Buffy ran into Angel's mansion, straight into his arms. She kissed him
firmly on the lips. Angel was rather confused. She didn't normally greet
him in this way, but well, he wasn't complaining. She pulled away a little
later, a huge grin on her face.
"Hi." he said. "To what do I owe this enormous pleasure?"
"Angel," Buffy said teasingly. Angel sighed. Here he was again. Buffy was going to use him as a source of information about the Hellmouth, rather than what he loved her for: treating him as a person. But instead, what came out of her mouth was completely indistinguishable. She seemed to gabble: "Wannagoonholidaywithme?" which, in Angel's knowledge of the English language, made absolutely no sense. He blinked, and looked at her questioningly.
"Could you possibly repeat that for me? Perhaps a little slower."
"Wanna. go. on. holiday. with. me?" Buffy repeated, over exaggerating the speed at which she was speaking. Angel could hardly believe his ears.
"Really?" he asked incredulously.
"Is that an enthusiastic 'really', or an unenthusiastic 'really'?" Buffy asked hopefully.
"That's definitely an enthusiastic 'really'" he replied hastily. There was nothing he wanted more than to be with Buffy, in an exotic place, alone.
"Good." Buffy said cheerily.
"But one small problemo, I can't go out in sunlight. Won't that be a teeny little bit awkward?" he asked.
***
Half an hour later, Buffy emerged from Angel's mansion. She was feeling elated. She was off to Spain for two whole weeks with the only man, well vampire, who had ever meant anything, apart from a friend, to her. Plus, she was going alone. Joyce was to accompany them as far as Lisbon, but then they would be able to make their own way down to Moguer, a tiny village near the Southern coast of Spain. The whole reason for this trip had been Joyce's idea, because she had place booked in one of the best Art courses in the whole wide world, but it just so happened that it took place in Lisbon, and she couldn't leave Buffy all on her own. She had come up with this small village which was supposed to be exceedingly beautiful, and she needed someone who could protect her daughter, and who better than a big, tough, vampire, named Angel.
Buffy felt as light as air. She didn't care if the only sight-seeing they could do together was in the dark, but that brought an element of mystery into it.
They were leaving in just over a week, it had been quite short notice, since a vacancy for the Art course had only just come up. Unfortunately, they would have to pretend that Angel was dead, because how would they be able to smuggle Angel in and out of the plane, without him bursting into flame? He would just have to be kept in a coffin, with all of the other luggage.
She couldn't wait.
***
Angel, if at all possible, was feeling even more excited than Buffy. He had never been on holiday with a human before, well, not since he'd been turned into a vampire, and he had never been to that area of Spain before. It was famed for it's beauty and hot weather, but none of that really bothered Angel. As far as he was concerned, the beauty of Spain, he was taking with him.
"What's my puppy up to now?" drooled an all too familiar voice from the shadows.
Angel leaped round, his vamp face shifting into position, as he growled.
"What are you doing here Drusilla? You're not welcome. Get out." He barked.
Drusilla merely laughed. "Oh dear. Has that soul made you soft?" she purred, and walked up to him, stroking his face.
Angel leaped back and growled again. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here? I thought you were in LA."
"No, my Angel. Not anymore we aren't."
"We? What do you mean we? Don't tell me Spike's here too?" Angel shouted. He didn't like the sound of this. Drusilla and Spike made a very dangerous team.
"Yes Angel. And how are we today?" Spike said, as he entered that room in his wheelchair. It seemed that his legs hadn't quite gained their strength again.
"What are you DOING HERE?" Angel repeated for the third time. These two were really trying his patience.
"Well, you see, I'm going away. Miss Edith is getting bored of the land, and she needs to be by the sea." Drusilla chanted.
"And?" spat Angel.
"Temper, temper, Angel." Spike commented smugly.
Angel ignored his snide comment.
"Well, I need someone to look after Spike. He can't come with me."
"Yes, I'm weak and helpless." Spike snapped.
"Now, now dear. We mustn't make him suspect something." whispered Drusilla to her love.
Spike smiled grimly.
"I can't. I'm going away myself." Angel said sharply.
"Well, we wouldn't want Spike to miraculously get better, and go rampaging round Sunnydale. Now would we." sang Drusilla. Angel could tell that she was enjoying this immensly. It just made him angrier. But he could see she had a point. Vampires healed a lot quicker than humans. Who knew when he would be able to walk again. And with Buffy away, it would be like giving Satan the world to go rampaging through, and locking all barriers away in a padded cell.
"Well. We'll leave you to contemplate the matter. Think it over." said Spike, seeing that this last comment of Drusilla's had hit a nerve.
"Nighty night then, my Angel. Mind the Slayer doesn't bite." said Drusilla as she and Spike left the mansion. Spike and Drusilla's laughter rang clear through the night.
Angel just sat there. What was he going to do?
"Hi." he said. "To what do I owe this enormous pleasure?"
"Angel," Buffy said teasingly. Angel sighed. Here he was again. Buffy was going to use him as a source of information about the Hellmouth, rather than what he loved her for: treating him as a person. But instead, what came out of her mouth was completely indistinguishable. She seemed to gabble: "Wannagoonholidaywithme?" which, in Angel's knowledge of the English language, made absolutely no sense. He blinked, and looked at her questioningly.
"Could you possibly repeat that for me? Perhaps a little slower."
"Wanna. go. on. holiday. with. me?" Buffy repeated, over exaggerating the speed at which she was speaking. Angel could hardly believe his ears.
"Really?" he asked incredulously.
"Is that an enthusiastic 'really', or an unenthusiastic 'really'?" Buffy asked hopefully.
"That's definitely an enthusiastic 'really'" he replied hastily. There was nothing he wanted more than to be with Buffy, in an exotic place, alone.
"Good." Buffy said cheerily.
"But one small problemo, I can't go out in sunlight. Won't that be a teeny little bit awkward?" he asked.
***
Half an hour later, Buffy emerged from Angel's mansion. She was feeling elated. She was off to Spain for two whole weeks with the only man, well vampire, who had ever meant anything, apart from a friend, to her. Plus, she was going alone. Joyce was to accompany them as far as Lisbon, but then they would be able to make their own way down to Moguer, a tiny village near the Southern coast of Spain. The whole reason for this trip had been Joyce's idea, because she had place booked in one of the best Art courses in the whole wide world, but it just so happened that it took place in Lisbon, and she couldn't leave Buffy all on her own. She had come up with this small village which was supposed to be exceedingly beautiful, and she needed someone who could protect her daughter, and who better than a big, tough, vampire, named Angel.
Buffy felt as light as air. She didn't care if the only sight-seeing they could do together was in the dark, but that brought an element of mystery into it.
They were leaving in just over a week, it had been quite short notice, since a vacancy for the Art course had only just come up. Unfortunately, they would have to pretend that Angel was dead, because how would they be able to smuggle Angel in and out of the plane, without him bursting into flame? He would just have to be kept in a coffin, with all of the other luggage.
She couldn't wait.
***
Angel, if at all possible, was feeling even more excited than Buffy. He had never been on holiday with a human before, well, not since he'd been turned into a vampire, and he had never been to that area of Spain before. It was famed for it's beauty and hot weather, but none of that really bothered Angel. As far as he was concerned, the beauty of Spain, he was taking with him.
"What's my puppy up to now?" drooled an all too familiar voice from the shadows.
Angel leaped round, his vamp face shifting into position, as he growled.
"What are you doing here Drusilla? You're not welcome. Get out." He barked.
Drusilla merely laughed. "Oh dear. Has that soul made you soft?" she purred, and walked up to him, stroking his face.
Angel leaped back and growled again. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here? I thought you were in LA."
"No, my Angel. Not anymore we aren't."
"We? What do you mean we? Don't tell me Spike's here too?" Angel shouted. He didn't like the sound of this. Drusilla and Spike made a very dangerous team.
"Yes Angel. And how are we today?" Spike said, as he entered that room in his wheelchair. It seemed that his legs hadn't quite gained their strength again.
"What are you DOING HERE?" Angel repeated for the third time. These two were really trying his patience.
"Well, you see, I'm going away. Miss Edith is getting bored of the land, and she needs to be by the sea." Drusilla chanted.
"And?" spat Angel.
"Temper, temper, Angel." Spike commented smugly.
Angel ignored his snide comment.
"Well, I need someone to look after Spike. He can't come with me."
"Yes, I'm weak and helpless." Spike snapped.
"Now, now dear. We mustn't make him suspect something." whispered Drusilla to her love.
Spike smiled grimly.
"I can't. I'm going away myself." Angel said sharply.
"Well, we wouldn't want Spike to miraculously get better, and go rampaging round Sunnydale. Now would we." sang Drusilla. Angel could tell that she was enjoying this immensly. It just made him angrier. But he could see she had a point. Vampires healed a lot quicker than humans. Who knew when he would be able to walk again. And with Buffy away, it would be like giving Satan the world to go rampaging through, and locking all barriers away in a padded cell.
"Well. We'll leave you to contemplate the matter. Think it over." said Spike, seeing that this last comment of Drusilla's had hit a nerve.
"Nighty night then, my Angel. Mind the Slayer doesn't bite." said Drusilla as she and Spike left the mansion. Spike and Drusilla's laughter rang clear through the night.
Angel just sat there. What was he going to do?