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Spike	It was night. Most of the people of Empire Bay were at home, asleep in their soft beds. But not Spike. He was at the Harbor, on a stretch of overpass road. A helicopter flew overhead, investigating a smoking van on the overpass, where two men were having some kind of car trouble. Another truck drove down the street that went under the overpass, delivering boxes to a warehouse. And the music coming from a strip club echoed through the air. Not really one that Spike would enjoy, this was a Chippendales. In fact, a man who looked curiously like Thor was heading into the back entrance. Spike leaned back against the railing, fishing for a box of cigarettes from one of his pockets, and his favorite lighter, creating a small fire that glowed in the dark.
Spike	It was night. Most of the people of Empire Bay were at home, asleep in their soft beds. But not Spike. He was at the Harbor, on a stretch of overpass road. A helicopter flew overhead, investigating a smoking van on the overpass, where two men were having some kind of car trouble. Another truck drove down the street that went under the overpass, delivering boxes to a warehouse. And the music coming from a strip club echoed through the air. Not really one that Spike would enjoy, this was a Chippendales. In fact, a man who looked curiously like Thor was heading into the back entrance. Spike leaned back against the railing, fishing for a box of cigarettes from one of his pockets, and his favorite lighter, creating a small fire that glowed in the dark.
Faith Lehane	Not everyone felt they were locked down to Sunnydale. Thus, the other Slayer, who existed thanks to a technicality the creators of her kind never could've imagined, often was not to be found in the little dale of sunshine. Buffy had that covered as far as she was concerned. Faith was better off turning her attention to other cities. And it kept her away from Slayer Barbie. Faith had a tendency to be too blunt, too crass and just too tactless to deal with some people being snowflakes. She was following her instincts and Slayer sense. There was something in this area and she was trying to learn to pinpoint. It wasn't going all that well then she saw that little burst of flame and the glow of a cigarette. Likely nothing but she moved that direction to find Spike. "Seriously? I get out of the suburbs and still find you?"
Spike	If Buffy was Slayer Barbie, what did that make Faith? We all knew who Ken would be. But who would Spike be in that analogy? Spike didn't miss a beat, giving a practiced shake of his cigarette carton, offering one to Faith. "Well, that is generally what happens when you stalk someone. I didn't figure that I'd be your type though. Too much of a challenge. You always seemed more like the kind of girl who'd go for someone you could wrap around your little finger, or whatever came to mind." A group of women spilled out from the women's club, laughing, clearly drunk, and talking about the dancers. One of them looked ill. Like she might puke at any moment. The men continued to work on their truck, the front of the engine still open, and a plume of smoke rising high into the air. One of them hit something with a hefty wrench, and it began to make a different noise. Was it better, or did they just make it much worse?
Faith Lehane	The percussion maintenance caught her attention and Faith glanced the direction of the truck. Not that she could help. Or would even if she knew how. Just it was one of those sounds that drew the eye that direction. She took one of the offered packs of cigarettes out of the carton, unwrapping the plastic and opening the lid so she could pull out one of the cancer sticks. With Slayer physiology, she apparently didn't have to worry about it so why give up her smoking? "You wish I was stalking you," she muttered, cigarette between her lips as she tucked the pack in one pocket and pulled her lighter out of the other. She puffed the cigarette to life and put the lighter away. Then she took a long drag, eyes shifting to watch the women coming out of the club. Entirely too prey like for her comfort so she figured she might keep an eye. From a distance cause social standards and stuff. Besides, Spike was fun to hang out with. Anyone had told her a couple of years back she'd like a vampire, she would've punched them.
Spike	"So long as you remember the 'L' in there," Spike added, as he slid the box back into one of the pockets in his coat. Take the 'L' out of stalking, and you have staking, something very bad for a vampire like him. The women who came out of the club took a turn down an alleyway, either to become full on victims, for the sick one to puke, or to try and cut through to another street. "So, what'cha think, lunchmeat?" And he gestured with a slight tilt of his head towards the trio of women. The men continued to work on their vehicle. Though one of them seemed to be looking in the direction of the drunk women. Just a man checking a girl out, or was it something more?
Faith Lehane	"I think some people deserve to be eaten," Faith muttered as she frowned darkly. "I mean yeah, you shouldn't have to worry about being attacked. But to just invite it by going down a dark alley? That is literally the worst thing to do. I know these people have seen movies and tv shows." Yet despite her complaining, Faith knew she was going to head that direction to keep an eye on the women. To make sure they were safe. The attention of the guys at the truck was noted but she couldn't be sure their motivation. Looking was okay. Following people into an alley, not so much. She took another drag off her cigarette because she had the feeling, she wouldn't get to finish it. Maybe she was just paranoid. "Thanks for the ciggies. I better go make sure they get where they are going."
Spike	Spike's head was lowered, slightly, but his eyes looked up at Faith, in that surprised, yet casual, look he could give. "That a fact?" She believed some people deserved to be eaten. "Not exactly in the Slayer's Handbook, now is it?" He took another drag of his cigarette. "You do that," Spike said, as a chipped vampire and a Slayer was a bit of overkill to look after some women on a stag do. The man continued to look, but did not follow after them. The women disappeared, but could still be heard by those with enhanced hearing. And if close enough, even without it. It seemed that one of the women was throwing up, while another held her hair, and the third was the lookout for a bouncer or something.
Faith Lehane	"Neither is having two Slayers. They broke the mold with me," Faith said with a grin, moving a little away from him until she picked up the sounds from that alley. She made a face and shook her head. "Nope. Don't need to see it. If I hear that stop or a fight start, then I'll go that way. And I better not get anything on my boot." Because there were limits. She wasn't getting paid for this shit! "Keep an eye on the guys?" she asked him, since he was a little closer that direction. After all, they could still be prey too. That was the deal. Anyone could be when monsters were involved. But she continued on their conversation. "What's it called? D something." She frowned a little then snapped her fingers. "Darwin. Some of these people deserve that award for getting killed in stupid ways."
Spike	"I'm sure it'll all sort itself out whenever Buffy bites the big one, or gets bit." That was more likely. "Line passed from Buffy to Kendra, Kendra to you, you to... probably someone named Daenerys or Elsa." How the hell did Spike know about Daenerys Targaryen and Queen Elsa, or how many girls were named after them? He had always been socialable for a vampire, but his pop culture knowledge took on a whole new level. He moved with her, a little behind, and more leisurely, showing how he was paralysed with not caring. "You're the boss," he would say, when she asked him to keep an on the two men trying to fix their truck for her. "I bet you've got stories to tell of people who deserved that award?"
Faith Lehane	"I think every Slayer does," Faith replied with a little nod. She took another drag, lowering her hand and holding the cigarette between two fingers as she continued listening for the women in the alley. Still all good at the moment. "Can add every Slayer to it too. I mean seriously. We don't get paid. We could do anything we want but instead most just mope around like Buffy with how it's such a burden. And they they go into something they know they shouldn't and get themselves killed." She considered a moment, glancing over at him. "Though the two you wasted probably weren't expecting to get taken out by a single vamp."
Spike	"Well, I don't like to brag..." and his cool exterior turned into a sly grin, "who am I kidding," he started laughing as he said it, "I love to brag." Though the grin and laughter drew the attention of the guys, who seemed to have finally gotten their van working again. At least it sounded like it to Spike. One of them shook his head at the vampire, and then, while it was still making the sounds of running, one closed the hood, the other jumped into the driver's seat, and they were going to see if they could at least get going. Taking another drag of his cigarette, Spike knew that the blow by blow, wouldn't work with Faith. She was a different animal to Buffy. She preferred things to get to the point, and so he said, "it all comes down to one bad day, luv. Everybody has them, vampire, human, slayer, everyone. You have a bad day in this business, it's yer last." Then, just because he could, he completely changed the subject, and asked, "I ever tell you how I helped stop Jack the Ripper?" Yes, he loved to brag.
Faith Lehane	The protest and then admission about bragging had Faith grinning despite herself. He really did like to brag. And it got worse when he was tipsy. Being he had become her main drinking partner in the last few months, she knew that all too well. But she did pay attention to his explanation. "One bad day." She nodded suddenly. "And that is why all of us should live like there is no tomorrow. Not sure why I can't get that through Buffy's head. Mabye too much bleach effects the brain cells," she said then looked at Spike's head. "Or maybe not." Cause he seemed far smarter than he had any right to be. "Why yes, you have told me about how you helped stop him but I'm always up for hearing the story again."
Spike	Spike had told her about it, or at least, part of it. The part that reflected well on himself. He had a habit of sugar coating the truth, even when talking about things he felt no guilt for. He was, and is, a soulless vampire. He lacks a conscience. Take the chip out of his head, and he'd happily rip Faith's throat out. At least that's what he wanted to think. The longer he had the chip, the deeper the connections he made with the Scoobies, the less he felt the desire to hurt them. Love was a funny thing, even when unrequited. "No different than living as a vampire. Somebody opens a door or window at the wrong time of day, accidentally set yourself on fire while having a smoke, plenty o' ways to off us. And that's without teenage girls with the strength of ten roaming about." "Anyway, Elizabeth Stride, Jack's third victim, was one of your predecessors. Shy, timid girl, totally unsuited to being a Slayer. Unlike yourself, naturally. You know, her watcher even said that her death would be for the betterment of the Council. Prick. I didn't even bother to eat him." Spike may or may not have mentioned before that he killed Sir James, or Jimmy, as he liked to be called. "She offered us, Dru, Angelus, Darla, and yours truly, a truce, if we helped her track Jack down. We did. For all the good it did us." He had never actually explained how Jack disappeared, perhaps he didn't know, perhaps he was keeping that part of the story to himself. "You ought to try it," the bleach he meant, "it's all the rage these days, women with blonde hair on top, and dark eyebrows." Nobody was fooled by it. Yet still they tried.
Faith Lehane	She did not remember that he'd killed the watcher. Had he mentioned it when they were drinking and she was too far gone to remember? Or was it left out in the previous telling? She didn't think it was important enough to ask. "I'm surprised that the four of you even gave a shit enough to stop him. I mean, was he causing you problems with hunting since all the authorities were on higher alert?" Seemed Elizabeth Stride had a bad day. Even after asking for their help, considering she was the third victim. She did shake her head negatively as she ran a hand through her wavy dark hair. "No way. In my experience, I have yet to find a blonde who has more fun than I do. Current company included."
Spike	"Bingo, give the lady a prize." Jack was drawing so much attention to London at night, that it was hard to get a decent meal without someone noticing. "He was the world's first serial killer to make international headlines. People were reading about him in bloody Borneo." And as for that last remark, "well, I'm not that easy," and he acted insulted, like a jilted lover, although they both knew it was all an act.
Faith Lehane	"Did you just say I'm easy?" Becuase that is how it sounded to her. Faith looked over at him, arching a brow. She almost looks like she's considering but then she smirks. "Alright, you're not wrong. But still. You don't have to say it outloud." Seemed that the people they were babysitting were going to be just fine. It was a little disappointing but in the end a good thing. "I should get moving along. A bit more patrolling I want to do before the sun comes up," she said, glancing up at the sky as though the sun might appear there just by mention. There were still a few hours of darkness ahead of them.
Spike	Spike gave her a neutral look. That man could definitely do well in a staring contest, as she broke into a smirk first, one that was reciprocated soon after. "From now on, I swear to only say it in sharpie on in the toilet stalls." Always finding a way around, wasn't he? "Right, I suppose I should see if I can dust a few vampires, demons, or other nasties, before heading back to the crypt." Spike planned to 'patrol' in the same general direction of his crypt, as it sucked getting stuck somewhere unfamiliar during the day.