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ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@platiinums asked: “how about we don’t do that.” — Spike for Maria

Sweet nothings whispered into the ears of her would be progeny; a young, human man on the brink of unconsciousness in the alley of some lowly bar. Her senses lit up by the blood seeping from the knife wound at his side put there by other humans. Most of whom she had let go - a strategic move. A space left on the chessboard to move a pawn. The dying human would view her as his savior and, along with the frenzy of newly acquired vampiric senses, wish for vengeance on those who had attacked him. Violence and rage she could mould in her hands like putty. Allowing him his revenge and bloodlust would only make him more grateful to her, more malleable. Just what she needed in the perfect soldier. Sharp, red nails adorn slender fingers that move back the hair on his bruised, swollen face, eyes lulling back into his skull. Fangs extend, ready to inject her venom, when she is interrupted by a familiar voice.

Maria's browns do their own roll back into her skull before she drops the human with far less grace than she'd been deploying for her earlier performance of a gentle, angelic saviour. The flow had been ruined! She turns to face the younger vampire, fangs snapping back into her mouth but her disdain still saturating her features. "And why not?" Arms fold across her chest as heeled boots saunter closer to Spike, dark eyes peering up at him. "Last I checked this was my jurisdiction." She stops in front of him, but with a safe enough distance between them if she had to make a speedy exit. He may have been a younger vampire but Maria was not fool enough to take him in combat alone. "It's been a long time, William. What brings you to Mexico?"