Silent Darrow one-shot
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bloodyanimalSpike had been minding his own bloody business. Well, he'd been chasing another vampire in hopes of dusting the bastard, but he certainly hadn't been on the lookout for any doors to other worlds.
He'd chased the fledgling vamp, whom he'd caught skulking around Petros High (the nerve), onto the property of The Clown Motel, one of his least favorite places in the whole bloody city. It was just so ridiculous, and kitschy, and skeevy. The kind of place with peepholes drilled in the bathrooms. Disgusting. Evil. He might've almost been impressed, once upon a time, but those days were long gone. A conscience and a soul and connections with humanity would do that to a demon.
So, it stood to reason that this slimeball would lead him there. Hot on his heels, Spike followed the vamp around a corner, and...
Nothing.
"What the bloody hell?" He muttered to himself, frowning. The vampire was gone, like he'd vanished into thin air. And Spike swore he could smell... wet ash.
Frowning, he took a step, and another, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. There was no sound, save for the hum of the nearby soda machine and the scrape of his boots on broken asphalt. And then... and then...
Everything changed. He found himself standing in the ruins of a crumbling building– the motel, in what was now a desolate field.
"Oh, you've got to be joking." It was all familiar, unfortunately. As was the siren sounding overhead. Gritting his teeth, he began to walk under an ashen sky, squinting through the heavy fog closing in around him.
He was bloodied, his coat burned by the spewed acid of some kind of armless monstrosity, by the time he walked through another shimmering tear in the world and onto the bustling streets of downtown Darrow no more than twenty minutes later.
Nearly stepping in front of a car, he let out a yelp and dodged out of harms way, roaring as the car sped away, "Watch where you're bloody going!"
He was exhausted, but above all annoyed. There was all this fun to be had. For all he knew, that was his one chance, and instead of having Sweeney at his side, he'd been alone.
He'd chased the fledgling vamp, whom he'd caught skulking around Petros High (the nerve), onto the property of The Clown Motel, one of his least favorite places in the whole bloody city. It was just so ridiculous, and kitschy, and skeevy. The kind of place with peepholes drilled in the bathrooms. Disgusting. Evil. He might've almost been impressed, once upon a time, but those days were long gone. A conscience and a soul and connections with humanity would do that to a demon.
So, it stood to reason that this slimeball would lead him there. Hot on his heels, Spike followed the vamp around a corner, and...
Nothing.
"What the bloody hell?" He muttered to himself, frowning. The vampire was gone, like he'd vanished into thin air. And Spike swore he could smell... wet ash.
Frowning, he took a step, and another, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. There was no sound, save for the hum of the nearby soda machine and the scrape of his boots on broken asphalt. And then... and then...
Everything changed. He found himself standing in the ruins of a crumbling building– the motel, in what was now a desolate field.
"Oh, you've got to be joking." It was all familiar, unfortunately. As was the siren sounding overhead. Gritting his teeth, he began to walk under an ashen sky, squinting through the heavy fog closing in around him.
He was bloodied, his coat burned by the spewed acid of some kind of armless monstrosity, by the time he walked through another shimmering tear in the world and onto the bustling streets of downtown Darrow no more than twenty minutes later.
Nearly stepping in front of a car, he let out a yelp and dodged out of harms way, roaring as the car sped away, "Watch where you're bloody going!"
He was exhausted, but above all annoyed. There was all this fun to be had. For all he knew, that was his one chance, and instead of having Sweeney at his side, he'd been alone.
