breakmychest

Been a lot of talk around here about vampires lately. It's time I added my two cents.

[Spike is sitting on the arm of the chair in his room, looking pretty calm. He's thought a little bit about what to say, and... well, he probably won't say anything remotely like what he's got planned, so it's time to start talking.]

Now as a lot of you probably know, I'm a vampire. I've never hid it. Before you start hiding your young and locking your doors with garlic or whatever, you should know, I'm a warden, I'm a hero, and I don't eat people. [He pauses for a moment and frowns.] Also, garlic doesn't work on my sort of vampire, so, you know, waste of time.

But what I am now doesn't change what I've done, and it doesn't change what a vampire is. There's a reason legends paint us as blood sucking monsters. [He shifts his features, letting his fangs slide out and his forehead wrinkle up. He's a lot less pretty this way.] Now, of course, I know the sort of vampire from my world best, and I'm sure there's some dimension where the vampires are sparkly lightweights that only drink dewdrops, but that's the exception. In most dimensions, you'd be hard pressed to find a vampire that hasn't killed before. I've killed before. Never hid that either. Probably killed more than most of the inmates here, seeing as I had over a century to do it. [He shakes his head, human features coming back to the front.]

That's not who I am anymore. Certain girl made me see the world a bit differently. That's a long story that I'm not getting into now, but I went from one of the worst to one of the best. Really, one of only two good ones. [A beat. Spike can't help but be competitive about Angel.] And for the record, I'm loads better than he is. And unlike him I chose this. He was cursed!

So why am I telling you all this? I don't know. Sodding Dracula, probably. Point I'm trying to make is that thinking vampires are evil killers isn't really being bigoted or anything, but like anyone here, they can change. If they want it hard enough. And, of course, they have to acknowledge what they are as well.

[He shrugs and smirks, looking all too pleased with himself.] Then again, maybe not. After all, I am really bloody special.

[Warden Filter]

Who's Dracula's warden? We should talk.

[Private to Elphaba]

Been a while since we talked, hasn't it? How's the friend-making and nursing going? You need anything?

[Private to Buffy]

So, uh, I was thinking. Might be nice to, you know, spend some time together. Just us. Maybe in the CES. We could... have food. Or something.

[Yes, this is him asking Buffy out on a date. It's... not exactly coming out as he intended.]

And just like that, no more Dru. Can't say I'll miss her, exactly, but I'd have liked it if she could've graduated. I mean, we had fun, back in the bad old days. Not saying I'd go back to being an evil killer. There's the soul-crushing guilt keeping me from that, and besides, I like being a hero. I'm way better at it than I ever was at being the Big Bad.

[He's quiet for a moment.]

Still, before she turned me, I was a bloody pathetic poofter. People were calling me "William the Bloody" started before I died, you know, and it wasn't because of anything violent. It was because my poetry was so bloody awful.

[Why did he say that? Spike doesn't tell anyone that. He had more to say, but he just shuts off the journal before he can. He's afraid of what might come out.]

[Spike knows it's a flood, and he's not particularly happy about it. Still, so far he doesn't seem to be affected, as far as he can tell. He's sitting on his bed, smoking, and not looking at the camera, though he knows it's on.]

A flood again? That's bloody brilliant, mates.
What's this one, then? Not musical, thank God.
Guess I'll just watch and see when it abates.

[He glances over at the camera.]

Have people noticed anything that's odd?
The Barge can get so hellishly insane.
With floods and ports, and strange dimensions, right?
The Admiral must like how we curse his name.
How long till he drives vamps with souls to bite?

[He shakes his head, smiling a bit.]

Don't be alarmed, I'm nowhere near that place.
But who can know what horrors next we face?



[ooc: Spike's power, which he cannot turn off, is to speak in perfect iambic pentameter. He shall be answering in rhyming couplets, sonnets, quatrains, whatever I feel like. Also, he hasn't noticed anything amiss himself.]

So, who's up for some sort of snow battle?

( Private to Elphaba )

( Private to Santa )

[The feed starts out dark, then Spike flicks on his lighter, illuminating just his face. He starts to sing. And his voice is good.]

If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me

( I'll never be a saint. )

[The song ends and Spike retrieves his lighter and lights a cigarette, glowering.]

Bloody hell, I hate musicals.