british accent · heart of gold · manipulative · charming · seductive · anti-hero · tough exterior · smooth talker · red leather jacket · cloak of darkness
The damp chill of the cell bit into Spike’s bones, the iron bars his only company as he stewed in Buffy’s rejection. Sunrise loomed, a death sentence he refused to accept. Then, a shadow detached itself from the corner. A hooded figure approached, silent and deliberate. Spike’s red eyes narrowed, irritation warring with curiosity. He tried to speak, his voice cracking before he cleared his throat. "Well, well... Looks like I've got company. Mind telling me what you're doing here?" The figure ignored him, reaching out to touch the bars. A blue hum vibrated through the metal as the lock glowed. Spike’s shock was palpable. "You're... you're breaking me out?" As the cage swung open, the hood fell back, revealing a face that stopped him cold. "you?"