eachdraidh | [video] open to both courts

I'm looking for someone. [ no doubt, a tried and true phrase the lockets have played before. Connor tacks a piece of paper to the locket so that everyone can see his drawing of a demon. it's sketchy and messy, but a pretty good likeness considering he was being beaten up during his confrontation with it. guess he inherited one more thing from his father's side. ]

He's over seven feet tall and made completely out of stone. And he's mine. [ and by the look on his face and the tone of his voice, that clearly means MINE TO KILL >:[ !!!! but the sassmasters of eachdraidh are welcome to poke fun at him anyway. he lowers the paper, revealing the rest of him and the lovely decoration scheme caer scima's rocking. ] He'll try and kill you, but I don't have to really warn you guys about that, huh? From what I've heard of this place, that's what we're supposed to be doing.

[ killing each other!!! guess who hasn't been given the 'make love, not war' lecture of his life. there's no clear sign on his face that explains what he thinks of that exactly. He moves to turn off the locket and hesitates. ]

I want to know. [ how do I get out, who can I beat up right now, where can I find Angel -- ] Who's winning the war?

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Oh this sounds rich. Do tell. How did you run into him?

[He bet it involves Angel being an asshole. It would fit the profile.]

[ it would have been so much easier if angel had been an asshole ]

He was the first person I met on Earth. [ the first person Connor really learned about, thanks to Holtz. casually ] I tried to kill him, but that was when I thought he was still evil.

Don't tell me you fell for his ensouled champion of the people bollocks.

[Sure, all of it was technically true. But it was also super irritating.]

I didn't fall for anything. [ except he did.... ]

Besides, it's the truth, isn't it? He's a champion. A hero of the people. That's what he's all about now.

[ he sure sounds bitter about this ]

Oh, sure, he says that now. But I knew the wanker before he went all family friendly. The only reason he's not a killer now is because he lost his nerve for it. A soul don't change a man, mate. It just makes them moodier.

[He'd seen Angelus come back, after all. There was plenty of evidence that Angel was a different man now, but Spike's grudge against his grandsire ran too deep.]

[ ...that sounds like everything Holtz has ever taught Connor. ]

You knew him when he was Angelus?

[Shoot, there was no point not admitting his secret now. The kid knew the situation. He never liked pretending to be human anyway.]

Knew him? That wanker made me the monster I am today.

[ it's really too bad this is voice because Connor has on his genuinely shocked face for maybe the fifth time today -- ]

[ of all people to meet in an alternate dimension ]

[ sure, it's not as if Spike came out point-blank and admitted he was a vampire, but it's the conclusion that Connor jumps to immediately. because Angel -- Angelus had made monsters of his own. That was kind of his M.O. Holtz had mostly been obsessed with Angelus and Darla, whether or not Spike or Drusilla ever crept up on his radar is something only the man knows himself, but the hunter had made it a point to know everything Angelus had ever done. But Connor doesn't remember the names, he thinks with a sort of blank surprise. He doesn't remember what he's been taught to remember every single day of his life. ]

He sired you? [ but then he does. ] You're... William the Bloody.

Sired the woman that sired me. [That just made him a vampire. The monster part came later.] But I go by Spike these days, mate. You can keep the "William the Bloody" to yourself.

Spike. [ he sounds less genuinely curious and more 'my vampire radar is rising' now. ]

How'd you get that name?

You know, I don't fancy I recall. Something about the railroad, I think.

[Yeah, he gets it. He has a pipsqueak wannabe slayer. How cute.]

[ he'll never be as cool as a vampire slayer ]

The older you get, the less you remember, huh. [ it's strange acting hostile at a locket (because he's speaking to a locket, isn't he) but connor's doing his best. ] Angel's like that too.

[ except angel claims he has a photographic memory but details ]

Or the less it becomes other people's business. [But oh how he despised being compared to Angel.] You can cool it, mate. I'm on the Slayer's side, me. I fight demons and drink animal blood, like a good and proper reformed vampire should.

[ that throws him for another loop, so much that he actually stops with his 'vampire grr' attitude in favor of another round of confusion ]

...So you have a soul? [ he sounds doubtful, but it's happened before. angel's living proof of that]

Soul? Bloody hell, like I'd need one of those. I've got proper sense, mate. That's all a vampire needs to get his act together. [A chip helps with that too, as well as an unexpected crush on the Slayer.]

[ ????? spike ]

You're saying sense is what makes you different. What stops you from killing people. And here I thought the whole 'soulless' thing meant you didn't have any. [ if only connor's experience with vampires went wider than angel + la goons ]

You expect me to believe that?

I've been on a strict diet for years now. You can ask the Slayer if you don't believe me.

[He should have been ashamed of this, but he managed to sound smug about it anyway. Chip or not, he could twist it into some kind of model of self restraint that Angel couldn't compete with.]

[ in contrast, connor's only sounding more confused. ]

You mean, the 'she who hunts vampires for a living' Slayer. That one. [ you know what, he's totally gonna ask ]

Buffy Summers. She has a name. [Not that Spike used it all that often.]

...I'll ask. But you should know that her word won't be enough to convince me. [ what a lie tbh. he's almost already whipped ]

Vampires without souls don't play for any side but their own.

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