Last Stop, Harmony Church
Tasha had to slow down the bike a fair bit away from the church for the bike to stop without causing them to go flying off it. It felt rather strange slowing down the bike instead of just jumping off it and letting it stop in a sort of natural manor. As Tasha drove the bike onto the church’s grounds she parked it beside the old building. There may only be a little bit of shade there, but, hey, it beat the full sun.
As Tasha brought the bike to a stop, she kicked the little stand down so the bike would stand by itself, once Spike and her hopped off. She was partly proud of herself, not a scratch on the bike as of yet, so that’d save spending time having a ‘Slayer-to-Slayer’ chat with Rogue.
Tasha: "Welcome to the lovely Harmony Church!"
She said rather sarcastically with a slight grin, as she dismounted the bike as she got out of Spike’s grip. Since she hadn’t been there for a little while the Slayer allowed her eyes to study the building, still having no question nagging her to be asked. Sometimes you just didn’t need to know all the facts; what, where and why… Tasha sometimes wondered why some people were so snoopy.
It was a hasty walk towards the church, his hand twisting the handle and opening the door, the bakc of his hand quickly wiping away the moisture from his eyes. He was blinded by the light, now both his palms rubbing his eyes as he moved deeper into the church. The coloured glass in the windows caused a rainbow effect inside, but it also dimmed the brightness. There was a large cross that was displayed at the end of the isle Spike didn't even need to look at it, he knew it was there, the whole place looked exactly like the church he used to hide in during the times he was hiding from Dru and Angelus.
The vampire turned his back to the cross that was just a little bit taller then him, sitting down and letting his back rest against the gray marbal pillow the cross sat on. Spike stared down at the black shirt he wore, the bullet hole in his chest soon catching his attention once again as he remembered he still had a stray bullet inside his chest.. meh.. he'll remove it later.. the blood had dried so he wasn't keen on doing anything to worsen the wound just yet. He pulled his knees up to his chest just so he could rest his head down on them, it felt so nice -not- to be burning from sunlight. His hands reached for his head and they just held it for a moment before he leaned back and rested against the pillow, his hands dropping neatly into his lap as he stared ahead towards the Slayer.
After a moment, his hazel blue eyes dropped down to the ground just in front of her feet, his hand hurt from where Thompson had tried to attack him wiht that cross and Spike had grabbed it off him.. burning his hand in the process. Now he was here he wasn't sure what to do.. wait to see if Loki finds him, or wait for the sunlight to go and go out to find him?
"I can't go back to the school.." The fingers of his right hand scratched lightly at the right side of his bleached blonde head. He looked over towards the bright coloured windows, squinting slightly as his hand returned to rest in his lap, he wasn't sure how to say he was now a killer again..
"..They removed my implant." His eyes scanned across the ceiling for a moment in an attempt to just avoid the Slayer's eyes and then drifted downwards towards the floor right in front of him.
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Tasha followed after Spike as he quickly made his way into he church, though her strides were long she had no need to rush inside. Slayers didn’t have the sun troubles that vampires did. Once inside her eyes scanned the inside of the abandoned church, the cross, the stained glass windows that created coloured lights inside, the long isles where people used to sit Sunday mornings… it was still all the same as it was before.
"I can't go back to the school.." As she heard the deeper voice of Spike her eyes looked away from the isle beside her and towards the vampire. Tasha had no intentions of forcing him to go back to the school, she wasn’t even that sure if he lived there.
"..They removed my implant." The Spike who had lived in this world had an implant, it stopped him from harming innocent people, it was what made him realise that he had been doing the wrong sort of things, but she had a feeling if it was taken away he might have gone back to his old ways even though he did have a soul. And now the Initiative had removed this Spike’s chip, would he go back to his old ways? He didn’t seem as if he would, well not at this moment anyway.
Making her way down the isle, so the two didn’t have to talk virtually across the church she wondered what would happen if the killer returned, back to cause trouble and chaos. Would she have to slay him and if she did would it be by the wooden stake in her back pocket? She tried not to let herself think about the answer as she made it to the end of the isle and took a seat on one of the wooden rows.
Tasha: "You think the instincts will kick in again?"
Although she asked she didn’t really want to know the answer. If he said yes and she was the one who caught him taking a sip from the neck of someone innocent… It would be just like killing a friend. Tasha didn’t really have many friends, she used to like back in high school, there she was quite popular but things changed once she became a Slayer, she mainly let herself grow apart from them so they wouldn’t get hurt. She was so sure that her closest friends would have tried to help in some way if they found out about what really happens on the streets of Harmony at night. The people she did know, and didn’t want to kill, were mainly allies, for some reason Tasha shrugged off any form of friendship thrown at her.
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The Slayer walked towards him, he could feel the thoughts flowing through her head, everything felt so awkward suddenly, but the closer she got the more uncomfortable he grew. After all, he may be strong, but Slayers always had this advantage over vampires.. he may have killed two Slayers in his past but.. alright and the last one in New York was very easy, he only played around with her until he effortlessly broke her neck..
If he became a killer again, would he go after Tasha? There'd be no chance he'd defeat her AND Jenn, he would die, he wasn't stupid.. But that wouldn't stop him from trying.. would it? When she sat down, his arms folded over his knees that drew closer to his chest, Tasha wasn't going to hurt him.. especially not like how Joan had done.. so why was he suddenly very nervous about her being so close to him?
"You think the instincts will kick in again?" The fingers of his right hand began rubbing his eyes for a moment, then he let his head rest back against the pillar, turning it away from her and looking off towards the wall. He's already knocked out Nick, fought his way out of the halls when he was separated from Cat and Riley..
"I don'know.. I don'know why they took it away, they put the bleedin' thing in there in the bloody first place.." He sounded very upset, soon struggling to his feet and beginning to pace back and forth in front of the cross. He thought nervously of the high-ranking demon that had easily over powered him back in the cells.
"He wanted me for some reason, but he wanted you and Jenn, he said that I had to tell where the Slayers where, but I didn't.. and Cat didn't say either.." He placed his fingers over his lips as he looked away from her, but then his gaze moved over towards the floor in front of where she sat. Soon he moved over towards her, knelling down and sitting quietly for a moment before he sighed, looking up at her as if she was the only thing standing between here and the next step he was about to take.
"I realized for the first time.. las' night, that I don't wonna die, I don't think I ever have.. I think I want to live.." His eyes wondered off down the isle towards the door where they had entered before, his hands resting on his thighs as he spoke.
"I was only what.. 23.. 25..24..26? No That was..24..23.. round’s about that when she killed me, an' I wasn't exactly the most lively person 'round.." He frowned as he stared down at his knees, he wasn't popular, it's probably why he enjoyed becoming a vampire at first, he's never had so much respect, fear, power, he never had any of that. His right hand rested over his wound, slowly.. almost guiltily as if he wanted something that he thought he didn't have a right to have..
"Almost fifteen hundred years Slayers.. an' I haven't lived a single day.. I want to live, love, fight, play, laugh, that'd be a bloody change.. I want to be happy Slayer, I want to be real, and I want to be known, I want to be wanted in this world.." His eyes dropped away from hers once again, his hand shifting from his chest up to his other shoulder, just resting across his wound as if to hide it from her subconsciously.
"I want to go to Africa.. only the Initiative is after me an' I don't know if I can make it there.. an' if they get me I'm afraid o'what they'll do.. but I don't want to die yet, so I want to try and get to the challenges, but if I get caught again', what if they make me hurt again.. hurt others.. there had to be a reason they removed the chip right?" He shifted position, sitting next to her, a hand space distance between them so he wasn't too close. He stared over towards the cross and then down at his hands as they rested on his lap once again.
"I'm insane.. the world doesn't really need somethin' like me.. is it worth the risk of gettin' caught jus' for me to get a soul? I'm not sure.. I think I need it incase I.. I don'ever wonna be like how I was.." He was so confused, if he went there, he might get caught, but if he didn't go, then he might turn into a killer anyway, it was like a lose-lose-lose situation, what if he got the soul and nothing happened? What if he got there and he failed the challenges, what if he stayed and turned evil, or got caught anyway.. He still wanted to try and go to Africa.. but what if leaving this church alive.. so to speak.. meant the possible death of hundreds of people if he became a murderer again?
Re: Last Stop, Harmony Church"I don'know.. I don'know why they took it away, they put the bleedin' thing in there in the bloody first place.." She didn’t need to hear the tone in his voice to know that he was upset with the whole implant thing. She knew the other Spike had questioned why they had put it in, and with this Spike having his taken out, it wasn’t hard to tell what he’d be feeling like.
"He wanted me for some reason, but he wanted you and Jenn, he said that I had to tell where the Slayers where, but I didn't.. and Cat didn't say either.." A faint smile showed up on the Slayer’s lips, although she wasn’t sure on who ‘he’ was Tasha was glad that her and Rogue’s whereabouts weren’t given away, by both Spike and Cat, who she assumed was one of Rogue friends. Watching as Spike moved over towards her, knelling down, she couldn't help but make her feel as if she was... in the way, blocking something...
"I realized for the first time.. las' night, that I don't wonna die, I don't think I ever have.. I think I want to live.." That was a good thing, if he kept thinking like his instincts wouldn’t return. Spike would stay the way he was, well maybe get a little cheerier... right?
"I was only what.. 23.. 25..24..26? No That was..24..23.. round’s about that when she killed me, an' I wasn't exactly the most lively person 'round.." She saw the wound, did it hurt him? Well, of course it must have, just because vampires were dead didn’t mean they couldn’t feel pain. But she mainly wondered if Spike was still in pain now, at this very moment.
"Almost fifteen hundred years Slayers.. an' I haven't lived a single day.. I want to live, love, fight, play, laugh, that'd be a bloody change.. I want to be happy Slayer, I want to be real, and I want to be known, I want to be wanted in this world.." With his hand rested over the wound she took her eyes off it and raised them up to his face. She was a little surprised, though she didn’t show it, that he could just open up like that, she’d never really had someone say stuff like he did, ever. Maybe no one had trusted her with it, or she just didn’t pay attention if someone had. She felt… respected.
"I want to go to Africa.. only the Initiative is after me an' I don't know if I can make it there.. an' if they get me I'm afraid o'what they'll do.. but I don't want to die yet, so I want to try and get to the challenges, but if I get caught again', what if they make me hurt again.. hurt others.. there had to be a reason they removed the chip right?" Maybe the last question was one that may never be answered, one of the world mysteries that only few knew the answer of. Tasha could tell that Spike really didn’t want to return to the Initiative, well there were the obvious reasons, but there was worry she could feel it. He didn’t want to hurt people again. She watched as he moved and sat next to her, her eyes following his gaze towards the cross, but back to him again as he began to speak once more.
"I'm insane.. the world doesn't really need somethin' like me.. is it worth the risk of gettin' caught jus' for me to get a soul? I'm not sure.. I think I need it incase I.. I don'ever wonna be like how I was.." There was doubt, one thing Tasha didn’t really like to show if she ever had it in her. Why was he doubting over getting a soul? So what if there were people out there to stop him, a chance he could fail the challenges set out ahead of him… didn’t everyone prefer life with the odds against them, or was it just as Slayer thing?
Maybe… maybe she could go with him, she’d never been to Africa before and remembered back when she was around six-seven when she watched a documentary of the big country with her father. The agreed that they’d go there once she was older. Tasha was older now… if she did go with Spike she should probably buy him a souvenir. The look on his face would be priceless. His ‘mutant’ daughter went to Africa with a vampire, he’d probably be ashamed that she did it. If only he knew that she was more than any mutant... she was a Slayer...
Tasha: "If your worried about finding trouble in Africa… I could come with ya, you know, just in case."
Although she was giving the vampire beside her an option, it was obvious that she would probably follow Spike there anyway. It’s not as if this part of the would suffer, Tasha was sure Rogue could handle any trouble, demonic or other, by herself and if she needed extra help she knew some of the mutants, they’d help her.
Tasha: "No one here would suffer, Rogue can handle things. Besides, I wanna meet some African vampires!"
She finished giving a small smirk as she look straight ahead of her, her eyes not really focusing on anything in particular as she wondered if the vampire in Africa were different to the ones here or not. The way she spoke showed that she didn’t mind going if the trip to Africa went ahead, it’s not as if the Watcher’s Council would mind. They had their favourite Slayer back, and still showed Tasha the same amount of respect they always showed her, hardly any. She remembered that she still had one of the Watcher’s cars parked outside Xavier’s Institute, she’d have to return it... one day.
Re: Last Stop, Harmony Church"If your worried about finding trouble in Africa… I could come with ya, you know, just in case." It wasn't about him getting into trouble that he was worried about, Spike had a natural ability to find trouble no matter what.. it was just he didn't want trouble to find him. He didn't want to be used by the initiative, for what ever reasons, they could take away Riley's memories, what if they did the same to him? They could tell him anything and he'd believe them, just like Riley had.. he could be sent against his friends and he'd never know. ..His friends.. he never thought of the people he knew as friends, it felt strange, to think of people as that, was he allowed to have friends?
Wait a minute.. didn't the Slayer just say she'd go to Africa with him!? The bright blue hazel eyes stared at her in disbelief for a moment, he must have misheard, he must have imagined it.. there was no way..
"No one here would suffer, Rogue can handle things. Besides, I wanna meet some African vampires!" A smirk came across her lips, he was still not believing this, his eyes dropping down and staring blankly at her lips as she smiled. He quickly looked away, staring hard at the cross for a moment before looking back at her still rather speechless. She was serious? She wanted to go to Africa with him? His head tilted to the side slightly as he leaned forward.. as if waiting for a 'but' to come along, a reason, something he had to do for her.. He sat up straighter and blinked as he looked back towards the coloured glass windows, he had ASKED Jennifer for help and her group turned him down.. he didn't ask Tasha.. and yet she was still offering her help.
He suddenly pictured a group himself sitting in his old crypt watching his TV, there was an ad, or a documentrey, or something that he caught a glimpse of, a group of african men jumping on some mats in a red sandy dessert. They could jump very high, and where also very skinny, he suddenly pictured them with vampire features. He wondered what they'd do if they met the Slayer.. bounce away? Spike grinned slightly at the thought of them screaming in a panic and hopping away from Tasha.
"Doubt they'd acctually really know what they'd be up against, last two Slayers where'ere in Harmony, one before you lot was in New York, one before'at was in China an'.." He trailed off slightly, he always had a habit of perhaps going into too much details about Slayers, but it felt strange when he was doing it -infront- of a Slayer. He didn't mean to.. but when you're obsessed with something it was hard not to go into detail about it.. Spike could, by name, age, country, and hair colour go back through every single Slayer that's been alive during his existance.
"...Thank you." In truth, he was still in shock.. speechless, dumbfounded, worried she expected something from him.. but what? Mabye she just wanted to make sure the initiative didn't get a hold of him.. that had to be it..
"..When did you want to leave then?" It was suddenly very different this trip, the Slayer was in charge now wasn't she? He always felt himself as being beneath that of A Slayer.. of almost any humans or mutants.
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While there was that short amount of silence between the two, Tasha wondered wether or not he was going to accept the offer. But the Slayer had made up her mind anyway, Spike’s choice wasn’t really going to have much of an effect on what she was going to do. Though, if he really didn’t want her to follow, she’d respect the vampire’s wishes and let him be.
"Doubt they'd acctually really know what they'd be up against, last two Slayers where'ere in Harmony, one before you lot was in New York, one before'at was in China an'.." It was clear that someone knew their Slayers! Tasha knew a little about the ones before her, but had a feeling that Spike might actually know more about them, but then again he had lived… in a way, longer than her. With Slayers as his mortal enemy he’d probably know a fair bit about them. Probably just something that most older vampires had a good knowledge of.
"...Thank you." She returned it with a warm smile, it wasn’t because he had thanked her. That had happened heaps of times before, especially from those who she had saved from having their blood drained from their bodies. It was because she was going to Africa, she didn’t have to follow after like some tag-along, which would be hard if she wanted to do it in secret since vampires had that ability to sense the Slayer powers.
"..When did you want to leave then?" Tasha give a bit of a startled look, she had a say when they left? Well she did like to be in charge of things, but this was Spike journey, it was his soul that brought along the whole task. She was merely there for help, for if trouble came looking for Spike. But, if she could have that chance to be in charge…
Tasha: "Well, this is mainly your thing. I say, we leave when the time best suits you."
At least this way it felt like no one was really in charge, well that’s the way how Tasha felt it anyway. She was ready to leave the moment Spike wanted, it’s not as if she needed to pack anything. She had spent a few months with a bunch of demons with no notice. If she survived that she would surely live through some time in Africa. That was another reason why she had to ‘drift away’ from her friends, a few were way too involved with their looks and wouldn’t have survived a night with those demons if they couldn’t get changed into other clothes at lest twice during the night.
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The Slayer seemed to think over his question, it made perfect sense, she was the Slayer, just like Jen, and just like what Jen had once said, a Slayer always leads the way.
"Well, this is mainly your thing. I say, we leave when the time best suits you." He stared over towards her again, what did she mean his thing, she was the.. he was just a.. Spike blinked slightly confused but then stared over towards the cross. Did she even know he's hunted and killed two Slayers in his past, well he assumed she did since she knew about this worlds Spike.
With a cough, his hand once again covered his wound, he didn't feel as if he should be someone who gives a Slayer an order, but perhaps if thye just both gave suggestions during the trip it'd be better.. Spike stood up, moving over towards the cross, peeling the shirt off his bruised and scarred back and drapping it on of the arms of the cross so he could focus on his bullet wound. His finger nails dug gently into the wound, the bullet wasn't deep at all, but that didn't mean it wasn't painful. Though he was used to much worse so the only expression on his face, which since he was not only obscured by the cross, but also had his back to the Slayer, so she wouldn't have really noticed. When he pulled the silver bullet from his flesh, groaned softly as he shut his eyes, his fist tightly clenching the bullet that Joan had shot into him.
There just didn't seem a way for him to be redeemed, in his opinion, even if he passed the challenges, after everything he's done he didn't deserve the soul, he didn't deserve to live, he caused so much death he didn't deserve a life. But he wanted it.. and a Slayer was about to help him get it.. doesn't that mean that he was doing something right? His attention snapped up towards the ceiling as a flutter of wings caught his sensitive hearing, the sound of a bird moving across the roof. He was very worried with the initiative after him, he really wasn't keen on the thought of them turning him back into a monster. And his skin was really hurting from all the sunlight touching it, felt as if he had some form of carpet burn, was worse when he moved.. Opening his fist, he reluctently allowed the bullet to fall to the ground, cluttering along for a moment before remaining still and silent.
"The longer I stay'ere the longer they have to recapture me.. sooner we go the better off we are." He managed to mumble as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, tugging it down and then clamping his hand over the wound determined to stop the fresh flow of blood that trickled slowly from the damaged flesh. He pressed his lips tightly together for a moment, it really hurt to breath in this state so he decided against his and hoped the Slayer didn't notice or if she did, didn't get uncomfortable by it as some of the other humans have. It just reminded them that he was dead, really dead, and so very different to all of them, even Jen got all narky with him when she had to get blood for him to feed on, honestly, didn't she do that sort of stuff for Angel?
"Ready t'go now if you are." The instant he said that he wondered how the untouchable mutant, Rogue, would react to him leaving without telling them, and then he wondered where Loki was.. Well.. if Spike was threatened to be banished to one of the hell dimensions, then he'd be damn sure to find the guy that couldn't stop that from happening. If Loki neded him to get a soul, then Loki would try and find him, and the fallen Angel knew that Spike was heading towards Africa, so chances where they'd meet up with him.
Spike was in no way looking forward to the sunny trip, but the sun should set within an hour or two so they should be alright then. He wondered what it'd be like... to travel with a Slayer, he was slowly realizing he was really looking forward to the travel as much as he was looking forward to getting the soul.
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Watching as Spike made his way back over to the cross Tasha wondered if the vampire was having second thoughts. He would, he couldn’t, he had to get his soul. Okay, maybe Tasha was a little too determined for Spike to get his soul, but she was always a determined girl. As he pulled out the bullet Tasha looked around the church, though as she heard the slight groan she looked back. She couldn’t see what he was up to since his back was faced towards her, before she could come to some sort of a conclusion she looked up to the ceiling at the fluttering sound that was up there, reaction from the way Spike titled his head up. She had developed some sort of a reaction from other peoples fast movements, mainly it occurred when she was out on patrol at night. Hearing the bullet clacker on the floor the Slayer’s head lowered, looking back to the vampires back.
"The longer I stay'ere the longer they have to recapture me.. sooner we go the better off we are."[ The statement was true, the Initiative might even be planning something new now or homing in on the vampire right now while they took shelter in the church.
"Ready t'go now if you are." Tasha looked towards the windows again, the bright coloured light was still coming through, she knew it wasn’t too long until sunset, but the sun was still up now. But if Spike wanted to leave now, she was ready, the only item she needed to take with her was a stake, which she had safely placed in her back pocket.
Tasha: "It’s a good thing the bike has more than enough petrol in it then."
She looked back towards Spike as she spoke, also recalling the petrol meter on the bike. There was probably a couple of litres more than they needed to get to the airport, so Tasha may not even need to fill it up before she has to return it to Rogue. Standing up form the wooden bench and began making her way down the isle towards the large wooden doors they had both entered through a short time ago.
There was no need for her to tell Spike to follow, he was more than old enough o look after himself. Approaching the motor bike she mounted it by flicking her left leg across to the other side of the bike, then she flicked the keys. She’d left them in there since she turned the bike off before, well it’s not as if too many come to this place anymore, so who would steal it?
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When he reached the door, Spike hesitated, turning around slowly and staring back at the cross, this place was the only place he was ever able to get away from Dru and Angelus. It's not that they didn't know he was here, neither wanted to come here, so he was able to get some time alone, and if it wasn't for the Slayer or Willow he might have lingered within the sanctuary of the church all the time. He moved out into the light, cringing painfully for a moment as his hand covered his eyes to stop the pain of the bright light as best he could from hitting his face. He slipped onto the back of the bike once again, his eyes remained tightly shut as his arms slithered around her waist to help support his balance and safety on the bike. Hoping desperately the Slayer wouldn't notice the slight shivers running through his body from the pain of the light, his jaw was firmly clenched from the pain.
Once they left the familiar church and entered the streets of Harmony, Spike's eyes drifted opened and soaked up the blur of buildings and people. Back home in Lost Angels they would have just past the human Slave pens, now it was a large library. Soon they drifted out of the streets of Harmony all together, the light dimming away, Spike's body cooling down from the heat it had absorbed from the sunlight. He was glade when the light had faded and they had entered the highway, because he wasn't hurting and the bonus of knowing they where nearing the airport.
Spike had begun humming a while ago, he was very anxious and also rather jittery, his eyes glancing around for any signs of the initiative. He really liked this, the roads where empty, no bodies held up on crosses as a warning from Angelus or other demonic high Lords in power. The longer he spent with the Slayer the more relaxed he grew, she was losing her 'Slayer' title and slowly become a human person that had an actual name, Tasha. But he was still edgy calling her by her name, he just thought of her by name, he still called her 'Slayer' out loud, but he was getting braver the longer he spent with her. His thoughts had trailed over towards Angelus and then to his former self, then he thought of everyone who has been anyone in his life. He wasn't too keen on the trail of thoughts he had fallen on, slowly his humming was turning into soft whispers.
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes..
His whisper dropped even lower as he added softly..
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
His whisper returned to its slightly louder yet still low as he continued, dropping his voice for whenever the back ups of the song where singing the words.
Every step I take is another mistake to you
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
A large track came humming loudly up beside them when it entered the highway, Spike's sensitive ears not at all enjoying the noise, his voice raising slightly to battle the truck as he tried to bury his face in Tasha's back.
I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired so much more aware
I’ve becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
It wasn't too long until the bike had over taken the truck and soon they where ahead of it and Spike's voice returned to a more softer whisper so he didn't annoy the Slayer, partly hoping she was too busy driving and the wind in her ears where drowning out his words. But he always sang when he was nervous or frightened or upset or anything.. he was a very singy person.
Can’t you see that you’re smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
There was a turn around a car that pulled out from one of the side roads very hastily, causing Spike to stop and glare over towards the man who had cut off Tasha. He growled at the nerve of the man cutting off a Slayer, but shut his eyes rested his forehead against Tasha's back and continued on with the old song sang by a band over 20 years ago. Spike didn't know any recent songs because music wasn't popular back in LA in the past 7 years since the darkness swept the world.
I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired so much more aware
I’ve becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
His voice rose slightly as his eyes drifted over towards the distant city, the twinkling lights catching his attention, he liked this, it was like there was nothing wrong at all. They where just two people on a bike going on a holiday, he liked that thought.. just two normal people going on a holiday. He could never take his mother on a holiday.. she always wanted to leave that house, he could tell, but she was always so sick and there was nothing he could do.. and look what happened when he tried to help her.. look what he had done to her.. he turned her into a monster..
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you
His voice took on his normal level of sound, not at all bothering to keep it at a whisper any more, the winds where very loud for him as they whipped about and he had to tuck his head under the tiny lashing whips that where Tasha's many, many long strands of soft brown hair.. you wouldn't think they're soft when they slap into your face..
I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired so much more aware
I’ve becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
He repeated the last verse once more before trailing off, already bored and hopping onto another hum which very quickly turned into another song which he sang. He always liked this song, it reminded him of.. of him.. and the others, all the others, all the ones he ever cared about and that always hurt him all the same.
Well I been watchin’
While you been coughin
I’ve been drinking life
While you been nauseous
And so I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I got just one thing
That I can offer
He always got slightly sad when he sang this, because he always remembered the pain he's been through, but at the same time he still liked this song.. any song he could relate to.. he liked it.
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea
The Slayer hadn't once complained and he was slowly getting more confident, plus he was enjoying himself, Angelus always hated it when Spike enjoyed music, the bringer of eternal darkness having destroyed Spike's guitar once (the ultimate evil in Spike's opinion).
Well I’m not a martyr
I’m not a prophet
And I won’t preach to you
But here's a caution
You better understand
That I won’t hold your hand
But if it helps you mend
Then I won’t stop it
The vampire's fingers laced between each other over Tasha's stomach as he leaned back slightly just out of reach of the deadly lashes of her hair. He liked the wind, it's been so long since he's been on a bike, Dru hated his motorbike, and then she crashed his car.. honestly.. he had no luck. Staring up at the tiny dots of stars that twinkled above them as they sped towards the airport, continuing on with his song.
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea
It's been a while since someone he didn’t know beat him, Belthazor really was keen to find the location of the Slayers.. Didn't he realize Spike's far too used to pain to give in after a few kicks.. very strong and power kicks plus a few punches.. but Angelus has done worse.. far worse.
Go if you want
And I’ll see you in the bottom
Where you crawl
On my skin
And put the blame on me
So you don’t feel a thing
Really.. if he thought that someone he loved was in pain and the only way they'd get it out of the system was to beat him black and blue.. then he would let them do it.. But that's just who he was.. how he has lived.. He wasn't sure if there was another way, he's never seen it, when Dru was angry she'd beat him, when Angelus was upset Spike would defiantly be spending time in the torture chambers and if Jennifer was in a bad mood you could bet the Slayer would use any excuse to fight him if she found him.
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea
What would Tasha do? ..If she was really mad with him.. if he did something she didn't like, if he annoyed her some how.. would she do what they do and hurt him? He couldn't imagine what else she'd do, he didn't want to think of her as being like that.. it seemed wrong, it seemed beneath her.. even if she was the Slayer. He didn't like the idea of her having something in common with Angelus or Dru, he leaned forward again, resting his head down into her back. If she got upset with him, would she just hurt him and then leave him.. leave him on the side of the road or in another strange country in an alien world. No one else really knew where he was going other then Loki, he was sure Cat and Rogue would figure he's gone to grab his soul.. but would they know where? Would they even care.. Tasha turned off into the road that lead right up towards the airport, Spike already whispering another song..
(when this began)
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I’m not the only person with these things in mind
(inside of me)
But all that they can see the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel
(nothing to lose)
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
His arms wrapped more securely around her waist now that he had leaned back in, he didn't like the thought she'd leave him somewhere, who would go and get him, how would he get back?
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve felt so long
(erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
He's voice seemed to raise slightly, it had been so long since he's been allowed to sing and it seemed there was so many songs he missed so much and he wanted to sing all of them. How could people live without music, he never understood, it was such a great way to relax, you could really relate to some of the songs that you can sing along to..
And I’ve got nothing to say
I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face
(I was confused)
Looking everywhere only to find
That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
(so what am I)
What do I have but negativity
’cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me
(nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
He loved the chorus of this song, because it was something that he really wanted to happen with himself, he wanted to heal, both his mind and his body. And he wanted to feel something, something inside of him, he wanted his soul to help him feel everything.. everything that he thinks he feels now, but he knew he didn't feel it like a human did.. he just felt an echo of the emotions..
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve felt so long
(erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
And of course Spike had a lot of pain, not just pain that’s been given to him, what he's suffered, but also everything he's lost, his family, his life, his loves.. they are all gone.. and it hurt to be alone.. He's always wanted to belong somewhere.. to be with someone, and how can he ever find that? He was a vampire... where does a vampire that doesn't enjoy the things that come natural to them really belong? He's an outcast.. pure and simple.. can he ever really belong anywhere?
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I’ll find myself today
He grinned slightly, coz that's what they where doing wasn't it, they where finding his soul today, they wouldn't get it now.. but they had began their journey..
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve felt so long
(erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
He completely forgot about the pain in his chest, and it still didn't occur to him that he was hurting, he knew they where approaching the airport any minute now and he was busy just humming and whispering the final part of the song.
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong
Re: Last Stop, Harmony Church
Although Tasha was keeping her main focus on the road, so she could avoid all obstacles that might try and delay the two to the airport, she couldn’t help but notice Spike singing some tunes. She didn't really hear the soft whispers, and if she did she may have thought that Spike might have been muttering something to himself and kept out of it.
As Spike changed songs, Tasha recognised the words. It may have been an old song but it didn’t mean that the Slayer couldn’t like it. Sometimes it seemed that the only decent songs around were the older ones with all this new pop and rap music, which she really didn’t like.
Turning the bike onto the road leading up to the airport she sped up a little more, it was just a little further, around five minutes or so. The good thing about travelling with this vampire was that you didn’t need a radio, Tasha just listened to the snippets of the new song Spike sung every now and then. During the trip he’d dug his head into her back, Tasha didn’t mind though, it wasn’t as if it was distracting her from the road. Then Spike secured his arms around her maybe for the increase of speed, maybe something else, having looked down for a few moments she raised her head and focused on the airport, which seemed to be growing with every few meters the bike took.
Finally Tasha slowed down the bike as they reached the airport. She’d been here once before, to pick up her mother after she had come back from a trip to France for business, and though it may have been a while since she was last here, she remembered most parts of the place.
She brought the bike to a stop in front of one of the few places that took care of your vehicles while you were away on holiday. Getting off after Spike, Tasha registered her details before throwing the keys over to the guy who seemed rather nervous, must have been his first day…
Tasha: "Take care of it. You scratch it, you'd better fix it before I see it!"
It’s not as if Tasha was going to take the blame for things if it got damaged, certainly if she wasn’t the one that harmed the other Slayers bike. Leading the way into the main building of the airport the Slayer wondered how on earth would they get to Africa. Sure, it was by a plane, but money wise? That problem was quickly solved as Tasha remembered how Gary McDonnell had left his wallet in the car. Honestly, that Watcher was not smart at all seriously, who would leave their cars keys in a room where anyone can take it and their wallet in their car?
Tasha’s eyes skimmed over the different airlines… Qantas, Virgin Airlines, British Airways Singapore Airlines... before landing on a company that had been around for the past fifteen years or so; High Fleet. After giving Spike a motion to stay where he was, Tasha quickly made her way to the shortest que the airline had, brushing her way past a few people who seemed to be making their way around the area very slowly.
Tasha: "I’ll be tacking two tickets to… uh… Johannesburg, South Africa."
She said rather quickly thinking up a place in Africa to the woman at the desk in front of her, who peered over her desk looking for luggage, it’s not as if everyone carried it these days, why did she have to be so snoopy?
Tasha took the wallet out of her side pocket and flicked through the credit cards, a few needed signatures to go with them so Tasha couldn’t use them… but then there was one that didn’t. The perfect card!
Tasha: "And you’d better make that first class!"
Well if they were going to Africa with all expenses paid, it may as well be in the best and most comfy way possible! After paying for the tickets she made her way back to Spike and looked down to their tickets. The flight wasn’t going to be too long a wait at least, although the gate they were leaving through was about halfway across the airport.
Tasha: "Best we go there now, hey? Hate to miss our flight Mr. William Spike!"
She handed the vampire his ticket, when the lady asked for their names to put on the tickets she had no clue what his sur name was and wasn’t even sure if he even referred to his real name anymore but that lady had requested both first and last names, some people are so stubborn! Tasha knew that Spikes real name was William… and just told the lady the very ‘creative’ name that had come to her mind.
Hopping off the bike, Spike's eyes scanned over the area and then over towards the guy that Tasha was giving the keys for Rogue's bike to. The vampire narrowed his eyes slightly, glaring towards the boy as Tasha spoke, if he dared scratch the bike Spike would make sure he paid for it, one way or another. He rubbed his wound as he continued to stare at the boy, smirking slightly once again as the guy notices Spike's wound.
"Take care of it. You scratch it, you'd better fix it before I see it!" With a smirk towards the nervous boy as the Slayer walked off, Spike followed closely behind her every step of the way. He suddenly wondered how she'd pay for their tickets, would she need him to figure out how to get out his money that he and Angel had stored away in a bank account.. Spike may not look it, but he was very rich.. he just had troubles getting to his money since he was always lacking a few details.. like proof for place of residency for example.
With a motion for him to remain where he was, Spike watched as she moved up towards the lady, but slowly his eyes drifted off to other things going on in the airport. He's never really been inside one before, and most certainly not on a plane, he always went by sea, since he could hide inside the boat away from any sunlight. His eyes moved back towards Tasha as she moved back towards him, a faint smile appearing before he glanced down at the tickets in her hands.. that seemed rather easy.
"Best we go there now, hey? Hate to miss our flight Mr. William Spike!" As he took the ticket she held out for him, Spike grinned slightly more, he had began to call himself that for the past week since he decided he wanted a last name but couldn't remember his true name. That and he felt it was suitable.. he wasn't really William and yet he wasn't really Spike either.. because he was less human that William, but more human that Spike.. he was a mixture of both lives.
He trotted pleasantly along just a step behind her for a moment before braving the chance of walking right beside her, his eyes glancing at all the faces they passed. Staring curiously down at his ticket as they walked, he couldn't help but be in awe of how much things have changed since he was alive.. The very faint sound of humming was heard coming from him as he walked, still staring down at his ticket, it wasn't until he glanced up at one of the planes that where just outside the windows, moving off to get ready to fly. He paused and stared at the plane, the very small.. very cramped looking plane. Quickly moving back to Tasha's side, he stared now very hard down towards the ground, completely going silent as they arrived at where they where to wait for their plane.
He glanced nervously towards the doors they'd pass to get onto the plane, his ticket hovered in front of his chest, a poor attempt of blocking someone's view of his wound, though it wasn't really noticeable from a distance. He stood very close to Tasha as he peered towards the window, he really hoped their plane was larger then the one he saw before. He was very uneasy in small places, and he wasn't keen on saying anything about his fear to the Slayer, he was a vampire.. telling a supernatural warrior that he's grown a fear of small areas just seemed like a joke.
Re: Last Stop, Harmony Church
Although Tasha was almost always around people she didn’t really like big crowds, it was harder to keep an eye on things when there were more people. Also, it was an easy hiding spot for enemies to mingle in with. Once getting to the little lounge like area her eyes wandered towards the window, the same one Spike was looking through. When she was younger she was so eager to go on a plane and fly somewhere, yet after becoming a Slayer she felt no need to leave Harmony unless it was somewhere where she could drive to. She had no reason to leave, no reason to go on a holiday…
"High Fleet flight 47621 to Johannesburg now boarding." The Slayer looked down to her ticket, just checking to make sure it was the right flight number. Seeing that it was correct she looked over to Spike, and wondered what he was going to be like on the plane, it’s not as if you see vampires on planes everyday.
Tasha: "This is our flight."
Again she led the way past the flight attendants who check your tickets, through the narrow walk way that’s in between the actual airport and plane and onto the plane. This plane was much larger than some of the others they saw out of the window. It was a Jumbo Jet, which meant that Tasha and Spike had to both make their way up to the second floor of the plane to get to the first class section.
This Slayer may have never seen what the inside of a plane looks like before but with one look at the first class level she knew that this was the way to fly! The seats were a little larger than the ones on the level underneath and looked more comfier with more leg room and with the plane being almost new it had some of the latest equipment in it, like little television screens embedded in the seat in front so everyone could watch what they like and younger children could even play Nintendo games on them if they wished!
Tasha: "You want the window or isle seat?"
She asked the vampire as they reached their seats, Tasha had made sure they got their seats near the window. She didn’t mind which one Spike took, once they were high enough in the sky everything would all look the same anyway plus, the flight was going to be a long one so she might even get some rest while they travelled.
(ooc- This is my 1000 post with this account *Cheers* Yay!)
"High Fleet flight 47621 to Johannesburg now boarding." Shifting about uncomfortably as he glanced around at the others, he didn't pay the announcement any attention.
"This is our flight." He followed Tasha's every moves to the letter, letting the lady check his ticket as she had checked Tasha but then hesitated at the long narrow passage way the Slayer had began to walk down. The tension in his jaw was hard to hide, his eyes glancing up towards the ceiling as he grudged up the strength to carry on. He hurried, perhaps hovering too closely to the Slayer, but he had his eyes tightly shut as he remained a step behind her. When he saw the crampness of the inside of the plane he whimpered silently, honestly thinking of turning around right now had he not thought leaving the Slayer's company was a worse fate then an attack of claustrophobia.
When he followed the Slayer onto the first class section he felt a little better, it was slightly more roomier, he stared at the small TVs on the back of the seats but was distracted but Tasha's voice soon after.
"You want the window or isle seat?" Spike gave a soft, if not very nervous sounding, chuckle as he motioned slightly towards the isle seat. He'd prefer the less sunny spot, even if it was dark outside now, it'd get light soon.. in a couple of hours, and he didn't want to shut the window blind if Tasha wanted something to look at. Although it would have probably been healthier for Spike's claustrophobia to sit there, at least he could see wide-open spaces, but that didn't always help..
When Tasha had taken her seat, Spike sat down rather quickly, more slumping back into his seat and slouching down, not sitting properly, more as if he was about to slide right off the seat. Slowly he clipped the belt around his waist, now he felt all restrained and captive-like, he knew it was silly, he wanted to be here, he wanted all of this.. His hands took a rather overly power grip of the arm rests as if holding them where the only things keeping him sitting safely in his seat.
When the attendant moved by, checking all the passengers, she flashed a rather bright smile down at Spike, she said something to him, something about his belt being twist, but he had shut his eyes and wasn't paying any attention. When he felt her hands unbuckling his belt so she could untwist it, for safety reasons, which weren't really important for Spike, the vampire opened his eyes. He frowned, but then his expression went rather blank, she had leaned down slightly, exposing her neck, what was that, some sign of mockery? She knew he was a vampire, had to know, he growled unhappily, but she just bucked the belt back together, a surprised look trying to be hidden on her expression as she quickly flashed him another false smile and departed from sight.
He blinked slightly as he stared once again at the TV screen, it was almost impossible to watch TV back in LS over the last 7 years, and anything that was on TV (should you manage to actually find a TV not broken) was only repeats (if the station was still intact, since many where ruined). Shifting about slightly in his seat, instantly glaring at the woman’s back when the slight attendant walked passed them once again.
Re: Last Stop, Harmony Church(ooc- oooOOOooo Congrats! *Realises she’s probably done more posts since then* Well congratulations on your one thousand-and-somethingth post! )
Tasha looked away from the window hearing the flight attendant speak to Spike. She seemed to watch her fiddle with the belt buckle cautiously, she wasn’t sure why, maybe just incase something happened, at times Tasha could be a little too cautious, but it beats being unprepared. She gave a faint smirk as she noticed Spike’s glare when the attendant walked past again, Tasha raised her hand motioning for her attention.
Tasha: "Mind if you get me a pen? … And some paper too, while your at it!"
The lady seemed to wait a little bit, maybe wanting to find out why, but Tasha looked back to the window after flashing the fake friendly smile that she gave them before. Those people were way too smiley, no one loves their job that much!
Tasha wriggled around a little as she reached into her pocket, pulling out the Watcher’s wallet in the process as the plane began to take off. The Slayer knew that if that credit card she used went over the limit they’d be in a bit of trouble, they wouldn’t have any money, but if she knew how to forge Watcher’s signature… Well really, what do they need money for?
It took around twenty minutes for the plane to reach it maximum hight above the clouds and Tasha hadn’t really noticed how Spike was coping on the way up due to her looking out the window. The city below was so tiny now you couldn’t even tell the roads apart from the buildings.
The flight attendant returned, her false smile back on her face as she handed a pen and a few sheets of paper to Tasha. She just pulled down her table-tray from the seat in front of her, rolling her eyes slightly as the lady walked off, the smiling was just annoying. After placing the paper Tasha put one of the cards on the table and began copying the signature. Luckily the Watcher only signed it as ‘G McDonnell,’ so the people who checked the signature would think she started with the letter G. She could be a Gigi, or a Georgia… or a Gemma, or something that started with that letter, it was none of the other peoples business anyway…
Re: Trip to Africa - On the Plane
When the plane began to move Spike nervously glanced over towards Tasha, but then more frightenly stared away from her as the plane picked up in speed. When the plane began to rose, his ears felt as if they where about to implode, the sensitivity of his hearing only making it all so much worse. His hands moved to clamp over his ears, he didn't like the attendant moving towards them all the time.. even if Tasha had called her.
Spike had began shifting back and forth in his seat as Tasha tried to work on her signature, his hand reaching out for the seat in front and touching it before pulling away as he leaned back into his seat and then repeating the process. He began shaking his head as if refusing something, it wasn't fair, there are so many supernatural things in Harmony, why did they have to go to Africa?
"There was a hole, it was always dark an' cold down there, but you could still hear'em, up there, screamin', yellin', always cryin' an' yellin', never any peace." Watching the passing gray clouds on the other side of the plane through the windows opposite of them as he mumbled quietly, Spike's hand gripped the armrests very tightly. He didn't like all the strange sounds he could hear, because he didn't know what most of them where, so he wouldn't know if they where dangerous or not. The deep hole in the chambers back in LA wasn't as bad for Spike compared to the other things, but he couldn't climb out when he was really hurt so he'd sometimes stay down there for up to 2-3 days. The worse part was when water was filled into the hole as if turning it into a well, and it was even worse when there where humans or other demons down there. Spike could last forever underwater since he didn't have to breath, but the younger and weaker vampires could only last 6 hours before their bodies are destroyed.
"He'd put some o'the bodies on crosses.. didn'care if they where still alive or not, put'em up along the roads." Staring down at the isle next to him as if picturing that as a road and then glancing at the many crosses that lined long the side of the road. He shut his eyes and leaned back into his seat, if the Slayer didn't get to the live ones soon, they where mostly killed by passing demons or died from their wounds.
"No one ever let'em down except the Slayer's Gang an' sometimes the resistance, people would jus' walk righ'by.." His head tilted to the left, leaning sideways towards Tasha, his eyes opening as he looked over towards her, appearing as if he was ready to fall asleep any moment now.
"He knew whenever someone took someone down.. I didn'know though, not until after I took the girl down, shouldn't o'done'at.." His voice had dropped to a whisper half way through the sentence, closing his eyes as his left leg rose and pressed against the seat in front of him as if he thought he was about to somehow fall forwards.
Re: Trip to Africa - On the Plane"There was a hole, it was always dark an' cold down there, but you could still hear'em, up there, screamin', yellin', always cryin' an' yellin', never any peace." The sound of Spikes voice made her look up from her page of scribbles, some looked like the Watcher’s signature, others were just poor attempts to write his name, he had to have a difficult signature, didn’t he? Although it took Tasha a short moment, it wasn’t hard to figure out what he was talking about… Lost Angels…
"He'd put some o'the bodies on crosses.. didn'care if they where still alive or not, put'em up along the roads." Angelus… was he really like that? He was as bad as they say… Tasha didn’t even need to close her eyes to get a picture in her mind of what the roads must have looked like. She could see it all, the people, the crosses, their wounds, their pain…
"No one ever let'em down except the Slayer's Gang an' sometimes the resistance, people would jus' walk righ'by.." She could see Rogue doing that, she’d probably want to help as many people as she could not buts about it. It made Tasha’s thoughts wander off that, to what she would have done if she was in that world, before she knew the answer… She was dead there, killed by some ‘Fanged Wicca’. She would have failed, well if she couldn’t survive there, she wouldn’t have been much use at all. Then again Rogue was alive from that world as to here where she was killed. Both worlds were so different…
"He knew whenever someone took someone down.. I didn'know though, not until after I took the girl down, shouldn't o'done'at.." Tasha was half in her thoughts, though she still heard all of Spike’s words, staring ahead and into the small television screen that was positioned in the headrest of the chair in front of her. That was until she noticed Spike’s leg rise, pushing against the chair in front, he could fall, he had his seatbelt on didn’t he? But you can’t really fall when you’re sitting can you? Tasha lifted her left hand up from her lap
Tasha: "He’s gone now though, no one has to fear him anymore…"
She spoke in reference to both this world and Lost Angels, though she knew very, very little about the other world. Tasha knew that Angelus blocked out the sun and that their world had become a virtual playground for all demonic creatures, which was still very little although it covered the main facts about Lost Angels. Then again, she didn’t need to know everything about that place, she had this one to look after.
Tasha: "I bet when you were back there you didn’t think you’d be off to Africa to get yourself a soul anytime soon!"
The ends of her lips raised slightly with an encouraging sort of smile. Tasha was never really one who was good at encouraging, cheering up people or anything else along those lines. Well it’s not as if she ever really had people to encourage and motivate apart from herself and it wasn’t hard to do that for herself, she just needed to think about being the best. That way she’d prove that she was best Slayer, better than the one before her and now that Rogue was back, she had that little extra motivation on her side.
Re: Last Stop, Harmony Church"He’s gone now though, no one has to fear him anymore…" But she didn't understand, Angelus was always there, always tormenting Spike, almost telling him he was a freak, a dead monster, unworthy and pathetic. Even if Spike never saw him again, the damage was already done and Spike would never be able to just shut that all out, how can he, he can't, he'll never be free of Angelus!
"But when you where back there you didn’t think you’d be getting a soul!" No.. but he didn't deserve one, he would never deserve one, he shouldn't be getting one, it doesn't matter how much he's changed, he's done too much! Both his feet now pressed against the seat in front of him, his back leaning hard back against his seat as he kept his eyes closed tightly. He should have known from his last trip in the X-Jet that he wasn't comfortable in these things, he had forgotten about that, forgotten how he had gotten those panic attack.
"Don't like small spaces!" He called out loudly "Don't like small spaces an' high places!" His hands tried to grab at his seat belt but he couldn't undo it since he's never had a seat belt before and he wasn't sure how these odd aeroplane belts worked. With a growl his hands started grabbing at the arm rests, but he still couldn't sit still, if he fell out of this plane form this hight it was going to.. really.. really.. hurt. The attendent had appeared to see what the yelling was about and with a whimper Spike turnd and buried his face against Tasha's shoulder and her seat.
Re: Last Stop, Harmony Church"Don't like small spaces!" … "Don't like small spaces an' high places!" Tasha threw Spike a worried look as he fiddled around with his seat belt having no luck at all in undoing it. Of all creatures she never thought a vampire would be afraid of heights, and small spaces! Tasha herself wasn’t worried about the smallness of the plane or of the height so she didn’t know what to do to calm Spike down, nothing could come to mind…
Watching while he grabbed at the arm rests Tasha almost felt bad that she couldn’t help, but she wasn’t to be blamed, could she? Her job was mainly to destroy vampires, she was never taught how to look after them… By now the flight attendant had made her way back over to them, why was it her business to know what was going on? Well, yeah it was part of her job, but Tasha just felt that she was too snoopy. Hearing the whimper the Slayer lowered her gaze from the attendant in time to see Spike bury his face between her shoulder and her seat.
It was clear that the attendant wasn’t going to be of much use, well Tasha didn’t think so anyway. Shooing her away she could tell that there may not be one of those false friendly smiles on her face if or when she returned to the vampire and Slayer’s seats.
Tasha: "Look, this is gonna be a long flight."
Well, that was a smart thing to say to someone who didn’t like the feel of being a plane. Sure Tasha, why not tell him of all the risks and dangers that there are when you fly? It was true though, the flight wouldn’t be all that short but the way she said it with hardly no emotion and just staring at the blank television screen, well Tasha didn’t need that to tell her she was no good at cheering people up.
Tasha: "Maybe we could get some rest, it might waste some time."
At least that was a little better than what she had said before and on the plus side her tone seemed more… well, it was better than it had been and and she wriggled about, turning around a little in an attempt to look at Spike while she spoke. And some shut-eye would waste time, or the on-flight movie that was going to come on shortly that the captain just announced after Tasha spoke and then there were some other shows on the TV. But if worst came to worst Tasha could always call back the attendant and ask if Spike could have one of the children’s colouring in packs.
Re: Last Stop, Harmony Church"Look, this is gonna be a long flight." He knew it was a long flight, he didn't know how long, but Africa wasn't close by, that at least, he was aware of. ..But she didn't need to say it like how she did, if she was thrown from high hights by Angelus she wouldn't like hights either.
"Maybe we could get some rest, it might waste some time." When the Slayer began to shift her position, meaning Spike could no longer hide in the safe darker place between her shoulder and the seat. His eyes shifted over towards Tasha's TV screen when the Captain spoke, but then back to the Slayer.
He wasn't tired, he wasn't, he didn't care what amount of little of sleep he's had, he pouted as he stared ahead at his screen, though he had no intentions to watch a stupid movie.. He didn't pay any attention to the movie, and he wasn't even able to focus on the images of the screen, all he wanted to do was shut his eyes and sleep but sleep wasn't coming.
It wasn't until the movie was almost over that Spike had actually fallen asleep, even if he did have his eyes shut the entire time. The only was to tell the difference between when he was awake and when he had fallen asleep was that his hands had gently lost their powerful grip on the armrests that he had been holding tightly as if still panicking about falling out of the seat somehow. Shifting his position every now and then, obviously having restless dreams, he eventually rolled onto his side, facing Tasha, though he curled forward so forehead rested rather awkwardly looking on the armrest. But then again, a vampire was rather flexible, so it wasn't as uncomfortable as it would seem for Spike.
There was a twitch in his body though after a few hours of remaining rather still, his head half raising after a moment and his expression seeming strained in order to hear something he thought he had heard before. He sat up more straighter, his eyes glued towards where the attendant would disappear into the other area of the plane.
"Did you hear'at? I.. I heard somethin'.." He added quickly, his voice quiet in case the noise came again, even though there was no unfamiliar sound. He frowned and then corrected himself, he hadn't heard it, he felt something.. as if something had happened. He gave a slightly panicked whimper as he grabbed hold of the armrests tightly once again, even though no one else had the sensitivity to feel the almost unnoticable movements of the plane, Spike did.
"Why, why are we changin' directions?" He looked around panickly as if expecting the seats to slide right out of the plane while it was flying. One of his hands let go of the armrest and grabbed more lightly onto Tasha's arm as he stared at her worriedly.
"Ask her why we're changin' course." He demanded even though it seemed as if they hadn't altered their direction at all, he didn't want to ask the woman, he didn't like her, and he sounded insane.. since he was.. so they might ignore him if he asked.
Re: Last Stop, Harmony Church
As the movie started Tasha raised her head to look at the screen but she quickly lost all interest she had in the movie, if she had any at tall, and resumed trying to copy the Watcher’s signature. Most people had a different style of handwriting from one another, so Tasha was still trying to alter her neat but blockish writing to something a little less neater and joined up. Of all the things a Slayer did Tasha was actually finding this more of a challenge than she expected, which was annoying, she couldn't threaten the pen to write properly, hit it or slay it, though throwing it down the isle didn’t seem too bad an idea.
After deciding to try and befriend the pen by writing a little softer it soon became easier to the joined up writing. The flow of the font soon feeling more natural than her old way of writing, until finally she got it, a quick check of the card confirming the writing was exact. Feeling proud of her accomplishment she wrote the signature a few more times to show the pen that she could do it. Ha! Nothing could outsmart this Slayer!
Leaning back in her chair Tasha’s neck arched back a little and her eyes slowly closed, she’d mastered the signature so she deserved a rest, well at least her right hand did anyway. She woke up a short while before Spike and noticed that he was sleeping, the awkward position not really causing much attention from her. Shortly after Tasha had been promoted to Slayer she found herself ignoring her first Watcher’s advice and decided to go raid a small house on the outskirts of Harmony, the windows had all been patched up, the back door also, only allowing the front door the let in light, if it was ever opened.
Sure, Tasha could have waited until nightfall and for the vampires to leave separately to take them on one by one, but pulling down the wood that patched up the windows was something new. Watching the vampires begin to smoke as the sunlight reached their odd sleeping postures was slightly amusing. Most of them woke up and tried to find a dark corner to hide in, but Tasha wasn’t going to let them ruin her fun and with more and more windows opening the vampires were running out of places to hide. Eventually they ended up trying to take her on, but Tasha didn’t even get to stab her wooden stake through their bodies as most of them burst into ashes, due to the sunlight.
As Spike began to shift about as he woke, Tasha looked back over to him and watched as he looked over towards the little flight attendant compartment and listened, what was he up to?
"Did you hear'at? I.. I heard somethin'.." Hear what? The only things Tasha could really hear was the sound of the plane’s engine, which almost everyone could hear and the loud music that someone, sitting near them, had up loudly on their headphones. Tasha wasn’t really listening out for anything in particular, she was just trying to relax, just incase she needed energy for later on. She didn’t really need to be on patrol on a plane, they were normally safe, weren’t they?
"Why, why are we changin' directions?" While Spike looked around, making sure their seats won’t just fall out of the plane, Tasha listened carefully trying to pick up anything. She didn’t feel that they were changing directions, though it was hard to tell since she'd never been on a plane before, and if the plane was turning it could be from the plane being a little off-course and getting back onto it. Feeling Spike grab her arm she looked back over to him, his face full of worry. Surely nothing was going on, it was probably something routine, yeah, something that happens all the time, just that Spike was someone who noticed it.
"Ask her why we're changin' course." Looking over to where the flight attendant had disappeared to, Tasha didn’t really want to talk to her again either, but if it would calm down Spike she’d do it. She reached her right arm up, and her index finger pushed one of the buttons above her head, making a small red light with a silhouette of a lady on it light up, causing a beep somewhere along the plane that told the attendant to go and expect what was someone’s needs. The flight attendant’s smile wasn’t as big when she saw who had called her to their seat.
Tasha: "Are we changing corse? And if we are, why?"
She asked rather bluntly as the flight attendant stopped by their seats. Tasha wasn’t going to go out of her way to be nice to her, for a start the lady was all false-like. Sure it was part of their job to look happy and be extra polite but it was kind of creepy. The attendant tried to say that everything was fine and that they were on the direct route to Africa, but there was only one way to know for sure…
Tasha: "Great! Then you wouldn’t mind asking the captain then."
Tasha flashed her false smile as she had done to the attendant before, she returned it with a grumpish sort of smile before telling the vampire and Slayer that she would be back in a few moments. Tasha leaned back in her chair and waited. Soon enough more than five minutes had gone by, maybe she was attending some other people and put Spike and Tasha last on her list. Another five minutes went past, then another five… There couldn’t be that many people her her to attend to…
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