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"Those Were The Days" - Mary Hopkin

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Spike runs into Adam Milligan and takes a trip down memory lane.

November 10, 2016
San Francisco


Adam had been walking along the coast at night, exploring the vistas and planning to continue his break from hunting while he was working on his school work. However, he didn't plan on a female vampire noticing him at the last bar he'd gone to get a soda from. He's identified it as the lesser, mindless demon in a meatsuit kind almost instantly and had walked on, pretending not to notice even as he idly grabbed a stick up at seemingly random and casually prepared it for use. He had expected it to try and seduce him, but instead it simply charged him, with Adam nimbly dancing out of the way.

It's not that Spike cares that much about who hunts what or whom. He's not Angel, he has no stake -- no pun intended -- in the city. Sure, he'd stand against any irresponsible dustbag that endangered the well-being of the undead in general, but that's more of an interest in self-preservation than anything else.

But he's sure he knows this young man. It takes Spike a second, but he recalls that evening at Caritas. He snorts to himself, sitting in the shadows, on a tree branch. Odd place to hunt, too.

Odd place to take a walk, for that matter.

Spike rolls his eyes and shifts himself out of the tree, landing soft as a cat and about as gracefully. He may have to get himself involved in this, though he'd rather not.

This young hunter isn't a slayer and doesn't possess any special powers, but truthfully he doesn't seem to need them. He's been training with his brothers and others for some time now. He's rather agile for a human and very intelligent. "Come on really? Just come out and attack me? Can't you like at least hit on me or kiss me first? This is just boring." Yep treating a vampire with the game face on so casually is definitely a sign of hunter. As to the location being odd, well...many of the most breathtaking vistas he's ever seen are in this area, and every time one visits, one finds another hidden treasure. Another beautiful sight. Though why a vampire decided to go after him is unclear, other than he seems to be completely harmless to most.

The vampire obviously either newly turned or exceptionally stupid chases the young hunter and seems to not notice how easily he's dodging her attack, or the small piece of wood in the human's hands.

"All right, all right, all right!"

Spike's voice bursts through the quiet of the night between them, and suddenly he's in the middle of it all. Not attacking Adam, but grabbing at the front of the vampire's clothes. His face shifts to the more familiar bestial appearance of the vampire, all forehead and fangs, and he hisses sharply at the too-young-to-know-better girl, shoving her back from the young man.

"Learn your place and don't be stupid enough to try and feed off a hunter," Spike calls to her, then jerks his chin up and aside in a clear "get the hell outta here" gesture.

Adam doesn't chase after her or interfere with Spike. He knows an intelligent vampire when he sees them, and typically doesn't fight unless he has to. He shrugs and says, "You know she'll probably get dusted before the night is up if she's this stupid right? And if I see her attack anyone else I'll have to do it myself?" After all he'd already given her a chance to attack him and tried to give her a second chance to show she was worth saving. The female vampire runs. Vampire might not have a pack like werewolves do but they do tend to follow power, and Spike is clearly far more skilled and powerful than she is.

"You just leave her to me and mind your own bloody business," Spike turns to face Adam, looking not particularly disturbed. If anything, his posture is casual. He's like that most of the time; ask anyone who knows him! It's hard to get Spike to show much overt concern about anything or anyone.

Of course, he probably will check up on the other vampire later and try to give her a crash course. Or fight her from hell to breakfast, perhaps literally -- the expression seems particularly apt to their type of undead.

Spike tilts his head to look at Adam, leaning slightly to one side, then up, then around and down again. "So this is what you do with yourself when you're not at Caritas."

Adam Milligan shrugs, "Actually I prefer patching people up to fighting. Anyone can stake a vampire like that one. It takes more skill to brew potions, to know how to stitch wounds, and to know which herbs to help a werewolf fight infection from a Rakshasa attack. Or know how to help a vampire heal without scars." He shrugs he hadn't put down the stick after all; just because Spike was playing nice now didn't necessarily mean that would continue. That was his motto: don't fight unless you have to, but always be ready.

Spike snorts with a kind of half-laugh at what Adam has to say. Though he does seem to remember his fangface and shifts back to a more human-looking appearance. "Oh really now. Looks like I've found myself a right little Florence Nightingale. You're certainly right about anybody dusting her ass, though. Young idiot."

He huffs and stalks to a fairly sittable rock and plops himself down on it, leaning his arms to rest on his legs. "Little late for you. School holiday then?"

The slender hunter tucks the stake into his waistband and pulls his tablet out of his backpack. "My family are hunters, I don't exactly go to school. My school is on here. Currently taking a few entry level college courses too. " He shrugs at the time , "I think its actually getting early. Gonna be day light soon planning on watching the sunset. I'd invite you to join.... but unless you have some spf 5000?

Another roll of the eyes is Spike's response. "Not too fond of the day star," he answers, just as quick with the witty rejoinders. "Oh. One o' those things. Never got the hang of them. Wrong finger in the wrong place and you're shrunk, do something different and everything's closer than it should ever be." There's a moment of silence and blank expression before he grins. "Still, not so different from a fling."

Adam Milligan shrugs, "Wouldn't know. Never had a fling. Every time I try I end up in a weird situation and can't. Oh well. It'll happen." He wink and finds a good spot on a cliff to watch the sun come up though he doesn't lower his guard. He doesn't think the vampire would go from chatting to attacking, but then again... "Oh I'm Adam by the way -- Adam Milligan."

"Please. You?" Spike straightens his back a bit, rolling his shoulders and moving his hands back. He leans on them, gripping the rock where he has to. Not like he's going to just fall off it, with his agility. "Spike," he answers. "And I find it hard to believe you've never had a fling. How old are you, anyway? Like...twenty?"

"17." He says simply. Quietly looking at the sea. He'd been trying to do stuff like this lately. Stop and smell the roses. It was too easy for hunters to become obsessed and lose track of why they did what they did. Becoming vengeful. Not like he wasn't tempted. But he'd still rather help people than hurt them.

Spike gives Adam a curious look, and it's one that's a hair skeptical. "Seventeen? What, really?" He practically scoffs, and there's disbelief in his tone. "In my day though, you'd be drinking and carousing and all." He looks back into the shadows, about the opposite direction Adam gazes. "Course, in my day you'd be working from age eight and guzzling gin when you could reach the counter."

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