A/N: Ah man, I'm tired. Oh well, at least I like writing! Which is more than can be said for my awaiting History homework...anywho, yet another chapter up, making a total of twenty now! **Punches air** Whoohoo! Go me! Took a while, due to getting nothing done over the weekend 'cause of camp, but now school's out so I'm going to be sitting here writing for the next 2 weeks.
Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon? No. Apart from all original stuff, it's his.
Dedication: Stormz, who has just had an operation. Get well soon sweetie.
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When you hold a status of such immense popularity in high school, you have to keep proving yourself worthy of it.
That was what Bridget Hadley was doing right now, eyes fixed on the nearby door of the Bronze as she chattered away to her gathering of fashion disciples.
"I swear, Mia is really loosing herself these days!" Bridget's friend Louise giggled.
"Well duh!" Bridget cut in scathingly. "The poor girl still seems to think that glittery nail polish is in!" This statement was met by agreeing giggles from all standing there.
Somebody entered the nightclub then- someone tall, dark and seriously cute. Bridget stood up from the post she had been leaning on and a smile appeared as she watched him glance around the club. The other air heads noticed that she wasn't listening or talking, and followed her gaze. They realized what she wanted to try.
"You think you can get him?" a blonde called Suzy asked.
Bridget was annoyed at the obvious doubt in Suzy's voice and glanced breifly back at her, an eyebrow raised. "No," she answered, "I know I can."
With that, she turned her back on the cheerleaders and began to sashay over to the newcomer. He was so absorbed in looking for whoever he had come to see that he didn't even look around at her standing next to him until she spoke.
"I just love this song." Bridget batted her eyelashes. "Why don't you come dance with me?"
The guy's expression was one of mild surprise. "Uh, sorry. I'm kind of here to meet someone."
That comment added to Bridget's chagrin, and it began to show in place of her wide smile. "Well, aren't you even going to tell me your name? I'm Bridget Hadley."
"Angel." he replied almost reluctantly and glanced to the other end of the nightclub, ignoring Bridget. She very nearly scowled as he smiled a bit at someone he saw there. She folded her arms and looked over to where he looked, and almost died of shock.
This gorgeous guy was ignoring her in favour of three of the school outcasts? Because he was looking over at the table that Gracia McCormack, Luke Goldsmith and Keisha Goldsmith sat at. He took a step towards them, then turned back to Bridget.
"See you around." he said and set off, leaving Bridget fuming silently. She managed to school her features to show calm and scorn as she went back to her gaggle of airheads. Suzy was smirking slightly.
"So?" she asked. "What went wrong?"
"Oh please." Bridget snorted. "He doesn't even have a car."
How many years would it take her to live this down?
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The trio at the table were struggling to hold back their laughter by the time Angel arrived there. Keisha was the most sucessful, with a large smile. Gracia was shaking slightly and grinning, but Luke was almost falling to pieces. He had gone bright red and was shaking uncontrollably with supressed mirth. Angel looked almost uncertain for a second before he took an empty seat between Keisha and his sister.
"Hi Angel." Gracia managed to choke out, still smiling widely although she had managed to control the shuddering. "I see you've met our resident fashion guru, Bridget."
"You know her then?" Angel asked lamely, at a bit of a loss of what to say.
Luke grinned like a maniac. Keisha rolled her eyes although she too had an almost identical smile. "Yeah, she been in our class since kindergarten." Keisha informed.
"Man, that was priceless." Luke eventually managed. "I should've brought a camera. Her face..." He nearly collapsed in hysterics.
"So, why're you here?" Gracia asked, attempting to divert attention from Luke. "Not that I'm not glad to see you, because I am, I just wondered." She was serious now.
"I...wanted to say sorry about having a go at you about Spike." Angel admitted. "I just want you to be safe, that's all."
"Sorry about going off like that." Gracia answered. "I shouldn't have got so annoyed. It was my fault as well."
There was a pause and she smiled at him before leaning over to hug him quickly. At last there was peace between them again. Unfortunately, not for Luke. He knew that he wasn't goind to forget that hilariously outraged look on Bridget's face for a long time.
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Spike wandered alone through the Sunnydale streets, looking for a fight to take his mind off of other things- namely, Gracia and his poofter of a grandsire. So far, he'd encountered no newbies rising in the graveyard, so it was onto the streets. Soon he'd have to turn back to avoid the imminent dawn
There hadn't been any encounters last night, or the night before. Seemed that what Gracia had guessed was right. If there was a big cult of vampires, they must be either lying low or planning some big event. Recent events pointed to the latter. At least it'd give him something to do.
As if that was a call for enemies, a noise caught his sensitive hearing and he stopped, listening carefully. A low voice threatening, footsteps, and slight whimpering. He took a few steps forward just as the vampires came around the corner of the street.
There were two of them, one a red-head female and the other an albino male. Between them they were dragging a brunette girl of about nineteen who was trembling hard and pleading in sobs for her life as she attempted to twist from their grip. They seemed to be taking her for a meal, probably for their leader. Then they sensed Spike standing seven foot away from them and looked up, their faces ridged and contorted.
"Let go of her." Spike said clearly. Always believed in giving them a fair chance before he killed them. The vamp girl snarled in the back of her throat and the guy's hold in the girl's wrist got tighter, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Make us." the redhead sneered. With vampiric speed, she shoved their prey into the albino's arms and launched herself at Spike. Spike caught her by the throat and tossed her against the nearby chainlink fence. As she hit the ground, he leapt at the preoccupied albino and gave him a punch that sent his head snapping back painfully. Spike hit him again, this time making him fall to the ground and drop the girl. Crying, the girl scrambled to her feet.
"Run." Spike warned, ducking a roundhouse kick. The girl didn't need telling twice and fled as fast as her tottering stilettos would allow her. Spike grabbed the back of his opponent's neck and rammed his head into the fence. He knocked back the approaching redhead into a lamppost and thrust a stake through the dazed albino's heart. The vampire crashed to the pavement as ashes.
The girl watched Spike do this and pushed herself away from the lamppost and at Spike. Just as she was about to ram into him, Spike whipped around and seized her by the throat again. He lifted her off the ground, his grip tightening until her eyes widened with pain. Turning around, he slammed her back against the fence and placed the stake over her heart.
At first, he was going to kill her. Going to push the wooden stick straight into her so that she exploded into dust like her friend. Her long nails scrabbled at his hand in a futile attempt to break his grip. He was going to kill her.
But then he had a better idea.
Lowering her to the ground but not removing the stake, he said, "Why don't we go for a little trip?"
He shifted his grip to an arm around her shoulders, pinning her own arms to her sides. In his left hand he still held the stake. The redhead knew that she had no choice but to go with Spike as he pulled her down the street with him. Then he spoke again.
"Ever been to Sunnyhell High?"
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Soooo...sorry about the wait. I wuz gonna write when I got back on Sunday night, but I wuz absolutely knackered from camp. THEN Stormz went into hospital last night for an op...but the important thing is that it's up now! And now you hafta review plz!
Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon? No. Apart from all original stuff, it's his.
Dedication: Stormz, who has just had an operation. Get well soon sweetie.
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When you hold a status of such immense popularity in high school, you have to keep proving yourself worthy of it.
That was what Bridget Hadley was doing right now, eyes fixed on the nearby door of the Bronze as she chattered away to her gathering of fashion disciples.
"I swear, Mia is really loosing herself these days!" Bridget's friend Louise giggled.
"Well duh!" Bridget cut in scathingly. "The poor girl still seems to think that glittery nail polish is in!" This statement was met by agreeing giggles from all standing there.
Somebody entered the nightclub then- someone tall, dark and seriously cute. Bridget stood up from the post she had been leaning on and a smile appeared as she watched him glance around the club. The other air heads noticed that she wasn't listening or talking, and followed her gaze. They realized what she wanted to try.
"You think you can get him?" a blonde called Suzy asked.
Bridget was annoyed at the obvious doubt in Suzy's voice and glanced breifly back at her, an eyebrow raised. "No," she answered, "I know I can."
With that, she turned her back on the cheerleaders and began to sashay over to the newcomer. He was so absorbed in looking for whoever he had come to see that he didn't even look around at her standing next to him until she spoke.
"I just love this song." Bridget batted her eyelashes. "Why don't you come dance with me?"
The guy's expression was one of mild surprise. "Uh, sorry. I'm kind of here to meet someone."
That comment added to Bridget's chagrin, and it began to show in place of her wide smile. "Well, aren't you even going to tell me your name? I'm Bridget Hadley."
"Angel." he replied almost reluctantly and glanced to the other end of the nightclub, ignoring Bridget. She very nearly scowled as he smiled a bit at someone he saw there. She folded her arms and looked over to where he looked, and almost died of shock.
This gorgeous guy was ignoring her in favour of three of the school outcasts? Because he was looking over at the table that Gracia McCormack, Luke Goldsmith and Keisha Goldsmith sat at. He took a step towards them, then turned back to Bridget.
"See you around." he said and set off, leaving Bridget fuming silently. She managed to school her features to show calm and scorn as she went back to her gaggle of airheads. Suzy was smirking slightly.
"So?" she asked. "What went wrong?"
"Oh please." Bridget snorted. "He doesn't even have a car."
How many years would it take her to live this down?
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The trio at the table were struggling to hold back their laughter by the time Angel arrived there. Keisha was the most sucessful, with a large smile. Gracia was shaking slightly and grinning, but Luke was almost falling to pieces. He had gone bright red and was shaking uncontrollably with supressed mirth. Angel looked almost uncertain for a second before he took an empty seat between Keisha and his sister.
"Hi Angel." Gracia managed to choke out, still smiling widely although she had managed to control the shuddering. "I see you've met our resident fashion guru, Bridget."
"You know her then?" Angel asked lamely, at a bit of a loss of what to say.
Luke grinned like a maniac. Keisha rolled her eyes although she too had an almost identical smile. "Yeah, she been in our class since kindergarten." Keisha informed.
"Man, that was priceless." Luke eventually managed. "I should've brought a camera. Her face..." He nearly collapsed in hysterics.
"So, why're you here?" Gracia asked, attempting to divert attention from Luke. "Not that I'm not glad to see you, because I am, I just wondered." She was serious now.
"I...wanted to say sorry about having a go at you about Spike." Angel admitted. "I just want you to be safe, that's all."
"Sorry about going off like that." Gracia answered. "I shouldn't have got so annoyed. It was my fault as well."
There was a pause and she smiled at him before leaning over to hug him quickly. At last there was peace between them again. Unfortunately, not for Luke. He knew that he wasn't goind to forget that hilariously outraged look on Bridget's face for a long time.
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Spike wandered alone through the Sunnydale streets, looking for a fight to take his mind off of other things- namely, Gracia and his poofter of a grandsire. So far, he'd encountered no newbies rising in the graveyard, so it was onto the streets. Soon he'd have to turn back to avoid the imminent dawn
There hadn't been any encounters last night, or the night before. Seemed that what Gracia had guessed was right. If there was a big cult of vampires, they must be either lying low or planning some big event. Recent events pointed to the latter. At least it'd give him something to do.
As if that was a call for enemies, a noise caught his sensitive hearing and he stopped, listening carefully. A low voice threatening, footsteps, and slight whimpering. He took a few steps forward just as the vampires came around the corner of the street.
There were two of them, one a red-head female and the other an albino male. Between them they were dragging a brunette girl of about nineteen who was trembling hard and pleading in sobs for her life as she attempted to twist from their grip. They seemed to be taking her for a meal, probably for their leader. Then they sensed Spike standing seven foot away from them and looked up, their faces ridged and contorted.
"Let go of her." Spike said clearly. Always believed in giving them a fair chance before he killed them. The vamp girl snarled in the back of her throat and the guy's hold in the girl's wrist got tighter, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Make us." the redhead sneered. With vampiric speed, she shoved their prey into the albino's arms and launched herself at Spike. Spike caught her by the throat and tossed her against the nearby chainlink fence. As she hit the ground, he leapt at the preoccupied albino and gave him a punch that sent his head snapping back painfully. Spike hit him again, this time making him fall to the ground and drop the girl. Crying, the girl scrambled to her feet.
"Run." Spike warned, ducking a roundhouse kick. The girl didn't need telling twice and fled as fast as her tottering stilettos would allow her. Spike grabbed the back of his opponent's neck and rammed his head into the fence. He knocked back the approaching redhead into a lamppost and thrust a stake through the dazed albino's heart. The vampire crashed to the pavement as ashes.
The girl watched Spike do this and pushed herself away from the lamppost and at Spike. Just as she was about to ram into him, Spike whipped around and seized her by the throat again. He lifted her off the ground, his grip tightening until her eyes widened with pain. Turning around, he slammed her back against the fence and placed the stake over her heart.
At first, he was going to kill her. Going to push the wooden stick straight into her so that she exploded into dust like her friend. Her long nails scrabbled at his hand in a futile attempt to break his grip. He was going to kill her.
But then he had a better idea.
Lowering her to the ground but not removing the stake, he said, "Why don't we go for a little trip?"
He shifted his grip to an arm around her shoulders, pinning her own arms to her sides. In his left hand he still held the stake. The redhead knew that she had no choice but to go with Spike as he pulled her down the street with him. Then he spoke again.
"Ever been to Sunnyhell High?"
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Soooo...sorry about the wait. I wuz gonna write when I got back on Sunday night, but I wuz absolutely knackered from camp. THEN Stormz went into hospital last night for an op...but the important thing is that it's up now! And now you hafta review plz!
