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entrancelogs2014-03-24 03:56 pm
bigbad) wrote in entrancelogs2014-03-24 03:56 pm
hotter than fantasy lonely like a highway
Who: Spike and YOU
Where: outside and in the manor, if you'd rather not deal with flaming vampire
When: March 24
Rating: PG for burning flesh, likely violence, and swearing
Summary: Spike shows up and he's on fire
The Story:
Spike was burning up and laughing and laughing as the cave crashed around him. He was dying, he knew, but it was a good death. A heroic ending. He opened his eyes for a moment, wanting to see the destruction he was creating…
Well. This wasn’t the Hellmouth he was expecting. He was standing in a sunny garden that didn’t look at all like California. It didn’t look like any hell he’d heard of, either. Far too… pleasant-seeming, though that could certainly be an illusion. And there was something… off about the smell of the place. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on…
Or maybe it was just the scent of burning flesh, since he was still on fire. It wasn’t the all-consuming flame that had caught his soul and channeled through the crystal to destroy everything. It was just the usual agony of being burned alive.
“Oh, bugger.” He took off at a dead sprint for a mansion he saw not too far away. It would be a bloody let-down to die now just moments after somehow escaping his heroic death. He wasn’t about to burn to death without taking out the legions of Hell with him. That’d just be anticlimatic.
Where: outside and in the manor, if you'd rather not deal with flaming vampire
When: March 24
Rating: PG for burning flesh, likely violence, and swearing
Summary: Spike shows up and he's on fire
The Story:
Spike was burning up and laughing and laughing as the cave crashed around him. He was dying, he knew, but it was a good death. A heroic ending. He opened his eyes for a moment, wanting to see the destruction he was creating…
Well. This wasn’t the Hellmouth he was expecting. He was standing in a sunny garden that didn’t look at all like California. It didn’t look like any hell he’d heard of, either. Far too… pleasant-seeming, though that could certainly be an illusion. And there was something… off about the smell of the place. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on…
Or maybe it was just the scent of burning flesh, since he was still on fire. It wasn’t the all-consuming flame that had caught his soul and channeled through the crystal to destroy everything. It was just the usual agony of being burned alive.
“Oh, bugger.” He took off at a dead sprint for a mansion he saw not too far away. It would be a bloody let-down to die now just moments after somehow escaping his heroic death. He wasn’t about to burn to death without taking out the legions of Hell with him. That’d just be anticlimatic.