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Levi is a newbie in Taxon, and he's exploring, because that's what vampires do best. Other that the whole blood sucking and stalking in the night thing. Vampires do that pretty well, too.

But forget that off topic bit of rambling; Levi's wandering the streets of Taxon, and it's closer to night time than day time, because even if he can walk in the sun, it doesn't mean he wants to. The sun makes him uncomfortable, and Levi simply does not do uncomfortable. Either way, it's getting dark, and Levi's walking around Central, near the Sanctuary building, because he figures hey, if he's going to explore, why not try to find Shane, as well?

He's relatively sure he isn't going to, but just in case. And besides, he wants to meet the locals. Ethan was all dandy and everything, but Levi fully intended on investigating these so called 'other vampires' and also, finding likely candidates to invite to the soonest basement party he could come up with.

He might also be vaguely considering eating one of the people wandering outside without bracelets. Levi had already tried everything to get his off-- it was tacky and ugly, and they could have at least made it glitter or something-- to no avail. But Ethan had told him the people without the bracelets were okay to eat.

Levi is standing in the middle of the street, arms folded, watching the Extras go by, and pondering this dilemma. He doesn't realize his tablet has gone off again, filming his thoughtful expression.

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"Trust me, mate, those aren't worth the trouble. Taste like sawdust."

Spike had been taking his usual wandering walk around the city when he came up on this fellow, the odd one with the bracelet. He'd watched the man staring at the Extras, and he recognized that look.

He stood near the seemingly young man, taking time to leisurely light a cigarette.

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Blink blink. Levi glances over at the other man, raising an eyebrow, and then snorts, pushing his hands into his pockets. Well, then. That works.

"I'll keep that in mind," Levi replies, grinning slightly. And conveniently forget to tell Ethan, if he ever gets back to normal. "Thank you for the advice, Mister...?"

"Spike," he said, flipping his Zippo shut and stuffing it back in his pocket. "Just Spike."

He looked up and smiled vaguely at the man, straightening up his stance. "There are easier ways to get a good meal, actually. Not nearly as fun, but- well, the fountain's kind of fun, I have to admit," he added with a chuckle.

He took a drag off his cig, then let it out nice and slow before continuing. "So, who're you, then? This city seems rather fond of our kind."

"Spike, just Spike," Levi repeats, glancing at the cigarette. "Fan of Madonna?"

He's only teasing, doesn't mean any harm by it. He smiles back, running a hand through his hair. The fountain idea does sound fun, come to think of it.

"Levi," he replies. "And that's what I've heard. Do you know how many of us are around here?"

Spike rolled his eyes at the joke, but at least it wasn't about Billy Idol.

The smirk is back on his face in no time. "Quite a few, actually- some friendlier than others. There's some hunters and Slayers here too, but so long as you stay under their radar, they don't bother you." He shrugged. He always liked to give the new vampires a warning about Buffy and the others.

"Wanna see the fountain, Levi?" he offers, taking another drag off his cigarette and moving a few steps toward the middle of the city. "I was headed over there to check the type, it's not far. Seems to be the place I brought from home. 'course these alien tossers couldn't be buggered to bring the whole bloody mansion, but the outside's impressive."

Oh, don't worry, Spike, Levi just hasn't gotten there yet.

Levi's heard the whole hunters thing from Ethan, but he hadn't heard them referred to as Slayers before. Looking interested, Levi raises an eyebrow. "Slayers? I've never heard the name before. Thank you for the warning, though," he added as an afterthought, thoughtfully.

He's also interested in the fountain-- in Spike being so friendly, actually, because Levi's met other vampires, plenty of them, and most of them are a nasty bunch, with the exception of the newborns. Newborns were easy to manipulate.

"I'd love to," Levi replies, smiling. And-- mansion? "That's odd, though, Taxon didn't bring the entire mansion? It brought all of mine."

Spike had gotten very used to matriculating with his fellow vampires. In his world, some were old and stuffy, some were just outright crazy, and some were rowdy. He tended to like the rowdy ones, even though they were generally very young. But he could usually find ways to get along with even the most traditional bunch- for a short while, anyway. Levi didn't seem like that type, however.

At the mention of Levi's mansion, Spike sighed rather overdramatically. "Well, isn't that always the sodding way? No mansion for poor ol' Spike, no- let's just tease him with the bloody garden." He kicked at a trashcan for emphasis, as he passed it, but it was obvious he didn't really care too terribly much.

"So, Levi, how old are you?" Spike said, looking back over at him. "I ask because I'd rather skip past the whole 'cryptic sentences' bit. You know, where one of us talks about how very much he knows, and the other implies he was at the Crucifixion or met Nostradamus or some other bull." He shrugged. "Much easier to just get on with it, yeah?"

It's pretty much the same for Levi, though there's a slight lack of very old vampires. Ethan is the oldest vampire Levi's ever met; he's never met anybody from before the 1800s. Most of the vampires he knows of are either Ethan's age, or from around the 1930s. The brand new ones, from the 1990s and 2000s? Those are the vampires that hang around his mansion and attempt to get high and such.

Levi's definitely amused by Spike, though, and thinks this guy could probably be an interesting one to hang around. "My apologies," Levi says, grinning. "Maybe it'll magically appear sometime."

And then, that question, and that throws Levi for a loop. For a moment, he stares, and then he starts laughing. "Ahah, no, I have no problem with skipping the cryptic sentences. I'm 108, including my human years. And you?"

"One fifty-three," Spike replied, with relish. "So we're in the same century, then. I don't know if I figured on you being quite that old, but maybe somewhere in your eighties. It's harder to tell with vamps that change with the times." Not that he knew anything about that.

"Not sure why there's so many of us here, but I can't say I'm mindin' it. Give it another month and there'll be more bloodsuckers than humans- well, not counting the creepy stand-ins," he added, pushing one to the side. It just smiled and went on with its empty, empty day.

Aw, everybody is always older than Levi. Sigh. But at least it's not a huge difference. "Turned in the nineteen twenties, babe," Levi replies absently, distracted by his nails. They were chipping, damn it. "I'm enjoying the two thousands, but the twenties will always be special."

Levi isn't minding the vampires, either. "Is there an explanation for these... stand-ins? And why they taste like sawdust?"

"The twenties are special," Spike replied with a grin. "I bloody loved the twenties. Drinkin', dancin', prohibition thrown into the mix. I was so glad we crossed the pond for that one."

Levi asked about the Extras, and Spike was happy to explain. "They're not real. Hear tell this place used to be empty, save the abductees. But after some complainin', they show up one day. Supposed to make them seem less 'creepy'. I take it as proof that our new alien overlords don't quite 'get' us. 'specially if they don't even put the effort in to make them tasty."

The top of the Grotto came into view, and Spike smiled at it. "At least when they brought me over, they figured it out. Here we are." As they turned a corner, the entire garden became clear, including the centerpiece of a three-tier fountain of blood. Spike had been proud of it in LA and he was proud of it here.

Hee! Someone who enjoyed the twenties as much as Levi. Grinning widely, Levi pauses in his nails inspection and looks up at Spike. "Exactly. I grew up into it. It was absolutely fantastic."

So, okay, the whole Extras thing is weird. And useless. It doesn't make much sense for their 'overlords' to give them thousands of people, only to make them mindless, tasteless and every other -less one could think of. "You would assume they'd at least give us that, yes. Unfortunately, by what I've seen so far, I'm not sure these 'alien overlords' don't seem to be in this for out benefit."

... Also, whoah. Okay, fountain of blood. That's cool. Levi wants one. A lot.

"That's incredible," Levi says, moving closer with near sparkles in his eyes. "How does it work?"

Ah, yes. If there's anything better Spike loved than showing off, it was people being impressed with what he was showing off. He gestured widely with his arms and walked toward it. "Just like any old fountain, I s'pose. The trick here is that Taxon's supplyin' the blood. It changes out every day, so it's always fresh."

He dipped his finger into it, then licked, obviously tasting. "Hmmm, A Neg. Not my favorite, but it'll certainly do." Especially since it always tasted fresh and warm, coming out of the fountain. He gestured toward the many comfortable loungers scattered about the lawn. "Have a seat, I'll fetch us some glasses."

He disappeared into what looked like a service door hidden mostly by a bush. The mansion itself did look nice and large and open, even if that wasn't actually the case. To Spike's despair, the service door to the basement was the only one that opened.

Levi has got to get himself one of these. He doesn't know how or where one would go to acquire such an object, but he was going to, the minute he got back home. For now he's going to enjoy the craftsmanship right here in Taxon.

Humming and grinning in what looks like very obvious glee, Levi sort of glides over to one of the loungers and settles into it, waiting for Spike to come back. Oh, Spike has definitely earned his way onto Levi's list of favorite people.

Spike returned within a minute with goblets, and fairly fancy ones too. Because hey, that's what he had back home- or the evil hell dimension version of home, anyway.

"All right, here you are, mate," he said with a smile, tossing a goblet to Levi without stopping on his path to the fountain. "Dip in, tell me what you think," he added, while dipping his goblet into the second tier himself. "Good to know you haven't lost your sense of fun in a century. But I guess that's what happens when you're sired in the twenties."

He found the closest lounge chair and just sort of feel into it, not spilling a drop of his blood. For as lazy as his moves were, he did practice them.

Oho, goblets. Levi is definitely impressed.

He catches the goblet with ease and moves to the fountain, copying Spike in the dipping. He can feel the warmth of the blood through the cup and he's vaguely surprised; despite being told, he was expecting it to be colder. Levi brings the cup up to his lips and takes a small sip, testing it. And it's good. Not his favorite type, but it tastes like it's fresh.

"The twenties were definitely a good time. And I figure, if you're smart and have endless time to kill, why not have fun?" Levi says, dropping lightly into a chair next to Spike. "This is fantastic, by the way, this blood. Mm."

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