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to myself. Nor do all related items of/and "Angel" and "Roswell", and
"Ripper"(I guess).
"I need your help, and you might not want to help me after I tell you this."
"Trust me, there is not a thing that could possibly shock me." Buffy said reassuringly.
"Do you believe in aliens?" Max asked.
"No," Buffy saw his face and stuttered an explanation, "See, there was this thing about two years back, we thought it was an alien, I mean it had a spaceship and everything, but see, Giles explained to us that it was just a demon. He said that demons come from different dimensions and such, and that some demons come from below the Earth, some from," and Buffy pointed upwards.
"Really?" Max inquired.
"Yes." Buffy replied. Max smiled and chuckled to himself. He looked straight into Buffy.
"Maybe, I ought to tell you a story before we begin talking business." Buffy nodded and thought to herself,
"Business, my business, demons." She frowned in and outside.
~*~
"So, that's your story?" It had taken forty-five minutes for Max to finish, and another hour to Buffy's.
"Yup, and yours," Max sighed. So, he wasn't the only one to die a weird-ass death and come back to life.
"Twice? Is that a record?" Max asked.
"The dying?" Buffy shrugged. She told him everything, even the Spike- factor, as she called it. Something about this young man was just getting to her, in a good way. She felt good; she felt she could tell him anything, and everything. And did.
"So," Buffy started, "now to business?"
~*~
Spike was face to face with Wesley Windomn Pryce. Did he remember him?
"Mr. Pryce?" Spike said. Luckily, it was a dark ally way that they had come face to face. He had been traveling towards L.A. night and day. Day, he stayed in the shadows, still traveling and at night, well, he was free to wander off to any route. As long as, of-course, he could find his way back to shadows when the time would come.
"Who are you?" Wesley said with ease.
"You do not remember me? Or my alter-ego, anyway?" Wesley peered through the darkness.
"William the Bloody." he trailed off, dropping the bag of newly brought groceries.
"I need Angelus' help." Spike said shyly.
"I doubt you'll get it." He slyly reached into his coat.
"Well, circumstances are-well, he might. And you might want to drop that stake, or those, rather." Wesley dropped them Spike could mop the floor with him. Spike probably would.
"What do you want?" Wesley inquired, almost shouting.
"Angelus' help."
"Angel's help? Why?"
"Something has happened. Something he'd know a lot about. It's concerning-"
"I don't care what it's about. I don't know where Angel is, probably at the hotel, and I don't want to know. If you want his help, then telling me about it is not is not gonna help." He picked up his groceries and quickly left.
"I need your help, and you might not want to help me after I tell you this."
"Trust me, there is not a thing that could possibly shock me." Buffy said reassuringly.
"Do you believe in aliens?" Max asked.
"No," Buffy saw his face and stuttered an explanation, "See, there was this thing about two years back, we thought it was an alien, I mean it had a spaceship and everything, but see, Giles explained to us that it was just a demon. He said that demons come from different dimensions and such, and that some demons come from below the Earth, some from," and Buffy pointed upwards.
"Really?" Max inquired.
"Yes." Buffy replied. Max smiled and chuckled to himself. He looked straight into Buffy.
"Maybe, I ought to tell you a story before we begin talking business." Buffy nodded and thought to herself,
"Business, my business, demons." She frowned in and outside.
~*~
"So, that's your story?" It had taken forty-five minutes for Max to finish, and another hour to Buffy's.
"Yup, and yours," Max sighed. So, he wasn't the only one to die a weird-ass death and come back to life.
"Twice? Is that a record?" Max asked.
"The dying?" Buffy shrugged. She told him everything, even the Spike- factor, as she called it. Something about this young man was just getting to her, in a good way. She felt good; she felt she could tell him anything, and everything. And did.
"So," Buffy started, "now to business?"
~*~
Spike was face to face with Wesley Windomn Pryce. Did he remember him?
"Mr. Pryce?" Spike said. Luckily, it was a dark ally way that they had come face to face. He had been traveling towards L.A. night and day. Day, he stayed in the shadows, still traveling and at night, well, he was free to wander off to any route. As long as, of-course, he could find his way back to shadows when the time would come.
"Who are you?" Wesley said with ease.
"You do not remember me? Or my alter-ego, anyway?" Wesley peered through the darkness.
"William the Bloody." he trailed off, dropping the bag of newly brought groceries.
"I need Angelus' help." Spike said shyly.
"I doubt you'll get it." He slyly reached into his coat.
"Well, circumstances are-well, he might. And you might want to drop that stake, or those, rather." Wesley dropped them Spike could mop the floor with him. Spike probably would.
"What do you want?" Wesley inquired, almost shouting.
"Angelus' help."
"Angel's help? Why?"
"Something has happened. Something he'd know a lot about. It's concerning-"
"I don't care what it's about. I don't know where Angel is, probably at the hotel, and I don't want to know. If you want his help, then telling me about it is not is not gonna help." He picked up his groceries and quickly left.