A/N: Sorry peeps! I totally went on a long unexpected hiatus… Well, I'm happy to say that your wait is now over. So enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the laptop I wrote this story on! :p
Chapter 7: What?
Spike awoke at sundown with a pulsating headache; he groaned and massaged his throbbing temples, as he looked around the darkened sitting room. He found that he was indeed still in the Summers' residence, Spike frowned feeling a warm weight leaning on him.
He nearly fell off the small couch when he noticed that the presence was none other than the petite blonde slayer, arching a curious eyebrow he searched her beautiful relaxed facial features with a small smirk etching at the corner of his dry lips. Licking them to moisten the cracking skin, he sighed and decided to try unencumbering himself from the women he had found he had hidden feelings for. Hn, I aint got no death wish yet.. Best keep those feelings to meself.. he thought, rising to his feet shakily. Spike turned to walk to the kitchen to fetch himself a cigarette while the bint was asleep, the elbow of his precious duster caught on the lamp occupying the end table causing it to tumble to the floor with a loud crash.
Spike cursed colourfully, "Bugger!" he stood stock still training his hearing on the living room where he heard rustling.
"Spike?" he heard.
Spike closed his eyes in defeat, might as well get staked with pride. "Yer' bloody right, luv. Who you expectin'? Peaches?" he cursed his existence once again as he heard his voice crack, he was William the Bloody, The Big Bad… His voice never cracked! His musings were cut short as the slayer trounced into the kitchen, her golden waves of hair strewn erratically about the top of her head. He chuckled.
Buffy frowned at the blonde menace's seemingly humorous chuckle, "What?" she asked looking down at herself in speculation, expecting to find something wrong.
Spike rose an eyebrow and decided to see how long it'd take for her to figure out what was so funny, "Nuttin, pet.. I'm goin' to see if its too early to get drunk." He smirked one last time at the clueless blonde slayer, he was out the door. Once outside in the brisk night air, he sniffed the cold breeze and smirked. "Right then, time to procure me some of man's second best friend… Whiskey." Chuckling he wandered the streets and stared at the passing teens going to the Bronze, Spike had to fight the growing urge to simply bite into the next person he saw. Shaking his head he nodded to the bouncer that sat on the stool by the door.
The man looked up and smirked, "Hey yo, Billy Idol. Go on in man." He leaned forward and opened the door with a gesture inside the club.
Spike frowned and nodded at the man before straightening and cockily swaggering into the club with a satisfied smirk on his face as he felt many hormonal teenage glances met him, ranging from petite redheads to gothic raven haired women. "Well, looks like Spike has himself a fan club." He chuckled and sauntered up to the crowded bar. He smirked and lit the cigarette that dangled from his pursed lips.
"I'll take a whiskey, and leave the bottle.." he planted a 50 dollar bill on the bar and smirked discreetly, "Keep em comin' and you will have a nice little tip." He chuckled lowly at the surprised look on the rather attractive redhead barkeep.
Buffy wandered the house bored to tears, she rubbed her throbbing neck, over the claim mark that Angel unknowingly bestowed upon her. She grunted in anger as she recalled when Spike had told her just why she felt off-beat, she now hated Angel with a burning passion. The next time she saw that tall poopy head she was gonna have a few choice words that would make her seem like a female trucker, followed by Mr. Pointy in his dead unbeating heart.
She frowned when she looked into her mirror she gasped, her hair looked terrible! Then the slayer realized what was so funny to the peroxide vampire. "Spike! You could have said something!" she screamed at the mirror in anger, oh he's so dead… err deader.
Nice logic there Buffy… Nice.
Infuriated the slayer fixed up her appearance and decided to go burn off some steam, she'd go to find some poor little vampire to take her anger out on. "Oh I do hope Spike is that vampire.." she muttered to herself as she grabbed her stake and hid it in the waistband of her jeans, she was out the door a second or two later and broke into a run towards Restfield Cemetery.
Angel had decided to move on with his life, Buffy obviously can take care of herself. He hated to admit it but with the way he was around Buffy made him relax somewhat, however his declaration before he left her house, to his grandchilde still stood. He simply shrugged his broad shoulders as he past the Welcome to the City of Angels sign and sighed, perhaps a new start in a new city is what he needed. To be a champion of the people, not of a slayer. Now that he thought about it, his phase of puppy love with the slayer probably made his life harder. Now, he had no ties to this city. Or so he thought.
That's chapter 7! I hope I did good. R&R please!
