[RL] is anybody out there

[rudolphofvamps]

[New York. Not his favorite place. Even less so when he had to ride the subway. Spike did his best to keep his head down and try not to think, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. Each shove of thronging New Yorkers made him a little number as he glanced down at the scrawled address over crumpled paper for the millionth time.

As he steps out onto the street, the Sun's almost down. Keeping his eyes on his boots, he pushes hands with chipping nail polish into his duster pockets, trying not to feel the last of its warmth on his face. He couldn't feel more out of place as he's looking up the nose of Petrelli Manor, keeping his eyes out for Peter. Steeling himself, he steps up on the lawn, half-expecting an aerial attack. Or maybe one from the side.]

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[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter lifts his eyebrows, fairly surprised by the short story. ] Really? I don't know, maybe it had something to do with it being a demon, not a person.

Or maybe he can't. I didn't have his ability long enough to find out what it takes to stop being addicted.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

... Addicted? Right. Well, they were vampires, so somehow I think it had more to do with them being human-shaped than not.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

You don't know about the addiction part of it? [ He grimaces, ] But yeah, i'll take your word for it.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

He didn't clue me into that tasty tidbit.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

It's part of his ability, it turns it into an addiction.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He's leaning forward again.] And you had this addiction for a while, yeah?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Not for very long, a couple of days. But long enough to know.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike looks far off a second, caught in memory.] We were all innocent victims once, but it's what we did after that counts now.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Sylar was the one that stopped me. That was when he thought we were brothers, but-- [ Peter sighs, shaking his head. ] I sure as hell wasn't the victim.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He gives a mirroring sigh, gaze directed out the window. A bit of relief washes over him as the sun sets. Otherworldly sun or otherwise, he doesn't want any part in it.] What now?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Looking up from fidgeting with his cup, he raises his eyebrows in question. ] What do you mean?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Guess it's not really a question for you. I'm just not any closer to knowing what's next.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Even if you thought you knew, doesn't mean things couldn't change.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

True enough, mate. [He's getting up suddenly, the itch from sitting still getting to be too much.] Let's clear out of here, huh?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. [ Following suit and standing up, Peter tosses his cup into the nearest trashcan before looking back to Spike. ]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

I'll figure it out, right? Always do.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

You'll be fine. Just do what you need to.