*Takes place between Season 4 of Buffy/Season 1 of Angel...if anything seems unreasonable, e-mail me about it*
*Also, I forgot to mention this earlier. I am a devout ASSer (Angel Sired Spiker). I don't care what Joss says, I will be in denial until the day I die and I still believe that Angel sired Spike. Saying that, on with the story*
Chapter Six
Angel tried to struggle out the younger vampire's grip, but the more he tried, the harder Spike pinned him against the rock. He closed his eyes, but he could still feel the blond's eyes burning holes through him.
"Don't do it, Spike", Buffy pleaded. "Please". She was leaning on the rock; her injured leg bled through her jeans.
"Please?" Faith mimicked. "You were all for this little wager when I said you could stake Spike. You're not being very fair, are you?"
"I wasn't really going to kill him", Buffy insisted. Streams of tears were falling down her face. "Spike, don't."
"Shut the fuck up, bitch", Spike demanded, not looking at the blond slayer. His eyes were still fixed on his sire. He was so angry, he began to tremble.
Buffy slid to the ground and started sobbing louder. Faith rolled her eyes.
"What a fucking dramn queen", she said, turning to Spike. "What are you waiting for, blondie? Stake him. You know you want to."
He began to growl as he pushed the stake into Angel's chest, breaking the skin, but not piercing the heart. Angel felt on fire because of Spike's scorn for him.
"Just remember all the shit he's put you through", Faith continued. "He doesn't care about you. He never has. Make him pay, Spike."
Spike stopped trembling and his hands relaxed. Angel didn't feel pressure on his next anymore and he opened his eyes. The younger vampire's eyes were shut and he look as if he was in deep thought.
"Spike, what the hell are you waiting for?!" Faith yelled.
His grip loosened on the stake and he opened his eyes. For the first time in a while, he truely saw his sire.
The way he wanted to see him.
His protector.
His father.
Even without a soul, Angelus always loved and protected Spike. Buffy insisted that creatures without a soul couldn't love, but she was wrong. Very wrong. Spike didn't want to admit it, but he loved Angelus like the father and lover he never had. He also created more pain for the blond than anyone ever could and he hated him for that. It was hard to forgive him, but the person he was going to stake wasn't Angelus; it was someone else. This person had a soul.
Spike backed away from Angel as tears began to form in his eyes. The stake fell to the ground. He looked at Buffy and he face was tear-stained and full of despair. She looked back at him with silent acknowledgement. At that point, she felt was he felt.
Pure pain.
So painful they were stone.
Spike slowly blinked and looked at Faith. Her arms were crossed in annoyance.
The blond vampire blinked again and looked back at Angel. His face was in a frown laced with concern for his childe.
"I'm sorry", Spike quietly said. He then ran out of the cave leaving the three speechless.
Buffy's mouth curved into a light smile. She never heard Spike apologize.
"He meant that", she said to Angel, wiping her reddened eyes.
Angel sighed and put his hand over his heart. "I know." He smiled.
"What the hell just happened to him?" Faith wondered. She glared at Angel. "What did you do?"
"It's nothing I did", he answered, standing up and dusting off his charcoal colored slacks. "It's what you said."
"What? What did I say?"
Angel slowly walked over to Buffy and helped her up. "Let's get you to a hospital."
"Okay", she mumbled, holding on to Angel for leverage.
"What did I say?" Faith repeated.
"Then, we can find Spike", Buffy continued, ignoring the dark haired slayer. "I can imagine what he's going through."
"I doubt it", Angel remarked softly as the former lovers limped out the cave.
"What the hell?" Faith questioned to herself. "That's fine. They fucked with his head. I can fix that." She grabbed Spike's leather duster off the rock and ran out the cave, hoping she could find him first.
*Also, I forgot to mention this earlier. I am a devout ASSer (Angel Sired Spiker). I don't care what Joss says, I will be in denial until the day I die and I still believe that Angel sired Spike. Saying that, on with the story*
Chapter Six
Angel tried to struggle out the younger vampire's grip, but the more he tried, the harder Spike pinned him against the rock. He closed his eyes, but he could still feel the blond's eyes burning holes through him.
"Don't do it, Spike", Buffy pleaded. "Please". She was leaning on the rock; her injured leg bled through her jeans.
"Please?" Faith mimicked. "You were all for this little wager when I said you could stake Spike. You're not being very fair, are you?"
"I wasn't really going to kill him", Buffy insisted. Streams of tears were falling down her face. "Spike, don't."
"Shut the fuck up, bitch", Spike demanded, not looking at the blond slayer. His eyes were still fixed on his sire. He was so angry, he began to tremble.
Buffy slid to the ground and started sobbing louder. Faith rolled her eyes.
"What a fucking dramn queen", she said, turning to Spike. "What are you waiting for, blondie? Stake him. You know you want to."
He began to growl as he pushed the stake into Angel's chest, breaking the skin, but not piercing the heart. Angel felt on fire because of Spike's scorn for him.
"Just remember all the shit he's put you through", Faith continued. "He doesn't care about you. He never has. Make him pay, Spike."
Spike stopped trembling and his hands relaxed. Angel didn't feel pressure on his next anymore and he opened his eyes. The younger vampire's eyes were shut and he look as if he was in deep thought.
"Spike, what the hell are you waiting for?!" Faith yelled.
His grip loosened on the stake and he opened his eyes. For the first time in a while, he truely saw his sire.
The way he wanted to see him.
His protector.
His father.
Even without a soul, Angelus always loved and protected Spike. Buffy insisted that creatures without a soul couldn't love, but she was wrong. Very wrong. Spike didn't want to admit it, but he loved Angelus like the father and lover he never had. He also created more pain for the blond than anyone ever could and he hated him for that. It was hard to forgive him, but the person he was going to stake wasn't Angelus; it was someone else. This person had a soul.
Spike backed away from Angel as tears began to form in his eyes. The stake fell to the ground. He looked at Buffy and he face was tear-stained and full of despair. She looked back at him with silent acknowledgement. At that point, she felt was he felt.
Pure pain.
So painful they were stone.
Spike slowly blinked and looked at Faith. Her arms were crossed in annoyance.
The blond vampire blinked again and looked back at Angel. His face was in a frown laced with concern for his childe.
"I'm sorry", Spike quietly said. He then ran out of the cave leaving the three speechless.
Buffy's mouth curved into a light smile. She never heard Spike apologize.
"He meant that", she said to Angel, wiping her reddened eyes.
Angel sighed and put his hand over his heart. "I know." He smiled.
"What the hell just happened to him?" Faith wondered. She glared at Angel. "What did you do?"
"It's nothing I did", he answered, standing up and dusting off his charcoal colored slacks. "It's what you said."
"What? What did I say?"
Angel slowly walked over to Buffy and helped her up. "Let's get you to a hospital."
"Okay", she mumbled, holding on to Angel for leverage.
"What did I say?" Faith repeated.
"Then, we can find Spike", Buffy continued, ignoring the dark haired slayer. "I can imagine what he's going through."
"I doubt it", Angel remarked softly as the former lovers limped out the cave.
"What the hell?" Faith questioned to herself. "That's fine. They fucked with his head. I can fix that." She grabbed Spike's leather duster off the rock and ran out the cave, hoping she could find him first.