SCARRED BROW ARCHED AS HE LOOKED AROUND. Once again, it was still only him unless there were others lingering around and he simply just couldn’t see them. Either way, he could sense there was something off about the woman in front of him. She wasn’t exactly off her rocker like Drusilla was, but his sire was a completely different sort of crazy. One that he understood.
“Focus on what? Reality?” he asked rolling his eyes as thumb moved to drag and rub against furrowed brows. Spike was aware of some humans being able to sense ghosts and the like, but he didn’t know if this were the case or just another whack-a-doodle. “Also ta be fair, yer in my way so…” he muttered, reaching into his coat and pulling out a cigarette before placing it between his lips and lighting it.
She pressed her lips together and squeezed her eyes closed, nose wrinkling in focus. Her head bobbed up and down quickly, hair moving around her. Through her lids she could see bright sparks of light, little pink pricks instead of the distortion of his face, the body on the ground and one standing caked behind him that only she saw. By the time she opened her eyes, the blond had soothed his brow out and her own partner had moved off. There was just a body on the ground and that could be for a million reasons.
“Better….much better.” She nodded to herself, eyes moving from him to the body. “Aren’t you going to…” She gestured to the body on the ground. “Ya know…him with you?” She asked at the mention of her being in his way. “Are they okay?” She asked, immediately knowing it was probably something that she’d be better off not knowing. But curiosity had always been one of her problems. The one that got her here actually.
IT WASN’T LIKE HE WAS REALLY IN ANY KIND OF HURRY, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to stand there for much longer. Also he didn’t feel like being attacked if that was something she was planning on doing. Tonight was supposed to be an easy going night filled with a walk, maybe go to the bar before calling it quits and heading home. However, it appeared there would be a change of plans especially seeing as questions were being slung his way. Curious sorts of questions.
When she began to speak, Spike took a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling it and flicking some ash off. “You seein’ ghosts an’ ghouls, pet? ‘Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em...thank the gods. Don’t need those nightmare fueled images,” he shuddered, head turning to look behind himself only to see nothing. Cigarette placed between lips again, he held out a hand in way of offering to help her up off the ground, “C’mon, get up off the ground. Whoever yer seein’ is long gone an’ won’t care if we go elsewhere.”