11903/Spike and the Gnarlettes.

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Spike and the Gnarlettes.
Date of Scene: 04 August 2020
Location: Darlington Park, Sunnydale (TBD)
Synopsis: Buffy and Spike encounter a nest of paralyzingly demons.
Cast of Characters: Buffy Summers, Spike




Buffy Summers has posed:
It's early evening and hunting time for most vamps. Unfortunately for Spike, he doesn't get to hunt his prey in the usual way, but in his search for reliable blood, he did receive a phonecall from some guy at the bloodbank, who was willing to sell him a large amount of blood for a small fee as he was a butcher and had too much on his hands.

He had agreed to meet him out here in the park, which is actually a decent little place and totally not creepy or covert. Except that this is Bludhaven, and creepy stuff tends to happen. So naturally he is late, but things seem a bit off. One of his bags of blood is fallen on the ground, and there is upturned earth and a torn piece of clothing as if there was a scuffle.

And the scent of fresh blood in the air. He is close, and wounded.

Spike has posed:
     Stubbing out a cigarette Spike wanders tino the clearing area. blood is blood and money isn't so hard to get when you don't have compunctions about stealing it. Bludhaven, center of way too much mystic energy than anyone should get used to standing on.

     The smell of blood in the air catches his attention first and he looks at the ground. Broken bag, plus human blood,"Bollux. Nancy boy probably got himself killed." A sigh and he turns to go back the way he came, but pauses as he realizes how close the smell of human blood is and there is one thing more powerful than an urge to stay out of it....fresh human blood from a source that might be recently dead.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Spike might be able to follow the trail of blood in the air to wherever his contact is..Dead or alive. Whatever the case, if he listens, he may hear what sounds like a muffled cry for help coming from the bottom of a nearby hill deeper into the forested park.

Spike has posed:
     He frowns and pauses to listen a little closer. His eyes narrow and he starts to move a little slower. Something is going on and he really does have to decide between fresh human blood and not caring is starting to get tenuous considering that he can hear the sound of a voice. So much for that much fun.

Buffy Summers has posed:
There is the distinct sound of something being dragged in the mud, another shriek of pain and cry for help, but it's quickly being muffled. There's also the sound of a gleeful giggle of a demonic creature. Another bag of blood might be found if he follows the trail, undoubtedly there is more to be found if he keeps following.

Spike has posed:
     There is that urge to take the bag and go, but he sighs and reaches for his cell. A quick text to give Buffy a text about some general weirdness and where it is. The smart choice would be wait for her to repond or even arrive, but he's bright like that.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Fortunately for Spike, Buffy isn't too far away and already on patrol, but it'll be a while before she gets there. <<Hang in there, I'll be there in 5min!>> she responds. However, who knows how much time this guy has left?

"Please...Someone help....!" he groans, and the sound of scuffling and dragging is heard again, as well as the sound of demonic laughter.

Spike has posed:
     The guy is the least of Spike's concerns really. The fact that Buffy is on her way and will expect him to do something. Stupid text message. A sigh and he sets things down before walking into whatever is coming.

     One thing about him, he does it will flash. Might as well make an entrance. In the opening he goes, eyes scanning the area. He's made too much noise coming this far to try to sneak in now.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Spike will find the source of voice leading him down into a dark, creepy cave. But of course, isn't that where demons just loooove to live? there's the sound of dripping water coming from somewhere, and the very strong scent of raw flesh and blood.

The victim is no longer screaming for help. In fact, it's eerily quiet now. But for those with enhanced hearing, he might just pick up the sound of creatures scuttling, moving very fast in the shadows, lurking about, watching him..Waiting..

One such creature rushes quickly at him, claws outstretched, attempting to slash at his legs before dashing back into the shadows again.

Spike has posed:
     Nobody can say unlife is boring at least. He's watched enough Manchester United to know how to execute a good strike at the creature's head, kicking it with all the force he can generate and that's a lot.

     Eyes looking around a creatures on the peripheral edges,"I swear I need ta start carrying a shotgun." he growls darkly and looks back at the nearest wall and backs against it.

Buffy Summers has posed:
The first creature shrieks and darts back, but it's quick and agile and it was only a grazing strike. It dashes at him again, followed by more, maybe three more small, childsized creatures, but they're incredibly fast, their claws long and vicious should they hit their prey.

"Ssssssilly vampire! Meat tough, but my babies are hungry!" hisses the disturbingly creepy voice of the larger shadowy figure, all of them a pale sickly white but bony, full of long claws and fangs, crawling on all fours in spite of their humanoid appearance with long spindly legs and arms.

Spike has posed:
     "Bloody hell!" Spike snarls when he sees the grown up version of the mess he's in. A shake of hsi head and he switches his tactics. Kicking the one away didn't help so the next one to get close gets stepped on...right on the head. He will get at least that one before the rest run his over.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Hahahaha!! Silly vampireee......Come closssserr....." There is a shriek as one of the baby gnarls is stepped on, staggering back and falling motionless. The momma gnarl's voice turns just as quickly from amusement to anger. "How DARE you hurt my children!? You. Will. PAY!"

And she charges at him, must faster and stronger than her children, lashing out at him with those long, deadly claws again.

The victim is still down here, Spike can smell the blood, and the blood bags are nearby. The majority of the gnarlettes are surrounding him, feeding off of him. He can maybe make out some six of the babies in total. Plus the momma. This may take a while.

Spike has posed:
     He manages to straight arm punch one of the babies before the paralysis starts to settle in. They start to climb on him and peel skin he manages a muffled,"Hut du huck?" Well...you get the idea. A few peels and he growl through closed lips.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"There, that's a goooood vampirreeeee...." the mother gnurl coos as she crawls over his body. And watches over her babies as they peel off strips of his skin. By this time he can probably see their previous victim, dead, flayed, bleeding, fresh blood everywhere, so very...Tasty. So far away.

At least he managed to take down two babies, leaving four plus the momma. And the babies excitedly crawl over his rapidly stiffening body, eagerly continuing to pull strips off his body. He could probably recover, assuming they dont take too much of his blood when they flay him alive.

But there are a lot of them, and they're very hungry. There might not be a lot of blood left by the time they're done with him. "How nice of you to drop by, I do hope you bring more friendssssss!" hisses the mother Gnurl.

Spike has posed:
     Only so many ways he can die and being flayed alive isn't one of them. Of course he isn't alive really to start with. Still there is a lot of muffled swearing and trying to twitch and jerk away from them. He can't get away and oh the payback he's already considering. Playing dead isn't hard when you are.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Of course they go for the clothes first, ripping open the shirt, peeling layers of skin underneath. But it's a slow and torturous process, and they'r ereally enjoying this, licking their lips as they continue to dine on his skin. It's pretty gruesome really, and disturbing that these little monsters will one day grow up into huge monsters.

"Oooh, poor, poor vampire, he has no clever comebacks for us! Pooor...Pooor....AAAAAH!" the mother gnarl shrieks in pain her head is sliced off by a giant battleaxe. Followed by a lot of hacking and slashing at the smaller gnarlettes.

Fortunately for Spike, only two of the gnarlettes slashed at him, and once those particular gnarls are killed, he will slowly find his sensations coming back, but it may take a few minutes to get the feeling back in his limbs.

"Heh, Spike. Sorry I'm late. You look like hell.." she smirks as she continues to swing and dance and slash at the gnarls. But dammit, they are fast and her vision is hampered a bit from the darkness.

"A little help here would be appreciated!"

Spike has posed:
     Annoyance to say the least. He starts to feel his body again and he raises his knees to his chest. A moment later he is on his feet and looking for something to kill. Nearest critter is kicked and the next one is stepped on.

     Oh the squishy sound of body under foot. A moment to look around to see what else might be too close and willing to let him kill it,"Come here little nasty things. Let Spike step on your worthless heads."

Buffy Summers has posed:
The nasty little things shriek as two of them are instantly squished by Spike's heel. Buffy finishes off a few more until there is just the one baby gnarl left, cowering over the other dead body in the cave. But glancing between the two of them, it backs off and darts away, fleeing for its life.

Buffy sighs, glancing around at the dead body and wrinkles her nose, noticing the several bags of blood falling out of his shoulder bag. "Dammit, do you know that guy, Spike?" she blinks then, stepping towards him, concern crossing her face as she realizes that he took quite a nasty beating himself from the things.

"Hey, are you okay? Might wanna get that looked at before you get an infection.." she frowns, careful not to touch his bleeding chest, but obviously worried about him.

Spike has posed:
     "I don't know him." he lies with a shake of his head. Looking at the wounds he laughs softly,"What can I say I wanted to look pretty for you." Leaning against the wall he looks at the last one and reaches into his coat pocket. Cigarette and Zippo in hand. A snap of fire and he takes a slow drag. He exhales slowly and pulls a stake out of his pocket, looking again at the last one.

     "You want to put it down or want me to?" he asks. Placing the cigarette in his mouth he flips the stake end to end and studies the distance between him and the last one. They are too fast to catch, but there are other things.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs, taking a step nearer, too near for comfort but she really is worried about all those opened wounds. fortunately she is wearing a summer scarf and she pulls it off her neck and very gently starts wrapping it around his mid section.

"This should stop the bleeding a little til we can get you cleaned up.." she shrugs as she watches the baby gnarl whimpering in a corner.

"You know, I almost feel sorry for the thing. Almost. I don't really care at this point. I must be getting soft.."

She is more concerned with the dead guy and kneels in front of him, checking his vitals but at this point there's not much to be done for him. "Interesting, he's carrying all these blood bags..." eyes narrow on Spike, "You sure this wasn't just an accidental stumbling upon him?" now she's wary.

Spike has posed:
     There is a quick, really abrupt movement of his wrist and the stake goes through the thing's head. He makes a face at attention she pays to his wounds,"I'm not going to bleed to death love." he assures you.

     "I smelled blood in the park. The joys of being me." he replies despite the general discomfort she is putting on him trying to treat him,"You have a real knack for torture Buffy. You should look into it."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles and shakes her head. "Don't be an idiot and just let me help you for once..I suppose you'll probably want those blood bags too.." she nods towards the spilled bags. Some of them burst but a few remain untouched. "At least it's better than stealing right? too bad we couldn't save him.."