Worlds Collide - Part I

From this perspective, even in the dark, the blurs of shadow were clearly visible, darting through the alleys, disappearing into shadows, then reappearing again, almost instantaneously, from another shadow yards away. There were three, it seemed, although they moved so quickly, it was hard to keep them straight enough to count. It was hard to tell, too, what they were doing in public. They’d last fed only a couple days ago, as far as Willow could find from the news reports, and by the body count, it was quite a feast.

Spike didn’t really have any legitimate reason to watch these new arrivals go about their business, seeing as he ended up in a crumpled mess the last time he tried to fight one, and there really wasn’t any new intel to gain by watching, but his vigilance wasn’t entirely for the “good of mankind,” as he so liked to make his recent allies believe. To Buffy and Giles and the rest of the Scooby gang, Spike’s enthusiasm was a result of his inability to hurt humans, complicated by a keen taste for violence. This was part of it, indeed, as he needed some excuse for a good scrap, but now, looking down unseen from a downtown rooftop, Spike wasn’t thinking of himself as a savior. He fancied what he could do if he were one of them.