They rode in silence until they reached a fleabag motel somewhere between
Sunnydale and the remote location where the Delegation would be held. When
they entered they discovered that there was only one room left which they
would have to share. To make it even worse, there was only one bed. But
they would have to take it, since it was about half an hour till sunrise.
After entering the room, still neither of them spoke until finally Angel broke the silence.
"You can have the bed."
"Nah, it's okay. I can sleep in the tub, it's not like I haven't before," Spike laughed at the memory or being chained in Giles' tub. "Besides, you don't need to be all chivalrous with me. It is me, you remember."
Angel nodded. "Fine, I'll take the bed then," he said, falling onto the sheets. Spike nodded back at him and walked into the bathroom. Angel was shocked and thought Spike was actually going to sleep in the bathtub, until he heard the shower running. Angel laughed at himself and drifted off to sleep.
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They left as soon as the sun set. Angel had told Spike that they would be expected that night, and they were less than four hours from their destination. They rode in silence, which wasn't any different from the previous parts of the day.
When Angel started driving off the road into the middle of a desert, Spike knew that they were close. He didn't understand why Angel knew so much about this and he was so out of the loop, but he decided not to let it bother him, since he wouldn't have to deal with his grandsire for much longer. He thought he would say something though, just to be annoying when a new and frightening thought came to his mind.
"Do you think Dru will be there?"
Angel shook his head. "I don't know."
"She won't be happy to see me I'd wager. I mean, last time I saw her I shocked her with a cattle prod and held a stake to her heart."
"Last time I saw her, I set her on fire."
Spike laughed. "Yeah, she told me about that. When Darla was alive again. She said she wanted to become a family again. I chose Buffy over her. Sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong choice. Whether I should have gone with Dru."
"I used to think that, about sleeping with Darla that night. But it wasn't a mistake. In the end, the greatest thing in my life came out of it, so, no regrets."
"I'm sorry by the way, about Darla."
Angel was shocked, he looked to Spike and back to the path he was driving. Spike was just full of suprises.
"Thanks."
"I know we never got along, Darla and me, but I always had the utmost respect for her."
"I know."
Spike nodded and sat quietly for the rest of the ride, all fifteen minutes of it. It was pretty obvious when they were there, due to the large abandoned factory that was completely lit up. There were cars and people (well, not people) everywhere, not to mention all you can eat vampire buffets.
"They really went all out, mate."
"I'm not surprised. The master was always one for luxery, even if it was in an eighteenth century sewer he liked it nice."
Spike laughed. "Well it's damn convenient, you see how they have those people hooked up to little tubes? If it's not me killing them then..." Angel shot Spike a nasty look. "I mean, it's terrible what they're doing to those poor people."
Angel nodded his approval. However, he didn't doubt that Spike would take a drink. Whether or not he would was also questionable.
"Let's do this then," Spike said, nodding toward the building.
Angel agreed and they stepped out of the car, vampire guise on. Spike smiled wickedly as he saw some other vampires share whispers at Angel and his arrival.
'This is how it should be,' he though. 'I should be revered.'
He walked into the crowd and nodded at a few vampires he thought he recognized. He didn't care whether or not he knew them though, because he was sure that they knew who he was, and that was all that mattered. He had entire books written on him, they bloody well better have known who he was.
He continued hi path to the table where wine glassed full of rich warm blood were placed neatly on the table. He picked one up and let the thick liquid pass over his tongue.
'Just as I remember it.'
He was about to take another drink when he got interrupted by that tingling feeling at the tip of his tailbone. It was the feeling he always got when she was near. He placed the glass down on the table and followed his senses through the crowd, and though his better half told him not to, he found Drusilla.
His face softened at the sight of her, as it always had before. His human face came back on and he spoke to her.
"Hello Dru."
She turned around swiftly, her flowing raven hair bouncing behind her. She cocked her head when she saw him, and her eyes became sad. It killed Spike to see her looking like that, for though he would never admit it, a little piece of him was always still madly in love with her.
Drusilla turned back around and walked from him. She didn't even say a word to Spike. He wasn't surprised, but it wasn't often that she had nothing to say. So again, he followed her through the crowd.
"Dru! Wait!" He called after her, hoping that she might stop, and she did.
"You're rotten! All covered in filth," she told him turning around.
"Dru, I'm sorry but-"
"Liar!" She shouted and she punched him across the face and ran into the crowd. Spike staggered, she may look small but she was strong. He shook his head and wiped the blood from his nose.
"Everyone is always hitting me," he said to himself. "When did I become the bloody punching bag?"
Just as he was about to walk back over to the drink table, he saw everyone entering the factory.
"So," he smiled to himself nervously, "it has begun."
After entering the room, still neither of them spoke until finally Angel broke the silence.
"You can have the bed."
"Nah, it's okay. I can sleep in the tub, it's not like I haven't before," Spike laughed at the memory or being chained in Giles' tub. "Besides, you don't need to be all chivalrous with me. It is me, you remember."
Angel nodded. "Fine, I'll take the bed then," he said, falling onto the sheets. Spike nodded back at him and walked into the bathroom. Angel was shocked and thought Spike was actually going to sleep in the bathtub, until he heard the shower running. Angel laughed at himself and drifted off to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They left as soon as the sun set. Angel had told Spike that they would be expected that night, and they were less than four hours from their destination. They rode in silence, which wasn't any different from the previous parts of the day.
When Angel started driving off the road into the middle of a desert, Spike knew that they were close. He didn't understand why Angel knew so much about this and he was so out of the loop, but he decided not to let it bother him, since he wouldn't have to deal with his grandsire for much longer. He thought he would say something though, just to be annoying when a new and frightening thought came to his mind.
"Do you think Dru will be there?"
Angel shook his head. "I don't know."
"She won't be happy to see me I'd wager. I mean, last time I saw her I shocked her with a cattle prod and held a stake to her heart."
"Last time I saw her, I set her on fire."
Spike laughed. "Yeah, she told me about that. When Darla was alive again. She said she wanted to become a family again. I chose Buffy over her. Sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong choice. Whether I should have gone with Dru."
"I used to think that, about sleeping with Darla that night. But it wasn't a mistake. In the end, the greatest thing in my life came out of it, so, no regrets."
"I'm sorry by the way, about Darla."
Angel was shocked, he looked to Spike and back to the path he was driving. Spike was just full of suprises.
"Thanks."
"I know we never got along, Darla and me, but I always had the utmost respect for her."
"I know."
Spike nodded and sat quietly for the rest of the ride, all fifteen minutes of it. It was pretty obvious when they were there, due to the large abandoned factory that was completely lit up. There were cars and people (well, not people) everywhere, not to mention all you can eat vampire buffets.
"They really went all out, mate."
"I'm not surprised. The master was always one for luxery, even if it was in an eighteenth century sewer he liked it nice."
Spike laughed. "Well it's damn convenient, you see how they have those people hooked up to little tubes? If it's not me killing them then..." Angel shot Spike a nasty look. "I mean, it's terrible what they're doing to those poor people."
Angel nodded his approval. However, he didn't doubt that Spike would take a drink. Whether or not he would was also questionable.
"Let's do this then," Spike said, nodding toward the building.
Angel agreed and they stepped out of the car, vampire guise on. Spike smiled wickedly as he saw some other vampires share whispers at Angel and his arrival.
'This is how it should be,' he though. 'I should be revered.'
He walked into the crowd and nodded at a few vampires he thought he recognized. He didn't care whether or not he knew them though, because he was sure that they knew who he was, and that was all that mattered. He had entire books written on him, they bloody well better have known who he was.
He continued hi path to the table where wine glassed full of rich warm blood were placed neatly on the table. He picked one up and let the thick liquid pass over his tongue.
'Just as I remember it.'
He was about to take another drink when he got interrupted by that tingling feeling at the tip of his tailbone. It was the feeling he always got when she was near. He placed the glass down on the table and followed his senses through the crowd, and though his better half told him not to, he found Drusilla.
His face softened at the sight of her, as it always had before. His human face came back on and he spoke to her.
"Hello Dru."
She turned around swiftly, her flowing raven hair bouncing behind her. She cocked her head when she saw him, and her eyes became sad. It killed Spike to see her looking like that, for though he would never admit it, a little piece of him was always still madly in love with her.
Drusilla turned back around and walked from him. She didn't even say a word to Spike. He wasn't surprised, but it wasn't often that she had nothing to say. So again, he followed her through the crowd.
"Dru! Wait!" He called after her, hoping that she might stop, and she did.
"You're rotten! All covered in filth," she told him turning around.
"Dru, I'm sorry but-"
"Liar!" She shouted and she punched him across the face and ran into the crowd. Spike staggered, she may look small but she was strong. He shook his head and wiped the blood from his nose.
"Everyone is always hitting me," he said to himself. "When did I become the bloody punching bag?"
Just as he was about to walk back over to the drink table, he saw everyone entering the factory.
"So," he smiled to himself nervously, "it has begun."
