Title: The fascinating Life of Zoey (Part 8)
Author: Miss. Kitty Fantastico
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Angel characters (why would I want to
anyway?), or anything else that pertains to Angel or Buffy the Vampire
Slayer. I only own Zoey, and Verdandi owns Evita-yep, that's all!
***
Los Angeles, 2002
"Oh shit!" The teenage vampire screamed at her pursuer. Holding up a single, black Gucci heel for her protection, she waved the pump furiously at the floor before slamming the shoe down repeatedly on the hardwood.
"Die! Die! Die!" She yelled at the tiny spider before her as it became a tiny black grease spot on the floor.
Sighing relief, the girl fell down into the comfort of her oversized, black leather chair. Throwing the shoe across the room, (which landed with a 'Thwack!' against the green wall) she brought her feet up to her chin. "Well, at least Angel had those guys fumigate the hotel last week."
Zoey took a look around her old apartment. She was going to miss the place, it held cherished memories, like the time she rammed Evita against that wall for making that 'People with flat noses'("Penn's nose is *so* not flat!" "Oh, yeah? Tell that to the Mack truck that flattened it.")comment for the 500th time. And there was the aquarium that held Zoey's hamsters; Oz and Armand, that had suffered the fate of Angel's stomach ("Angel! What the hell are you doing? You just ate Oz!" "What? I thought he was dinner!").
Zoey smiled, ahh, so many memories. Too bad Angel and the rest of Angel Investigations were making her move, saying that it "Would have a better timing issue if we were all in the same place".
"Moving? Hope it's 'ta get the hell out of this hell hole of a town."
Whipping her head around in a flash, she saw that, leaning on a tower of boxes labeled 'bed sheets' was Spike. He licked his lips and smiled his taunting 'Common' punch me in the face, I deserve it' smile when Zoey saw who he was.
"Spike!" Zoey yelled, infuriated and surprised at the same time. She quickly stood up from her chair and stared at him hatefully, balling her hands up into fists. "What the hell are you doing here?! No. Wait, don't answer that question, I don't want to know. Just leave." She said, pointing to the door.
The Brit smiled again and then gave a very comical and exaggerated sigh. He rubbed the back of his peroxide bleached head and said, "You know it's going to take a lot more than that to get me to go away. I just wanted to check up on my childe, that's all."
Zoey growled and wanted nothing more but to run up to the other vampire and claw his eyes out. But instead, she decided that telling him off and then staking him later would be a lot more resourceful-and a nice way to vent.
"I hate you Spike." She said slowly, "I think I hate you more than Evita- and you have *no* idea how much hatred that really is-"
The blonde faked a yawn, "Got a point to your little tirade, pumpkin?"
"You made me a monster!" The teen yelled, letting her face contort, "I used to be the most valuable asset to the Council-I had a future there as head Council Chair person! But you took it all away from me, just because you wanted to get back at my stupid brother!"
"Oh, come off it, Zoey. That's a bunch of crap, and you know it. You don't mean any of those things." Spike said calmly.
Zoey folded her arms and turned her head, "And what makes you think I don't?" She said childishly.
The vampire laughed to himself looking up at the ceiling, then back at Zoey. "You love life, being a vampire. I can tell."
Zoey raised her eyebrows, with her arms still folded, "How?"
"Come on, Zo." Spike laughed, "Look at you! You're not wallowing in your own self-pity, brooding in the corner like Angel. Plus, I checked your fridge-only ice cream and butter." The vampire smiled deviously, "You like to hunt, don't you?"
For Zoey, she felt that Spike was getting way to personal for comfort. "That's none of your business. Now, out!" She yelled, pointing to the door.
For the third,-or forth time, Spike laughed, making a mockery of the whole situation. "I can never understand why you hate me so much. It's not like I was the one who made you what you are."
Zoey stopped breathing.
And when she noticed that her chest wasn't heaving up and down the way she- and countless other vamps liked it, she started up again.
"You're lying." She accused the blonde.
"'Fraid not, Pumpkin." He said tiredly. Then, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a green and white swirled talisman on a gold chain. "How about we take a walk." He said, gesturing to the door.
The teen slammed her foot down, hard on the wooden floor, and the 'thud' echoed through the now empty apartment "You have a snowball's chance in Hell that I Would go anywhere with you."
"Ooh, you've gotten a little tongue since I've seen you, haven't you?" Spike said, deeply enthused, leaning on the moving boxes even more.
***
The Hyperion Hotel, 2002
The dark haired vampire walked down the hallway of the Hyperion Hotel numbly. She looked up tiredly at the long stretch of carpet and rows of doors and wondered if they would go on for an eternity, that she would be stuck for an infinite amount of time wandering down the same stretch of green and gold carpet.
She felt a thousand questions swim around in her mind as she walked, why? Why did he do it? Why didn't he stop himself? Why did he abandon her?
Zoey felt determined as she neared his room number; 212.213. She knew what he would say, what he would do, she had it all planned out. She knew that she would keep asking questions, even while he stuttered for answers-or when he massaged the back of his neck, something he did when he couldn't find the words to say.
Opening her hand, she stared at the little green and white talisman that laid there. It's chain was thin, and sunk into the crevasses of her palm. The young vampire's eyes stayed transfixed on the gold chain, it reflected the light from the poorly lit lamps that lined the walls, and glittered, casting little dots of light on the walls.
She looked up wearily at the brass door numbers that flashed ahead of her.
.214.
He had showed up at her apartment.
.215.
He had taken her to the warehouse.
.216.
He had told her everything-even when she didn't want to know.
Zoey stopped slowly in front of one of the doors. She took a moment and stood there, taking in the detail of the door; it's dark brown mahogany color, the scratched up, brass hinges. She looked up hatefully at the room number, 217. She could smell him behind the door. She caught his scent and already knew that he was in the middle of his 'afternoon tea' at 2 in the morning.
The teen girl held up a fist to knock on the door, but decided not to. Instead, she gripped the brass doorknob and pushed it open.
***
***
Los Angeles, 2002
"Oh shit!" The teenage vampire screamed at her pursuer. Holding up a single, black Gucci heel for her protection, she waved the pump furiously at the floor before slamming the shoe down repeatedly on the hardwood.
"Die! Die! Die!" She yelled at the tiny spider before her as it became a tiny black grease spot on the floor.
Sighing relief, the girl fell down into the comfort of her oversized, black leather chair. Throwing the shoe across the room, (which landed with a 'Thwack!' against the green wall) she brought her feet up to her chin. "Well, at least Angel had those guys fumigate the hotel last week."
Zoey took a look around her old apartment. She was going to miss the place, it held cherished memories, like the time she rammed Evita against that wall for making that 'People with flat noses'("Penn's nose is *so* not flat!" "Oh, yeah? Tell that to the Mack truck that flattened it.")comment for the 500th time. And there was the aquarium that held Zoey's hamsters; Oz and Armand, that had suffered the fate of Angel's stomach ("Angel! What the hell are you doing? You just ate Oz!" "What? I thought he was dinner!").
Zoey smiled, ahh, so many memories. Too bad Angel and the rest of Angel Investigations were making her move, saying that it "Would have a better timing issue if we were all in the same place".
"Moving? Hope it's 'ta get the hell out of this hell hole of a town."
Whipping her head around in a flash, she saw that, leaning on a tower of boxes labeled 'bed sheets' was Spike. He licked his lips and smiled his taunting 'Common' punch me in the face, I deserve it' smile when Zoey saw who he was.
"Spike!" Zoey yelled, infuriated and surprised at the same time. She quickly stood up from her chair and stared at him hatefully, balling her hands up into fists. "What the hell are you doing here?! No. Wait, don't answer that question, I don't want to know. Just leave." She said, pointing to the door.
The Brit smiled again and then gave a very comical and exaggerated sigh. He rubbed the back of his peroxide bleached head and said, "You know it's going to take a lot more than that to get me to go away. I just wanted to check up on my childe, that's all."
Zoey growled and wanted nothing more but to run up to the other vampire and claw his eyes out. But instead, she decided that telling him off and then staking him later would be a lot more resourceful-and a nice way to vent.
"I hate you Spike." She said slowly, "I think I hate you more than Evita- and you have *no* idea how much hatred that really is-"
The blonde faked a yawn, "Got a point to your little tirade, pumpkin?"
"You made me a monster!" The teen yelled, letting her face contort, "I used to be the most valuable asset to the Council-I had a future there as head Council Chair person! But you took it all away from me, just because you wanted to get back at my stupid brother!"
"Oh, come off it, Zoey. That's a bunch of crap, and you know it. You don't mean any of those things." Spike said calmly.
Zoey folded her arms and turned her head, "And what makes you think I don't?" She said childishly.
The vampire laughed to himself looking up at the ceiling, then back at Zoey. "You love life, being a vampire. I can tell."
Zoey raised her eyebrows, with her arms still folded, "How?"
"Come on, Zo." Spike laughed, "Look at you! You're not wallowing in your own self-pity, brooding in the corner like Angel. Plus, I checked your fridge-only ice cream and butter." The vampire smiled deviously, "You like to hunt, don't you?"
For Zoey, she felt that Spike was getting way to personal for comfort. "That's none of your business. Now, out!" She yelled, pointing to the door.
For the third,-or forth time, Spike laughed, making a mockery of the whole situation. "I can never understand why you hate me so much. It's not like I was the one who made you what you are."
Zoey stopped breathing.
And when she noticed that her chest wasn't heaving up and down the way she- and countless other vamps liked it, she started up again.
"You're lying." She accused the blonde.
"'Fraid not, Pumpkin." He said tiredly. Then, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a green and white swirled talisman on a gold chain. "How about we take a walk." He said, gesturing to the door.
The teen slammed her foot down, hard on the wooden floor, and the 'thud' echoed through the now empty apartment "You have a snowball's chance in Hell that I Would go anywhere with you."
"Ooh, you've gotten a little tongue since I've seen you, haven't you?" Spike said, deeply enthused, leaning on the moving boxes even more.
***
The Hyperion Hotel, 2002
The dark haired vampire walked down the hallway of the Hyperion Hotel numbly. She looked up tiredly at the long stretch of carpet and rows of doors and wondered if they would go on for an eternity, that she would be stuck for an infinite amount of time wandering down the same stretch of green and gold carpet.
She felt a thousand questions swim around in her mind as she walked, why? Why did he do it? Why didn't he stop himself? Why did he abandon her?
Zoey felt determined as she neared his room number; 212.213. She knew what he would say, what he would do, she had it all planned out. She knew that she would keep asking questions, even while he stuttered for answers-or when he massaged the back of his neck, something he did when he couldn't find the words to say.
Opening her hand, she stared at the little green and white talisman that laid there. It's chain was thin, and sunk into the crevasses of her palm. The young vampire's eyes stayed transfixed on the gold chain, it reflected the light from the poorly lit lamps that lined the walls, and glittered, casting little dots of light on the walls.
She looked up wearily at the brass door numbers that flashed ahead of her.
.214.
He had showed up at her apartment.
.215.
He had taken her to the warehouse.
.216.
He had told her everything-even when she didn't want to know.
Zoey stopped slowly in front of one of the doors. She took a moment and stood there, taking in the detail of the door; it's dark brown mahogany color, the scratched up, brass hinges. She looked up hatefully at the room number, 217. She could smell him behind the door. She caught his scent and already knew that he was in the middle of his 'afternoon tea' at 2 in the morning.
The teen girl held up a fist to knock on the door, but decided not to. Instead, she gripped the brass doorknob and pushed it open.
***