Hurting The Ones We Love
"..Riley, I can't even *remember* last night! Buffy lied to her boyfriend.
"Funny, 'cause I can. I seem to remember you making a phone call. To Angel. You still love him, Don't you?" Riley accused angrily.
"No...no, I was drunk for heavens sake! People do stupid things when they get drunk Riley. Get over it." Buffy yelled back. Buffy frowned at her thoughts. Outside, Willow stood poised at the door, eavesdropping.
Riley sighed. "Buffy. I want...I don't know how to say this, but..."
"You want to break up with me, don't you?? Well, that'd work out just *fine* for you, seeing as you're already two-timing me! Just let me ask you one question, what was she like? Come on, I know you're with her - That *Emily*." Buffy spat out the name like it was poison. "Well, hard luck *Riley*" She said as if mocking him. "I'm not the one doing the two-timing! *Okay*, so I still have feelings for Angel, but he's bad now, and I'm with *you*. Or rather, I *was*. I think it's best we don't see each other any more. We're through, Riley Finn. Now get out of my room."
Surprised and bewildered, Riley edged towards the door, and opened it to see Willow standing there. She glowered at him, and he edged past her, confusement written all over his face, scratching his head in bewilderment as he walked down the corridor.
Willow looked at her friend. "Oh Buffy. I-I heard everything. I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry Wills. Things haven't been right between Riley and I for a long time...I'm surprised we lasted this long."
"Oh. I could do a spell..."
"No, I think it would be better if you helped Giles figure what to do about Angelus."
"Oh, well, I'm sure I could give him his soul back. I'll stop by the magic shop on the way to Giles'"
"*No* Willow. This has happened too many times. Angel-Angelus- has to go."
"Buffy??"
The Slayer took a deep breath and sighed, looking up at her friend "I'm going to kill him."
"But Buffy! You...Angel...Soul mates...Eternal love?" Willow tried to dissuade her friend.
"It's no good Willow. This is something I *have* to do." "Now, *go* Wills - to Giles'."
Buffy ushered a protesting Willow out of the door.
----In the Crypt----
"Now, *where* has that childe of mine gotten to?" Angelus was pacing up and down inside. "The sun is setting." He turned to Dru, who was dancing with Miss Edith, humming to herself. "Miss Edith likes her new dress, Daddy." she said, in a voice slightly more whacked out than usual. "I *really* wanted to tell him our news." continued Angelus.
"What news?" came a suspicious voice behind them.
"Ah, William."
"It's Spike and you know it." The blonde growled back. The atmosphere was tense.
"*William*" began Angelus annoyingly. "Dru and I...we've been having a little chat."
The blond could guess what was coming.
"I'm moving in here. Dru asked me." Spike knew the second part was a lie - his princess couldn't even decide what to dress Miss Edith in, let alone invite Angelus to move in.
"It will be all happy families again." The whacked out clairvoyant joined in the conversation.
"*Now* Dru. I thought we decided.."
"But *Angelus*! Spike is *mine*! You gave him to me! As a present." she pouted like a sulky child.
"*Drusilla*" said Angelus through gritted teeth, surprised at his childes outburst, "We'll *talk* about it *later*." Nodding meekly, Drusilla danced off to the other side of the crypt with Miss Edith, and Angelus turned back to Spike. "So, *William*, as you know, there's barely enough room for *two* in this poor excuse for a home...the mansion isn't safe enough, and, the factory...I don't like the colour-scheme. Too fire-blackened." Angelus had grabbed a small beetle from the ground and was pulling the legs off it thoughtfully as he spoke.
"So..?" inquired Spike
"*So*, you and I, Spikey, we're swapping places."
"You're kickin' me out? Out of my own *crypt*?" Spike could barely believe what he was hearing.
"*Technically*...yeah. Literally too if you want." The older vampire mocked. "Dru and I need time together. Alone. To, let's say 'catch up' on what we've missed. Y'know, Sire and Childe, like the old times."
"aahh...the old times..." Drusilla echoed from across the crypt.
"I'll be off then." He said, trying not to seem bothered. He held up his keys to a fledgling. "Bring the car around." The fledgling did nothing. "I *said*, bring the car around!" Spike yelled. The fledgling looked helplessly at Angelus.
"Do as he says." ordered Angelus.
"Oh BLOODY HELL!" cursed Spike angrily. "I'll get it myself!." With that, he grabbed his few belongings and stalked off into the night.
"..Riley, I can't even *remember* last night! Buffy lied to her boyfriend.
"Funny, 'cause I can. I seem to remember you making a phone call. To Angel. You still love him, Don't you?" Riley accused angrily.
"No...no, I was drunk for heavens sake! People do stupid things when they get drunk Riley. Get over it." Buffy yelled back. Buffy frowned at her thoughts. Outside, Willow stood poised at the door, eavesdropping.
Riley sighed. "Buffy. I want...I don't know how to say this, but..."
"You want to break up with me, don't you?? Well, that'd work out just *fine* for you, seeing as you're already two-timing me! Just let me ask you one question, what was she like? Come on, I know you're with her - That *Emily*." Buffy spat out the name like it was poison. "Well, hard luck *Riley*" She said as if mocking him. "I'm not the one doing the two-timing! *Okay*, so I still have feelings for Angel, but he's bad now, and I'm with *you*. Or rather, I *was*. I think it's best we don't see each other any more. We're through, Riley Finn. Now get out of my room."
Surprised and bewildered, Riley edged towards the door, and opened it to see Willow standing there. She glowered at him, and he edged past her, confusement written all over his face, scratching his head in bewilderment as he walked down the corridor.
Willow looked at her friend. "Oh Buffy. I-I heard everything. I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry Wills. Things haven't been right between Riley and I for a long time...I'm surprised we lasted this long."
"Oh. I could do a spell..."
"No, I think it would be better if you helped Giles figure what to do about Angelus."
"Oh, well, I'm sure I could give him his soul back. I'll stop by the magic shop on the way to Giles'"
"*No* Willow. This has happened too many times. Angel-Angelus- has to go."
"Buffy??"
The Slayer took a deep breath and sighed, looking up at her friend "I'm going to kill him."
"But Buffy! You...Angel...Soul mates...Eternal love?" Willow tried to dissuade her friend.
"It's no good Willow. This is something I *have* to do." "Now, *go* Wills - to Giles'."
Buffy ushered a protesting Willow out of the door.
----In the Crypt----
"Now, *where* has that childe of mine gotten to?" Angelus was pacing up and down inside. "The sun is setting." He turned to Dru, who was dancing with Miss Edith, humming to herself. "Miss Edith likes her new dress, Daddy." she said, in a voice slightly more whacked out than usual. "I *really* wanted to tell him our news." continued Angelus.
"What news?" came a suspicious voice behind them.
"Ah, William."
"It's Spike and you know it." The blonde growled back. The atmosphere was tense.
"*William*" began Angelus annoyingly. "Dru and I...we've been having a little chat."
The blond could guess what was coming.
"I'm moving in here. Dru asked me." Spike knew the second part was a lie - his princess couldn't even decide what to dress Miss Edith in, let alone invite Angelus to move in.
"It will be all happy families again." The whacked out clairvoyant joined in the conversation.
"*Now* Dru. I thought we decided.."
"But *Angelus*! Spike is *mine*! You gave him to me! As a present." she pouted like a sulky child.
"*Drusilla*" said Angelus through gritted teeth, surprised at his childes outburst, "We'll *talk* about it *later*." Nodding meekly, Drusilla danced off to the other side of the crypt with Miss Edith, and Angelus turned back to Spike. "So, *William*, as you know, there's barely enough room for *two* in this poor excuse for a home...the mansion isn't safe enough, and, the factory...I don't like the colour-scheme. Too fire-blackened." Angelus had grabbed a small beetle from the ground and was pulling the legs off it thoughtfully as he spoke.
"So..?" inquired Spike
"*So*, you and I, Spikey, we're swapping places."
"You're kickin' me out? Out of my own *crypt*?" Spike could barely believe what he was hearing.
"*Technically*...yeah. Literally too if you want." The older vampire mocked. "Dru and I need time together. Alone. To, let's say 'catch up' on what we've missed. Y'know, Sire and Childe, like the old times."
"aahh...the old times..." Drusilla echoed from across the crypt.
"I'll be off then." He said, trying not to seem bothered. He held up his keys to a fledgling. "Bring the car around." The fledgling did nothing. "I *said*, bring the car around!" Spike yelled. The fledgling looked helplessly at Angelus.
"Do as he says." ordered Angelus.
"Oh BLOODY HELL!" cursed Spike angrily. "I'll get it myself!." With that, he grabbed his few belongings and stalked off into the night.