Thursday Morning, 29th of March; Finding a moment of PeaceThursday 29th of March; Morning.
The last day, it seemed so final, even if it was all Spike’s own choice, it still seemed so final, so frightfully real and unchangeable. The doubt was like a poison on him suddenly, what was so clear now murky, all the sense he thought he had recklessly thrown like torn paper in the wind, to be scattered in all directions. The air outside was cool, but the sunrays were creeping through the air to couch warmly against the world below, the soft breeze that occasionally drifted by reminding all of the colder days that had passed. The grass was glossy green from the rainwater of the week, dry enough now for students to sit on and relax once again, the air crisp, as if all the muck of pollution had been briefly washed away… Or maybe Spike just couldn’t smell it as he once could, maybe this was how humans smelt every day, maybe they were lucky to be ignorant of the fainter scents that alluded them.
The sound of cars drove by the school, Spike watched them pass from where he stood by the main gate, shoulder pressed against the bars as his body slouched touching it, head rested on the cold iron. Both gates were open for students to wander in, those that left for morning breakfast or those that didn’t board within the school itself, slowly pooling in as if this were any other school in the world. A car pulled in, like others before and surely a few more were still to come, their forms either polished to a shine or smeared in dust and dirt… the ghostly reflection of the vampire seemed to catch in their windows at times, causing Spike’s eyes to drift after them. On the other side of where he stood was the security booth with it’s tainted windows, a man shuffled about inside, checking the I.D. of those who enter, making sure all the kids were students who entered. The staff and faculty of the school were mostly all familiar with Spike, he never had to show his I.D. before, he never needed to because of his grand entrance into the school’s life in the first place. Everyone knew who he was; everyone was involved in holding him, interrogating him, chasing after him, dealing with the insane nonsense that flowed forth from him…
A soft sigh flowed lightly from the vampire’s lips, some of the students didn’t know him, some walked oblivious to the blond standing by the gates, some glanced curious or distracted, others knew… It was easy to see they knew; they were the ones that drifted unnecessarily further to the other side of the gateway when entering, quickening their pace, avoiding a look or just casting worried glances.
They fear you, The voice was lush, sweetly intoxicating with it’s dark innocence, it’s false compassion, Even as you fade away, they fear you… they don’t trust you…they keep you around for your strength, your destructive abilities…they fear you but they need you, The dark beauty continued, many fell victim to her charms, and many a charms she had indeed, Soon, you’ll take up space, no more use for the crazy little puppet, As often is the case, only Spike could hear the toxic words that fell from plum lips, though fell onto deaf ears as Spike stared numbly at the reflection of his against the glass of the security booth. The Wiccan vampire nudged even closer to him, resting her head lightly against Spike’s shoulder, lifting her hand to rest against his folded arms that covered the vampire’s mid torso.
Why does William ignore his little girl? There was a sigh from her, a toying sigh, they both knew that none of this fooled the blond vampire, he knew she was not a manifestation of his cracked mind, no memory leaking from it’s open wounds, she was just an infection, a parasite trying to make him sick and weak, Look at me, She cooed, Willow’s silken voice like a soft blanket trying to wrap around him, her hand reached to Spike’s cheek, his head absent-mindedly turned as it was guided to face Willow’s own beautiful features. A tingle in Spike’s cheek was felt as her Astral fingers touched against the cool flesh, Are you proud of me, my handsome William? In reply Spike’s features looked confused, then annoyed, looking away briefly only to have a tingle surge to a painful grasp as his jaw seemed to be grasped and returned back to it’s previous position, Willow’s fingers remained clasped for a moment as she looked up at him.
Sshh… poor little William, mummy’s little boy is forgetting his manners, Her fingers loosened, though Spike had never been physically hurt by this projection before and his eyes stared over her in fraught attempts to understand, Don’t make me tell your daddy that you’ve been a bad little boy, you know daddy won’t like to hear naughty tales of Katherine’s precious little William, A flicker of fear sparked in Spike’s eyes, shrouded shortly after by confusion, confusion over why Willow was threatening him with a man long since dead… Rupert had to be dead; there was no other option in Spike’s mind. Be a good little boy to me William, or sad Willow might run crying and telling daddy dearest where you hide, At the threat Spike pulled away from the gate, making his move to walk away from the boundry of the school and head towards the safety of it’s secured walls.
"What are you on about you nutter," Annoyance filled his whispered voice, his body moving through a partial of hers, which was still unseen by the rest of those around them. The pain struck again, this deep bone searing pain, like a cramp and a burn mixed together, this time however it was located in his wrist. Despite attempting to pull it towards him, Spike discovered his hand seemed to be held in place, Willows secretive smile curving her lips as she stood there holding onto him, refusing to let go, looking unfazed by Spike’s struggles. I want to see you, There was a scoff as Spike replied with a dry laugh, "Not gonna happen luv," The uncanny grip seemed to tighten further, causing a sharp grimace on the blonde’s features as he gritted his teeth, You always liked my company, come and see me William, I miss us together, I want to see you, Despite the pain she caused there was still such a tenderness in her voice, a soft sweetness that was so alluring, "This will probly shock ya then, but I’ave a serious lack o’motivation ta make a house call Red," The voice was strained with the pain and choked with the cockney accent, though an attempt to keep his conversation as discreet as possible was made to avoid attracting notice from any who happen to pass near enough to hear.
The hold was released, Spike’s hand jerked suddenly towards himself, his balance thrown slightly for a moment before he recovered, his left hand fingers rubbing tenderly against his right wrist that ached sorely. Come, please Spikey, I’m asking nicely… I could get you to come here, I could make you come here… I just wanted to ask, for old times sake…come to your Willow, The slender form vanished in a blink, leaving Spike to stare a moment and then look around to make sure she had really gone, he didn’t feel her there, didn’t see her anywhere… maybe for now he had some peace of her. Jean was keeping Willow from playing with his head, but Willow just found a way around it, astral projection wasn’t something uncommon for a witch of her power… At least his thoughts were not touched by that Wiccan monster as the previous weeks…But she could still hurt him, that much was made clear today, and Spike was sure that was the whole point of the encounter, to show she still had some sort of control, she still posed as a threat to him and so if she threatened him… she threatened Arisa too then, even if not just yet.
For a moment the vampire rubbed at his wrist, it hurt deep, enough that it may leave a bruise even, what was she using to hurt him like that? Maybe it was some sort of spell? Or was her projection so powerful? Of course he had no wish to see her, not just now, who knew if he still exploded into a pile of ash, or if his body would only half explode maybe… he wasn’t keen on finding out, and seeing her was a temptation of suicide, or something far worse, even if he had no idea what it was she was planning. Why was she so needy for him to leave the school? The thought of her desperate attempts to remove Spike from the grounds made him feel that he probably was in the way of something if he stayed, she knew if he was taken the school would come after him like last time… Even if Spike doubted it, Willow had little doubt of her own on that matter, she needed Spike to seem to leave on his own accord… which was setting off alarm bells as to why he was needed to be away from the school. Maybe he would to talk to someone about it? …Who? And what would he say exactly? ‘Hi, some vampire mistress of hell wants me out and about so I think something bad might be happened… I don’t know what or where or if it’s even involving the school or not, but thought I’d just mention it.’ It was pointless, it was like every other day of the school’s week, it was all in some sort of threat, and Spike frowned, still massaging his wrist for a moment as he stared at the gates.
The strong legs, covered with the grey jeans that the vampire wore, carried Spike distractedly towards the front hall, another set of doors open wide for students to walk through with an air of welcoming to them. The black shirt sat sight against Spike’s chest, contours seen beneath as his arms moved, one still rubbing the other until both fell decidedly to his side. Bright blue eyes peered about the hall, watching the hive of activity as students ascended and descended the stairs, moving from the dorms to the great food hall, or vice versa depending on the time the student rose from bed this morning. It was different here, from all the times he’s ever been here before; it was so different, as if in a new world. The students were a buzz of activity as always, but they were all blended into each other, like a centipede with all it’s hundreds of legs, moving in a chaotic unison. None singled out for their stronger heartbeats, their scents all blurred and too faint to notice well, temptation towards the life they radiated lost with an awe of brilliance and amazement. Thoughts of Willow easily faded, a slight curve tugged at the corner of Spike’s lip as he eyed the scene about him, sometimes peace can be found in the most simple of moments, and sometimes he needed to remind himself about that.
Anyone? Otherwise I’m fine with it being a random post. -nods-
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