deep_red_bells: ([Spike] We are so better than you)
1) He smelled like leather, cigarettes, and whiskey
2) He thought she was an idiot. But a cute and likable idiot.
3) He was a vampire.
4) He needed a friend.
5) And a place to stay.
6) He could be very charming when he wanted to be.
7) And also very damned annoying.
8) He'd saved the world.
9) He knew what she was.
10) He wanted to help her.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Amused)
Spike is a famous vampire now?

Shit, he was hard enough to live with already.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Fear)

[voicemail left for Annie--furious Baileigh is furious]

Those vampires that attacked Claire knew what she could do, before they even saw her heal. Do I even need to tell you the ways that this is bad? I hope not. So everything you know? You better be fucking telling me, post-fucking-haste RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. I've had enough of this 'protect the poor pregnant woman from the bad bad stuff' BS.

[voicemail left for Spike]

Look, I know this is supposed to be happy fun vacation times for you and Amelia? But there's a situation. I'm worried about Claire and I'm--it's our sort of stuff, and I can't DO anything, Spike. I'd feel much, much better if you could be here like...immediately? I asked Adam, and he said as long as there's no gambling with the kittens of course you guys are welcome. I told him the kitten thing was way in the past, and do me a favor and don't make a liar out of me about that, okay?

I just really need you around right now. Before I stress myself into an early labor.

That was a joke. Mostly.

deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Scratched)
Is it all right if Spike comes to stay at the house for a bit? He's...just had a bad time lately, and I'm worried about him, and he needs some time away from the school. It's just him and his girlfriend, Amelia. I know we have the room but...I dunno. Figured I should ask.
deep_red_bells: ([Slayer] Weapon)

"The last act is bloody, however fine the rest of the play. They throw earth over your head and it is finished forever." - Blaise Pascal

Even though Hank was home and well on the mend and Claire had gone back to the Hamptons, Baileigh lingered for a bit longer in Nevada; the crisis wasn’t over, her extended family needed her, and there was an incubus that needed his ass beat. She knew, despite her protests to the contrary, that she wasn’t going to be able to directly deliver the beating, but it was shockingly easy to slip back into the roll of the captain, to sit in the library with the witches, the Watchers and Spike and formulate a game plan.

“I still don’t see why we can’t head up a direct assault,” she was arguing with Terry when the front doorbell rang. “Yes, I know there are human beings involved, and they’re under Nahuel’s thrall, but my God, they’re still human, we can find some non-lethal ways of getting them out of the way.”

It’s not that simple, Baileigh,,” Terry sighed. “Kill him and you break the thrall. Break the thrall, and there is no telling how it’ll affect whoever he has under his control. Including Amelia. We can’t risk it.

Baileigh winced and shot a quick glance at Spike before tightening her jaw. “He needs to die.”

Ain’t nobody fucking arguing with that, Bee,” Cain grumbled, somewhat calmer now that he knew his daughter wasn‘t fighting for her life, but still plenty murderous. “I also ain’t saying I disagree. For fuck’s sake, Tati--”

“I’m working on it.” The little blonde witch was too tired to inject anymore venom in her tone, but she did manage to glare at Cain from over the top of her book.

“Back off, big bro,” Juliana drawled in warning, a little fed up with the constant snarls tossed in their direction as well. “Magic ain’t easy or simple. You rush a complex spell, you get disaster--will somebody answer the goddamned door?!”

“I’ll get it. God knows we’re not getting anywhere in here.” Petty of her, probably, but they were all on edge, and she was cranky.

She was retired, for Christ’s sake. The Powers needed to give her a break.

The kitchen smelled of some sort of potion and chocolate chip cookies; separately, pleasant scents, but in combination, fairly revolting, and the assault on her hypersensitive nose did nothing to improve her mood as she passed through to answer the door. The person waiting on the other side was a boy, dark haired and young and thoroughly unfamiliar. “Can I help you?” she asked, unable to muster up much of a smile but refraining from open hostility, at least.

“Hi.” He smiled, boyish and charming. “I’m a friend of Hank’s--we went to school together, before she moved--I heard she was home from the hospital, can I come in?”

“No.” She raised an eyebrow as he blinked at her tactlessness--invitations weren’t something they were free with in this house, and she didn’t feel like dancing around it. “Hank was tight with all of three people at that crappy high school, and you are so not one of them, so who the hell are you and what do you--”

“Who is it?”

It was a stupid mistake. She turned her head a fraction of an inch to answer Madison. She never should’ve taken her eyes off of him. If she’d looked away completely, if she’d been even a little less cautious, she never would’ve seen the knife.

Deeply ingrained instinct took over completely, compensating for the extra weight she carried around her middle and her lack of balance--someone was attacking her, and she had to stop them. She moved out of the way of the switchblade’s thrust, and her fingers closed tightly around the wrist of the arm holding the weapon. Her palm smashed against his elbow, and she felt the bone snap. She didn’t hear the knife drop, or the boy cry out, or Madison scream, over the roar in her ears. She jerked his arm and brought her elbow up, smashing his nose. She didn’t hear the crunch or realize that something wasn’t right when he dropped to the floor. She kicked the switchblade away and backed up out of the reach of his arms in case he tried to trip her and stared at Madison as if she’d grown a second head when she rushed forward and dropped to the boy’s side.

“Oh God,” she was shrieking. “Oh God oh God--TERRY? Oh God oh God oh God--”

“Christ, Madison, back up--”

“Baileigh what did you do?”

She blinked without comprehending why Madison was looking at her like that, wide-eyed, panicked and accusing, terrified. It wasn’t until she looked down at the body that it sunk in.

It--he--was human. Very human. Vampires didn’t break like that, and what was sprawled across the linoleum was so very broken. It was very real blood seeping onto the floor, and there was no life in the ruined mess that, until a few seconds before, had been a youthful, handsome face.

The roar went away. Everything went away. Like watching a muted television program, she saw the scene and the color and the faces and the blur of the furniture and walls as Spike pulled her into the living room. I didn’t meant to, she kept thinking, and she couldn’t tell if she was actually speaking. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to.

The volume came back up, too loud. Too many people yelling. She sat on the couch and stared down at the blood spots on her arm and wished she could find the mute button again. Wished she could cover her ears, but her hands were bloody and she didn’t know how to hold them. It was like they weren’t hers anymore.

She jumped when Cain sat down on the couch next to her. “Did I--” Kill him. She couldn’t make herself say it. “I did, didn’t I?”

It’s fine. I called Claire. She…fixed it. He was Nahuel‘s. The trauma broke the thrall, he don‘t remember shit.

“Oh--good.” She swallowed and nodded at the blood stains as though they were the one addressing her. It was fixed. It was all fixed. All neat and tidy and no one would ever know. They’d mop the kitchen floor, wash their hands, wash their clothes. No one would ever know.

You’re going home right fucking now, with Hiro an‘ Claire. Don‘t argue with me.

He said it like he was expecting one, but she didn‘t have a fight left in her. And she realized he was touching her, just a hand on her back that moved up to her shoulder and squeezed. She squirmed away from it and struggled to get to her feet. She didn’t want to be touched. “Okay.”


“Oh God, please don’t,” she protested in a whisper, shaking her head desperately. “Please don’t pull that ‘It’s not your fault’ routine, please. I don’t want to hear it. I just want to go home.” She shook her head, almost comically, trying to shake away the thoughts and the words and the noise and kept talking as he tried to speak over her. “I’m gonna go clean up. I’m gonna go get my things. I just want to go home. Tell everyone I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I‘m so sorry.”

Bee?” Claire.

“Hey, hi.” She clasped her hands behind her back, hiding the bright red stains. “I’ll just be a minute.” A breath. “Thank you. For coming. I’ll just be a minute.”

Claire bit her lip, and Baileigh used the moment of hesitation to flee.

[ooc: in relation to this and this. Terry ([profile] if_she_could ), Cain ([personal profile] fear_noevil ), Spike ([profile] follow_my_blood ), Juliana ([profile] love_inchains ), & Claire ([profile] girl_ofsecrets ) are all used with love and permission. Hiro referenced is [profile] powered_otaku , who I hope doesn't mind being referenced. Tatiana and Madison are mine to use and abuse.]
deep_red_bells: ([Julian] All smiles)

Well, we’re married, so I think it stands to reason that yes, we live together. It’s us, our two dogs, and…huh, in about four and a half months, a baby.

Of course, we were living together before then--yay for living in sin? Personally I don’t think you should marry someone without living with them first. I mean, really--people have quirks and habits that can, potentially, drive you nuts. You should be aware of these things before you take a step as big as marriage.

It’s funny…I used to be one of those people that had to have their own space. I’d never lived with a guy before. I hated to feel smothered. I wanted my space for me. My things. My towels and my underwear drawer and my stuff in the shower and bathroom put up just how I wanted it. I didn’t like feeling…crowded.

And then Spike shacked up in my basement. Of course, I didn’t really have to worry about him encroaching all up in my personal space because we weren’t like that, and he didn’t really eat anything save for the occasional cereal or vanilla wafers crushed up in his cup of blood (which, hm, I haven’t eaten vanilla wafers since then, come to think of it), and he was pretty good about replacing any booze he drank (he was more of a beer guy anyway, and I hate beer, so), and if he left the toilet seat up or put wet towels in the floor I could just, you know, punch him. Still, I think things worked out pretty well. It was a good stepping stone. Having a roommate, to living in a dorm type environment with the girls, to living with Julian.

And honestly, he’s most definitely the easiest to live with, and I’m not just saying that because I love him.

He never forgets the toilet seat.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Smug)
The Blind Date Meme

Not for me. For Spike.

Boy needs to get laid.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Serene)

1) His birth name is William.
2) He was sired by Drusilla.
3) He's killed two Slayers: Xin Rong and Nikki Wood. I've seen them both die in my dreams. More than once.
4) He was at Woodstock.
5) Nazis tried to experiment on him. The Initiative DID experiment on him.
6) He's a Champion--AKA, saved the world.
7) He puts the strangest things in his pig's blood.
8) He gives good hugs.
9) He's the most brutally honest person I've ever met.
10) He really, really likes onion blossoms, and good whiskey.
11) He fought hard to regain his soul.
12) He gets really cranky when you mention Angel, The Immortal, or Dracula.
13) He's a better man than anyone gives him credit for.
deep_red_bells: (Default)
[completely and totally locked from Julian]

The partner (what a horrid word):

1) He's not around enough.
2) He's a dirty rotten tease.
3) I'm entirely too easily manipulated by him. He turns me into putty, that's pathetic, I'm a goddamned slayer for Christ's sake, under no circumstances should I be putty.
4) He won't let me try on tacky shoes.
5) He doesn't appreciate movies with singing animals.
6) My brain doesn't seem to function properly where he's concerned.
7) I like him way too much.
8) He vexes me. I'm terribly vexed.
9) That I worry about him all the time.
10) Someday he'll lose interest in me.


[completely and totally locked from Spike]

The best friend:

1) He leaves wet towels on the floor.
2) He stole my favorite coffee mug for blood drinking use, and I can never drink coffee out of it again.
3) He sucked me into soap operas.
4) He crushes cereal up in his pig's blood.
5) He pushed me hard in the beginning and part of me has never forgiven him for turning me into a weapon.
6) He's brutally honest when sometimes I'd prefer that he lie.
7) He's right when I don't want him to be.
8) He knows me too well.
9) He doesn't like the person mentioned in the list above.
10) Someday he'll leave me.


The siblings:

I've never met them, but my dad took the time to actually raise them and, oh, you know, be apart of their damned lives, so we'll make that reasons 1-10.
deep_red_bells: (Sullen)
But fine, I'll pretend for a moment that I would be.

1) For my car to never break down again.
2) To have more patience when dealing with certain people.
3) To have more time with certain people.
4) To have more time to myself.
[locked from Spike, Buffy, and all the Slayers and Watchers at the training school]
5) For Spike to be human again.
6)To be able to walk in the sunlight a little more.
7) Not to have to fight so much.
8) Gas prices: much, much lower.
9) A pair of these.
10) Oh, what the hell. World peace.
deep_red_bells: (Recumbent)
First of all, I assume 'can't live without' is used pretty loosely? I don't know if there's anyone I absolutely couldn't LIVE without. Let's just say this is a list of people I really really like.

1) Buffy, possibly the coolest chick I've ever met.
2) Mr. B, the dad figure I never had.
3) Sandra, sweet as pie, tough as nails and mad with class.
4) Ford, the Will to my Grace.
5) Amp, the other Will Jack to my Grace.
6) Spike, my surrogate big brother.
7) Peter, adorable world saving cutie pie.
8) Abby, who I'd kind of like to be when I grow up.
9) Adam, who's been kicking ass, taking names and bringing sexyback for a long, long time.
10) Ruby, stronger than dirt.
11) Terry, the one with whom not to fuck.
12) Denny, who just keeps surprising me. You kind of rock, buddy.
13) Julian, and I have to explain it to him, I need to add him to the list of people that need to be smacked. Except that I promised I wouldn't. Damn.


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Baileigh Solis

December 2010



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