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OMG I LOVE BUFFY! It is an epic show, I’ve seen them all on Netflix! Hhahha
-I emailed Fire about this, I’m using an actual vampire from the show, because he’s epic

Username:FunnyMONKEY
Name:William the Bloody (Spike)
What are you (Witch, Vampire, Human):Vampire with a soal
Gender:Male
Appearance:
Personality:He’s a B-A** vamp who killed for years, he actually killed two slayers in his life time, but fell in love with one later, until she died of course, so now he’s like a depressed dude who goes around fighting demons and evil. When he finds that theres a new slayer in Sunnydale, he is eager to meet and help her, trying to keep the name Buffy alive. (She’s the slayer he fell for – oh yeah, ignore that he sort of is SPOILER ALERT: dead at the end of the seventh season…)
Age(We're all sophmores in highschool, so like 15/16 unless you're a vamp): about 250 now
Other:

((Yep, i love Spike, he's amazing! Accepted!))

(Hey Funny. And thank you Fire. So, lemme see...when are you planning on starting? I can easily shoot a PM to a few friends, see how many are interested.)

((I say if we got one more it'd be nice, but otherwise i'll start us tomorrow.))

((nice to se you two again, Funny (glares and looks pointedly at Golden Compass) and Silvereye! Missed ya. I'm super excited about this RP))

(Nice to see you again too. And I'll see if any of my friends are interested.)

((Sorry it took me so long to start up, i've had some distractions...))
Alex:
"Mom, i don't get why we had to move again!" I hollar for the tenth time this morning. My voice echos down the hallway, past pillars of stacked boxes not yet unpacked. My room, or what will be my room, has a mattress on the floor and a large box that contains my bed somehow. All myt hings are scattered about in thier own neat, cubed brown packages.
"Honey, i'm sorry, i know it's hard but you're going to have to deal." She replies tiredly, stopping to look into my room, her hair in a messy bun and a box resting between her hip and arm. "Just get ready, it's your first day of school."
"Again." I mutter as she walks away, but she pretends not to hear me. I look at myself in the reflection of the large window and manage a small smile. At least i'm good at making friends, it won't be easy to reseat myself on top, but i know i can. I've been popular before, i can pull it offa gain. I straighten my tight shirt one last time and head out, snagging my school bag filled with brand new text books on my way down the stairs and slinging it on my shoulder. "Bye mom." I call as i open the front door, and suddenly she's rushing in and lookinga t my worriedly.
"Alex, honey, remember, just be yourself. You'll make friends, you'll do fine."
"I know mom." I say and roll my eyes, "Love you!" I close the door on her reply before she frets some more. Moms, always counted on to worry too much. I trot down the stairs off the porch and walk briskly down the drive, turning right. My schools only a quarter mile away. Sunnydale High, i've heard some wierd stories about this town. I can't believe them though, i mean, giant snakes? The school blew up? Some super chick who used to live here? NO way. I see a guy ahead, in a long jacket and a tall hat, he eyes me and his facee falls in astonishment. He steps infront of me and i halt, pulling my bag infront of me defensively. "What do you want?" I ask dangerously, hoping i seem more intimidating than i feel.
"Are you Alexandra? Alexandra Chase?" he asks shakily. How does he know that?
"Yeah, who's asking." I growl, eyeing him. Another kid walking by across the street stops and studies us suspiciously. I try to make eyecontact but the guy before me grabs my arm. "Hey, let go." I demand.
"In ever generation, there is a chose one..." He breaths, and i pale.
"How did you...?" i start to ask, frightened at the lyrics from my most recent dreams. They were weird, with strange people, that tried to bite me. And monks, i think, preying or somthing...but those words...i know them.
"You are the Slayer, Alexandra, you have been called. Your destiny awaits." He lets go suddenly and walks away. i stare after him, dumbfounded.
"Destiny?" i mutter, "Yeah right." I continue on to school.

((Ok, so, Spike has a brit accent, and i can't spell all those british words...so...bare with me.))
Spike:
"Ballocks." i growl, sucking the dregs out of my last bottle. I throw it on the ground in frustration, watching it shatter on contact. The floor of my cript is strewn with broken bottles already, not like it will make a difference. And i can't very well go on a beer run right now, with that bloody sun shining down. I stare at a stray shaft of light glittering on the floor before me and can't help but feel angry. I put my hand in the ray and immediately smoke rises off my skin and the feeling becomes unbarable quickly enough. I pull my appendage back and rub it until the steam stops rolling off it. As always, with the pain, comes remembrance. I stare at my shoes, thinking of Buffy, who just died. (Talked to Fire, she's cool with it). A vamp got her. It was bound to happen, but still, watching the life drained form her by that fiend, i'll never forget it. I killed him, when i was able, but she's gone. Forever this time. I shake my head, i guess that means a new slayer somewhere. I used to kill slayers...maybe without that damned lovesickness i'll get back in business....but no, i've got a bloody soal now. "Sod it." I huff, but then the door clangs open and i wince at the short burst of hot light, when my sight clears i see a familier face and frown. "I said i never wanted to hear from you again, Harm."
"I know, but Spikey, i've got news." she whines, and already i feel a headach come on.
"Well, what is it? Make it fast, i haven't got all sodden day."
"Fine, you never liked me anyways, glad yo ustopped pertending!" she spits, sniffling.
"Damnit Harm, what is it!?" i yell, and she flinches.
"I dont know why i even bothered, there's a new Slayer in town. AT least, that's the word." she looks at me after the words are said, and i know my face has taken on a strange calm. "What, you gonna go fall in love with this one too?"
"Shut up Harmony." I whisper, "Get out."
"I can't, my blanket burned up, and now there's holes in it."
"OUt!" she flinches and hesitnatly leaves under a smoking blanket. "A new slayer...in Sunnydale. I best make myeslf aquainted." I mutter, but i know i'll have to wait until tonight.

Amelia:
My eyes open as the sun crawls over the rooftops and onto the one upon which I now reside. I stretch out and take the short walk down the alley to my 'house'. My mom and dad are still out smoking and drinking, I presume, so it's going to be a good morning. I dress into my school attire consisting of ripped up highwater skinny jeans and a tired white shirt with red decals. I shake my head and comb my fingers furiously through it, getting the mass of tangles under slightly more control. Stooping over a stagnant puddle from last night's downpour, I check myself out. My face could use a good wash, but it always could. my short auburn hair needs a good trim, but it always does. My warm, chocolate brown eyes would benefit from some joy, but they always would. Oh well, good enough. Shrugging my backpack on, I head off at a brisk walk, pulling out The Valley of the Horses and reading as I go. Even on the busy streets, I don't miss a beat, even when I'm surrounded by the world of my story. I dodge trash cans, cars, cats, and whatever else comes by my way like an old pro, without ever lifting my eyes from the pages. When I finally look up, I repack my book into my bag. I'm at school.

Sunlight...
Benjamin squinted. No, it was sunlight, but not direct. No pain. Just a hole in the patchwork of his room. A human lay beside him, her arm sealed from where he'd bitten her the night before. A small smile crept over his face, and he held her closer. She was what he politely called a donator. He never killed them, not ever. This one was a favorite, mostly because he knew that she cared. Unfortunately, he always worried for her.
"Ben, you're fretting aloud again..."
The sleepy voice came from beneath the covers, and he glanced down to see her crawl out of them, yawning and showing off her perfect white teeth. he gave her a soft smile.
"Good morning Amanda. Don't you have work today?" It was more a statement, though a soft one.
"Nah...pop's outta town for the next few days, the Shop's closed." she mumbled, wrapping her arm about his chest. He chuckled lightly, his Irish lilt heavier when he next spoke, pressing her close. Their bare bodies met neatly, and he kissed her forehead with the delicacy of a butterfly.
"How good fer ye. I 'ope ye really do 'ave te days off, I'd hate te be te cause o' any more trouble 'tween ye." he breathed, nuzzling her cheek as he slid down to match her height on the pillows. The soft rapping at the door heralded an older friend, and Benjamin groaned inwardly. He rolled neatly and primly out of bed, giving Amanda an apologetic kiss before he proceeded to gather his clothes. Again.
Getting dressed was a quick and simple matter, and when he was fully dressed, and cautiously opened the door. he was tackled immediately by a young woman, an old friend who was a touch more aggressive then was normal.
"Joanna, you're crushing my ribs." he said politely, then rolled suddenly to get above her. She grinned and before he could even pretend to bite her had shoved him off with her legs, placed carefully on his chest. he back-flipped off and they both fell to soft laughter as he closed the door.
"Te what do I owe de pleasure of your visit, me friend?" he chuckled, watching as she reinserted her tough-girl attitude. he'd practically helped her father raise her, but their closeness in physical age afforded him with more playfulness then many, and he often helped her train at night, when he could.
As it was, she was in her late-twenties, and her muscle tone indicated military training.
"I just got back from West Point. They're giving me some leave, so that I can get my affairs in order. Killing vamps isn't a very popular job, as you can understand." she said softly, kissing his cheek in an affectionate way. He smiled ruefully.
"I can believe it. Heard anything on the streets with your contacts recently?"
"Yeah, apparently there's a new Slayer. I have to go overseas, to England and Germany. But my contact told me you should seek her out tonight. I can help you with that. Who knows, maybe you can help her out like you did me." Joanna sat on the bed, and she and Amanda chuckled. Ben left them to the more girl-related chats. A hundred years before the mast, you learned the way of the ocean well enough. In this case, he was being figurative.
Slipping into his window-less bathroom, Benjamin looked in the mirror, an ancient habit that made his heart throb. Memories flashed before his mind's eye, painful and heart-wrenching.
"Where's Spike when I need someone to guilt trip?"
Realizing he spoke that aloud, he hissed softly, and tried to shove the memories back into their box. He could wash up...should. He didn't want Amanda and Joanna put in danger later tonight, and sex had a strong scent.
"Benjamin? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine. Chest just hurts."
The call surprised him. He hadn't been in here long.
Stepping into the bedroom, Benjamin saw Joanna looking a bit pale.
"Ben, you gotta feed more. You look paler then usual, and you're off-kilter. We actually heard you hissing at yourself." she said softly, and he sighed, sitting down beside his two favorite girls.
"Come on you two, I'll be fine. Long as I keep myself working somehow, I'll be fine. Joanna, you run along home, your husband will be upset. Amanda...why you get some sleep, and I'll join you in a minute?"
"Alright then. I probably won't see you for awhile. I ship out tomorrow morning, just after dawn. I'll stop by on my way to the base. Amanda, you take care of him for me." Joanna said softly, kissing Benjamin lightly on the cheek. He gave her a soft grin as Amanda said she would.
"Go to sleep now, me dear. I'll be in bed soon enough." he murmured to her when Joanna had left. She nodded and yawned, then fell to sleep almost instantly.