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slayers_desire) wrote2013-08-18 06:40 pm
slayers_desire) wrote2013-08-18 06:40 pm
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the Slayer that never sleeps ((tag thepizzalord))
It was a quiet evening, when Spike and April walked through the Los Angeles State Historic Park. Spike was in good mood, especially after spending most of the day with Shasta. And April was also in a similar good mood, after spending time with Clark and Jonathan.
Tonight was about daughter-father time.
And it was nearly at the end of the evening, getting close to the time when Spike would have to go inside to avoid the sunlight, when things stopped being a pleasant evening.
A magical beam out of nowhere hit them both, knocking them to the ground. April struggled to sit up, on the horizon was a woman, dressed in a Japenese kimono. Spike groaned, getting up himself, and staring at the dark blacks and reds the woman was wearing.
"Dammit! Luv! Split up!" He yelled, going in one direction. The woman chased after him.
"Spike!" April yelled after him, scared. She quickly pulled out her PINpoint, moving in the opposite direction that her dad had run off. Her voices were screaming at her to get help. The number she picked... belonged to Harry Dresden.
Tonight was about daughter-father time.
And it was nearly at the end of the evening, getting close to the time when Spike would have to go inside to avoid the sunlight, when things stopped being a pleasant evening.
A magical beam out of nowhere hit them both, knocking them to the ground. April struggled to sit up, on the horizon was a woman, dressed in a Japenese kimono. Spike groaned, getting up himself, and staring at the dark blacks and reds the woman was wearing.
"Dammit! Luv! Split up!" He yelled, going in one direction. The woman chased after him.
"Spike!" April yelled after him, scared. She quickly pulled out her PINpoint, moving in the opposite direction that her dad had run off. Her voices were screaming at her to get help. The number she picked... belonged to Harry Dresden.