* / TELL ME YOU HATE ME.

It was sudden the way he awoke. The intense unfamiliarity of his surroundings gave way to a haunting fear that soon proved to be more than lingering emotion from the nightmare he’d awoken from. Instantly he was burdened with the reminder of his time in the Institute where they shoved a terrible little piece of technology into the meat of his brain. That was gone now, his freedom of choice being earned from regaining his soul and earning the trust of of those he once sought to feast. Even as a wicked soulless thing, though, the fear of returning to that place to be collared and neutered again had become almost primal and now….

Spike peered around at his surroundings before him with the groggy haze that befell his vision. Drugged he would wager. Oh he’d get whoever did this to him. He looked back to the paper in his hand and the the bracelet at his wrist. The instructions were crumpled and torn in his fist as the nails transformed into his beastly state. Fear to fury. Oh they’d selected the wrong tool for their little games. He wasn't what they’d wanted for this. They would learn of their mistake soon enough. But first, for this stupid bracelet-or that had been his first plan until he’d heard other sounds. So too, then, came his senses informing him of other matters of life.

Dumpy, unimpressive surroundings bloomed into view like weeds clogging his way to what truly caught his eye. Jonathan’s shirt was snatched in his fist and soon their faces would be a hair’s breadth apart. “Hello Jonathan.” His accent layed thick over a dipped, low melody. And with that, Spike’s face twisted into a hideous visage. Brow grew bulbous and deformed that followed down to the length of his face, and his teeth sharpened into flesh-ripping fangs. “I think you have some explaining to do. Quickly now.”

A      LIGHT      TO      CONTINUE      ITS      SHINE;   eyebrows   twitched,   the   rumbling   within   his   chest   halts   &   the   scent,   the   sounds   of   a   place   unfamiliar   causes   eyes   to   roam   under   eyelids.   where   was   he   &   who   the   hell   did   this   to   him?   the   price   of   not   being   able   to   fall   under   human   aliments   meant   that   he   was   immobilized   by   something   hard   &   upside   his   head.   a   groan   leaves   him   before   moonstones   gazed   on   the   scene   in   front   of   him,   bracelet   adds   weight   onto   his   conscience   &   sighed   while   observing   it   through   the   haze.   the   gate   opens,   the   note   is   read   .   .   .   great,   just   what   he   needed.

❝       look   ladies   y’both   pretty   .   .   .     ❞      slurring,   gloved   hands   rubbed   eyes   &   rising   to   stand   to   then   to   stretch.   a   yawn   passes   lips   before   walking   over   &   observing   the   area   before   them;   he   has   seen   worse   in   limbo.      ❝       but   since   we   have   all   have   matching   accessories   .   .   .    ❞      pointing   to   jonathan’s   wrist   donning   what   they   all   were.      ❝       .   .   .   let’s   just   call   this   a   fashion   coincidence.    ❞