buffy the vampire slayer related, vamps needed

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    a slayer is a girl who kills vampires and demons, I need some vampires in love and of course a vamp like mine, and some witches and humans


    name: william (spike or william the bloody)
    age: 126 (hes been around)
    looks: Tall, handsome, adams apple, bleach blonde hair thats sleeked back and short, high cheek bones, chiseled, wears black, and has a leather trench coat, smokes, and loves to kill


    got his nickname by killing his victims after torturing them with railroad spikes


    (youll know exaclty who this is if your a buffy fan :)


    scoffs upon romance and edward cullen XD


    hes not original, so don't say anything, if your a buffy fan then you can use


    willow, giles, xander, anya, andrew, angel, cordelia, etc.

    (I'll play a vampire, but I'm not going to be a bland soulless monster. I will be an ex vampire hunter, who was a boy, and obviously failed. That good?)

    "It's about time you woke up." A tall, fairly muscular male vampire with long black hair stood in front of the one known as "Spike." He glared with confidence at the white-haired, rebel vampire with his dark, piercing eyes. He took a step closer, his hands folded behind him over a black robe that was open in the front, bearing his chest. "Surprised to be tied up to that pole, William? I would be if I were you." Spike was in fact expertly bound with nylon cord and chains to a tall stake, some loose wood was gathered around his feet. "Do you ever wonder why there are no others like you? No vampires who are willing to ravage and torment the living so freely over the ages?" The black-robed vampire smirked. "Slayers? No. It's because of me, my dear friend. I am Damien Varomere, and I consider myself to be a regulator of our kind. Your heedless rampaging is only feeding our enemies. It will stop tonight..."

    Damien narrowed his eyes a moment, then began pacing slowly. "You do realize the seriousness of your situation, don't you? You know, I don't usually go through the trouble of confronting my targets, but... " He stopped to look at him again. "I knew the line that sired you, William. Noble and powerful vampires indeed they were."

    Yeah drusilla" he laughed "she was nuts you know" he smiled at Damien "and yeah, I'm tied to a post being talked to by an 'evil' vamp that apparently plans to talk me to death, been there done that" spike shrugged

    "'Evil' is subjective, my friend." Damien folded his arms. "I can either burn you now, or we can talk until sun-up, at which point you'll also burn... or you can tell me what your problem is."