#thatdamnslayer

Spike scrubbed his hand through his hair, breaking up the product that kept his hair slick as he dropped onto a headstone to sit down.  It had been a week since he'd slept.  He's been on patrol in this new little town, having heard of vampires and demonic activity.  It was more active that he'd expected, and he'd been going non-stop.

His shoulders slumped as he rested, his eyes drooping.  The sun would be up in two hours.  He knew he'd have to find a place to wait out the sun and maybe catch a bit of rest.

He lifted his head suddenly on alert, "Who's there?"

For as far as it went her attempts to flee once again had escalated, argument after argument the mean reason she had decided to flee her house, thinking that she should find her luck else where. Unfortunate the world didn't work like that, her life didn't work like that as she would always remain to live in her own eternal twilight zone. Not to mention that she couldn't continue forever to use her aunts money to pay for things such as;  hotel rooms, food and spending her nights at the local clubs. It was depressing knowing that this eventually would lead to nothing but trouble and yet while Mercy was very well aware of it, she refused to let it ruin her night.