First a small, sharp pain ran down her spine, causing her to flinch slightly as the major vein in her neck was pierced, Spike’s hand holding her from accidentally cringing away. But after a few seconds the chemicals in his bite came into affect…
It was faint at first, the chemical only just beginning to activate the pleasure center in Arisa’s body, a small amount of bliss trickling through her nerves. Then suddenly it became incredibly strong, ecstasy far beyond any physical pleasure she’d ever felt before. Her hand clawed into the vampire’s shoulder, and her tail twisted around his arm painfully tight, eyes opening wide with shock. It was so potent, so powerful, it rendered her completely overwhelmed.
Her breath was caught in her throat, eyes now pressed shut as Spike stood up, holding her firmly against him, and only adding to her euphoria. The pressure of his bite increased for a moment, and Arisa’s free arm curled back around to his lower back, her shaking hand attempting to clutch onto the tattered remains of his shirt, her nails digging into his skin just as they were from her other hand. She didn’t mean to cling to him so tightly, but she had never felt anything like this before, never anything so wonderful...
Arisa: "You don't understand, when I look at people, I see them differently now.. I see them as prey."
Spike: "An' what do you think I see'em as? Happy meals on legs Nibblet, but it ain't what you see, it's what you do, or don't do in our cases."
Maybe the best thing I could do for you Is leave you in Peace
Posts: 620
(7/10/04 2:29 pm)
Re: Alone in the darkness once more..
As usual when feeding it was an act of giving into the demonic urges that flood the undead body, so there’s a long moment of eternal bliss in which all struggles against his unnatural nature ceased and for once there’s the inner peace and perfect contempt for this simple moment in time. Arisa’s heart was increasing dramatically in pace and her body gripped tightly to him, this abnormal sensation of not only offering herself to him, much like Ro’ had done one, but she actually seemed to enjoy it, Spike’s victims didn’t tend to live for long, and since all were female and most of them he raped anyway, it made it hard for him to be aware of the effect he had. After all, Drusilla’s bite had always been intoxicating but still, it didn’t mean that it was part of their vampiric physiology, otherwise Spike may have been more inclined to allow Rogue to offer him her blood.
The powerful magic’s floating dormant in Arisa’s blood from he merman Prince, along with the ‘soul’ they seemed to have split and shared now a life-force towards only enforced the awesome potential of intensity for Spike, it was sensational and the starvation he had been suffering from improved the splendorous event greatly. Due to her body’s enhanced healing factor it meant that the flow of blood in the wound was growing steadier while her body repaired the damage, not as fast as her father’s but even the slightest change is easily noticed by the vampire who instinctively increased the pressure once again, allowing his fangs to basically aggravate the flesh and blood vessels by piercing them down into her wound again. There was a growling purr riveting in the depths of his throat, the movement almost animalistic as head twitched while biting down into her before relaxing again, the experience of the life he was absorbing from her blood was phenomenal and for the moment there were no thoughts and only the simple desire of feeding.
The connection being so potent, the vampire’s subconscious mind surfaced for a moment above the human one which always struggled to stay on top, but over the past week that struggle has been fading, so in this moment the slip was so unbelievably easy for his inner animalist self to gain control. There was a snarl as his fangs pulled free of her wound he remained hovering close, his form moving forward and his body forcing hers back a few feet as his fangs bite down more demandingly another burst of his intoxicating chemical would have flooded into her body. A slight distraction begun to creep over him though while he fed, his golden eyes had shut before while he hungrily consumed her precious blood, but now there were whispers, was someone talking to him?
First there was a burst of extreme sensations in his mind, as if everything had suddenly become so much clearer and yet at the same time it was all still so muddled up in his thoughts, it was perhaps lucky that he had stopped feeding now, though his mouth lingered against Arisa’s neck as he stared blankly towards the ally wall behind her. His arms still held her against him, but his eyes seemed alert even though at the same time he was so distant and unfocused on anything, a sudden jerk of his head as it pulled back painfully, his arms releasing her and grabbing at his head while he stumbled backwards.
It was more from intense shock then pain, Arisa’s crimson essence still moist on the undead creatures lips, his teeth stained red and his golden eyes filled with panic and confusion, everything, he sense everything, he knew where the Slayer was, how far away, he could sense she was fighting, she was in trouble, but knowing her she’d handle herself. Then there was Angel, he was off somewhere hunting as well… he’d assume since they were running from him Angel was hunting four insectiod demons that had managed to find their way into the city sewers and were feeding off people instead of the usual large animals from the forests.
It was like he could sense all the demonic and supernatural life in the city to a higher degree then ever before, his sense of tracking seemed also increased, he felt so strong, it was like when he drank the Slayers blood, they boost his abilities, made him stronger, but this was so incredible! Spike’s hands dropped from his head to hang limply at his sides, he felt so drained and overwhelmed by the massive amount of life flowing inside of him, flickers of images from Arisa flashed through his mind, so realistic and forceful on his mind that he was a little startled by their appearance, a burning sensations tingled lightly about his neck very faintly, his eyes closed from the overload that was rushing through him, his hands returning to allow his head to rest against them once again.
“Excuse me?” Spike’s eyes slowly opened and turned to stare over towards the two humans who had entered the ally, officers, called in by the kitchen staff, the instant response from Spike was incredibly fast and beyond their ability to react, his powerful arms wrapping about Arisa and then his body leaping to the roof of the buildings creating the allyway and hiding up there from their view, but for them it looked as if he had just disappeared so they stood there completely confused and startled.
Carefully dropping her body down, laying it on the cool cement, Spike’s behavior became rather peculiar as the vampire remained knelling beside her after having put her down to recover from the blood loss, his body crouching low and his forehead pressing lightly against her hand, she’d be a little more weaker and unsteady from his feeding since he took a few more mouthfuls then he was meant to. How was Spike going to explain to her that with the unusual blood flowing through her system it meant that like most supernatural creature he feeds off and gains power from, they either have to be killed, or he has to be killed, otherwise there’s a blood bond which will connect them, but he didn’t know Willow also had a bond with her. A jealous streak flashed through the animal’s mind, it was like Arisa was his territory and Willow was invading it, polluting what he owned or trying to take it away from him.
The animalistic nature of Spike’s personality was obviously more dominant since he was acting more like a feline wanting attention then a concerned human wanting to know if she was alright, a soft purring noise replacing the unneeded action of breathing as the tender sound rang up while his golden eyes lazily opened and closed with an almost sleepy appearance, though he was completely alert at the same time, the only hint of this was when his eyes drifted off casually towards any disturbance that caught his ears before dismissively returning to staring at Arisa’s arm and studying the things she had while keeping his face close to her skin. His arm reached over her stomach, the icy palm of his hand pressing lightly against the cold ground on the other side of her body, his body shifting slightly so that his torso was facing her upper body instead of the other way, it was his human, his friend, only his, Willow had no right to take this one from him as well. Spike’s form lowered again, the side of his face resting against Arisa’s stomach, his golden eyes staring ahead towards her face though he couldn’t see it very well. The tips of the fingers on his left were resting on her shoulder while his right one kept the weight of his body which now slouched protectively over her light so it wasn’t uncomfortable for the smaller girl.
He didn’t know that the mental link would work both ways, not only would he feel and sense her pains and feelings, she’d feel it as well from him, the usual link between vampires formed due to the supernatural gifts they had, and with her magically potent blood now, which has effected her body as well, it meant that she had a similar reaction, the mythical magic of her essence and soul keeping a strong link between them like any other he might have sired. Basically it was all so confusing and so unheard of that it would be of little help to ask what exactly had happened, so many different things worked together to form this unique link between two close beings Arisa was now connected with and in turn they partially connected to each other as well.
“…Home?” The mumbled whisper was filled with rather intense confusion and uncertainty, he had to focus, he knew he was no good like this, but at the same time not being human - or pretending to be one anyway – was such a freeing feeling right now and running on instincts wasn’t as painful as having to deal with all the complicated emotions and thoughts humans tended to have. He didn’t want to go back to the Institute, right now he didn’t even really remember it, he barely remembered anything other then faces, distant dark faces that continuously spoke yet he could never understand their constant whispers. When he focused on something then it came back rather easily, all she’d have to do is mention the Institute and he’d remember again, or if he wanted to remember subconsciously, but he didn’t think he was wanted there any more so he didn’t bother to have such hopeful thoughts.
At Night the Moon Calls me, beckoning me Whispering for me to Play amongst its shadows
Posts: 38
(7/17/04 1:22 pm)
Re: Alone in the darkness once more..
Physical euphoria continued to pour through Arisa with unexpected intensity, pleasure that was so powerful it was almost maddening. All other thoughts were chased from her mind, and the feral, animalist side of her took surface. Her posture shifted slowly from one of overwhelmment, to one of simple, potent ecstasy. Her muscles relaxed, yet every few seconds tensed with the pleased shivers that had begun to ripple through the mutant’s body. Her eyes were now more gently closed, lips parted slightly to let her choke in gasps of frigid air, her chest pressing further against him each time she took in the needed air. Her hands loosened their tight, clutching grip slightly, still holding to his shoulder and back, but now grasping firmly rather than clawing at him, making sure she did not let her figure fall away from his. A quiet purr struck up in her chest, growing in volume till the deep sound seemed fit to come from a large tiger rather than a 15 year old girl. She could tell Spike was making the same tender sound, and it only urged on her own affectionate, blissful purr. She could feel the air bleat out onto her neck from his blood-stained lips. Soft, warm breath for her cold, bloody skin…
To say she was enjoying this; the bite, the closeness, the loss of all control…was an enormous understatement.
More of the thick crimson rushed to her puncture wound, the sound of her racing pulse beating even more loudly in her head. She felt his figure tense up, another shiver of anticipation running through her. His fangs sliced down into her more roughly, trying to force more of her red life to his eager lips. The pressure increased again, and her grip on him tightened slightly, the shivers webbing through her intensifying, before slowly relaxing again.
She was trying to breath, but all she was managing were short, gasp-like chokes of air. She had been untouched by physical pleasure like this, though being close to Arlen had seemed to cause much the same ecstasy, but this was different…more powerful, more potent. The few times she had shared a kiss with her merman gave her a powerful adrenaline rush, she was so unaccustomed to things like that, physical things between people, but this was not just a rush, it was so much more intoxicating than that.
Suddenly she felt his fangs pull free of her neck, her form cringing slightly as they left her flesh painfully. But he was still close, his arms still holding her against him, his breath still on her neck. She was still safe, still in his keep…
His body moved forward, forcing hers back. A foreign submissiveness crept over her, her form backing obediently as his figure pressed hers. Again his fangs bit demandingly into her, another wave of his bite’s chemicals flooding her; the chemicals from the last bite still strong in her system. Her entire form had ran rigid as he bit down into her again, slicing through the tender flesh as it began to heal. Her hands began to shake as their grasp became again a desperate cling, sensual shivers no longer just rippling through her, now racking her figure. The few deep breaths of air she had taken when he released her now slid from her lips in a quiet, purring moan.
Her eyes had pressed closed tightly when he had bitten down again, but they began relax along with the rest of her form, her body sinking back more limply into his strong embrace. Had it not been for the intense chemicals she might have lost consciousness by now; she had seemingly forgotten how to breathe properly, and had lost more blood than three people could stand to loose and still live. But it didn’t matter to her, she didn’t seem to realize that if this kept up much longer she might not live. The young feral let out another small, breathless moan, the last of her air slipping out from her lips in a silent beg not to release her.
Slowly she felt Spike cease his feeding, motionless, his warm, moist lips still lingering against her skin, arms still holding her closely against him. Her oxygen-starved body forced her to choke in a short breath, her chest again noticeably pressing up against him further, an appreciative shiver moving through her.
Suddenly his fangs jerked back painfully from her wounds, his protective figure sliding back from her. Her figure limply collapsed to the cold ground as her means of support pulled back, crumpling weakly to her knees and sprawling out onto the cement. Both her tail and arms moved torpidly to curl around her own waist for security, her legs slowly pulling up against her torso to block her from the chill air. Her eyes opened partially for a moment, met by the sight of blood streaming down her neck and arm, before letting her jade eyes slide closed again in exhaust.
She could hear someone talking in the distance…but the voice was unfamiliar. Was it talking to her? She didn’t know… Her chest rose and fell quickly in a pant, remembering how to breath now that the vampire had moved away from her. The loss
of blood should have been painful, but the bite’s chemicals still held strong in her system, only beginning to disperse slowly. The feeling of exhilaration probably wouldn’t completely leave her for at least and hour, and all she could feel from the damage done to her was a very, very soft burning sensation on her neck and the least of steady aches through her veins. The pain seemed so faint in comparison, her focus remained on the lingering, powerful pleasure.
A muffled sound of surprise left her as the same arms closed in around her, a jerking movement tugging her downwards as Spike leapt with her in grasp to the rooftops, moving to fast for her to realize what was going on. Her eyes flickered open momentarily, only enough to capture the image of Spike’s face as the motion stopped, eyes sliding weakly closed again as she was laid carefully on the cool cement, unable to remain open. Her tail lay trapped partially underneath her, without the strength to free itself, bare arms lying still at her sides. Blood slid down her neck to stain the cement under her, only a few drops tainting the gray of the cool surface before the small wounds stopped bleeding. The skin closed up, but just like when Willow had bit her, two small, darkly colored marks remained where Spike’s fangs had pierced. The scars would never heal, and would let other vampires see quite clearly that Arisa was claimed properly.
She felt so tired, so very weak…yet all the while still intoxicated and thrilled. Her sense of unfounded wellbeing only increased Spike’s forehead press against her hand, the weakest of purrs striking up in her throat at the affection, though her eyes lacked the strength to open. She knew it was him regardless, and his own soft, familiar purr stuck up louder than her own. She felt movement over her as he reached one hand over to the other side of her, his body shifting so her torso was facing his upper body. Her weak purr strengthened slightly as she felt his body slouch down closely over hers, his face resting softly against her stomach and his fingers gently touching her shoulder.
He was positioned over her protectively, defensively, she was his property and no one else’s…she had always been fiercely independent, always dead set on being her own master…yet she felt so very contrasting now.
Slowly she forced her eyes to open, jade gaze taking a moment to focus. She could feel the vampire’s head on her stomach, but couldn’t see it much over her chest at the angle she was at. She shifted her gaze slowly to her shoulder where his fingers rested, a few strands of hair obscuring her vision slightly. Her pulse was growing stronger and steadier, she could hear and feel it. She was exhausted, but for the most part healed.
She didn’t feel nearly as weak as she had when he first laid her down, but it still took her much more effort than usual to lift her arm from beside her, and move it to lean partially on her waist, her cold fingertips resting against his cheek. Her hand moved up slowly to his hair, running her fingers through it repetitively it in a petting motion, the purr in her throat only strengthening as she began to wake up more fully.
“…Home?”
The word echoed rather meaninglessly in her mind at first, her tail slipping out from under her to touch gently to Spike’s arm. Home…what was home? She struggled to remember through the distractions of both the vampire’s closeness and the lingering chemicals, most of her mind reverted back to the animalistic half of her just as Spike’s had. Home was…safety. Her hand continued to stroke affectionately over the vampire’s soft hair. She doubted ever feeling safer than she felt with him draped over her so protectively.
..Unlock your heart, drop your guard.. you can't reject the whole world..
My love will be in you
If you’ll be the one to
Cut me, I’ll bleed forever
Posts: 624
(7/18/04 1:32 pm)
Re: Alone in the darkness once more..
There was a tender purring between the silent breaths of the vampire as the girls fingers trailed about his warmless skin, the creature making sure not to pull away from her reach while he recieved her attention. The taste was still lingering in his mouth, her blood.. so delicious, it would end up being more difficult for Spike to cope without her if she leaves since he'll be stuck in a hotel with only pigs blood. Before he had barely been able to stomach the revolting taste his body was stubbornly rejecting, now he'd not be able to stand it at all.
The unexpected feel of her tail caused his eyes to cautiously look over towards the the blue lashing whip that Arisa possessed. His eyes slowly closing again however as he sank back into simply enjoying the tender affection of the blue hued fingers that stroked through his hair.. Dru used to stroke him, he liked being petted.. he never would admitt it but he could curl up to the affectionate touches and be hopelessly lost until they stopped or something else forced him to leave unwillingly.
It hardly seemed fair, that there wasn't a more comfortable place to do this, the animalistic sensations were flooding him, threatening to trigger the feral forms he now possessed. Minutes passed though, Spike's eyes closed and seeming lost in the moment like a child having dozed off in one of its parents arms on laps.
There was a sudden tension forming within Spike's form, his fingers slipping off her shoulder as his hands balled into fight fists. All the woundes were already fading, mostly disappeared save for the faint remains of the more serious ones that would be gone within the next ten or so minutes. A moment later however, Spike's entire form seemed to incinerate, the swirling ash seeming to instantly form another figure over her moments later as it reformed in the newest creature that vampire can now - mostly unwillingly at the moment - shift into. Unlike the other animals however, Spike can alter the wolf's coat, having it white or black.
The creature remained with its chest over her stomach and as it's bright blue eyes opened to awkwardly shift his front legs about, both on either side of her body. The black paw lift and moved away from her stomach to rest beside her body, disorientated, insane, and relying on instincts until his mind settled further, Spike barely even registered the change. He still did have a very human attitude, in the sense he wouldn't know exactly the body languages of the beasts he took form of, his his own demonicly inclined feral abilities.
There was a scent on the air, one that didn't interest him, he had fed, but had Arisa eaten? There was a sudden look of life in the creature who was shifting his body weight about anxiously the desire to hunt running strongly in his mind until he knew that Arisa was well fed and alright. With his ears up in alert while he listened carefully and then lowering as his muzzle dropped to Arisa's hand and rathe excitedly began licking the fingers of the girl for no real reason other then being affectionate.
He wouldn't need to tell her anything, or try to have her guess what he wants, unlike others, he has a connection with her, she'd sense his thoughts even if she didn't hear them as clearly as if he had spoken, she'd have a feeling, a knowledge of what he was thinking, sensing what he wanted, needed.. felt - even in his animal forms.
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