13341/Morning After

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Morning After
Date of Scene: 20 May 2021
Location: Brendan Cemetery, Sunnydale
Synopsis: After patching up Spike, Buffy leaves with Chinese takeaway, then bumps into others who want a piece of her..Or something.
Cast of Characters: Spike, Buffy Summers, Blade, Phantasm (Drago), Thomas Raith
Tinyplot: Open Door
Tinyplot2: Digging Up The Past


Spike has posed:
With Buffy tired enough from the night before that she had collapsed back into Spike's couch, head on his shoulders, Spike had stayed with her, letting her sleep. He didn't have the heart to move, for fear of disrupting her sleep. Although he had seriously considered trying to pick her up, and carry her down to his bedroom, so she could sleep there. He was still hurt, and shirtless, with only the bandages partially covering his chest.

His injury was healing nicely, but even for a vampire, these things take time. The Chinese food smelt delicious, but he couldn't touch it with Buffy leaning against him. He would stay up, even as he saw the daylight light up the few stained glass windows of his crypt, against the edge of the door. He was fine. He was safe here.

He would stroke her hair, managed to drape a blanket around her that he kept on the armrest of the couch, but, eventually, he too would fall asleep. Come morning, they had shifted somewhat. He was now on his back, on the couch, with Buffy Summers atop him, still wearing her workout yoga pants and sports bra. Her regular clothes were long since washed, but would need to be put into the dryer down below.

And the Chinese food remained on the coffee table, virtually untouched. At least he had a microwave to reheat them. Spike had an arm around Buffy's waist, and as the one who went to sleep the last, by some distance, he would likely be the one to wake up last, if she could just extricate herself without waking him, easier said than done.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hadn't had a good night's sleep in a while. The apartment she shared with Thomas above the Blue Lady felt cold and empty without him, and in between battling krakens and vampire armies and everything in between, bit to mention checking in on her wounded allies, Buffy hadn't out in a lot of 'me' time.

And so now, she's having quite the peaceful rest, one she hasn't enjoyed in a really long time. Too bad she's in the wrong time and the wrong place, but things are different when you're dreaming, when you're sleeping. And sometimes reality and fantasy can get mixed up.

Ocassionally she murmurs Thomas' name in her sleep, but once or twice she actually mentions Spike and really, what the heck is she dreaming? Eventually that dream comes to an end at the crack of Dawn, and she blinks and stretches, peering around before gasping in surprise at her predicament. Wait..What..How? Her eyes widen as she realizes it's not Thomas she's cuddling up to, but Spike, and she quickly but quietly tries to squirm out of his arms..Dammit, why do these things always happen with them?!

Spike has posed:
Spike had his arm around her back, and as she sat up and stretched, it drifted down towards her waist, practically brushing against the top of her yoga pants. He had a look of pure contentment on his face. And yes, as a man, even vampires could have morning glory, which likely only added to Buffy's embarrassment. You'd almost think he planned it this way, except she plopped herself down on the couch next to him and began cuddling. Had he not delayed things, she would have fallen asleep on the train, and for a Vampire Slayer, that wouldn't end well for her. Softly, Spike murmured something, it was soft, but it sounded like 'love you'.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns a bit, tugging down on her short top and suddenly feeling very exposed in her tight outfit. She continues to squiggle out of his grasp which is a slow and painful process, until she's free...Almost there..

And then he goes and says that and her eyes widen, freezing, "Youre crazy.." she murmurs. Or maybe she's crazy for getting into this situation in the first place. Well at least he's asleep and maybe she can sneak out before he wakes up.

She's about to turn to leave, but pauses just a moment, peering at his peaceful sleeping face, and smiles. He looks so cute when he sleeps. Those kind words he said to her..Oh well, maybe he'll never know what she's about to do.

Without thinking, Buffy leans over and gently kisses him softly on the lips, trying not to wake him, before she climbs off the sofa and heads to the kitchen. May as well grab some Chinese food to go before heading home, even if home is yet another empty lonely space..

Spike has posed:
Spike would have appreciated her tight outfit, were he awake to see it in the daylight. Even if the windows were stained glass, or closed, the door was closed, some reflected light got in through the material, the cracks in the doorway, enough to light up a room, at least more than at night, when reflected light was down to street lamps and the like.

He doesn't seem to stir when she calls him crazy, as he is asleep, or doing a darned good job of faking it. He did look good there. Much of the product he put into his hair had dissolved or broken its links, turning his usual slicked back hair into a more natural state, regardless of colour. It looked good on him. The gentle kiss she gives him is subconsciously reciprocated, and Spike was a good kisser, even when asleep. But it was all too fleeting. She would pull away, not seemingly having woken him.

She was always welcome here, Spike had made that clear, as was her family. He had looked after Dawn and Joyce too many times to count. As she began to pack up some of the Chinese food to take with her, he moaned something else. "mmm, Buf-fy." It was Buffy that he always dreamed about. Not Drusilla, certainly not Darla, no one, except her.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is busy packing away a lunch box, using one of the takeaway boxes to pack her meal. Hopefully Spike won't mind too much, and she's pretty hungry anyway as she steals a few bites. She glances towards Spike nervously every so often and tries to hurry it up..

His murmurings don't help either. "Why does this always happen.." she sighs as she puts the box in her backpack and heads fir the door. "Sorry Spike, I know you mean well but.."

Spike has posed:
Spike does mean well. He is a monster, but she makes him feel like a man. He may not have a soul like Angel, the only vampire in history to have one, but he did have a chip, and more than that, he was trying to overcome his nature. He had come so far, but still had a long road to go.

With her packing up, almost ready to go, he mumbled some more in his sleep. It was hard to make out, she might have to lean in to hear it fully. But there was something about 'be together', 'always leave me', and 'I'm trying so hard'. Whatever that meant.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers reaches the door when she hears him, and frowns. "Funny you saying that..You're the one who kept skipping town right when we started getting close again..Only time you ever come back into my life is when the timing is wrong..Whenever I'm trying to move on.." she sighs, "Guess I was always cursed in love though.." she may be talking to herself, hard to tell if he's asleep or just faking it.

Spike has posed:
She may think that he kept skipping town, but it was more complicated than that. And Spike had never truly left her life, though sometimes she had left him, like when she moved to Gotham, leaving him back in Bludhaven. Although he had followed her, taking up residence in the basement of her apartment building. And if she ever truly did want to move on, she could stake him, or just let him know, conclusively, finally, that it was never going to happen. Instead, she spends the night with him, and kisses him on the lips before leaving, all the while trying to convince herself that she didn't feel the way she really did. Once again, he let out a soft moan, "Buuuufffeeeyy." Was it a dream? Was he faking? Was he calling out for her in pain because the bandages weren't right?

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is about to leave Spike's crypt, looking rather annoyed about something. She's carrying a box of Chinese takeaway and oddly dressed in her workout clothes consisting of olive green yoga pants and a matching sports bra top. Spike is asleep on the sofa, shirtless but thankfully wearing pants. Looks like his bandages have been recently rewrapped too.

Unfortunately, looks like she left her slime soaked clothes in the laundry room and her phone fell underneath the couch cushion..Hopefully no one is about to call her!

Blade has posed:
Blade sent a text ahead of time, simply stating that it was time for a conversation. Before Buffy can leave, Blade is standing outside of the crypt, still as a statue, waiting for her. He looks towards the rising sun for a moment but wastes little time reiterating what he said in his text, "Time for a talk."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Of course when you're depending on something to be nice and peceful... the phone makes its usual notification tones. Over in New York, Nick has found himself with the free time to go make an inquiry. But before he makes the trek over to another city, it makes sense to ask first. So, text he does. Hopefully Buffy actually had names set up in her contacts. Otherwise this is going to be confusing: 'Need to talk in person. When and where?'

Spike has posed:
Spike lay on the couch, shirtless, bandages over part of his chest where the rebar had gone through a few days ago, wearing his pants, socks, and shoes, the blanket having been pulled off when Buffy got up. He seemed to be asleep. But then there was the chirp of a message being delivered to a phone. It seemed to be coming from underneath him. The first one had him stirring, but still seemingly asleep. The second one definitely woke him up, assuming of course that he hadn't been playing possum the whole time. It was so hard to tell with Spike. He streteched, inadvertently pulling at some of the bandages, and began looking for the source of the noise. It a phone that had slipped down between the back of the couch and the seat cushion. He pulled it open, and saw two text messages. "Busy girl," he said with a smile, as he saw, "two men want to talk to you, and none of them are who you think." Spike held out the phone for her, but hadn't yet got up off the couch.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks as her phone rings, somehow stuck under Spike's couch (how did that happen?) and is now ringing like crazy. Ohh great, this day just gets better and better. "Give me that!" she darts away from the door and attempts to snatch the phone from him, furiously typing away on it. Of course, she forgot that she was supposed to talk to Blade about something, Nick too. But she's a bit sad to see that Thomas hasn't replied yet.

"Oh..They're just outside.." Buffy doesn't even care if it's broad daylight as she taps a response for them to meet her outside Spike's crypt..Or in, doesn't really matter. She opens the door, letting in sunlight. "Over here!" she waves to them.

Blade has posed:
Blade doesn't move, "If your vampire boyfriend wants to join our conversation, he's welcome to join us, outside." He just grins, the type of grin where you know someone is just being a jerk. "That goes for anyone else you've got in there with you. I asked to speak with you, Buffy, not your gang of leeches." He's exaggerating but he's clearly not keen on bending the rules, or making exceptions very often.

He gestures at his side, "Shall we?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
'Vmm. Vmm.'

Nick's eyes glance back to the phone as it vibrates in response. Thumbing through the buttons on the Nokia he glances to the small display before giving a nod. Locking the screen and sliding it into his pocket.

After a few moments. A raven pops out of nothing, adjusting its path, it flys the rest of the way towards the crypt.

Spike has posed:
Spike laughed as Buffy freaked out that he had her phone through no fault of his own. As she darts away from the door and snatches it out of his grasp, he lets her. Just smiling and laughing at her overreaction. It's not like he would have gone looking for naked selfies or anything. "They are?" He asked, fat good it did him in the day. He was stuck in his crypt until it was dark out. Either that or he would have to wear a blanket, hoodie, or some other means of getting through the day. Vampires had a nasty habit of catching on fire in direct sunlight.

While she typed, he brought a finger to his lip, idly tapping it in thought. At one point, he pulled the finger away, brushing against his upper lip, right under his nostrils. "Hmm," he thought. Then he heard Blade. Deciding to take the piss, he shouted, "hang on, let me get a shirt on first." Spike would rise from his seat on the couch, looking for a shirt. "Oh, right," and he remembered it was in the wash. So he was happy to remain shirtless for now.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The text on Buffy's phone from Thomas is a little obscure. "Me+You, Vodka, Sloe Gin, Southern Comfort, Orange Juice, Galliano. -_^" Whatever that could possibly mean. Added a few moments later by "If your not busy, I'm thinking that little diner for breakfast?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks as she spots Blade in the bright sunlight..She's still not exactly sure what he is, but apparently not a vampire as he doesn't go poof in the sunlight. Well that's some relief, but she's still a bit wary of him, even if he was a reliable ally in the fight in the subways. "Blade, hey.." she smirks, "You know, we've already been through this. Spike is not a leech, and he's definitely not my boyfriend..Setiously, why does everyone make that mistake?"

She shrugs, stepping into the sunlight, "But yes, we should talk..Thanks for coming. It's ok, I'd trust Spike with my life, he's not like the others..Anything you say in front of me you can say in front of him." The raven is noted with a small smile too. "Hey, Nick. How you been?"

Her phone rings again and Buffy blinks at it, smile broadening at who it is, texting in another message to let him know where she is and to bring drinks because why not?

Blade has posed:
Blade is done with his attempts at aggravating humor and gets to the point, not even acknowledging Nick yet, "The other night in the subway tunnel convinced me that you know what you're doing. I don't know anything about "slayers", never met one before you, but it's clear that you're not a normal hunter. Neither am I."

"I don't run with my old team anymore, in fact I tend to work alone for the most part these days, and nights. There's something coming.. worse than vampires." He doesn't care who can hear him at this point, "Demonic, big time demonic level shit, at least that's the feeling I am getting. It's hard to say right now but I've been in overdrive, gathering resources, stockpiling actually. I don't have to know exactly what it is. I just know that it needs to die when it makes its' move."

"Grapevine says you've dealt with demons before, bad ones, and if this is what I'm looking at, you're qualified to help. The battle in the subway wasn't normal vampire activity. That was weird, even for me, and I think I'd be naive to think that it's not somehow related to the rumors I've been hearing the past couple of years."

Blade normally doesn't talk this much but it's for a good cause!

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The large purplish black bird glides in upon the grounds. Leaning back, the feathers on the wings fan out a bit more as he slows his descent. Talons latch upon a nearby tombstone as he lands.

The bird looks to Blade, to the doorway of the open crypt, then to Buffy. "Still breathing." The bird replies. Which... to those with the hearing would know to be a lie. "...sort of." He lifts a wing in greeting to Blade, before drifting to quiet. The vampire had been there first, after all. Buffy sure does pick odd places to be having office hours.

Spike has posed:
"I honestly have no idea," Spike cheerfully adds when Buffy again claims that Spike is not in fact her boyfriend. She just treats him like it. Except for the good parts, those were reserved for another. They had a weird relationship. And then Spike's heart, which hasn't beaten in almost two hundred years, breaks a little, as Buffy slips out of his crypt, into the light, and to who knows where. Unable to follow, she did not see the effect her actions had on him, as vampires weren't able to go into the sunlight. Incubuses could. Dhampires could. But not vampires. She had left him, yet again, discarded like the dirty rag that he was. She came to him for emotional support when she needed him, but that support given, she now needed something physical. If it weren't so used to it, it would hurt more.

Hearing the discussion going on outside, Spike decided to get up, leaving the Chinese food he had ordered for Buffy and himself last night, almost entirely untouched, on the coffee table, while he climbed down to the cave, where he had his bedroom, and clothes, so he could put on a shirt, and a hoodie, in case he went outside and decided to catch on fire.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The cemetery... of course she was at the cemetery. Some guys have girlfriends who like to do things like Shop, or get their nails done. Still he can't help but smirk and within a few minutes the big cat sound of a car engine approaching can be heard, along with the strings of the Bon Jovi classic "You give love a bad name."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods slowly to Blade, "I agree. Something big is going down, and I don't think those vamps just fled. They're probably regrouping, plotting something bigger. We should head back to the subway, check out their abandoned stronghold. There might be some clues there."

She does frown a bit as she thinks, "I've seen you in action, you're definitely not a normal human..At first glance, I'd say you fight like a Slayer, but I've never heard of a male Slayer." Buffy shrugs, glancing around, "You're welcome to join me, just remember I work in a team"

Oh, she's well aware of Spike in the crypt, and she doesn't linger far from there either, almost as if she's hovering protectively over the entrance, just in case Blade decides to charge in and try and kill Spike. Honestly it's for his own good, or so she's convinced.

She nods to Nick, "You wanted to talk t me about something?" and in the midst of everything, she is well aware of a familiar rev of engine and a familiar loud song blaring over a usually quiet place. She smiles quietly and waits patiently.

Blade has posed:
Blade doesn't move, "Allies I can do. Not much for friends." Buffy can take that as she will, "I will never die of old age. If I live to be a thousand years old, or older, my sole purpose to slaughter as many monsters as I can. If that's your goal? We'll get along just fine. I can get over your vampire friends and whatever else you 'hang with.' They aren't my problem, so if they step out of line, it's on you."

"But it sounds like our instincts are in sync otherwise. This is the prelude to something that neither of us are going to want to hear about. But we're gonna know soon enough. Count on it."

He still doesn't confirm or deny exactly what he is. It's complicated...

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith parks the white Corvette and slides out carrying what is obviously /not/ booziey drinks, but what looks like iced coffees. He looks around casually walking towards his lover with a smooth confident stride the hesitates as soon as he sees whom she is talking to. "Empty night.." He mutters softly under his breath... but walks up anyway. He hands buffy her coffee first, whispering something in her ear, then turns toward Blade, inclining his head. "Daywalker." he says simply, adding "I honestly thought my sister made you up."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Buffy directs her attention over to him, the bird nods. "Yeah. I'll try and make this quick." Nick answers, "That tech person who helped us get into that warehouse last year... think you could get them to contact a friend of mine?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers chuckles a bit, shaking her head, "How can you expect to survive in this cold cruel world without friends? Must be a very lonely existence." she shrugs though, arching a brow at his age, "Oh yeah? You sure age well..Is that oil of Olay you're using? I mean seriously, what's your secret?" still, she shrugs, "Ohh, Okaay. I mean, allies are always useful. If you're right about this, I can take all the help I can get. And yeah, killing as many demons as I can, *evil* demons, is kinda my night job." she shrugs and smirks.

When Nick mentions the 'tech person' she arches a curious brow, trying to think back. Buffy had only co tacted the talented Spider Byte once or twice but he had says she could call on him when needed. "If you mean Spiderbyte, then yeah, sure. Who's the friend? Any messages to pass along?"

When Thomas finally arrives, she smiles, accepting the coffee and leaning into him a little, "Hey, what took you so long?" her smile fades though as he mentions that name. Daywalker? What's that?"

Blade has posed:
Blade smirks lightly, "That isn't your problem is it? I get along just fine. Now.. I've held off going after New York's vampire 'elite'.." He says elite with utter disdain in his tone, "..because it sounded like you have a plan already."

"Which brings us to the main reason why I wanted to speak with you. What's our next move? I don't care whether or not I'm spearheading this thing. I just want to see it done."

When Thomas arrives and addresses him as 'Daywalker', he gives the vampire a brief look, and then turns his attention back to Buffy, "Another friend of yours?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The raven goes quiet, glancing to the others around. "A friend looking into what happened at the condo." Nick allows, "He came across something that might require the help of those with a GIFT for tech."

Spike has posed:
By now Spike had showed, again, dressed, and applied some cologne, so that when he went up to the main room of his crypt, he would pass any discerning smell tests. It was just one more instance in an endless sea of them of him doing his best, no matter what would happen. With everyone else comfortable to be outside in that terrible sun, he remained inside, taking a seat, and lighting a cigarette. Spike was fine all by himself. He had leftover Chinese food, and there was football about to come on the tele, not that pansy American crap, but real football, with a foot, and a ball.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks and shrugs, "Guess not. Oh well, your loss. Anyway, like I said, we'll find clues in their stronghold, barring that, we'll regroup at the Magic Box. Hit the books, figure out what were up against. I'll keep you updated." she smiles, "Welcome aboard."

To Nick, Buff nods again, "I see, it's been a while since I've seen him, but I'll do what I can..I'll keep you updated on that too." finally she gives one lingering glance towards the crypt, looking a little sad for a moment but shakes her head, taking a sip of her coffee, nodding to Thomas, "Well, it's still early, I have a headache and Chinese food to eat. Let's go home." with that she heads out.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird hops off the tombstone and flies over to Buffy, landing on her shoulder. "Ok good. Just- let me give you the contact number..."