1 Part 8 –
"Ugh! What the *hell* is that?!" Cordelia asked herself as she headed to where the pounding noise was coming from.
Angel was now in the shower, and obviously unaware of someone banging down the back door. And she knew why too - he was listening to classical music in there - 'classical of all things!' she thought rolling her eyes.
Cordelia came up to the door and glanced through the small square glass window. Her eyes widened as she saw who it was that was making the row.
"Hey, in there! Would you get your bloody ass over here and open the bloody door!?" The bleached blonde vampire yelled while he continued his banging.
Cordelia took a step away from the door and dashed to the bathroom.
"ANGEL! We have a *problem*!" She yelled through the door, hoping he would hear her over the shower and music.
He did, and ran out wet with a towel around him. "Cora, what's wrong? - Are you OK?" The vampire asked with concern.
Cordelia gave him a look as the vamp's expression changed as he heard the banging. "What the *hell* is that?"
"*How* have you not been hearing *that*?" She asked him incredulously.
"I was playing classical music in there and that was hard enough to hear over the shower." He explained as he followed her into the lounge-area. "Who's making the commotion?"
"Mr. William-the-'Bloody-hell'."
"Who, Spike?"
"Duh."
Angel peered out the door at his childe.
"Are you a fucking poof or what?" The blonde belted out from the other side. "Get your sad excuse for a vampire butt to open this fucking door! - I don't wanna have to break it down!"
"So?" Cordelia said.
Angel turned back to her. "So what?"
"Aren't you gonna let him in?"
"He's *insulting* me. I don't think so."
"Quit being Broody-guy. - I'm not listening to him banging on the door all night, on my first *proper* night here since -"
The door came crashing down and Spike stepped in.
Cordelia looked at the door that just missed her and Angel's feet. "- Well, you can forget I said *that*."
Angel looked over at the vampire who just ruined his door. "Spike." He greeted coldly.
"Poof." Spike bit back, just as warmly.
Cordelia whacked Spike over the head with the magazine she had been reading before he'd decided to start banging on the door. "You could've *hurt* us, you chicken shit!"
She kept hitting him over the head until he grabbed her suddenly and went in for her neck, Angel moved quickly to intervene, but, he didn't have to, as Spike stepped away from Cordy groaning loudly and clutching his head as he fell to the floor.
Cordelia and Angel looked down at him.
"What's with *you*?" Cordelia asked as he stopped groaning and looked back up at them.
~*~
Go on to part NINE
"Ugh! What the *hell* is that?!" Cordelia asked herself as she headed to where the pounding noise was coming from.
Angel was now in the shower, and obviously unaware of someone banging down the back door. And she knew why too - he was listening to classical music in there - 'classical of all things!' she thought rolling her eyes.
Cordelia came up to the door and glanced through the small square glass window. Her eyes widened as she saw who it was that was making the row.
"Hey, in there! Would you get your bloody ass over here and open the bloody door!?" The bleached blonde vampire yelled while he continued his banging.
Cordelia took a step away from the door and dashed to the bathroom.
"ANGEL! We have a *problem*!" She yelled through the door, hoping he would hear her over the shower and music.
He did, and ran out wet with a towel around him. "Cora, what's wrong? - Are you OK?" The vampire asked with concern.
Cordelia gave him a look as the vamp's expression changed as he heard the banging. "What the *hell* is that?"
"*How* have you not been hearing *that*?" She asked him incredulously.
"I was playing classical music in there and that was hard enough to hear over the shower." He explained as he followed her into the lounge-area. "Who's making the commotion?"
"Mr. William-the-'Bloody-hell'."
"Who, Spike?"
"Duh."
Angel peered out the door at his childe.
"Are you a fucking poof or what?" The blonde belted out from the other side. "Get your sad excuse for a vampire butt to open this fucking door! - I don't wanna have to break it down!"
"So?" Cordelia said.
Angel turned back to her. "So what?"
"Aren't you gonna let him in?"
"He's *insulting* me. I don't think so."
"Quit being Broody-guy. - I'm not listening to him banging on the door all night, on my first *proper* night here since -"
The door came crashing down and Spike stepped in.
Cordelia looked at the door that just missed her and Angel's feet. "- Well, you can forget I said *that*."
Angel looked over at the vampire who just ruined his door. "Spike." He greeted coldly.
"Poof." Spike bit back, just as warmly.
Cordelia whacked Spike over the head with the magazine she had been reading before he'd decided to start banging on the door. "You could've *hurt* us, you chicken shit!"
She kept hitting him over the head until he grabbed her suddenly and went in for her neck, Angel moved quickly to intervene, but, he didn't have to, as Spike stepped away from Cordy groaning loudly and clutching his head as he fell to the floor.
Cordelia and Angel looked down at him.
"What's with *you*?" Cordelia asked as he stopped groaning and looked back up at them.
~*~
Go on to part NINE