Spike sat down in a rather expensive-looking leather chair that had a
little white card with his name written in calligraphy on it. Angel's seat
was next to his and Dru was placed directly across from him. Though it
appeared as though his relationship with the slayers was unknown, his
breakup with his sire was.
When Angel sat down beside him, Spike laughed and Angel gave him a questioning look.
"It's so fancy," Spike mumbled to Angel. "You'd think we were at a wedding or something."
Angel just rolled his eyes and took in his surroundings. The long table at which he sat was not for just anyone; barely a third of the people at the Delegation were seated there. He supposed it was meant to be for the older and more important vampires. He looked at those who were still standing and could tell that they were all much younger than he was.
Angel turned back to Spike and was about to say something when his eyes locked with Drusilla's. He hadn't seen her before then, and Spike hadn't mentioned that she was there if he knew. He made a lame attempt to focus on something other than her, but even then, she was completely captivating.
His favorite childe. He always had affection for Drusilla; even with a soul he felt a desperate need to protect her. She was his blood, she was his family, and he loved her.
His attention was abruptly turned to the booming voice of a vampire standing at the head of the table. He looked old, not quite as old as the master, he still had his human guise but still, his aura felt old.
"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" He spoke with a heavy upper class English accent. "I'm surprised we had such a turn up. I'd love to make small talk but I'm afraid we must get down to business. Allow me to say welcome again to the Delegation of the Order of Aurelius."
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Spike nervously lit a cigarette as he leaned against Angel's car. His hand shook so violently he almost wasn't able to light his lighter. "Is that it?"
Angel turned to him. "What were you expecting?"
"I was expecting them to kill us."
"Well, we were lucky."
"No, there must be something else. Maybe they're gonna do it now. Maybe they were just waiting to-"
"Spike!" Angel shouted, interrupting his banter. "We made it. Just be happy that we made it, okay."
Spike nodded and began to study his cigarette while Angel slipped into deep thought. Spike was right in a way; he was surprised at the lack of well, action at the meeting. He thought there would be major decisions and democratic votes or something but no... just pointless banter and a lecture from a five hundred year old vamp name Demitri. Basically the meeting was called to assess the situation and current population of the Order. No new master was called due to the serious depletion of numbers since Spike came to Sunnydale and Angel temporarily reverted to his more evil self, Angelus. Angel continued to make sense of what just happened when his thoughts were once again interrupted. This time, however, it was the sing song voice of his most important childe.
"Angelus," Drusilla laughed half-heartedly. "How I'd only dreamed you'd come."
"Hey Dru. Long time no see. Sorry about setting you on fire," he told her nonchalantly.
"That's okay. You were being a bad daddy. But then again, you were always quite naughty." She smiled wickedly and turned her attention to Spike who was pointedly looking at the ground. He was obviously not very eager to have anymore interaction with his sire.
Drusilla walked toward her childe and ex-lover, a pained expression on her face. "But you've been worse," she told him angrily, as if she hadn't made her point before. "You ripped out my heart and ate it for supper. Was it good for you Spike? Was it any good? Was it worth breaking such a precious thing?"
"I'm sorry."
"BUT YOU LIE!" She shouted angrily. "You said you could push her away but you lied. I though you said you loved me."
"Oh because this is all about you then in't it? It always has been. I loved you with every part of my being but you never cared about me! It was always about HIM!" He yelled pointing at Angel who backed out the way not wanting to get involved.
"You always wanted him more than me. You always loved him more than me."
"But that is a fallacy to say the least. I did, I loved you my William. And I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you."
Spike was shocked. He was actually speechless. That was the first time EVER that she had told him that she loved him. She had shown him, given him little times, but she had never just simply said it, and Spike was shocked.
"But not as much," he told her sadly.
"Just not the same."
Spike looked up into her beautiful eyes and sighed before looking back down at the ground.
"So come with me my knight, come we me and we can start again," she told him softly, extending her hand for him to take.
Spike stared at her fingers for what felt like an eternity, not sure of what to do. He was being offered a chance of a lifetime. Dru was offering to take him back, again. But he thought of what he would lose if he went with her. Buffy and Dawn. They were his life now, not Drusilla. She left him; he didn't owe her anything anymore.
"I can't do that, Dru."
Drusilla looked like she had been staked. Her eyes widened and flared yellow and before Spike knew what had hit him she was in vampire guise and attacking him viciously. She pounced on him like a cat, the way her movements were always cat-like.
"I MADE YOU!" She screamed angrily at him as she fell on top of him. She scratched his face laving three long marks on his left cheek. She pulled her arm back to punch him but he kicked her off of him. She stood up and swayed a bit before running back at him. Before she could attack Angel threw Spike a stake and grabbed Drusilla by the shoulders.
"Do it!" He yelled at the bleached vampire. Spike ran toward the both of them and held the stake high in the air. He was about to plunge into his sire's heart when he froze. He knew in his head what he had to do but he couldn't make his arm move.
"Stake her!" Angel yelled again. But before he could respond, Drusilla kicked his shin and elbowed him in the face, causing him to release her. When he stood back up he walked over to Spike and shook him, causing his grip to loosen from the stake. He had been holding it so tight that his knuckles became whiter that usual.
"What's wrong with you Spike?"
Spike looked up at Angel, his deep blue eyes wide with contemplation. "I just couldn't."
When Angel sat down beside him, Spike laughed and Angel gave him a questioning look.
"It's so fancy," Spike mumbled to Angel. "You'd think we were at a wedding or something."
Angel just rolled his eyes and took in his surroundings. The long table at which he sat was not for just anyone; barely a third of the people at the Delegation were seated there. He supposed it was meant to be for the older and more important vampires. He looked at those who were still standing and could tell that they were all much younger than he was.
Angel turned back to Spike and was about to say something when his eyes locked with Drusilla's. He hadn't seen her before then, and Spike hadn't mentioned that she was there if he knew. He made a lame attempt to focus on something other than her, but even then, she was completely captivating.
His favorite childe. He always had affection for Drusilla; even with a soul he felt a desperate need to protect her. She was his blood, she was his family, and he loved her.
His attention was abruptly turned to the booming voice of a vampire standing at the head of the table. He looked old, not quite as old as the master, he still had his human guise but still, his aura felt old.
"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" He spoke with a heavy upper class English accent. "I'm surprised we had such a turn up. I'd love to make small talk but I'm afraid we must get down to business. Allow me to say welcome again to the Delegation of the Order of Aurelius."
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Spike nervously lit a cigarette as he leaned against Angel's car. His hand shook so violently he almost wasn't able to light his lighter. "Is that it?"
Angel turned to him. "What were you expecting?"
"I was expecting them to kill us."
"Well, we were lucky."
"No, there must be something else. Maybe they're gonna do it now. Maybe they were just waiting to-"
"Spike!" Angel shouted, interrupting his banter. "We made it. Just be happy that we made it, okay."
Spike nodded and began to study his cigarette while Angel slipped into deep thought. Spike was right in a way; he was surprised at the lack of well, action at the meeting. He thought there would be major decisions and democratic votes or something but no... just pointless banter and a lecture from a five hundred year old vamp name Demitri. Basically the meeting was called to assess the situation and current population of the Order. No new master was called due to the serious depletion of numbers since Spike came to Sunnydale and Angel temporarily reverted to his more evil self, Angelus. Angel continued to make sense of what just happened when his thoughts were once again interrupted. This time, however, it was the sing song voice of his most important childe.
"Angelus," Drusilla laughed half-heartedly. "How I'd only dreamed you'd come."
"Hey Dru. Long time no see. Sorry about setting you on fire," he told her nonchalantly.
"That's okay. You were being a bad daddy. But then again, you were always quite naughty." She smiled wickedly and turned her attention to Spike who was pointedly looking at the ground. He was obviously not very eager to have anymore interaction with his sire.
Drusilla walked toward her childe and ex-lover, a pained expression on her face. "But you've been worse," she told him angrily, as if she hadn't made her point before. "You ripped out my heart and ate it for supper. Was it good for you Spike? Was it any good? Was it worth breaking such a precious thing?"
"I'm sorry."
"BUT YOU LIE!" She shouted angrily. "You said you could push her away but you lied. I though you said you loved me."
"Oh because this is all about you then in't it? It always has been. I loved you with every part of my being but you never cared about me! It was always about HIM!" He yelled pointing at Angel who backed out the way not wanting to get involved.
"You always wanted him more than me. You always loved him more than me."
"But that is a fallacy to say the least. I did, I loved you my William. And I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you."
Spike was shocked. He was actually speechless. That was the first time EVER that she had told him that she loved him. She had shown him, given him little times, but she had never just simply said it, and Spike was shocked.
"But not as much," he told her sadly.
"Just not the same."
Spike looked up into her beautiful eyes and sighed before looking back down at the ground.
"So come with me my knight, come we me and we can start again," she told him softly, extending her hand for him to take.
Spike stared at her fingers for what felt like an eternity, not sure of what to do. He was being offered a chance of a lifetime. Dru was offering to take him back, again. But he thought of what he would lose if he went with her. Buffy and Dawn. They were his life now, not Drusilla. She left him; he didn't owe her anything anymore.
"I can't do that, Dru."
Drusilla looked like she had been staked. Her eyes widened and flared yellow and before Spike knew what had hit him she was in vampire guise and attacking him viciously. She pounced on him like a cat, the way her movements were always cat-like.
"I MADE YOU!" She screamed angrily at him as she fell on top of him. She scratched his face laving three long marks on his left cheek. She pulled her arm back to punch him but he kicked her off of him. She stood up and swayed a bit before running back at him. Before she could attack Angel threw Spike a stake and grabbed Drusilla by the shoulders.
"Do it!" He yelled at the bleached vampire. Spike ran toward the both of them and held the stake high in the air. He was about to plunge into his sire's heart when he froze. He knew in his head what he had to do but he couldn't make his arm move.
"Stake her!" Angel yelled again. But before he could respond, Drusilla kicked his shin and elbowed him in the face, causing him to release her. When he stood back up he walked over to Spike and shook him, causing his grip to loosen from the stake. He had been holding it so tight that his knuckles became whiter that usual.
"What's wrong with you Spike?"
Spike looked up at Angel, his deep blue eyes wide with contemplation. "I just couldn't."
