Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

noctis quod fio vestri vernula. Janus, nos queso vos.”
If anything the temperature plummets further and Ethan
is breathing heavily, his blood dripping sluggishly onto
the top of the statue as he leans forward.
“Janus, nos queso vos.”
Spike clutches at his head as the candles flicker and flare
and then he lets out an almighty scream and slumps to
his knees in the centre of the circle. I start to move
towards him, when there’s a crash behind me as the
door smashes against the wall and swings back, hanging
precariously from one hinge. Buffy and Willow barrel into
the room breathing hard, with Riley at their heels, and I
feel like I’m outside my body, looking down on the scene,
like I’m watching some surreal mime or puppet theatre.
Spike on his knees, rocking back and forth with his hands
on his head. Ethan facing him, his hands clutched, vicelike,
to the statue of his god. Giles, glasses in hand, his
expression half way between guilty and defiant. Buffy
has her hands clenched like she’s ready for battle and
Willow is at her back, her eyes narrowed and her mouth
set as she takes in the scene. Riley is there, as always, in
the background, ramrod straight, his hand reaching for a
weapon that isn’t there. I can’t see myself, but I don’t