Nice Guys Finish Last - Got that?
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Cordelia sat at her desk. It was late. It was dark. But with a boss like Angel, she couldn't exactly work normal hours. The phone rang,
"Angel's Investigations - helpers of the helpless, how may I help you?"
It was Buffy,
"Cordy, you sound like a jingle off some stupid detergent ad."
"Well * you * try to sound cheerful at an hour like this!…you wanted something?"
"Not from you. It Wesley there?"
"No, he's out demon hunting with Angel…and what do you mean "Not from you"?!"
But by the time she'd finished her retaliation, the petite blonde had hung up. The worn out secretary sat back in her chair, wishing a miracle would happen and she'd finally get a job as an actress. Wishful thinking. She sorted through the files on her desk,
"Past case…current case…past case…current case…"
"…mental case?"
Cordelia jumped 6ft in the air. She looked up, a man was standing in the shadows. English accent.
"Giles?"
He laughed,
"No."
"Errrrr…..Ethan?"
"Guess again, Pet."
"Pet?! I'm not your….Spike?!"
The peroxide blonde emerged from the shadows,
"Took you long enough."
"What do * you * want?!"
"I have a little……problem, that needs sorting out."
"Take it up with Angel…not that he'd help you anyway."
"Um, no. Angel can't know."
"Why not?"
"It's…um…embarrassing."
"You?! Spike?! Embarrassed?! That's a new one!"
"Will you keep it down! I don't want ..* ahem * people to know I'm here."
"Oh, right. I don't see how I can help though."
"I'm a demon hunter."
"Huh? William the Bloody, affectionately known as Spike for his fondness of torturing his victims with railroad spikes is a * demon-hunter *?!"
Spike grinned at Cordy's little outburst,
"Well, I see someone's been doing their homework."
Cordy sighed,
"I've had a lot of time to catch up with my reading."
Spike was about to reply with a smart-arse answer, when Wesley walked in, followed by Angel. Angel was somewhere in between stunned and suspicious,
"Spike? Why are you here?"
The younger vampire blushed. Angel made a good guess, that whatever it was, it must be incredibly bad to make * Spike * of all demons blush. Spike regained his composure and looked his sire right in the eye,
"None of your bee's wax."
"Spike's a demon hunter." Cordelia cheerfully supplied, then she saw Spike glaring at her, "What?! I was only trying to help!"
Angel tried to hide his smile as Spike turned on him,
"It's not funny!"
Wesley chuckled, "Actually it is, Spike. Sorry."
Spike turned his back to them and began to storm out of the door,
"I come to ask for help and you * laugh * at me! You can get screwed for all I care!"
Angel caught Spike by the back of his jacket,
"Oh give over Spike…you said you needed help?"
"Yes I * did *!"
Angel tried to look businesslike whilst stifling a laugh,
"So, what seems to be the problem?"
Spike saw the glint in his sire's eyes and blew his top,
"That's * it *!! No more Mr Nice Spike. I'm bad again! Got that? * BAD *! B.A.D.
* BAD *."
Spike pulled his jacket out of Angel's grip and stamped out of the office, and all the way down the stairs.
He drove all the way back to Sunnydale, singing songs by The Sex Pistols at the top of his voice. He pulled up outside the graveyard and shouted as loud as he possibly could,
"FUCK THE SLAYER!! I DON'T CARE! I'M * BAD * GOT THAT * BAD *! NO MORE DEMON HUNTING! SPIKE'S BACK, AND I'M BLOODY WELL GOING TO ENJOY MYSELF!!"
There was a cheer behind him, vamps and a whole load of other demons had gathered behind ready to strike, but they'd heard his speech and decided against it. For obvious reasons. Spike snarled and went to find something to fill his exceedingly empty stomach.
On his way to the Bronze, he bumped into a guy from the Initiative.
"Hostile 17!"
" G I Joe!"
Spike swung him arm around, on the other end of it was a steel pipe. The soldier fell, then pulled himself back on his feet, grabbing Spike's ankles and pulling him over. Spike jumped as the soldier shot him with his stun gun. The vampire shook his head, slightly immune to the shock after the first 15 times, he stood up, but the soldier was already running round the corner.
Knowing that "Hostile 17" was right behind him, "G I Joe" quickened his pace, the adrenaline pumping round his body, spurring him forward. Knowing that his lunch was right infront of him, Spike took a short cut. He ran up the front of the nearest car, and jumping off the roof, plummeted towards the ground taking his prey with him. In a few seconds it was all over. Spike left the drained corpse in the road and went in search of another.
I don't own any of these characters..blaa blaa blaa yada yada etc etc etc.
If you like, you can take, but ask first.
Flames are welcome, but be original.
Cordelia sat at her desk. It was late. It was dark. But with a boss like Angel, she couldn't exactly work normal hours. The phone rang,
"Angel's Investigations - helpers of the helpless, how may I help you?"
It was Buffy,
"Cordy, you sound like a jingle off some stupid detergent ad."
"Well * you * try to sound cheerful at an hour like this!…you wanted something?"
"Not from you. It Wesley there?"
"No, he's out demon hunting with Angel…and what do you mean "Not from you"?!"
But by the time she'd finished her retaliation, the petite blonde had hung up. The worn out secretary sat back in her chair, wishing a miracle would happen and she'd finally get a job as an actress. Wishful thinking. She sorted through the files on her desk,
"Past case…current case…past case…current case…"
"…mental case?"
Cordelia jumped 6ft in the air. She looked up, a man was standing in the shadows. English accent.
"Giles?"
He laughed,
"No."
"Errrrr…..Ethan?"
"Guess again, Pet."
"Pet?! I'm not your….Spike?!"
The peroxide blonde emerged from the shadows,
"Took you long enough."
"What do * you * want?!"
"I have a little……problem, that needs sorting out."
"Take it up with Angel…not that he'd help you anyway."
"Um, no. Angel can't know."
"Why not?"
"It's…um…embarrassing."
"You?! Spike?! Embarrassed?! That's a new one!"
"Will you keep it down! I don't want ..* ahem * people to know I'm here."
"Oh, right. I don't see how I can help though."
"I'm a demon hunter."
"Huh? William the Bloody, affectionately known as Spike for his fondness of torturing his victims with railroad spikes is a * demon-hunter *?!"
Spike grinned at Cordy's little outburst,
"Well, I see someone's been doing their homework."
Cordy sighed,
"I've had a lot of time to catch up with my reading."
Spike was about to reply with a smart-arse answer, when Wesley walked in, followed by Angel. Angel was somewhere in between stunned and suspicious,
"Spike? Why are you here?"
The younger vampire blushed. Angel made a good guess, that whatever it was, it must be incredibly bad to make * Spike * of all demons blush. Spike regained his composure and looked his sire right in the eye,
"None of your bee's wax."
"Spike's a demon hunter." Cordelia cheerfully supplied, then she saw Spike glaring at her, "What?! I was only trying to help!"
Angel tried to hide his smile as Spike turned on him,
"It's not funny!"
Wesley chuckled, "Actually it is, Spike. Sorry."
Spike turned his back to them and began to storm out of the door,
"I come to ask for help and you * laugh * at me! You can get screwed for all I care!"
Angel caught Spike by the back of his jacket,
"Oh give over Spike…you said you needed help?"
"Yes I * did *!"
Angel tried to look businesslike whilst stifling a laugh,
"So, what seems to be the problem?"
Spike saw the glint in his sire's eyes and blew his top,
"That's * it *!! No more Mr Nice Spike. I'm bad again! Got that? * BAD *! B.A.D.
* BAD *."
Spike pulled his jacket out of Angel's grip and stamped out of the office, and all the way down the stairs.
He drove all the way back to Sunnydale, singing songs by The Sex Pistols at the top of his voice. He pulled up outside the graveyard and shouted as loud as he possibly could,
"FUCK THE SLAYER!! I DON'T CARE! I'M * BAD * GOT THAT * BAD *! NO MORE DEMON HUNTING! SPIKE'S BACK, AND I'M BLOODY WELL GOING TO ENJOY MYSELF!!"
There was a cheer behind him, vamps and a whole load of other demons had gathered behind ready to strike, but they'd heard his speech and decided against it. For obvious reasons. Spike snarled and went to find something to fill his exceedingly empty stomach.
On his way to the Bronze, he bumped into a guy from the Initiative.
"Hostile 17!"
" G I Joe!"
Spike swung him arm around, on the other end of it was a steel pipe. The soldier fell, then pulled himself back on his feet, grabbing Spike's ankles and pulling him over. Spike jumped as the soldier shot him with his stun gun. The vampire shook his head, slightly immune to the shock after the first 15 times, he stood up, but the soldier was already running round the corner.
Knowing that "Hostile 17" was right behind him, "G I Joe" quickened his pace, the adrenaline pumping round his body, spurring him forward. Knowing that his lunch was right infront of him, Spike took a short cut. He ran up the front of the nearest car, and jumping off the roof, plummeted towards the ground taking his prey with him. In a few seconds it was all over. Spike left the drained corpse in the road and went in search of another.