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[behindcloseddoors]

 ♬ keep on wanting - the fray

WHO || Myri & Spike [closed]
WHAT || Myri share her discovery with Spike
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || mid-april, after dis
HOW || Actionspam

[Myri asks Spike to come with her, and they check out a car, which she lets him drive, directing him to take them towards London. As they ride, she studies him in the darkness, before finally saying:]   I... meant to ask as well, how you were feeling. I heard people talking about what happened.

 

Comments

[witchwoman]

You've been so kind to me since the decision I made, and I... I never want you to forget what that means to me. It feels as if our family has been pulled in so many different directions, when once it felt as if we were inseparable.

[She reaches into her pocket and withdraws a simple bracelet. ] I had these made by Sir Ironsides while I was waiting for you all to return. There's... there's one for each of you. [Indeed, it has Spike's name engraved in fine script on the side, and all.] Will you wear it?

[bigbad]

[Aww, Mryi, that's sweet. Even if it looks kind of silly having the name Spike written out all pretty. Spike doesn't seem to care, though. He takes the bracelet and slips it on.]

Looks nice.

[witchwoman]

That it does, doesn't it? [ The moment it settles around spike's wrist, his entire body goes numb, as he's rendered under a hold person spell. A strange smile creeps up her cheek, a look in her eyes that seems strangely sinister on Myri's face, completely... out of character. ] A perfect fit, Spike.

[bigbad]

[WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. His eyes widen... or maybe not like this is some serious person shit can he even manage to change expressions rn this is NOT GOOD. There's hurt and anger in his eyes as he stares at Myri. If that is Myri, and not the non-Elena doppelganger or something. Whatever's going on, he has to get out of this to warn his friends and find out what happened to Myri. That'd be a lot easier if he wasn't... frozen in place.]

Bloody hell, what did you do to me? Who are you, and what did you do to Myri?

[witchwoman]

It's almost pathetic, really, how easy you've all been to fool. I bet Myri was so certain when I took her place that someone - anyone would notice the difference. Know her well enough to see through the disguise.

[ she moves closer, right up in spike's space, tilting her head with a venomous smile. ] But you all gave me everything I asked of you. Intelligence, access, your confidence.

[ she nods smugly at the bracelet. ] Your trust. Even her precious Finnick couldn't tell the difference. Though that shouldn't be surprising. Pretending to be him was how I took her in the first place.

[bigbad]

Yeah, you're bloody convincing. Are you Kyp, then? Cause I bet Elena won't fall for this. Really, thought we were getting on better than this.

[witchwoman]

Elena fell right into "Myri"'s arms when we had our little reunion at the castle. She never suspected a thing.

[ she trails a finger down spike's jaw and then flicks his chin. ] And it's nothing personal, Spike. She knows what matters to me is the game, not the pay-off. And this is the best game I've played in years.

[bigbad]

[His blood runs cold. Not just because Myri is creepy as fuck right now. But if Kyp's replaced Myri and fooled Elena...]

Who else?

[IS BUFFY OKAY?!?!]

[bigbad]

Well, I was thinking of starting with you, mate. [ and right before his eyes, kyp... takes your face again, spike. 8) your favorite. ]

[bigbad]

[This is Spike's punching face. Right now? He'd be punching you pretty damn hard if he could. Right in your stupid face that looks like his stupid face.]

Why? Felt like having a good gloat?

[bigbad]

That's just a bonus. No, wasn't my decision. My employers are interested in that gizmo you've got ticking away in there. [ he presses a finger to spike's forehead. ] The one that zaps you every time you harm a human.

[bigbad]

[Spike gives him a flat look.]

If you're expecting any answers from me, you'll be waiting a bloody long time. I've got no clue.

[bigbad]

They're not really type to ask what they want to know. They're usually a bit more invasive. [ and he puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles, at which point lights flare up on a van in the parking lot and the back is thrown open. ]

[bigbad]

And the fact that they hate our kind doesn't bother you? They won't hesitate to outfit you with whatever thing's in my head if they learn more. [Diplomacy... 9. Spike really needs to stop sinking everything into intimidate. SOMETIMES BEING NICE IS THE WAY TO GO.]

[bigbad]

I'd love to watch them try to pin me down. Especially when I can read their minds.

[bigbad]

Yeah, and I can bite anyone that gets close enough. We've all got weaknesses. Just a matter of time til they exploit yours.

[bigbad]

By then, I'll be long gone. Elena with me. [ and with that little threat, some big burly guys come out of the van to hoist spike up and into the back. doppelspike saunters to stand behind it and watch him with a smug smirk. ] Enjoy your flight.

[bigbad]

LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU BLOODY FACE-STEALING GIT! [And Spike will struggle as much as he can. Which is to say... not at all. This spell is the worst.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ and the doors are closed to the sound of spike's own laughter muffled beyond them. time to take a drive, spike. bump bump bump bump bump. ]

[bigbad]

[yeah I'm guessing no one thought to give Spike a seatbelt or even sit him down. OWWWWW.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ yeah what a great time for his

chip to go off

:) ]

[bigbad]

[Yeah he's just gonna

scream

a lot

and not grab his head like he'd like to because WOW HE CAN'T awkward]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ everything is horrible. eventually the vehicle comes to a stop, and moments later the doors are opened again, and he's drawn out and into a helicopter on what looks like a tiny helipad in the middle of fucking nowhere on the english moor. yep. TIME FOR A FLIGHT, SPIKE, WHERE COULD WE BE GOING. 8) ]

[bigbad]

[A WONDERFUL TROPICAL VACATION MAYBE? No that would involve a lot of sun. So actually not so unlikely. Somewhere awful wherever it is. Spike just glowers and hates everything.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ naw they're arriving in the dead of night. but yeah, probably somewhere awful. he catches a glimpse out the window of the island after just a couple hours or less of flying. maybe he can put two and two together. either way, they angle towards a small airstrip fenced off behind a sprawling, beautiful castle nestled amid the trees. ]