"So he's in there doing the wallowing in misery thing again is he?" Spike
smiled when she made no attempt to reply. "Nobody wallows like Angel, been
doing that for centuries you know. Oh yeah you do know." His brow
furrowed slightly then he shrugged it off. "What'd he expect you to do
anyway. It's not like she's there."
"You knew?" She turned to him astonished.
"Souls have aura's, I see aura's, I knew she wasn't just acting shy, so yeah, you could say I knew."
"Why did you not tell him?" She was miffed, he could tell.
Spike shrugged again and pushed his hands into his pockets. "He never asked."
Her eyes flashed an instant of pure rage, then she dropped her stare and took a deep steadying breath.
"If I wasn't already on the wrong side of the lookin' glass luv, I'd be worried. What's your story anyway? You come here all yes sire, no sire, three bags flippin' full sire and everyone's sucked in. Not me, I'm not buyin' it, you managed to piss someone off enough to knock ten bells out of you. No goody-goody gets that."
"You should have told him." She spoke barely above a whisper.
"You should answer the question." He halted in the middle of the corridor.
"I do not wish to share my years with you Spike."
"That's a shame 'cause I'm not taking you another step 'til I hear it." He sat on the floor crossing his legs and the ankles and leaned against the wall.
"Spike!"
"Spill it and I'll get you out of here, don't and I'll leave you." He threatened beginning to disappear.
"Do you want to hear of the evil in my past Spike, of the wickedness I restrain? You wish me to bare my soul and allow you to pick over the bones of the lives I have taken? To show you I have the same vicious and cruel past shared by you and Angel?" She turned her back to him, her head bowed her voice bleak.
"You could never compete with the hell we created." Spike stared at her, her aura which usually contained nothing but gold, blue and white, was shot with veins of pure crimson.
"Perhaps not, though the individuals as just as dead."
"I don't believe you actually killed anyone. You've got fight in you, I'll give you that, but you're no killer."
"I may not have wielded the knife, but their blood is on my hands." She swallowed hard and took in a shaking breath. "I was naïve, nineteen and taken with my ability. I made the mistake of thinking I could use my gift to change my fate. I influenced a member of Lord Meenotuk's council. For that he slaughtered my mentor, the councillor, and his family. Have I satisfied your curiosity Spike or would you hear more?" Her voice cracked but she stood firm.
"Why did he kill them, why not just you?"
She turned to him, her face wet, eyes sparkling. "Death would have taught me nothing. Lord Meenotuk wanted me to live with the cost of my deceit."
"Bet you're glad you got that off you're chest." He said, standing up and absently brushing non-existent dust from his non-existent coat. "Suppose I should be getting you out of here."
"Yes, please."
"Does Angel know any of that stuff you just told me?" He asked casually.
"No." The word fell stone cold from numb lips.
"I love knowing stuff he doesn't, gives me the warm fuzzies when he pulls that whole I'm all superior shite."
"Is that what they call a hobby Spike?" She shot back at him.
"Sarcasm? Now where would you learn a thing like that, sunbeam?" He asked raising a quizzical eyebrow, proud of himself.
"From Fred." She announced.
"What?"
"Gotcha!"
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Lorne was fast asleep when Ariane stole into the apartment. She undressed quickly deciding not to shower for fear of waking him. She climbed into bed and hugged her pillow tightly wishing for sleep to claim her quickly.
When sleep finally took her it was thin and fitful, plagued by images of her past mixed incongruously with thoughts of her new life.
A solitary tear slid unnoticed down her cheek, in her sleep she saw her mentor Martin. His careworn face old even then, he peered gently down at her. His grey/white hair ruffling in a gentle breeze from the open door. She would be approaching her thirteenth year. She smiled as she watched the sheer drapes billow and dance in the eddying air.
Outside she could see the ballet tutor working in the bright sunlight with the gifted ones. She could see Morven so beautiful, tall, graceful and agile. A trace of envy flew through her mind and she crushed it at once, admonishing herself.
The gathering was a place of glorious variety that was why she had been accepted. It did not matter that she was unattractive, if she worked hard with Martin someone would accept her.
"Concentrate Ariane," He touched her cheek gently, returning her attention to him. "View yourself in me, breathing with me, hear my heart beating, now tell me what you see." his old voice was compassionate, almost hypnotic. She stared at him, her blue eyes intense, focusing her awareness as he had taught her.
"I see you as a boy, perhaps my age, you are running across the west meadow. I know because the willow tree is still there. It is early spring, the wild flowers only just beginning to bloom. You are with someone, he is not family though you love him greatly. His name is Walter he is a friend. This is a carefree time for you, your heart beat is as swift as your pounding feet. You are running to meet with your mother. She is waiting for you by the stream." She turned to him hopefully.
"Yes, Walter, he was a good friend, he." His brow furrowed and he looked at her sharply. "Stop Ariane, do not influence my thoughts with your own. You must be disciplined, you could inflict great harm if you do not learn to restrain your ability."
"I am sorry, I did not." She tried to apologise
"You must focus at all times Ariane, the force of your mind is too strong for most to resist. It is wrong to alter the thoughts of another." The words of his teachings, which she had committed to her memory like commandments echoed back at her across the distance of years.
The cherished image faded to be replaced by Cordelia lying peacefully, as she had been when she saw her last. The space surrounding her was midnight black and limitless. Cordelia sat up and opened her eyes, "This isn't where I 'm supposed to be. Don't leave me here." She pleaded, Ariane tried to speak, but she could produce no sound. The impression of Cordelia's room diminished, leaving Ariane alone in the dark.
"So, you return to me." The voice sneering, she flinched in her sleep. "I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you'd be an affliction, an embarrassment. Look at you, not even those seers eyes can veil your repulsiveness, the spitefulness in your heart waits only for it's next victim." Lord Meenotuk towered over her, his loathing absolute.
"There will be no more victims Ariane, no more of my council to poison against me. Did you really think you could persuade that pathetic fool to accept you without my knowledge? Your malicious deeds have consequences," His eyes burned with malevolence.
"Dear, sweet, old Martin the one you hold so precious, I took his life for the things he taught you." The man whispered, his wicked thoughts piercing through her soul like daggers. In Lorne's silent apartment a sob escaped her and she drew her knees closer to her chest.
"I look forward to your offerings my little beast. I shall take pleasure in seeing you humiliated. Then I shall delight in your demise." In her dream she covered her face with her hands, trying to block out the images. It was no good, even then she could see them in her mind, her oh so cursed mind.
Suddenly there was laughter from every direction, a deep chill made Ariane shiver and in her room she clutched the blankets tightly around her.
A man walked out of the inky blackness, she recognised him as the hooded figure from her vision. He cast off the grey hooded robe he wore and stood before her, his laughter echoing madly across the void. She was confused when she saw a flash of memory, this one not her own.
Angel fighting this man, arguing, a thrown weapon and screaming, so much pain. The force made her dizzy.
The man in front of her raised a weapon in his left hand pointing at her. She recognised it as a gun, but it was unlike anything she had seen before, it appeared to be made from wood.
"Lindsay." Angel appeared behind her and the man altered his aim.
"Finally I have the perfect tool for the job." He smiled knowingly.
"Who are you?" She yelled at him.
"Not what you think." A voice replied, as the man's face split open to reveal a wicked beast shrouded in fire.
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She woke with a start, almost falling out of bed. She gave an involuntary shudder the dream still fresh in her mind. Her brow furrowed as she tried to interpret what she had viewed, before it scattered completely.
"Tonight's the night we're gonna make it happen." She shook her head as she heard Lorne sing from his room. "I'm so excited and just can't hide it, I'm about to loose control and I think I like it." He burst into her room and hauled her off of the bed dancing her around in his arms.
"Good afternoon pookie, thought you were going to spend the whole day in bed." He gasped breathlessly still spinning her around. She giggled at his foolishness, the dream all but forgotten, and gripped him tightly in an effort to keep her feet. He spun her out and she caught a fleeting glance at his electric blue suit, zingy yellow shirt and scarlet tie, he was almost too bright to look at.
"Afternoon, what time is it?" She asked when he finally released her and she fell in a dizzy heap at his feet.
"Almost 2 o'clock. If that's an example of your footwork starfish, I think you'd better leave the dancing to the experts. I thought Gunn took you dancing?" He shook his head and held out his hand to help her up.
"Gunn took me to a movie, Harmony took me dancing." She corrected. "She didn't tell me being hurled around a room was involved." She attempted to defend herself then realised it was pointless. "I have all the grace of a lumbering behemoth." She lowered her head in disappointment.
"Being hurled around the room comes later precious, if you're lucky." He winked theatrically and she blushed uncontrollably at his reference.
"What time did you come home last night you jezebel." He eyed her curiously sparks of delight flashing at her.
"Late, or early. I have to shower and get to the office." She offered hoping he wouldn't pursue this line of questioning too far. She grabbed absently at some clothes and scolded herself for sleeping so late. Lorne followed her along the hallway
"No hurry. Harmony's had Angel tied up all morning and she just called to say Spike's been in there for an hour making his life a misery. He doesn't suspect a thing. This is going to be great." He gushed as she slipped into the bathroom.
"This is going to be a disaster." She thought. "Harmony tied Angel up?" She called confused.
"Not literally puddin', she's been dumping paperwork on his desk every fifteen minutes since she arrived this morning." He explained.
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"Spike get you're butt out of my chair." Angel growled.
"What's got you're knickers all in a bunch?" He asked making no attempt to move. Angel dumped himself unceremoniously in Spike lap.
"Not bloody funny." He grumbled slipping through Angel to stand at his side.
"Spike could you please just give me five minutes alone?"
"Did my ears deceive me or did you just ask me a favour?" Spike remarked sarcasm dripping like venom from every word.
"Oh God, forget it. This is pointless, this whole mess is pointless." Angel fumed standing so fast his chair flew out from behind him and clattered into the wall behind.
"Ooh, I like this bit best, your face goes all purple, sometimes you even spit." Spike danced around Angel looking like a demented court jester. Angel strode across the office and hauled open his door just as Harmony was approaching with another pile of letters.
"These could use your signature boss." She attempted to sound neutral while inside she was ecstatic.
"Not now." He snarled still walking with the same purpose out of her office.
"Looks like our plans working blondie bear." She flashed a smile at Spike who returned it eagerly.
"A few more hours of this and I think he might actually kill someone." Spike replied taking after him down the corridor.
Angel met Lorne and Ari just as they reached Lorne's office.
"Where the hell have you been all day?" The walk had not curbed his temper one bit.
"With a client." He lied, "Did you want me for something?" Lorne enquired innocently.
"I wanted to, to talk to Ari." His tone softened, his eyes pursued her as she skirted both of them and walked into the office. Angel followed her and closed the door before Lorne could enter.
"Charming." Lorne commented, then turned on his heel. He decided to go to the function room to see how the preparations were proceeding.
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"I wanted to apologise for last night. Seems like all I do is apologise to you doesn't it." Angel offered Ari a weak smile.
"It's unnecessary, I understand. Cordelia holds a special place in your heart, it's only right that you were angry."
"I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I know what it like to be on the receiving end."
"You're only human." She looked up at him with her captivating eyes and his cool reserve melted.
"How do you do that?" He asked not willing to break the moment.
"What would that be?" She asked innocently, turning away from him.
"I've been like Armageddon on legs all morning and two minutes with you I'm feeling like everything's right with the world."
"It's a gift."
"It's her aura." Spike interrupted. "She does this thing and she goes all, thingy."
"Great description Spike, colour me enlightened."
"Blow it out your."
"Gentlemen, much as I'm sure I would enjoy listening each of you tell the other to perform unspeakable acts of depravity, I have work to do."
"I think that's the nicest dismissal I've ever heard." Spike sighed and smiled dim-wittedly.
"Come on moron, they lady told us to get lost." Angel walked toward the door then stopped, half turning. "Will I see you later?" He asked.
"I guarantee it." She replied warmly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was remiss with my thank-you's on Chapters 7 & 8 Sorry!
Tariq: Hi yourself - Sorry No Eve, due to that fact Season Five hasn't even started in the UK (Huff) so I have no real knowledge of her. I'm afraid I'm going on sheer instinct as far as W&H goes, as for the Angel/Ariane thing, I'm making no promises.
Imzadi: You seem to have an obsession, can't say I blame you. Just a glimpse to whet your appetite.
MysticWolf1: As always thank you for all your helpful advice I'm glad you're still enjoying it.
Gidgetgirl: Thank you so much for all your comments it's great to know someone is really interested. I hope I supplied some of what you were looking for.
Lilja: Where is this leading? Sorry you'll just have to wait and see.
MX(): Sorry you were disappointed. Thinly disguised fantasy? Okay, yeah, I'm big enough to admit that. I guess if that's wrong someone will hire Gunn and sue me.
Thanks again
Just Another Angel
"You knew?" She turned to him astonished.
"Souls have aura's, I see aura's, I knew she wasn't just acting shy, so yeah, you could say I knew."
"Why did you not tell him?" She was miffed, he could tell.
Spike shrugged again and pushed his hands into his pockets. "He never asked."
Her eyes flashed an instant of pure rage, then she dropped her stare and took a deep steadying breath.
"If I wasn't already on the wrong side of the lookin' glass luv, I'd be worried. What's your story anyway? You come here all yes sire, no sire, three bags flippin' full sire and everyone's sucked in. Not me, I'm not buyin' it, you managed to piss someone off enough to knock ten bells out of you. No goody-goody gets that."
"You should have told him." She spoke barely above a whisper.
"You should answer the question." He halted in the middle of the corridor.
"I do not wish to share my years with you Spike."
"That's a shame 'cause I'm not taking you another step 'til I hear it." He sat on the floor crossing his legs and the ankles and leaned against the wall.
"Spike!"
"Spill it and I'll get you out of here, don't and I'll leave you." He threatened beginning to disappear.
"Do you want to hear of the evil in my past Spike, of the wickedness I restrain? You wish me to bare my soul and allow you to pick over the bones of the lives I have taken? To show you I have the same vicious and cruel past shared by you and Angel?" She turned her back to him, her head bowed her voice bleak.
"You could never compete with the hell we created." Spike stared at her, her aura which usually contained nothing but gold, blue and white, was shot with veins of pure crimson.
"Perhaps not, though the individuals as just as dead."
"I don't believe you actually killed anyone. You've got fight in you, I'll give you that, but you're no killer."
"I may not have wielded the knife, but their blood is on my hands." She swallowed hard and took in a shaking breath. "I was naïve, nineteen and taken with my ability. I made the mistake of thinking I could use my gift to change my fate. I influenced a member of Lord Meenotuk's council. For that he slaughtered my mentor, the councillor, and his family. Have I satisfied your curiosity Spike or would you hear more?" Her voice cracked but she stood firm.
"Why did he kill them, why not just you?"
She turned to him, her face wet, eyes sparkling. "Death would have taught me nothing. Lord Meenotuk wanted me to live with the cost of my deceit."
"Bet you're glad you got that off you're chest." He said, standing up and absently brushing non-existent dust from his non-existent coat. "Suppose I should be getting you out of here."
"Yes, please."
"Does Angel know any of that stuff you just told me?" He asked casually.
"No." The word fell stone cold from numb lips.
"I love knowing stuff he doesn't, gives me the warm fuzzies when he pulls that whole I'm all superior shite."
"Is that what they call a hobby Spike?" She shot back at him.
"Sarcasm? Now where would you learn a thing like that, sunbeam?" He asked raising a quizzical eyebrow, proud of himself.
"From Fred." She announced.
"What?"
"Gotcha!"
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Lorne was fast asleep when Ariane stole into the apartment. She undressed quickly deciding not to shower for fear of waking him. She climbed into bed and hugged her pillow tightly wishing for sleep to claim her quickly.
When sleep finally took her it was thin and fitful, plagued by images of her past mixed incongruously with thoughts of her new life.
A solitary tear slid unnoticed down her cheek, in her sleep she saw her mentor Martin. His careworn face old even then, he peered gently down at her. His grey/white hair ruffling in a gentle breeze from the open door. She would be approaching her thirteenth year. She smiled as she watched the sheer drapes billow and dance in the eddying air.
Outside she could see the ballet tutor working in the bright sunlight with the gifted ones. She could see Morven so beautiful, tall, graceful and agile. A trace of envy flew through her mind and she crushed it at once, admonishing herself.
The gathering was a place of glorious variety that was why she had been accepted. It did not matter that she was unattractive, if she worked hard with Martin someone would accept her.
"Concentrate Ariane," He touched her cheek gently, returning her attention to him. "View yourself in me, breathing with me, hear my heart beating, now tell me what you see." his old voice was compassionate, almost hypnotic. She stared at him, her blue eyes intense, focusing her awareness as he had taught her.
"I see you as a boy, perhaps my age, you are running across the west meadow. I know because the willow tree is still there. It is early spring, the wild flowers only just beginning to bloom. You are with someone, he is not family though you love him greatly. His name is Walter he is a friend. This is a carefree time for you, your heart beat is as swift as your pounding feet. You are running to meet with your mother. She is waiting for you by the stream." She turned to him hopefully.
"Yes, Walter, he was a good friend, he." His brow furrowed and he looked at her sharply. "Stop Ariane, do not influence my thoughts with your own. You must be disciplined, you could inflict great harm if you do not learn to restrain your ability."
"I am sorry, I did not." She tried to apologise
"You must focus at all times Ariane, the force of your mind is too strong for most to resist. It is wrong to alter the thoughts of another." The words of his teachings, which she had committed to her memory like commandments echoed back at her across the distance of years.
The cherished image faded to be replaced by Cordelia lying peacefully, as she had been when she saw her last. The space surrounding her was midnight black and limitless. Cordelia sat up and opened her eyes, "This isn't where I 'm supposed to be. Don't leave me here." She pleaded, Ariane tried to speak, but she could produce no sound. The impression of Cordelia's room diminished, leaving Ariane alone in the dark.
"So, you return to me." The voice sneering, she flinched in her sleep. "I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you'd be an affliction, an embarrassment. Look at you, not even those seers eyes can veil your repulsiveness, the spitefulness in your heart waits only for it's next victim." Lord Meenotuk towered over her, his loathing absolute.
"There will be no more victims Ariane, no more of my council to poison against me. Did you really think you could persuade that pathetic fool to accept you without my knowledge? Your malicious deeds have consequences," His eyes burned with malevolence.
"Dear, sweet, old Martin the one you hold so precious, I took his life for the things he taught you." The man whispered, his wicked thoughts piercing through her soul like daggers. In Lorne's silent apartment a sob escaped her and she drew her knees closer to her chest.
"I look forward to your offerings my little beast. I shall take pleasure in seeing you humiliated. Then I shall delight in your demise." In her dream she covered her face with her hands, trying to block out the images. It was no good, even then she could see them in her mind, her oh so cursed mind.
Suddenly there was laughter from every direction, a deep chill made Ariane shiver and in her room she clutched the blankets tightly around her.
A man walked out of the inky blackness, she recognised him as the hooded figure from her vision. He cast off the grey hooded robe he wore and stood before her, his laughter echoing madly across the void. She was confused when she saw a flash of memory, this one not her own.
Angel fighting this man, arguing, a thrown weapon and screaming, so much pain. The force made her dizzy.
The man in front of her raised a weapon in his left hand pointing at her. She recognised it as a gun, but it was unlike anything she had seen before, it appeared to be made from wood.
"Lindsay." Angel appeared behind her and the man altered his aim.
"Finally I have the perfect tool for the job." He smiled knowingly.
"Who are you?" She yelled at him.
"Not what you think." A voice replied, as the man's face split open to reveal a wicked beast shrouded in fire.
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She woke with a start, almost falling out of bed. She gave an involuntary shudder the dream still fresh in her mind. Her brow furrowed as she tried to interpret what she had viewed, before it scattered completely.
"Tonight's the night we're gonna make it happen." She shook her head as she heard Lorne sing from his room. "I'm so excited and just can't hide it, I'm about to loose control and I think I like it." He burst into her room and hauled her off of the bed dancing her around in his arms.
"Good afternoon pookie, thought you were going to spend the whole day in bed." He gasped breathlessly still spinning her around. She giggled at his foolishness, the dream all but forgotten, and gripped him tightly in an effort to keep her feet. He spun her out and she caught a fleeting glance at his electric blue suit, zingy yellow shirt and scarlet tie, he was almost too bright to look at.
"Afternoon, what time is it?" She asked when he finally released her and she fell in a dizzy heap at his feet.
"Almost 2 o'clock. If that's an example of your footwork starfish, I think you'd better leave the dancing to the experts. I thought Gunn took you dancing?" He shook his head and held out his hand to help her up.
"Gunn took me to a movie, Harmony took me dancing." She corrected. "She didn't tell me being hurled around a room was involved." She attempted to defend herself then realised it was pointless. "I have all the grace of a lumbering behemoth." She lowered her head in disappointment.
"Being hurled around the room comes later precious, if you're lucky." He winked theatrically and she blushed uncontrollably at his reference.
"What time did you come home last night you jezebel." He eyed her curiously sparks of delight flashing at her.
"Late, or early. I have to shower and get to the office." She offered hoping he wouldn't pursue this line of questioning too far. She grabbed absently at some clothes and scolded herself for sleeping so late. Lorne followed her along the hallway
"No hurry. Harmony's had Angel tied up all morning and she just called to say Spike's been in there for an hour making his life a misery. He doesn't suspect a thing. This is going to be great." He gushed as she slipped into the bathroom.
"This is going to be a disaster." She thought. "Harmony tied Angel up?" She called confused.
"Not literally puddin', she's been dumping paperwork on his desk every fifteen minutes since she arrived this morning." He explained.
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"Spike get you're butt out of my chair." Angel growled.
"What's got you're knickers all in a bunch?" He asked making no attempt to move. Angel dumped himself unceremoniously in Spike lap.
"Not bloody funny." He grumbled slipping through Angel to stand at his side.
"Spike could you please just give me five minutes alone?"
"Did my ears deceive me or did you just ask me a favour?" Spike remarked sarcasm dripping like venom from every word.
"Oh God, forget it. This is pointless, this whole mess is pointless." Angel fumed standing so fast his chair flew out from behind him and clattered into the wall behind.
"Ooh, I like this bit best, your face goes all purple, sometimes you even spit." Spike danced around Angel looking like a demented court jester. Angel strode across the office and hauled open his door just as Harmony was approaching with another pile of letters.
"These could use your signature boss." She attempted to sound neutral while inside she was ecstatic.
"Not now." He snarled still walking with the same purpose out of her office.
"Looks like our plans working blondie bear." She flashed a smile at Spike who returned it eagerly.
"A few more hours of this and I think he might actually kill someone." Spike replied taking after him down the corridor.
Angel met Lorne and Ari just as they reached Lorne's office.
"Where the hell have you been all day?" The walk had not curbed his temper one bit.
"With a client." He lied, "Did you want me for something?" Lorne enquired innocently.
"I wanted to, to talk to Ari." His tone softened, his eyes pursued her as she skirted both of them and walked into the office. Angel followed her and closed the door before Lorne could enter.
"Charming." Lorne commented, then turned on his heel. He decided to go to the function room to see how the preparations were proceeding.
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"I wanted to apologise for last night. Seems like all I do is apologise to you doesn't it." Angel offered Ari a weak smile.
"It's unnecessary, I understand. Cordelia holds a special place in your heart, it's only right that you were angry."
"I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I know what it like to be on the receiving end."
"You're only human." She looked up at him with her captivating eyes and his cool reserve melted.
"How do you do that?" He asked not willing to break the moment.
"What would that be?" She asked innocently, turning away from him.
"I've been like Armageddon on legs all morning and two minutes with you I'm feeling like everything's right with the world."
"It's a gift."
"It's her aura." Spike interrupted. "She does this thing and she goes all, thingy."
"Great description Spike, colour me enlightened."
"Blow it out your."
"Gentlemen, much as I'm sure I would enjoy listening each of you tell the other to perform unspeakable acts of depravity, I have work to do."
"I think that's the nicest dismissal I've ever heard." Spike sighed and smiled dim-wittedly.
"Come on moron, they lady told us to get lost." Angel walked toward the door then stopped, half turning. "Will I see you later?" He asked.
"I guarantee it." She replied warmly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was remiss with my thank-you's on Chapters 7 & 8 Sorry!
Tariq: Hi yourself - Sorry No Eve, due to that fact Season Five hasn't even started in the UK (Huff) so I have no real knowledge of her. I'm afraid I'm going on sheer instinct as far as W&H goes, as for the Angel/Ariane thing, I'm making no promises.
Imzadi: You seem to have an obsession, can't say I blame you. Just a glimpse to whet your appetite.
MysticWolf1: As always thank you for all your helpful advice I'm glad you're still enjoying it.
Gidgetgirl: Thank you so much for all your comments it's great to know someone is really interested. I hope I supplied some of what you were looking for.
Lilja: Where is this leading? Sorry you'll just have to wait and see.
MX(): Sorry you were disappointed. Thinly disguised fantasy? Okay, yeah, I'm big enough to admit that. I guess if that's wrong someone will hire Gunn and sue me.
Thanks again
Just Another Angel