004 [Visual | Location: Castle Summers]

[bigbad]

Spike sits at a table, looking straight into the tablet. His arms are crossed, and he looks annoyed.

"All right, I'm looking for a girl," he says. "She was one of the people the Master took, long brown hair, very pretty, probably knows Drusilla. You all right, love?" He doesn't know her name, and he still feels bad about not pulling her out. But he had to take down Drusilla first.

He pauses for a moment, licking his lips, then leans forward. "Not actually her I need, though, I put my coat over her during the fight. It's a long, black leather duster, and I'm bloody attached to it. So whoever's got it, give it back."

He clicks off the transmission and sits back to wait for answers.

Comments

[Voice]

[bigbad]

While not wearing any special gems.

...we really don't worry about sunlight nearly as much as most vampires, do we?

[Voice]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

Or wearing our coats over our heads.

...no, we really don't. Then again, you and I have never really been among the unwilling to endure a little sizzling.

[Voice]

[bigbad]

Yep. We're that much tougher and better than all other vampires.

[Voice]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

There's a reason why we're Number One and Number Two, respectively. ...among the other reasons, of course. That don't really apply anymore.

[Voice]

[bigbad]

...yeah. But now we're better, tougher, and morally superior. So it works out, I guess.

[Voice]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

That we are. [ ...and because he's just noticed that they're being friendly outside of a lock: ] Though, you're still Number Two.

[Voice]

[bigbad]

You're right, still only the second worst vampire ever recorded.

[Yes, Spike knows that's not what Angel meant. But he can purposefully misinterpret if he wants.]

That's got less clout now that we're good.