Hears an idea that I got from another writer out there. It made me feel happy inside, so I decided to try it. Answer your reviews:
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(now I know your all dieing to see what happens because I have lately been the lazy bum that doesn't update. To tell you the truth I didn't know if I wanted to keep going with this one. But my friends insisted so…)
Chapter 12: Tensions
Angel raced into Buffy's bedroom, but stopped quickly and quietly when he realized that she was fast asleep on the right side of her bed. The smell filled the room. It was Spike. He was not there, but he had been there, only close by.
Angel slowly closed the door on Buffy and headed towards the smell. It led him into Dawn's bedroom. As he entered he saw the bleached-hair figure sitting in the wood rocking chair and appeared to be fast asleep. But Angel knew better then that.
Angel gave a little growl inside and began to exit the room.
"It's called knocking, mate." the voice behind him said with his eyes still closed.
"Well, out of the goodness of my heart I didn't wanna wake ya, Willy." Angel shot the evilest glare at the now open eyed vampire.
Spike began to rock in the chair and brought his fingers to his chin for a brief second, "What's on your mind Broodster. You look troubled." He asked almost caringly while folding his hands.
"You were in Buffy's bedroom last night." Angel placed his hands on his hips wanting so bad to put on his vamp face.
"And you have proof of this." he nodded his head on.
"I smelt you."
"Jealous." Spike smiled.
"Hey, I am here for the baby and Buffy's safety. You're here just so you can get a good 'shag' in."
Spike flung the rocker backwards with tremendous vamp-force, not carry about the damage it might have done. He poked his finger right on to Angel's chest as if he were to stake him with his own finger. When Spike spoke you could tell he was putting all his effort into holding his temper down.
"For your information SoulBoy I-" but he was cut off by the short slim figure holding onto the side of the doorframe for support with one hand and the other on her temple.
"You guys, stop it. My head is pounding. No vampire-crap for today, please."
Both vampires rushed to Buffy's side both slightly hoping she did not see the rocking chair mess in the background. Angel took Buffy's right and Spike the left. Together they eased her back into her own room and bed.
"Easy now," Angel stated.
"Watch her head," Spike screeched at Angel.
After Buffy was set comfortably the two closed the door side by side and headed down the stairs together. The omelets of Willow's were now burning and Dawn was helping her clean up the mess.
"Oh good," Willow looked up from the sink, "Neither of you are dead. See we all can get along." she smiled.
Angel and Spike gave a quick glace to each other, but then they both sat down at the kitchen island, side to side, slightly exhausted.
Dawn nelt over the island and looked at the town, but then spoke to Willow, "Is there an end to this vampire/slayer love saga?" she put her cheek into her left hand and her elbow on the table gazing at the vamps.
"I'm afraid not," Willow sighed with the run of water from the sink in the background, "It just goes on and on, and on and on and--"
"And I will choose to end this lovely conversation," Spike pushed himself up from the island, "by trying to make everybody a new breakfast." He gave an 'alRIght?'-smile to Willow as he passed her to get some clean pans.
"Show off," Angel muttered under his breath, even though he knew Spike had heard with his Vampire-hearing. Angel was a pretty good cook, bet he knew that he was no match for Spike. They had had competitions involving their 'talents' in the old days. Dru had loved Spike's homemade key lime pies. And Darla had loved Angel's oriental orange chicken dish. Angel tried not to let his mind wonder during what was going to be this painful hour of watching Spike cook.
(Ha ha I love that last paragraph) sry bout me not updating. And sry if I did not mention your name for reviewing, I'm getting around to it. Just been a bit crazy round here. Thax again for reviewing)
