"Oh, for.....first I'm in love with Faith, now I have a crush on Drusilla? I don't even know how to respond to these rumors."

Boring. 

AND YET-

It was FULL and I mean FULL of vampires, witches, and werewolves. Overflowing even. A delicate little ecosystem of the damed. 

Oddly fragile. Very little room for NEWCOMERS. You either were FROM mystic falls and got turned, or you were that and then RETURNED after a hundred year break or so-

Like Katherine Pierce. A local legend. ( The baddest bitch of them all )

Not a mystic falls native in your typical sense but she had spent considerable time there in the 1800′s. Shes an honourary local. That being said shes also on the down low and in hiding. The LAST thing she needs is for people to start catching wind of vampires- 

So stumbling upon this new vampire feeding in the ally, was something she couldnt resist interrupting.

“Mmm, did you forget to stop by the visitors center for your informational guide on how not to draw attention to the rest of us as a whole?” Spoken with confidence and of course sarcasm, pretty much the same tone as her body language. 

: { Spike } :

Taking a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers, he leaned back against the cold brick, simply relishing the familiar sounds and smells of England.

Might not be Queen Victoria’s England anymore, but it was still the same old noise, same old smell of coal and smoke and people and dirt. How he loved it.

Eyes tracked the passersby in the night, on their way to pubs, to clubs, to warm beds. It was all so painfully normal, and so easy to pretend he had a place in it. He didn’t, but he could pretend on occasion.

In his peripheral, he saw a familiar shade of brown hair that had no place being here as far as he knew. He was ready to dismiss it as the longing for the past, but no, he definitely knew that hair, and the body attached to it, and he was sure he would know the face just out of sight.

Scrubbing out the cigarette beneath his boot, he moved towards her, stepping up to her side as if they didn’t have a complicated relationship at the best of times these days.

@maliignant​ gets a thing.

                       Somewhere along the line, she had read about a few notable vampires. But that had been so long ago ( not really but time seemed to move faster when you were dead ) however, word got around. As it did when the slayer died and was turned into the very thing she was called to kill. And though she wasn't entirely still fighting the good fight, humanity clung to her like gum on the bottom of her shoe.

That alone, the humanity, added to the shit that was said about her. Faith enjoyed being a vamp, something she didn’t think she would, but it was fun, freeing. That and she was stronger, senses heightened to a level she never thought possible. So kicking other vamps and demons asses, it brought her even more joy now.

Having needed to get out of Sunnydale before Buffy and the Scoobies staked her, Faith headed east, crossing the pond ( foolish really seeing as that’s where the watchers council resided. ) She figured why not travel with her new sense of unlife and put some decent space between her and Buffy. But getting back to the point; she'd read about notable vampires while Diana, her watcher, trained her.

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...

-answers from soulless Spike, lmk if you want answers for other verses

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

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FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: (how close a friend they consider them)

💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

SEXUAL DESIRE: (wanting to have sex with them)

💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

ROMANTIC INTENT: (hoping for a romantic relationship)

💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

@maliignant​​ gets a plotted thing.

HOW MANY CHANCES COULD ONE BE GIVEN? So far he had been given a couple chances over the last couple years and he was savoring every moment. In his younger years, he never thought he would see so many changes happen within the world, let alone witness some of the grander ones. But he’d gotten lucky this last time, all thanks to a shiny piece of jewelry however he was far from complaining. He very much liked being alive. In sorts.

Whoever had given Angel the amulet, he owed them a great thanks, possibly a proper kiss on the lips. Granted he did spend a little time in a hell dimension, but he didn’t exactly remember much of it so he figured it had been a brief visit. Though, if he did ever meet the person who had the amulet before him, he was going to ask them why the hell it brought him back in time to help Angel stop another apocalypse from breaking out and taking over Los Angeles. Whatever the reason, he was just happy that he got another chance to keep doing what he liked and working on himself.

The battle of LA had been a few months ago, Spike choosing to run for the hills the moment he confirmed all limbs were still intact. He could have stayed, found something to do in the city, but California was getting to be too much of a hazard for him. There was the thought of finding a certain blonde slayer, but he wasn’t ready for that and he didn’t think she was either. So he wandered around for a bit but soon found himself across the pond, not too close to his old home nor too close to where the slayer and itty bitty slayers were shacked up.

Italy had always been fun. Sure the last and most recent time he’d been there, his favorite jacket was ruined because of a bomb, but it was fine. He was just looking to get lost and do anything but worry about apocalypses and evil law firms trying to take over the world. For the most part, he stuck to the clubs and enjoyed the night life since having been in the country, but on this particular evening he went for a walk, cigarette dangling between lips as he hummed a tune ( I Wanna Be Sedated, like that’s a surprise. )

However, in the midst of his walking, the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end, skin prickling with goosebumps. In no way or shape was he cold or even felt a slight chill. It was something else. Someone else. Something in the pit of his stomach told him to stop walking so he did, eyes moving from the pavement below his feet to look around and that’s when he saw her.

@maliignant​ asked: ❝ ... 'ello daddy. ❞

                    “Hello, Dru,” he whispered as he leaned forward, lips inches from ghosting over soft pale flesh. “What trouble have you gotten yourself into tonight?”