Part 12
(TIME UPDATE: APROXAMATELY 15 HOURS LEFT)
Spike had sat alone looking through books way too long in his mind, but sat there anyway, feeling sorry for the Slayer and her vampire. He sighed and lightly threw the book he'd been skimming into the 'reject' pile, which was taking up way more space than the 'shows promise' pile, that had exactly 0 books in it.
He groaned as he opened the next book, seeing it written in a language that he wasn't quite so fluent in. He then began the aggravating task of guessing what the hell it said. Finally after looking at the small number of 4 pages, he rubbed his forehead and growled as he flung it across the room.
Spike calmed himself down and punched the couch as he got up, "If it weren't for the fact that that book could hold the cure, I'd rip it to pieces." He collected the book from the floor and went back to his seat. He ran a hand through his hair as he flipped to the page he'd left off on.
He'd gotten through a little when a thought dawned on him, "I bet Angel knows this language... Okay, enough nap time for him." Spike stood and jumped over the pile of books, stalking in the direction of the bedroom. He slowed his pace, stopped in front of the door, then quietly opened it. He peeked inside, then slipped in, creeping over to Angel.
Spike nudged his shoulder, getting only a slight moan in response. He rolled his eyes, went to the bathroom, and put a little cold water in his hands, hoping the same tactic that worked for humans would work for vampires. He carefully splashed the water on Angel's face, getting a slight stir, but nothing more. Spike's stature slumped as he walked back to the bathroom, and getting hot water. This time Angel woke up.
"Well, I guess it makes sense," Spike muttered, as Angel fluttered his eyelids. Angel unwrapped his arms from around Buffy, without disturbing her, and wiped his face dry. He then stretched and sat up, looking at a grinning Spike, "What?" He shrugged in response, "Nothin'. Look I found a book, but it's in one of those languages I don't know, so I need your help." Angel breathed an unneeded breath, "Kay."
Angel flung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, gazing back at the sleeping girl he'd just left. "Don't worry so much, we're gonna find the cure, and then you'll have all the time in the world to be with her," Spike said smiling sadly, and walking out of the room. Angel continued to stare at her as she slept, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. He grinned at her, then turned to follow Spike.
(TIME UPDATE: APROXAMATELY 15 HOURS LEFT)
Spike had sat alone looking through books way too long in his mind, but sat there anyway, feeling sorry for the Slayer and her vampire. He sighed and lightly threw the book he'd been skimming into the 'reject' pile, which was taking up way more space than the 'shows promise' pile, that had exactly 0 books in it.
He groaned as he opened the next book, seeing it written in a language that he wasn't quite so fluent in. He then began the aggravating task of guessing what the hell it said. Finally after looking at the small number of 4 pages, he rubbed his forehead and growled as he flung it across the room.
Spike calmed himself down and punched the couch as he got up, "If it weren't for the fact that that book could hold the cure, I'd rip it to pieces." He collected the book from the floor and went back to his seat. He ran a hand through his hair as he flipped to the page he'd left off on.
He'd gotten through a little when a thought dawned on him, "I bet Angel knows this language... Okay, enough nap time for him." Spike stood and jumped over the pile of books, stalking in the direction of the bedroom. He slowed his pace, stopped in front of the door, then quietly opened it. He peeked inside, then slipped in, creeping over to Angel.
Spike nudged his shoulder, getting only a slight moan in response. He rolled his eyes, went to the bathroom, and put a little cold water in his hands, hoping the same tactic that worked for humans would work for vampires. He carefully splashed the water on Angel's face, getting a slight stir, but nothing more. Spike's stature slumped as he walked back to the bathroom, and getting hot water. This time Angel woke up.
"Well, I guess it makes sense," Spike muttered, as Angel fluttered his eyelids. Angel unwrapped his arms from around Buffy, without disturbing her, and wiped his face dry. He then stretched and sat up, looking at a grinning Spike, "What?" He shrugged in response, "Nothin'. Look I found a book, but it's in one of those languages I don't know, so I need your help." Angel breathed an unneeded breath, "Kay."
Angel flung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, gazing back at the sleeping girl he'd just left. "Don't worry so much, we're gonna find the cure, and then you'll have all the time in the world to be with her," Spike said smiling sadly, and walking out of the room. Angel continued to stare at her as she slept, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. He grinned at her, then turned to follow Spike.