*Takes place between Season 4 of Buffy/Season 1 of Angel...if anything seems unreasonable, e-mail me about it*
Chapter Three
Cordelia was just waking up. She looked around from her spot on the ground. She felt her head as it pounded from a slight headache. She had felt this feeling before. The last thing she remembered was talking to Wesley. Now, she was on the ground. That could mean one thing.
"I'm getting old. Who just falls asleep and forgets everything?"
"Someone who's been exposed to gas, I would believe", a voice groggily droned next to her. Wesley was coming to as well.
Cordelia rose slowly holding her head. "Gas? That doesn't make sense." She wobbled to a couch and laid down. "Is Angel okay?"
Wesley got up and refitted his glasses. He slowly looked around the office. His eyes glanced over the room with the broken window. "He's not here", he mumbled.
Cordelia rose from the couch. "Not here? Are you sure?"
"Angel?" he called loudly. There was no answer. "He's not here", he repeated.
"Well, maybe he went out for a bit. Stretch out the 'ole legs."
"After gasing us? Not likely", Wesley said as he wiped off his glasses.
"What are you saying? He was taken or something?" she asked. "That's not right. Who would--", she stopped midsentence. A beat went by and Cordelia and Wesley looked at each other in fright.
"Spike", they both exclamed.
***
"Well, well, look who's awake", the British man chuckled. "I was really hoping you wouldn't sleep through this."
Angel bolted up, but he was restrained at the wrists by shackles. He pulled at the chains as hard as he could. Spike laughed in amusement.
"Cute. Really cute, Angelus."
"The name's Angel", the brunette seethed through clenched teeth.
"This seems familiar, doesn't it? Only this time I don't have any hot pokers." Spike sighed. "Oh, well. I'll just have to make my own fun, won't I?"
"Hot pokers?" a female voice quietly asked. Angel's eyes lit up, then began to blaze, taking on a yellow tinge.
"I don't believe you", he growled.
"Why are you surprised, Angelus?" the blond laughed. "You should've saw this coming." He stepped into Angel's face. "Seening that you know me so well."
"Unfortunatly", the female added.
"I'm not talking to you, Slayer!" Spike yelled.
"And anyway, what's all this about hot pokers?" Buffy continued.
"Shut up!" he yelled again.
Angel quietly snickered. Spike turned to him with an icy glare, then fiercely punched him across his face. Angel's neck snapped back and blood flowed from his nose.
"I don't see anything funny here!" Spike continued to yell. "I am sick and tired of you two! Would you please shut the hell up?!"
"Well, you do have us chained here. What else are we supposed to do to pass the time?" Buffy asked. "Ooh, I know! We can watch you beat up on Angel like the impotent loser you are, oh chipped one."
"I don't like that plan", Angel mumbled.
"That's not what I had in mind either", Spike coolly added. "I may not can hurt you, slayer, but she can."
Out of the shadows stepped a girl about Buffy's height. Her wavy dark hair was layered around her cheeks. Her face was contorted in a form of delight and evil. Her crooked smile showed her intentions. Buffy's smile turned into numbing shock.
"Hey, B! Long time no see!" She held a newly sharpened ax in her hand. "We have a lot of catching up to do."
Chapter Three
Cordelia was just waking up. She looked around from her spot on the ground. She felt her head as it pounded from a slight headache. She had felt this feeling before. The last thing she remembered was talking to Wesley. Now, she was on the ground. That could mean one thing.
"I'm getting old. Who just falls asleep and forgets everything?"
"Someone who's been exposed to gas, I would believe", a voice groggily droned next to her. Wesley was coming to as well.
Cordelia rose slowly holding her head. "Gas? That doesn't make sense." She wobbled to a couch and laid down. "Is Angel okay?"
Wesley got up and refitted his glasses. He slowly looked around the office. His eyes glanced over the room with the broken window. "He's not here", he mumbled.
Cordelia rose from the couch. "Not here? Are you sure?"
"Angel?" he called loudly. There was no answer. "He's not here", he repeated.
"Well, maybe he went out for a bit. Stretch out the 'ole legs."
"After gasing us? Not likely", Wesley said as he wiped off his glasses.
"What are you saying? He was taken or something?" she asked. "That's not right. Who would--", she stopped midsentence. A beat went by and Cordelia and Wesley looked at each other in fright.
"Spike", they both exclamed.
***
"Well, well, look who's awake", the British man chuckled. "I was really hoping you wouldn't sleep through this."
Angel bolted up, but he was restrained at the wrists by shackles. He pulled at the chains as hard as he could. Spike laughed in amusement.
"Cute. Really cute, Angelus."
"The name's Angel", the brunette seethed through clenched teeth.
"This seems familiar, doesn't it? Only this time I don't have any hot pokers." Spike sighed. "Oh, well. I'll just have to make my own fun, won't I?"
"Hot pokers?" a female voice quietly asked. Angel's eyes lit up, then began to blaze, taking on a yellow tinge.
"I don't believe you", he growled.
"Why are you surprised, Angelus?" the blond laughed. "You should've saw this coming." He stepped into Angel's face. "Seening that you know me so well."
"Unfortunatly", the female added.
"I'm not talking to you, Slayer!" Spike yelled.
"And anyway, what's all this about hot pokers?" Buffy continued.
"Shut up!" he yelled again.
Angel quietly snickered. Spike turned to him with an icy glare, then fiercely punched him across his face. Angel's neck snapped back and blood flowed from his nose.
"I don't see anything funny here!" Spike continued to yell. "I am sick and tired of you two! Would you please shut the hell up?!"
"Well, you do have us chained here. What else are we supposed to do to pass the time?" Buffy asked. "Ooh, I know! We can watch you beat up on Angel like the impotent loser you are, oh chipped one."
"I don't like that plan", Angel mumbled.
"That's not what I had in mind either", Spike coolly added. "I may not can hurt you, slayer, but she can."
Out of the shadows stepped a girl about Buffy's height. Her wavy dark hair was layered around her cheeks. Her face was contorted in a form of delight and evil. Her crooked smile showed her intentions. Buffy's smile turned into numbing shock.
"Hey, B! Long time no see!" She held a newly sharpened ax in her hand. "We have a lot of catching up to do."