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Warning: language; Female!Spike

Chapter 4

Spike slowly awoke the next morning. She lay in the large bed, staring at the ceiling, surrounded by a large white fluffy down comforter. She contemplated whether or not to even leave the confines of Angel's guest bedroom. Unfortunately her growling stomach easily made the decision for her. She sighed as she forced herself to walk to the kitchen. She frowned when she noticed Angel sitting at the table reading the paper.

Angel slowly looked up. He nearly smiled as he noted the bed hair of his now female Grandchilde. "I just warmed this up, Spike." Angel said as he handed a mug of blood over to her.

Spike nodded her head as she sat down on the opposite end and began sipping the contents.

Angel felt the awkward silence. "Well, look. Spike. I thought I could send my personal shopper up later to take some measurements so he can choose you some properly fitting clothes for you." Angel tried to smile.

Spike took another sip of her blood before turning her cold eyes towards him. "Gee, will the corporate perks never end?"

Angel stood and walked to the counter. "Fine. If you want to walk around looking like you're playing dress up in someone else's clothes be my guest." Angel looked intently at Spike awaiting an answer. She simply scowled and looked down at her mug. "That's what I thought. I'll send him up at noon. After that, I guess I'll see you later in the office."

Spike mumbled something under her breath.

"What did you say?" Even Angel's enhanced vampire hearing strained to hear what Spike said.

Spike looked annoyed. "I said...'M not going down to the office!"

"Why not?"

"Jus' not, thas' all." Spike pouted and marched back to her room and slammed the door shut.

Angel chuckled and then shook his head. He went towards the elevator and went down to his office.

Spike sat on the couch watching the big screen TV. She realized there was a perk to staying in Angel's place: 300 channels in Hi-Definition and Tivo.

The blond vampire was enjoying a great action movie when suddenly she heard a knock on the door. "Who the fuck is there?" Spike mumbled quietly as she walked towards the noise. "Yeah?" Spike said as she opened the door. There was a tall, older gentleman holding a leather bag.

"Ms. Spike, I presume?" The gentleman asked. "I am Porter. Mr. Angel's personal shopper. I was told to be here at noon to assist a young woman with a new wardrobe." He paused as he noted the disheveled hair and loose, slightly dirty clothes of Spike. "I presume that is you."

"Whatever." Spike answered as she stepped aside and allowed Porter to enter.

"Where would you like me to take your measurements, ma'am?"

"Ma'am? The name's Spike. Only Spike. Not Ms. Okay, Peter?" The blond vampire frowned.

"Porter."

"Whatever." Spike gestured to the TV area.

Porter placed his bag on the coffee table and brought out a measuring tape. "Okay. Let's get started." He said as he placed his glasses on.

"Yeah and make it quick."

"Yes, ma'...I mean Spike." Porter felt nervous as Spike eyed him but nevertheless worked quickly. He wrote down her measurements and then sat on the couch. After a few minutes, he looked up. "Well, I see I need to obtain clothes in sizes 2 to 4. Do you need undergarments?" Spike raised her eyebrows. "Bras, panties?"

"Panties?" Spike's head dropped to her hands and she shook her head. 'This is not happening.' Spike thought to herself.

"Yes, well. I will get you some. For clothes, what colors do you prefer? Pinks, greens, purples?"

"Oi! No freakin' colors. Get black, black, and more black. Got it?" Spike squinted her clear blue eyes as she pushed her long hair away form her face. "And another thing. No skirts, dresses, or any other of that frilly chick shit, alright?"

"Sure. Um." He said hesitantly. "Do you enjoy leather?" He relaxed a bit when Spike smiled. "Lots. Of. Leather." He said as he wrote down on his pad and paper. He leaned forward and brought a shoe measure out of his bag and placed it on the floor. He gestured for Spike to place a foot in the contraption. He noted the size and cleared his throat. "Well, I do believe I am finished here. I will send a deliveryman here later with some items." He gathered his things and walked towards the door. "If you have any needs, Mr. Angel can contact me. " He forced a smile and left.

"Stupid ponce!" Spike said after closing the door.

Later that evening, Angel returned to the penthouse and found Spike sprawled out on the couch watching the television.

"Must say mate, your telly is great!" She said enthusiastically as Angel walked into the room.

"I don't use it much." Angel responded as he slipped his jacket off and threw it on the smaller chair. "Have you fed yet?" He asked.

"Nope." Spike said without taking her eyes off the TV. "Could you bring me some?" She turned and smiled innocently at Angel and then returned her attention to her program.

From the kitchen, Angel said, "Did you have to be so hard on Porter, Spike? He came down to my office pretty flustered after meeting with you." He heard Spike chuckle from the other room. He returned to the sitting room with two mugs, handed one to Spike, and sat on the opposite couch. "Did they deliver the clothes?" Spike nodded and kept watching TV, completely ignoring her Grandsire.

Suddenly, the TV was turned off. "Hey!" Spike yelled. "I was watchin' that you berk!"

"I was trying to have a conversation here, Spike." Angel said with a look of annoyance on his face.

"'M sorry, didn't realize we were friends now." Spike replied sarcastically as she rolled her eyes; she proceeded to sit up and stare at Angel. "Well, since you've decided we're best buds, what do you want to talk about, Master?" She smirked.

Angel sat silent. "Uh! Forget it!" He said as he stormed out of the room.

"'S what I thought, poofter." Spike wanted to pat herself on the back for that little victory. She grabbed the remote and continued to watch her program.

"Angel, you have to do something!" Fred said to the group as they sat in their afternoon meeting. It had been one week, and Spike still had not emerged from the penthouse.

"I can't force her to come out!" Angel responded as he threw his hands in the air.

"How hard have you tried?" Fred asked with accusing eyes as she placed her hands on her hips.

"When did I become the bad guy?" Angel asked in an exasperated tone.

Lorne spoke up. "Freddles, why don't you and I go have a chat with Blondie Bear? Maybe we could convince her to come down." He smiled.

"Sure, let's go." The two walked over to the elevator.

"Hold up, guys." Angel started after them. "Take my key. She may not open the door for you."

"Spike?" Fred asked as she opened the door to the penthouse.

"Blondie Bear?" Lorne followed behind her.

"What do you want?" Spike said from her spot on the couch. She was not in the mood for visitors.

"We wanted to talk to you, Spike." Fred began as the two found seats. "We're concerned about you. No one's going to laugh at you, if that's what you're worried about."

"Yeah, O' Blond One." Lorne added. "I know you're still upset, but you really should come out of the penthouse. Things could be a lot worse." He continued talking quickly before Spike had a chance to respond. "I had a friend who was cursed and had a bunch of disgusting pussy boils all over his body." Lorne leaned back as he saw Spike scowl. "Look, I know it's not easy waking up like this, but one thing is for sure. You're ABSOLUTELY gorgeous, honey! I bet I could put you to work in the modeling division." He paused. "Um, do vampires show up on film?"

"Lorne!" Fred frowned at the Green Demon. "What he-we are saying Spike is that we'll help turn you back, but you need to come out." Spike lowered her head.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Lorne interjected. "Why don't we go out? A friend of mine just opened a mixed demon/human restaurant. I bet you could get some great O-neg there!" Lorne grinned. "We should go. We'll turn that frown upside down, baby!"

"If you tell me when life hands you a lemon, you make lemonade, I will rip your throat out." Spike responded.

"Come on, Spike." Fred pleaded. "You need some fresh air." She stood. "I'll help you get ready." She looked at the state Spike was in. "Um, do you have any clothes? And maybe you might want to shower so we can tame that hair. " She chuckled lightly.

"Fine, Science Girl; Green Jeans." The blond vampire sighed. "Do what you want. 'M not gonna fight you." She stood dejectedly as Fred lead her to the bathroom.

TBC...