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[kurt]

He asked once...nicely, they laughed. Kurt wasn't the type of person to ask twice nor was he the type of person to enjoy being laughed at. He wasn't a joke. Kurt threw he backpack down to the floor of the warehouse. Tonight he stumbled on a nest of vampires who were going to be evicted. Kurt liked where the area was, alone, isolated and quiet. So he had asked the vampires nicely if they would leave and let him have the place.

What was he thinking? That they wouldn't be self-centered dicks maybe? Exhaling sharply his eyes cut towards the vampires as they started to come near him. How he didn't want this tonight, play the same game with them thinking they were going to win. Inhaling once more he exhaled, this time not a sigh. Oh no this was something greater it was a primal howl that left the vampires with an earsplitting headache.

With this small enclosed area the howl had more of an effect until the windows burst out letting some of its strength be released. Not a problem as the damage was already done the vampires all had their ears covered and were disoriented. Quickly going into his backpack he pulled out two stakes, rushing the closest vampire he staked them in the heart in one swift movement. Twirling the other stake in his fingers he tossed it at a more far away vampire with the same desired results.

The vampires were soon getting their senses back. Again not a problem, Kurt had a lot of experience in fighting larger packs. For the next fifteen minutes were spent killing vampires. His howl surfacing every once in awhile to save him. By time Kurt was finished he was covered in scrapes.

Licking the back of his hand he began to wipe his face. His saliva began to sink into the wounds and healing them. Too bad his clothes weren't so fortunate. A sound was picked up by his sensitive ears. Turning around he tried to pinpoint it, "Who's there?" his voice calm.

His ears began to twitch as he looked for the source of the sound. Tightening his grip on his stake he stood still. Not wishing to let his guard down Kurt's eyes darted from one area to another. He couldn't find this person, hopefully it wasn't a hostile. Not because he was scared or tired, no he was annoyed. Annoyed that he constantly had to fight weak enemies. If anything he was craving a better challenge.

[Spike]

Spike had gotten bored. He got bored very easily after all, a hundred years of being alive hadn't changed that at all. He'd have been bloody surprised if it had, come to think of it. But yeah, he'd gotten bored...of being in the mansion, of...well, no, not of pampering Dru, he could never get tired of that, but he was a vampire. He couldn't sit still at all, so he'd left. He'd spent the last few hours just moving through the town, checking out all the locations, eating. No fights though. For a Hellmouth, he'd expected more demon activity.

In fact, there was so little, he was pretty tempted to just go home and poke at Angelus until the bastard fought against him. He was itching for a fight tonight.

There were rumours of a vampire nest which caught his attention when he dumped the last body into a dumpster, which made him sit up and take attention. Take notes, probably, if he was the type of guy who'd sit down and plan something rather than just charge right in. Which...he wasn't. Not at all. Spike's plans were brilliant, but made up pretty quickly, never carried out perfectly, and definately involved no writing. So...he had done just that, turned around and followed the rumours, hoping for a fight which would make this boring night out worthwhile.

But approaching the warehouses meant a sea of scents hit his nose, along with the sounds of a fight going on already. He growled, looking around outside before simply jumping up onto the metal railings which ran around the outside wall of the warehouse, leaping again so he was neatly perched on a window ledge. And watched, rather curiously, as the fight went on beneath him.

Some guy was killing vamps. Other vampire's might have been irritated, but Spike wasn't other vampires, and the only feeling he felt right now was a deep surge of plain embarrasment. Those vamps were utterly shit at fighting. It almost made the Master vampire cringe. The guy who was doing the killing though, he intrigued the punk vampire quite a bit. For one thing, he was howling. And smelt demon, not human, but not werewolf. Interesting.

Who's there? Oh, evil sneaker uppers might not have answered to that. Spike enjoyed answering direct questions however. "Someone who's bloody embarrassed at the lack of fighting ability this hellhole provides. Was that it? Seriously? Who the bloody hell would turn creatures like them?"

[kurt]

Kurt turned around and looked up at the sight of yet another vampire. His fingers didn't loosen on the stake. Slowly his eyes studied the man in Kurt's vision he tunneled all his focus on this one vampire. The area dimmed and the noise grew faint, monitoring all subtle movements the vampire made Kurt eventually zoomed out of focus and went back to his more normal senses.

When the vampire had said he was embarrassed by the way the other vampires fought Kurt didn't say a word. Was he supposed to agree? As true as it was it was an obvious observation one that Kurt didn't feel like talking about. Instead he want to get a bit of sleep and as far as he was concerned this place would be his. Pointing his stake upwards at the vampire he narrowed his eyes.

"Do you want this warehouse?" he asked. Kurt took forever to find this place and wasn't planning on giving it up to anyone. Especially not a vampire, even though this vampire seemed a tad bit different than the others he has faced. He noticed a lack of smugness actually. Nor did he carry a tone of high superiority, Hell he didn't even sound interested in talking to Kurt.

Lowering his stake a little he spoke again, "This place is my new home. I'm not giving it up." He began to pace back and forth his eyes locked onto Spike's position. "So why are you here? Were you with the others?" he said mentioning the other vampires. Kurt didn't think he was as he didn't smell like the rest of them. He had more of stronger scent of stone than of metal. Sniffing twice in the air he tried to recall where he had smelled the scent before.

Nothing was coming to mind so he gave up. Waiting for an answer he continued to pace the area. Letting his guard down wasn't what he was going to do any time soon even if the vampire left. He didn't know who this guy was or if he had any back up. There didn't seem to be anyone, but there were a lot of tricky people in Sunnydale. Most of the tricks Kurt has seen he would have never thought of. And others are just plain stupid.

[Spike]

Do you want this warehouse? Spike pursed his lips and dropped down from the window ledge onto a platform, still raised above where the demon had been fighting, and looked around as if appraising the large cavernous space. "Well..." he paused, then snorted, "Like hell. Give me a comfy bed any day, nancy as it may be. This place stinks." He wrinkled his oddly feminine nose at the thought - and at the smell. It did stink in here, of unwashed vampires and now dust, and the old remains of blood. Who the hell ate where they slept?

His new home? Oh, so that was what the fighting was all about. A grin flickered over Spike's lips as he stepped forward, balancing on the edge and looking down at him. "Oh, not giving it up? You're meant to use the phrase 'over my dead body'. It's no fun if you don't stick to at least some of those crap cliches."

With the ohers? He glanced at the piles of dust, then back at the demon, and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not one for playin' with the kiddiwinks, you understand. I guess you've done me a favour by gettin' rid of 'em. Well, not really, 'cause I was looking forward to doin' that. You ruined by plan of fightin'. Rude." Though, he could fight the demon. And win, most likely - fighting against untrained fledges was one thing, but Spike was a hundred years young, and had killed Slayers. Two of them. So yeah, he was pretty confident that he would win. Which took most of the fun out of it.

[kurt]

Kurt's eyes followed Spike as he moved then gave him an odd stare. "Over my dead body? I'm not dead...I don't get it." Sayings like that still confuse Kurt as he takes them to heart. The place did have a stench to it, but it wasn't one Kurt wasn't familiar with. The smell of blood was never a bad thing for him. Considering in Glaor how he used to be covered with it most of the times. One learns to cope with the smells dealt with every day.

Hearing that the vampire didn't want the warehouse for himself Kurt smiles. "Good." Walking towards his backpack he moved it to the center of the room. His eyes began to wander towards the spots of dust and shards of glass. It wouldn't take too long to clean up.

Hearing Spike talk about how he wanted to fight the vampires himself Kurt turned his head to look back at the vampire. He too wanted a good fight. Something the two could actually agree on. But Kurt didn't say anything as he just turned his head back to his backpack opening it up he turned it upside down and shook out the items inside. Candy, beef jerky, knives, and a picture frame came tumbling out.n"So do you always go out to hunt your own kind?" Kurt asked. Picking up a pack of Skittles he ripped the bag open with his teeth. Pouring some in his mouth he chewed loudly.

[drusilla]

Drusilla knew she shouldn't be out without Spike epically how weak she was, but Dru wasn't to bad in fact this insane vampire was quite strong for someone who looked innocent. Swaying her hips as she walked smelling her Spike scent princess was bored not wanting to be alone with minions who bugged her. Okay So Dru did have a snack before she life what could it hurt.

Tonight attire was a white ling flowing dress as long black hair was curled a bit down her back and face time for home. "Miss Edith Spike will be very crossed to see us out here late, but I can say it your fault. That way we won't get trouble I feel the stars singing my Spike close"

Coming along to some type of warehouse this looked like where her and Spike lived but in their place it was so much more better since her grandmum hated dirty places. Opening the warehouse door dru walked inside holding Miss Edith in her arms sure she was still recovering from the mob attack. This was before they came to Sunnydale doing much damage to Drusilla, and boy did they get pay back. Hearing her Spike then another person she followed them.

"Spike? Me and Miss Edith got cold and lonely you just left me all alone with daddy. he to busy having fun with grandmum the stars told me I would find you here" Dru tip toed like a child to Spike kissing him lovingly as her eyes turned to Kurt staring him down. "You got a pet oh how fun someone Miss Edith could play with. Do you like Daisies hmm I plant them, but they always die. Everything I put in the ground wivers and dies" She stayed against Spike in case her head started to hurt.

[Spike]

Spike raised an eyebrow disbelievingly. "Is that for real? You seriously just asked that?" Some demon, not understand simple phrases. It wasn't even as if 'Over my dead body' was a English phrase. Actually...no...wait...well, maybe. Spike didn't know, and didn't care. Still, he felt the need to explain - of course, it could be more fun to do so. Which was why he did it. "Ah, well, over your dead body, means I kill you...then take it. Over your body, see? You're not in the way if you're dead."

Not that he was interested in taking this crappy little warehouse, but oh well. Again, it was fun to play around with demons, and Spike was bored. Did he always go out to hunt his own kind. Spike shrugged, crouching down before jumping elegantly off the ledge, landing his his duster whirling around his ankles, blowing out a plume of smoke as he did so. "No," he said with a smirk, "I don't hunt them at all. I fight them, there's a difference. The happy meals on legs don't give as much...fun in the whole fighting back thing. Dead boring sometimes."

He grinned, walking around the demon a little bit, before standing still, feet splayed and standing tall...well, as tall as a man barely hitting 5'9 could. "What about you, demon-kid? D'ya just fight when you want something for yourself? Anythin' like that for fun?"

Spike was about to offer to go against him, or just start fighting anyway, because offering wasted time...but then he heard her. Heard and smelt, and froze, before revolving slowly on his heel to face the figure approaching them. And that damn doll. His voice was automatically smoother, softer, more loving...less of the big bad vampire, and more of a lover. It always was when Dru was around.

"Dru? What are you doing here? You're not meant to be up and about, darling."

[kurt]

Tilting his head to the side at Spike's explanation of the phrase Kurt let out an, "Ah" sound. His small fangs revealed slightly by how wide his mouth was, "You mean...how can I translate this correctly...Um...Corpse snatching when you killed a prey and then take their stuff and make weapons out their bones." It made perfect sense now that Spike had explained it to him.

"No. A fight is friendly or playful. A hunt is when you aim to attack, kill, or take over." To Kurt the word hunt in this language wasn't properly translated in his own language. To him whoever wasn't in his pack and they were fighting was considered a hunt. Or even when one was trying to overthrow the alpha that was considered a hunt. Fighting within the pack was the same as wrestling with humans.

Sure the fighters would get bruises and bloodied, but with their healing abilities it didn't truly matter. That was when an odd scent flew through Kurt's nostrils, it was almost like Spike's but...sweeter yet more earthy. Blinking twice and shaking his head Kurt tried to focus back on Spike.

"I hunt when I feel homesick. Or bored. I only killed these vampires because they didn't want to give the place up. So I corpse snatched it." using the term again. When the woman appeared into the warehouse Kurt's full attention fell on her. Apparently the two knew each other, then hearing her speak Kurt raised a brow. "Pet?" Looking around he then pointed to himself, "Me? Heh, no I'm not a pet." he said bashfully.

"Daises...their nice I guess, they smell good. Do you water them, I heard that they needed that." why was he talking to this woman who was obviously nuts? Or at least missing something. The way she talked though reminded him of a shaman he knew. Nice guy. But same characteristics--crazy. At least one good thing came out of this situation, now Kurt knew their names.

Spike and Dru. His new vampire house guest for his new house. Or home, however one puts it. They say that the home is where the heart is. That was another phrase Kurt gets. He assumes it means where one person was physically was where their home was. Which made way more since to him considering his nomadic ways.

[drusilla]

Dru? What are you doing here? You're not meant to be up and about, darling
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"I was lonely and you left me all alone everyone was being so loud the buzzing in my head they made it worse." Drusilla grabbed her head bending down some making woo sound she was still a bit weak, and really should be laying down. "I need to rest Miss Edith" Drusilla kept beside Spike unsure exactly who this man was, but was he okay and what was with that stake no way was Dru going to be stake. "He a slayer I kill that bad stake very bad stake" Dru said buzzing a bit her fingers going to her head rubbing her temples everyone back home was annoying her, and no way was she going to stay be pestered by people.

"Spike why are you here..Princess was waiting for you"Holding her doll close her eyes then looked to Kurt cooing some as her soft feet circled Kurt almost checking him out as her hand rubbed her doll hair. "I saw you coming, my lovely. The moon showed me. It told me to come into the twentieth century." She said to Spike slowly her hands touching Kurt almost checking him out. "My bird he no sing to me Spike says I killed him, but he not dead. I don't water daisies why water them?" The boy was confusing to her or maybe it was just her who was confusing people that was something she was good at.

"Spike my head hurts" She said with a whimper stopping across from them holding her head bending down as her fingers rubbed her temples sure Dru needed to be home in bed but she was starving. "Spike is this your new friend he smells demon..We got a demon the stars told me they always can tell what you are." She held her doll up to Kurt. "Miss Edith this is Spike and her don't get along to well you will get along with her." Giggles a bit insane wasn't exactly Drusilla and slowly her body moved back to Spike. "This place is weird"

[Spike]

Spike stared at the demon for a moment, blinking once. Slowly. His expression was blank, as if he was half about to laugh, half about to frown, then also about to sneer and tell the demon that it was a moron. "Not...exactly..." It was...one way, of thinking about that saying. Oh, god, this wasn't a lesson, was it? No, no, Spike didn't do that teaching thing. He'd never had the chance to, never had the need to, and he sure as hell wasn't about to start now. Still, was it so odd to find it all just slightly endearing. What an odd little demon.

"Hunt means to hunt. To eat. To prey upon the happy meals, and rip their necks out. A kill is a fight. Should be savoured. A kill should not be art...that's Angelus' area." he said the last bit as a mumble to himself. Fighting was the way, Spike loved to fight. To win a fight was an achievment. He....well, loved it. "No, not corpse snatched, what the hell is corpsed snatch. You...won it. I guess. Won it, yeah. You killed 'em, and won it through a fight. That works." He nodded his head to himself, making it clear in his mind. "You're an endearing little fella, y'know?"

He turned to Dru quickly, shaking his head. "No, Dru! You're not meant to be out. Meant to go home, go home luv...you need to rest!" He wasn't stupid enough to admit she was weak in front of a strange demon.

[kurt]

Kurt had dropped the stake he found no need for it, these two vampires seemed harmless enough. And by harmless he means to him, they didn't seem interested in this place nor fighting him specifically. Listening to the woman talk and watching her move around him Kurt found it a bit unsettling until she mentioned the talking to the moon.

"You can hear the moon?" he asked. His voice was a bit hyper than usual as he began to spin as she circled him. "I talk to it but it never answers back. I didn't think it actually would speak back." As Spike went on in explaining what the difference between fighting and hunting Kurt tilted his head side to side. "Guess that makes sense...I guess."

Seeing the doll held out to him Kurt blinks then smiles. "Heh, she has nice hair." Kurt would notice things that other people would think odd. He notices that walls sometimes are too bumpy or that a person chews their gum a certain way. He wasn't completely analytic rather just curious in all areas of life. The doll itself smelled exactly like Drusilla. That thing must always be with her.

Kurt had an item just like that, his pendant that May once had. Until she died, to keep her memory with him he took her pendant from her neck. It was a common tradition in his culture. Well actually it was more like forming a necklace out of the deceased bones and give it to the current death collector to keep their memory with them and the bones safe. Bones were very important to Fenrir, keeping the bones of their dead safe meant that their spirit will always follow them and be with them on their next hunt.

It was a whole unity thing, death doesn't separate or truly weaken Fenrir demons unless it is a large amount of death. Then they'll just either die out or assimilate with another pack. Pride isn't something they are to completely set up on. Only continuing their race and surviving. Even if it means taking in another pack it only increases their strength.

[drusilla]

"Yes I tell the moon lots of things it sings to me with the stars Miss Edith likes it, but I don't know if Spike does" Dru did not want to go home besides she was bored and the minions were only driving her insane. Standing her ground she was not weak alright maybe a little bit, but she was getting better so that was a plus.

"I am not going home Miss Edith get very crossed if I went home..You trying to rid of princess now" She had a upset tone to her voice and Spike had gotten loud to her that was never a good thing, and now she thought she was doing something bad.

Seeing Kurt mention about Miss Edith had nice hair she giggled a little bit. "Miss Edith has my hair all pretties and shiny like lambs all fuzzy and soft" She made a sad tone now she was upset not only for Spike wanting rid of her, but for raising his voice to her. "I need to make voices stop"

She held her head pacing a little bit why was Spike mad at her? She didn't do nothing to deserve getting yelled at was Dru actually going to cry no, but she did walk away from the boys going to a corner of the wall sitting down.

Not turning around she had her back to Spike and them. Rocking back and forth she held Miss Edith making sad sounds how could Spike yell at her.

[Spike]

Spike looked between the demon that he had been actually quite looking forward to fighting (some training, y'know? It was hard for him to find any decent opponants after those two Slayers, not that he was gettin' big for his boots...and this one had vanquished a room through of vampire's by himself), and then to his dark princess, talking in the way that he loved, the words dancing around him. Admittedly, not making sense, but Dru rarely made sense.

What was more irritating, really, was the fact that she was here. She was weak, goddamn it! Why the hell couldn't she, or the others, see that? Being out here, like this...she'd come here by herself! "Dru, this is silly! You can't keep doing this luv, wandering around by yourself. There's slayer around, ain't there?" he said softly, crooning the words to her, gentle like. Yes, he was trying to get rid of his princess, even though it pained him to do so. But her words and her upset face made him relent quickly. It always did. Spike was a sucker for Dru, and Dru knew it. He'd do anything his Princess said, even if he didn't believe it himself. Because he loved her.

He watched her go and sit down, shaking his head slowly, before glancing back at the demon. And, just so the vamp killer was aware, and put himself in between the demon and where his princess was sat by the wall, feet planted firmly apart, and growled. He was not killing her. That was much exchanged through his eyes alone, really...Spike didn't care whether the demon had considered it or not. He'd put his weapons down, but that meant nothing. Better to be safe than sorry.

"So, tell me...You new around here?" he inquired in a suddenly friendly tone, a contrast to the snarling he had done moments before.