Edging Back In.

A/N: This is my second fan fiction. I've always like Spike/OC relationships. So sorry if it's really bad! Only your reviews can better me! If u have any ideas or challenges, I'm welcome! Also, u can help me with spelling and grammar! I like writing, I'm just really bad at it!

Disclaimer: If any of the Angel/Buffy characters belonged to me, I wouldn't be writing really bad fan-fiction. A spin-off would be on the way. But they doesn't. Maybe someone should contact Joss for me...

Relationship details: Spike/OC. Sorry, but like I said, big fan!

"Jack Daniel's bottle," I ordered, putting money on the table.

Michael's face showed shock, "You had a bad day?"

"Understatement of the century. Jack Daniel's," I snapped, waiting for Michael to give me an over priced bottle.

"Put the bottle back," growled a familiar voice.

Michael looked from me to the brown haired vampire behind me, "Ignore him. Give me the bottle."

"Ignore me and you'll feel the blood pouring from places in your body you never knew you had."

Gulping, Michael's face turned pale and pasty. He turned on his heel and put the bottle on the bar, making an apologetic face annd handing me over 20. I raised my eyebrows and he put another 20 on the table. I let him off with the other 30 'cause of the trouble.

"You never drink," Angel said sitting down beside me.

"What I do in my private time doesn't concern you," I hissed, rolling up my money and shoving it in my pocket while I pushed past a group of vamps. He followed me out.

"Does if your planing to drink yourself to an oblivion, and probably get drunk yourself by a vamp.

"What do you care? You lo couldn't wait to see the back of me in that office, and you know it-"

"Is that what you think?"

"Of course that's what I think! First you guys were fine with me! Then... when... when she came along-"

"You're blaming this all on Nina?"

"Who the hell else? She's evil Angel! As soon as she waltzed in, she saw me as a threat and tried to get rid of me. In more ways than one-"

"What's that meant to mean?"

I stopped storming off for a minute and took a look at Angel before unbuttoning my shirt slightly and showing him a scar above my left breast.

"That's what I meant to mean. And you wondered why I wasn't at work a month back? I was in hospital getting a blood transfusion. She nearly hit an artery."

Angel shook his head, "She wouldn't... she must've wolfed-"

"It was a full moon a week later. Angel, do you honestly think I lay out all those false clues? Do you? 'Cause I was with someone about the time the body was found. Even then, I can't believe that you're blaming me for that-"

"I didn't blame you-"

"You showed evidence and said I couldn't be at the meetings any more. I can't believe I thought you were my friend..." I said, stalking off again. I could feel him staring after me, "And you can tell Spike not to bother visiting tonight. I'll just lock him out until he's ashes."

Asshole. How dare he? I trusted him. I thought we were friends. Possibly dating friends. And that lying bastard. Spike. He promised.