Open - AU Event

[idolpire]

who: Spike and whomever
what: AU event - Spike has a soul and is a little crazy because of it
when: 15-24 June
where: His crypt, the abandoned city, alleys in Quarantine.
warnings: Spike is going to be going through some 'stuff' with regaining his soul for this event and will have been tormented by a canon evil for months beforehand, so he'll be semi-lucid to completely off his rocker. This will involve language, mentions of violence and things he's done in the past, self flagellation/self harm, possibly sexual propositions (easily turned down), and unpredictable reactions from him.

In Town - Resouled:
[It happens while he's in town on the evening of the fifteenth. He'd opted to show up for work that night, wanting to see what all the fuss was about and whether or not he could pull it off, or if he wanted to. Heading into the market to pick up something to eat, he felt it. Felt as if he was lifted up off the ground, then turned upside down and tossed around like a rag doll. Images flooded his mind, time passed that he didn't remember. Moments involving the bane of his existence, then a searing, blinding pain that had him dropping to the ground in an aisle, both hands to his head as he struggled with memories and pain. It wasn't the chip. It couldn't be. He hadn't even been thinking about hurting anyone. No, the pain was deeper, moving into the core of him. His hands scrabbled under his shirt, clawing at his chest as if he could get it out. With the pain and confusion came the realization of what it was. What had happened.

Buffy. Sunnydale. The pair of them. Her death. Her resurrection. Them. That moment in the bathroom -- nausea from that, then... the trials. That bloody demon. The burning pain of his soul. Oh. Oh, god no. No. Months in the basement of the new highschool. Months of memories of reliving all his sins, of an evil power whispering things into his ear to drive him mad.

Then reality shifted and he was there, back on that place he'd found himself in, on the ground with the shop keeper coming over to ask him if he was well.]

Not well. Not ever well again. It burns.

In Town - Lost:
[There wasn't the same power here to whisper in his mind, but the damage had been done. Spike finally left the market, wandering out into the city, confused about what was reality and what was all the noise and clutter in his head. A part of him was trying to tell him he had a place here, somewhere to go where it was quiet, but it was hard to hear that part over all the other things clamoring for attention in his mind.

For the next few days/nights, Spike could be found in town in a worsening state. During the day, he might find himself down in the sewer, or windowless rooms or places that would let him stay safe from the sun. He'd be ignoring the device tucked in his pocket, and might be found at any point of the day/night talking or yelling to himself. There's also a possibility of him hurting himself or bearing visible attempts at it. He'll have moments of lucidity that will get longer the longer he's away from The First Evil.]

Home:
[Eventually, he'll remember where he's staying and wind up going there. Anyone who knows where he lives or follows him home will easily find him holed up as he tries to figure out how to exist with a soul now. All in all, Spike's going to be a pathetic wreck of a loser for the rest of this event.]


[Note: As this event will deal with self harm and questionable topics, please let me know what you are or are not comfortable dealing with. I'm available via PM to hash out the specifics.

Comments

[couldkillthedevil]

Yeah, no kidding.

[She can't help but glance back over at him; something in his tone seemed the change. Or maybe it's the matter-of-fact way he says the woman is gone now.]

She an old friend of yours?

[idolpire]

No. I-- maybe? No. Vampires don't have friends.

[They were just tolerated or killed outright. Though, Joyce had always gone just a little further than tolerating him and he felt that reminder that he'd felt bad when she'd passed. Before he'd gotten his soul back.]

[couldkillthedevil]

You didn't sound so sure about that.

[Whoever this woman was, he seemed to care about her enough to miss her. Like that Buffy woman.

They weren't far from the station now, but the sun still skirted the horizon, having not quite set all the way yet. She turned abruptly to tug the blanket down further over his head as they walked. Purely for his protection, of course.]

We're almost there.

[idolpire]

[He flinched when he saw her hand coming towards him, but it didn't hurt him. No hitting from this one. Just a tug downward of the blanket, likely to help against the lower set of the sun in the sky.]

Not really sure of much at the moment. Still not sure why you're being so helpful.

[couldkillthedevil]

I already told you. I'm a cop. It's my job to help people. And no offense, but you were kind of being a public nuisance with all the yelling and smashing trashcans around.

Plus... if you were still here by day time, that wouldn't be good for you, would it?

[idolpire]

Not like the cops I know. More likely to beat a bloke down than wrap them in a blanket.

[He shrugged the blanket up a little higher, blowing a wisp of smoke out of his face as the fabric, and he, smoldered.]

Been here in the day. There's always a hole or two. Or I could flip a can over and hide under it. Shadows are good. Been around long enough to stay around, you get me?

[couldkillthedevil]

Sounds like the cops you know shouldn't be cops and are doing it for the wrong reasons.

[There's an edge to her voice there, an obvious displeasure at his comment. She's met her fair share of crappy cops on power trips before, but it never ceases to anger her. Gives a bad name to all of them.]

I do. But if there's an option between hiding in a hole or dumpster until the sun sets and getting a way to where you're staying, I'd take the latter option anytime.

[idolpire]

Can't really blame most of them. It's a shite job, and even more so when you're stuck on the Hellmouth. Does a number on you. Too many bodies.

[He'd been the reason for a lot of them himself, but that was... well. A lifetime ago, it seemed.]

Humans generally do. The whole concept of 'home' really sticks with you lot.

[couldkillthedevil]

I can when they've taken an oath to protect and serve the people they're hurting. If it's too much then they shouldn't bother with it. [A pause.] Hellmouth...?

Mm. So you don't? Believe in the concept of home, that is? Weren't you human once?

[idolpire]

Hellmouth. Mouth to a Hell dimension. It draws in a lot of nasty types and can have an effect on the people that live over it.

[He'd gotten the worst of that later on in his days there, the evil whispering in his ear, twisting his mind, making him a weapon...]

Once. Now I'm not. Home is for people that have a life ahead of them. I've got nothing but death for the rest of my existence.

[couldkillthedevil]

So, what, you just have an entire city sitting on a portal to Hell? Is that what you're getting at here?

[The more she hears about all these different worlds and apocalyptic catastrophes, the better she feels about not being a part of it. As far as she knows, anyhow.

Satan is her closest confidant, after all.]

But you're obviously still here. Not alive, but you're not just buried somewhere. You're talking to me, which should be impossible if you're dead. And even if it's not a home, it's still somewhere to go. I don't consider this place home either.

[idolpire]

Well, it's mostly the high school sitting on it, but it attracts all sorts. One has to be a little evil to willingly live around a Hellmouth.

[Or have an evil mayor. Or evil police force. Or... whatever. Sunnydale had its fair share of problems, but so did anywhere in the world. Look at LA. Full of an evil law firm.]

Undead, pet. I got loads of places to go. The alley was one of them. A hole in the ground's another. I don't need a home.

[couldkillthedevil]

Uh... huh. A high school. Right. Because high school is hell, is that it?

[Maybe they can have a good old chat about all of that when he's not crazy anymore.]

Mm. The vampire doth protest too much.

[idolpire]

I found it ironic myself. More so when they rebuilt the school after the last one got blown up with a giant worm demon mayor in it. Humans never learn.

[Spike turned to give Chloe a look, flinching when a slash of light bit across his skin, making it smoke and sear.]

The vampire knows what he's talking about.

[couldkillthedevil]

I don't know where the Hell you came from, but it's not the world I'm familiar with, that's for sure. And if it is, then I think I'd prefer to live in denial.

[She flinched with him out of reflex, sighing before tugging the blanket back down over his face. Really, Spike.]

Yeah, well, no offense, but if the Devil himself and his right-hand demon can make friends with us mere mortals, then I'd have to say it's not impossible for a vampire.

[idolpire]

It's hard to make friends with your food, love. It's like naming your burger before taking a bite.

[couldkillthedevil]

I'll remember that if I ever see you in a dark alley again.

[They take another corner and before long, they've made it to the station. She holds out a hand to direct him to stop.]

We're here.

[idolpire]

[He's still watching her, probably more intently than she knows, and when she signals for him to stop, he does, finding a deeper bit of shade to step into.]

Yeah? And what now? I go find the room with all the little lost vampires?

[couldkillthedevil]

[Is the crazy making him an ass, or is that just his winning personality? She rolls her eyes and gestures for him to follow her inside.]

More like I was going to try and look you up in the records to see if I can get an address, but you feel free to do what you want.

[idolpire]

[It's a bit of both.]

You really that set on tucking me into bed all nice and cozy? Seems a bit daft to trust a vampire like that.

[couldkillthedevil]

[She's barely let him finish his whole sentence before she's already moving to the door, not bothering to check if he's following.]

Then by all means, stay out here for the night if you want. I have other work to take care of anyhow.

[idolpire]

Don't know why you even bothered to stop, really. Without backup? Against an unknown psychotic? For a mum, even a police mum, you seem prone to bad choices, pet.

[couldkillthedevil]

[That does get her to stop. She turns around to throw him an arched brow.]

For a vampire that's been going on and on this whole time about not making friends with his burgers, you sure do seem concerned about my well-being.

[idolpire]

It's different.

[Or maybe he was. He couldn't tell anymore, the leash he had on his thoughts slipping free a little.]

I'm different. Won't eat the meals on wheels...

[couldkillthedevil]

[Oh, Spike. So prickly. So helpless.

She takes the steps back down to stand in front of him.]

I'll take that as you being charitable. Come on. You can brood somewhere else after I figure out where you're haunting.