Sacrilege of the Night’s Reverie
It had been over a week since Spike had returned to the hotel, although Angel, another souled vampire, was doing his best to give the two their space, it was obvious that Spike was extremely jittery about the older vampire. Spike become rather content when he explained things to Arisa about things he knew a lot about, like Slayers. Sometimes it was hard to figure out if Spike was sane or not, once he had been talking with her, organizing her food with Jennifer, the otherworldly Slayer he had informed Arisa about and told her that the Slayer was from the same demonic world that he was from. But the phone had started to ring and it had been his job to pick it up and respond to the calls while he was hanging around the hotel, but he seemed to have forgotten completely how to use it.
Quite often when he was left on his own they'd return and Spike would just be standing or sitting in the exact same spot they had left him in. He had gotten better the last two days especially, Arisa's blood seemed to be making his mind stronger as well as his body. Around her he was able to be himself, but she might have noticed around Angel he was always quiet and rather submissive to the others presense, seeming to often just withdraw into the private corners of his mind instead of dealing with the mirror image of the one who had caused him such a great deal of agony and anguish for so long.
Can't keep hiding. The thought echoed in his mind while he lay on his stomach, his covers mostly twisted about his waist from all the tossing and turning he has been doing. Should go back an' see Ro'.. no, can't keep botherin' her.. His eyes were shut, but as usually sleep was impossible, usually he'd sit up and simply stare ahead at the wall of his room, but he was recently attempting to try harder to regain the sanity he was allowing to continuely to slip away from him. She'd find me if she wants me. The faint speck of hope if his soulled form was smothered cruelly as another part of his mind whispered in reply. If she wanted me, she wouldn't have asked me to leave. The exposed form of the vampire was hinted at since his bare back bathed handsomely in the moonlight that filled his room.
His legs were revealed as well as he twisted and turned during the night, it was only about two in the morning and he didn't want to get up and wander aimlessly about the hotel again. It was hard since his mind was able to expand and explore the essence of supernatural beings all around him and in the distant reaches around the city. He could and sense what was happening so perfectly, although Arisa got a thrill of enjoyment from the two reluctant times Spike has fed off her, he was more finding himself longing to replenish the enchanted supply once he felt it beginning to fade from his system.
His only attempt to drink some of the animal blood Angel stored in the hotel resulted in the vampire spitting it out in a repulsed - sickly - manner. Turning over onto his side, almost instantly followed by him rolling on to his back and groaning quietly as he shifted back around onto his stomach. Partially opening his eyes as he grabbed at his pillow and buried his face into it, his arms wrapping around it as he basically curled up and snuggled against the pillow. The faint recognition of something over at his door way which was always left a little open caught his attention in a delayed reaction in which his head turned to look almost sleepily over towards the door to see if he was just seeing things again.
Shifting about a little with a puzzld expression, he rolled onto his back, a light shuffling of his legs covered them with the blanket that was mostly twisted about his lower body, one of his hands fiddling with the thin pale grayish blue sheet while he rested back on his elbow and looked over towards Arisa's shadowed form half obscured at his doorway.
"You alright Nibblet?" The blank expression disappeared shortly after as a more stable frame of mind once again crossed over the vampire who seemed able to control his mental self with greater degree's of success around Arisa's presense. He would have gotten up to walk over to the door but.. being naked and all, he remained content and partially covered by his thin blanket.
It room always seemed to have a pleasant smell to it, so comforting and warm, even though it wasn't at all strong, just a soft scent picked up on the air, Spike seemed to always have the same scent on his skin and clothes. He had become obsessed in exploring the different smells of things, he didn't realize a scent could make him feel a certain way, and ones that made him feel comforted seem to be his favorite.
Arisa muttered in slight annoyance under her breath, tail twitching in silent rhythm with the hissed words as she repeated the same phrase Spike seemed to use so very often. She had been fond of the saying long before she had met him, it had always just been one of the strange quirks about her whose origin not even she could trace…of course now anyone who hadn't known her long enough would assume she had gotten it from Spike, but that was ok, she didn't at all mind being associated with the blonde vampire.
If only that blonde little head of his would poke through her door way and check on her, ask if she was alright. Maybe then he could detect the lie in her voice, and realize she was not alright, not alright at all…
But she she wouldn’t want him to know she was lying, and she was excellent at feigning calm. If she couldn’t truly keep her placid state of mind, then acting like it was the next best thing. None of the fear she felt would be in her voice if she didn't put it there…but if it wasn't there then she would be left alone again, left alone to linger over the same decision again until the sun rises, and she could curl up near by Spike on the couch and take a nap, and she wouldn't be alone…
She was never alone anymore.
What she was now when everyone left the room was a different kind of alone, knowing that in a second Willow could bend Arisa to the Wicca‘s will, string her like a puppet. It wasn’t as if Willow had any less power to do so when someone else was in the room with the blue feral, but it felt like it. It was stupid and she knew it, but she felt so much safer when she was not left alone, when it wasn’t just her and the Wicca in her head…
She groaned slightly, muttering in annoyance to herself as she rolled over to face the ceiling,
“You paranoid insomniac…your in no more danger than you were when you first came here, but you weren‘t this much of a scaredy cat then…”
But she didn’t know she was an open target for possession then.
She forced her eyes closed and hugged her two pillows closer in on either side of her, her head resting level on the soft mattress. Every noise seemed to become ten times louder in the still that over took the hotel at night, and her feral senses picked it up even better. She wanted to be a moving part of the silence, to be able to move around the hotel without fear like she had been able to a few nights ago.
But that was before Willow pulled that nasty trick on her. In the nights since then Arisa had stayed planted firmly in her bed for almost the entire night, afraid to wander any farther from Spike’s room. Of course sleep wasn’t an option, now more than ever.
She had long ran her walkman out of batteries, trying to distract herself with the music. It had worked well for the most part, despite the fact she still wasn’t sleeping. But now all she had to distract herself was the silence all around, and the occasional creak of the building or a sound from outside her closed window. She had tried most of the things that usually could brighten her up, drawing on herself, listening to music, singing softly a bit, but there was only so much she could do without getting out of bed, or making any more noise then a quiet whisper. What she really wanted was to be able to talk to Spike, it had helped her in the past few days to keep herself from turning into a nervous wreck about Willow, among other things, but the last thing she wanted to do was bother him…
And if she crawled into his room at this hour she’d feel even more like a little child scared of the dark. Maybe…maybe she could just peek in on him, reminding herself that he was just down the hall might do her good, it wasn‘t as if she had anything better to do.
Slowly she inched out of her warm sheets, her bare feet touching down to the carpet floor as she stood up. Light from her window dimly illuminated her figure, her soft blue form harder to see in the dim lighting than if she had possessed the usual skin pigment. Cool night air that had entered through her cracked window brushed over her skin gently, causing a slight shiver to ripple though her from the chill. She paused at the door momentarily. Incase someone did happen to be up and about, she didn’t want to be seen with her shorts twisted around her and her top at a weird angle…her fingers fumbled slightly with the straps of her small black tank top, untwisting them, before moving down to straighten out her gray, cloth shorts, tail flicking with a suppressed sense of unease at leaving her bed.
She took a few more rather suspicious looks around her, brushing a bit of brownish hair from her eyes and tucking it back behind a pointed ear to clear her gaze. She took a few sniffs at the air, double checking that no one else’s scent lingered, before moving on along the hall, stepping lightly as not to make any sound, and breathing just as quietly, pausing to look nervously back over her shoulder every few paces.
His door was cracked open, good, she wouldn’t have to try to sneak it open. She glanced once more behind her, almost expecting her doom to jump out from a doorway at any moment. She took the last few paces towards the door rather hurriedly, she felt much safer snuggled in between her pillows and blankets…
She shifted her figure slightly closer to the opening, peering into silently the vampire’s room. He lay facing the other way, the sheets twisted around his lower body. His scent was strong in the room, and simply that seemed to calm her, her tail moving more smoothly than before after just a few seconds in the doorway.
"You alright Nibblet?"
His gentle voice struck up quietly as he rolled over to face her, his bright blue eyes brightly fixing on her. She jumped slightly, worry that she had woken him up or was bothering him running over her. Her calm demeanor began to pull itself to the surface, her voice striking up in a quiet, reassuring tone,
“Nah, I’m fine,”
She forced a smile, hoping he would be able to see it through the dark room, then before she could change her mind turned to leave, her tail twitching rather tensely at it’s end. She took a few paces down the hall, feeling the disease that had been plaguing her all night returning with each step she took away from Spike. She paused, she didn’t want to go back to her room and spend another seven hours till sunrise wishing she could go back to Spike’s doorway. It was now or never…scew it, what did she have to loose?
She turned and moved quietly back to his doorway, pausing for a moment as he looked at her questioningly, fumbling to find a way to explain why she had grown so uncomfortable in her own skin,
“’Er…I…can’t sleep.”
Now there was a lovely understatement…she couldn’t even breath when she was alone anymore without being terrified Willow would decide it would be funny to make Arisa stop breathing all together.
..Unlock your heart, drop your guard.. you can't reject the whole world..
Re: Sacrilege of the Night’s Reverie
It was more then just the over thousand years experience towards human behaviour, after all, he had seen fear in all forms, out right panic to calm hidden fear that servants, such as Bei Bei,the young woman who watched over the entrance to the manor Spike, Angelus and Dru had lived in. She also was Spike's 'servant', which meant she was one of the better treated of the humans in the vampires service, but even though Spike never hurt her, that didn't mean she wasn't afraid, after all, if she did something to displease Angelus, Dru or even Willow, she risked the death of her little daughter and her parents who were looking after the 3 year old since Angelus already killed the father who had been under his survice the year before Spike first arrived in this world.
“Nah, I’m fine,”
On top of the fact he knew body language to such extremes - when it come to fear of some kind any way - he also knew Arisa, she wouldn't just hover outside his door for no reason, plus he did have a connection with her, he knew she was uneasy, and it didn't take much effort to figure out what was distressing her. He sat up more so he wasn't supporting his weight only with his hands, he tugged a little nervously the covers just to make sure he was well covered, even though Arisa was moving away from his door and heading back towards her room.
He had heard her shifting around all night, he knew she wasn't sleeping well, he just hadn't wanted to disturb her, Jennifer had already commented on how he was spoiling her and smothering her a little too much, technically he wasn't, he was just spoiling her slightly but the Slayer was making fun over the fact vampires aren't usually the maturnal type.
With a silent sigh, mostly kicking himself for not having gone over to her room earlier, he just didn't want to seem as if he was being overly protective, he had started to notice how strongly the desire to protect her seemed to drive every instinctive urge he had when it came to caring or tending to her needs. When he began to pull off the covers he heard her turn and walk back towards his room, his eyes moved over to his clothes that were hang on the back of his chair at his desk a few meters from his bed in the other side of the room. He decided against chancing anything and just pulled the covers back over him and sat there waiting for her to reapear, watching the blue hued girl return at his doorway moments later.
“Er…I…can’t sleep.”
It wasn't right, she didn't deserve to have so much pain and fear in her life, she was too young, he felt so helpless, why couldn't they do something for her? Destroy Willow, something, anything, there was a sudden thought about how Jean Summers had blocked his mind from Dru's influence, maybe he could get someone to do the same thing with Arisa?
" 's ok," Assuring her with both his expression and tone of voice that he didn't mind her being there, that was after all why he left his door open slightly, just so she knew there weren't any barriers between them, it also made him feel better, listening in on her carefully so he'd know if something went wrong again like in the Bathroom.
"Neither can I," He admitted, even though sleep wasn't as important for him as it was for her, but he was still tired not only from the lack of sleep but from the constant worries he has concerning Arisa and her well being. "Uh, gimme half a sec luv," Aside from Rogue, Arisa was the only other person Spike called 'Luv', all Arisa would have noticed in the moment it took Spike to move from the bed to the desk, grab his black cotton trousers and return to the bed wearing them would have been the movement of the the bed cover being tossed up slightly, though it settled back down onto his now dressed legs an instant later.
"I was jus' thinkin'," The bright blue orbs looked back over towards Arisa but then dropped away to stare at the covers of his bed, his cold hand tugging the sheet off from over him while he spoke in a soft tone, ".. 'bout my old home," He knew she wanted company, and he knew how hard it was to ask for it, she ought to know he was always there for her, she can come to him no matter the reason, she needn't worry about asking to spend time with him. Spike looked over towards her, his hands fiddling slightly with the corner of his cover.
"Stay with me a lil'?" He offered her an assuring smile as he pulled the pushed the covers further down to the end of the bed, patting the bed twice with the palm of his hand before shifting to rest his back against the wall the head of his bed was against.
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