ENNUI

CHAPTER THREE

"Boredom often comes over us when we least expect it."

Angelus was bored. He had thought that it would never happen, not with the things he had to play with, but it had. He couldn't go down to the village, they didn't know how close the vampire hunters were. He was starving, all he and Darla had managed to catch was an old, sick peasant living in the outskirts of the forest. The guy hadn't tasted very good. The wolves had learned to stay away, so it was usually rabbits for breakfast lunch and tea. Darla had wanted to go to the Masters court, Angelus didn't and Darla didn't like anyone refusing her. They fought and here "The Great Angelus" was, too cautious to go to the village, too smart to go to Darla. He was stuck.

He looked down at the sputtering candle flames of the village before him, he could almost taste the bonny lasses sitting at their homes next to the fire, knitting or singing or playing with their younger siblings. His face transformed, he was so tempted to run down the hill he was perched on and start doing what he was meant to do.

"What are you doing," came an annoying British voice behind him.

Angelus jumped, his face turning back, "What the hell are you trying to do Spike," he snapped, his accent lilting, "Kill me."

"Crossed my mind," said Spike, shrugging, "But Dru would never forgive me."

Angelus laughed and put his arm around Spike. "See what would have happened if you tried," he said.

Spike shrugged his arm off. "So what have you been doing?" he asked.

"Thinking," shrugged Angelus.

"Oh you mean you've been sulking," said Spike in his annoying, knowing way.

"I could ask you the same thing, but I know you've just been sitting around muttering cusses under your breath because your too scared to fight me." said Angelus, smirking, "You know you remind me of a girl I once ate, except she had a whole lot more going on up their."

Spike scowled but he didn't respond. The two vampires stood in silence for a time, looking down at the flickering lights.

"What do you want Willy," Angelus finally asked, using his old name for Spike.

Spike ignored it. "Dru wanted me to find you."

"Oh," said Angelus, "And what does my little princess want."

"She brought a preasant home for all of us," said Spike, "Wants to show us what it can do."

"She went out?" asked Angelus, "And what were you doing just letting her."

"I wasn't awake," snapped Spike, "She got me drunk and then took off. When I woke up she was talking to this fellow with weird eyes, I think she only went into the forest though."

"So what's this presant do?" asked Angelus, curious.

"Won't tell me," snapped Spike, grumpily, "Has to wait for the precious highness to arrive."

Angelus smiled, maybe he wasn't so afflicted with ennui as he had first thought.

"You coming," asked Spike pretending to be indifferent.

Angelus didn't answer for a while, just to annoy him. "Suppose," he said finally.

Neither of them moved though. They just stayed their gazing down at the small town.

"Once we shake these hunters off where do you want to go?" asked Spike.

"Maybe to Romania," said Angelus, "Or maybe to France, I suppose though I'll have to go where Darla wants, to make her happy."

Spike laughed, "She's stark ravin' mad at you," he said, "I can see why you hid up here."

"She wants me to be the Masters slave, like her." Angelus said angrily.

"Your jealous," Spike stated.

Angelus stayed quiet, "Lets go," he finally said and walked past Spike, turning his back to the tiny little village, which would probably never have the misfortune of feeling his wrath. Spike hesitated for a moment, but then followed, shaking his head.