[John almost rolls his eyes. He knows Spike's right, which is what makes him all the more irritating. The street lights are framed with halos, and even Spike's pale face, and shock of blonde hair, have a glow to then.
He's drunk. Drunker than he's allowed himself to be since arriving in this place. John knows he can take care of himself if push comes to stab, but it's not his own person he's concerned about. It's whoever happens to cross his path, and makes the simple, fatal, mistake of crossing him.
If John kills someone tonight, it won't be in self-defense. That would imply he's prey, and not predator. The dark in him, darker than streets, or the night sky, calls for violence. If danger finds him, it's because in some way, he's willed it. Wants it. Craves it, as much, or even moreso, than Spike craves blood.]
S'pose I shouldn't be selfish. Wouldn't want you to go hungry.
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[John almost rolls his eyes. He knows Spike's right, which is what makes him all the more irritating. The street lights are framed with halos, and even Spike's pale face, and shock of blonde hair, have a glow to then.
He's drunk. Drunker than he's allowed himself to be since arriving in this place. John knows he can take care of himself if push comes to stab, but it's not his own person he's concerned about. It's whoever happens to cross his path, and makes the simple, fatal, mistake of crossing him.
If John kills someone tonight, it won't be in self-defense. That would imply he's prey, and not predator. The dark in him, darker than streets, or the night sky, calls for violence. If danger finds him, it's because in some way, he's willed it. Wants it. Craves it, as much, or even moreso, than Spike craves blood.]
S'pose I shouldn't be selfish. Wouldn't want you to go hungry.