"right it is sir" Tom said trying to make light of the situation. He subtly took the packet out of his pocket and under the table while grabbing a glass, he poured the packet inside. I hurt his eyes a little and at first shined a toxic green, then faded in to a clear color. He got out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and poured it in. "I'll tell you what sir, I'm new here and I would like to have a fine dispositon with all the regulars here, so I'll give this to ya on the house." Tom said. Tom was diobolacal but he had at least a little bit of concience. He wasn't going to make a man pay for their own death. He smiled innocently and passed the drink to Spike. His heart, were it still beating, would be fluttering right now.
Spike looked at the drink for the longest time and slowly moved his hand forward to grab the drink. Somethings seemed wrong with his right eye like it was a different color. He picked up the drink and brought it up to his lips but did not take a drink. Spike noticed a small speck on the bottom of the glass and turned the glass upside down spilling the contents onto the counter. "Clean the glasses next time. Last time I drink here in a long time.." He got up and started to march for the door.
Tom growled a few foul words then threw the glass to the ground breaking it. He picked up one of the shards looking at it. "I will have my revenge" he said then ran out.
Tom was now following Spike like a stalker. He had to find a way to kill him. Some weak point. Something. He kept following. from the shadows.
Little did he know that the glass shard he had picked up was near the bottom of the cup and therefore still had the poison on it. He looked at it on top of a building while watching Spike and realized that his eyes had started to sting. This was it. He had been given another chance. He would not fail this time. He drew back his arm and threw it as fast as he could (which, with chiropertan strength was pretty damn fast.
Spike stopped abruptly as he heard an odd whistling sound like an object being throw at a high speed. Before he could react the object impacted his arm and stabbed into it. An odd burning sensation went through his amr and he instantly knew it was a poison. He whipped around with his Jericho 941 and fired three times at a figure on the roof. "Red-shield operative Spike calling for back-up innediatly I have been poisoned by an unknown source.." His vision blurred heavily he tried to wander down the street away from where he had been hit.
one of the shots hit Tom in the leg. "Damn. No jumping get away." he said to himself. There was certainly no way he was going to climb down this building without one of his legs. He decided to hide in one of the more shadowy corners until he had healed. He had never felt a bullet before. It wasn't that bad. He pulled the bullet out of his skin grimacing in pain and the skin cells immediately started to repair themselves. it would take about fifteen minutes for his leg to be serviceable again. He just hoped no one arrived before that time.
Tom's leg had pretty much healed. He wouldn't be able to move as quickly but he still had the ability to jump. He ran over knowing that the poison would not be enough to down the hunter. He drop-kicked him in the back then put kicked the jericho away. He put his foot on Spike's neck."I hope you can hear this. I simply must show you the error in your ways. Do you want to hear or shall I just make it quick."
Spikes breathing regulated and he just looked at him and smiled. "This si more fun than I thought it would be." He did a spin kick making him turn over. A red spiot formed on his neck from where Tom had been, caused by the rapid turn. His motions were fluidly pulled off as he leaped out from under him and got to his feet. He winced as he touched his neck. "hand to hand is acceptable.." He saw where his Jericho had gone but he decided it wasn't needed.
Spike knew that vampires had excellent hearing so he decided to use it to his advantage. "Yeah, Marcus I'm going to need a new Jericho. This one needs to be twice as powerful and if you can get me some of those "blessed bullets" as you call them." He put his hands behind his head and nonchalantly walked away even though he was bleeding. As he walked away he lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
Tom did hear, and knew that he would not be able to jjust heal up like he did last time. He decided he should probably get a gun of his own to pick Spike off before He knew what was going on.
He walked in to a gun store. He looked through the selection and found a gun that called out to him. It was a t-76 longbow. He had to have it. He picked it up and went up to the counter.
"You gonna buy that" the man at the counter said. The voice sounded surprisingly familiar to Tom. It had come from the cell phone of Spike. This might have been Marcus. "What's your name?" Tom asked putting the gun on the counter.
"Why do you ask?"
"I just think I've seen you before."
"Marcus Johnson" He said dully.
He knew it! Marcus stated the price. Tom took out his credit card, long expired (He thought it might have been from the early 80s but he couldn't remember) The man looked down to swipe the card and that was when Tom took his chance. He growled savagely and bit into Marcus' neck sucking out all of the blood. "Down goes another of Spike's friends." Tom said. He was hoping that spike would figure this out soon. He decided that since he wasn't going to have to pay that he should probably load up a bit more. He took the Longbow, but also took a jericho. He was planning for Spike to have a very...ironic death.
In the gun store a woman had walked down the stairs. She seemed to be dressed in a snuck leather that looked slightly like black over-armor. She took one look at Tom and removed her two duel Jerichos Modded weapons. She fired at Tom hitting him in the lower chest. "The next bullet is silver nitrate. Tell me who you are before I end it here and now." She waited patiently for an answer. Spike could be seen walking towards the shop in the distance.
"oh yeah, just mortally injure me, that's not getting in my way" Tom said quietly to himself. He made a mental note to also kill that *****. He rolled under the counter trying not to make any noise. He was not in a state to fight right now. He slowly slid out one of the jerichos that he had picked up.
Spike walked in and went straight for his room at the end of the hall. He went into the bathroom and came out with his shirt in a ball and he threw it in the washing machine. Now shirtless he walked into the main room and looked over by a wall for a small box. He bent over and picjed the box up once he had found it. Placing the box on the table he started to rummage through it. Finding an old gun that looked like his last one he pu *** in his holster. "Damn.. I thought I would never have to use this gun again.." He walks over to the fridge and gets leftovers and sits at the table facing the front of the store.
Spike had finished his food and gone to retireve his clothes from the washer. He placed them in the dryer and went to his closet and pulled a suit almost identicle to the one he had been wearing prior to the fight. Adjusting his new clothes he made sure he had his Jericho 941 on hand. Exiting the building and locking the door behind him he noticed his friend had left already. "Damnit.. where could hse have gone?" Walking down the street he sees that the park is Semi deserted and decides to get away from all the people by hiding out in the park for a few hours.