A Cautionary Tale for Vampires

Spike spilled out onto the pavement, wrapped up in an afghan like a roll of carpeting. The second he hit, he was making for the shadows, grasping at the edges of the blanket as it threatened to expose his extremities to certain death. "It's bloody cold out here," he hissed, pulling the blanket closer more for the chill than the Sun.

He took an unnecessary breath and fidgeted, waiting for Kurt impatiently. Glancing paranoid down the street, then back down at his boots - Spike had quite the shock. One pale strip of sunlight was cut across the back of his hand. He inhaled, wincing as he awaited the familiar feeling of his skin scorching.

--But it didn't come. He blinked a few dozen times, letting the blanket drop and pool at his feet as he stepped out onto the sidewalk, holding out his bare hand. "Different dimension.. different rules." He let out another breath, then sat to continue waiting, squinting against the unfamiliar feeling of the Sun in his face. "Right."