Disclaimers: This isn't mine.
Author's Note: This is the new chapter of 'Dead of Night'. I -said- that I would finish the stories, but apparently some people were too busy FLAMING me to get the wax out of their ears. If you don't like this chapter, tough, I'm sick of people flaming me. They can all rot in the hellmouth.
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Buffy entered the house, making her way to the living room with a sigh. She waited until Dawn went upstairs then picked up the phone, dialing Giles' number.
She rapped her fingernails on the kitchen counter, waiting for the staunch British man to pick up. On the fifth rang he finally did.
"Hello?"
His weary tone of voice indicated that he had been woken up, and Buffy felt a pang of guilt for it.
"Hi Giles, it's Buffy. Did I wake you? I can call back later if you -"
"No, no, that's fine. I'm fine. What did you need to talk about?"
She inhaled deeply before speaking.
"It's Spike."
She paused; she could practically hear Giles cleaning his glasses.
"What about him?" came the worried reply.
"Well . . . that's just the thing; I don't know."
"Pardon?"
"It's just . . . I have this feeling. I think that something is wrong, that he knows something he's not telling me. He's acting really . . . fishy and stuff. I was wondering if there's a spell that I could do that would let me know what Spike's not telling me. You know, some way I could get the information from him, without him actually having to, you know, speak to him directly. I was considering beating it out of him, but he seems pretty set in his convictions."
She paused, allowing time for all of the information to sink in. "Can you help me?"
Giles sighed. "Well, there was the time when we wanted to make sure that he had the chip; the truth spell. Oh . . . but that would require Spike being with you in the room. There's also a various amount of assorted other spells that you could use to get the information out of him . . . I would have to look them up, of course -"
"Right, right, I understand. It's just . . . could you call me when you've got any information? I'm getting kind of edgy around him, and I don't . . . know if I feel safe."
"I'll try to find it as quickly as possible. Now, if you don't mind Buffy, I'd like to get back to my rest. I've a full day ahead of me."
Buffy felt sorry, once again, for waking him up, but couldn't resist asking him something.
"Giles? Could you tell me, just for the record, what time it is over there?"
He sighed again. "Goodnight, Buffy."
"But -" she stopped as the phone clicked and an empty buzz filled her ears. Damn. Now she'd never know when she should call and when she shouldn't.
'Oh, well, he can't blame me the next time I wake him up.'
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Dawn sat on her bed, the phone dangling from her hand, limply.
'Did I hear that right? Spike's back?'
Part of her was furious at Buffy for not telling her that Spike had returned, while the other part was furious at Spike for what he had done to her sister.
'I have to talk to him . . . see him. He's going to pay for what he did.'
Dawn got off the bed and opened her door slowly. After checking the hall and making sure that her sister was nowhere in sight, she snuck into Buffy's bedroom. She bent over and checked under the bed, removing the chest of weapon's Buffy kept there. Opening it slowly, she found what she wanted and replaced the box.
Hiding the stake in her coat pocket, she opened the window of the bedroom, landing on the roof.
'It's time to pay Spike a visit.'
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To be continued . . . maybe.
Author's Note: This is the new chapter of 'Dead of Night'. I -said- that I would finish the stories, but apparently some people were too busy FLAMING me to get the wax out of their ears. If you don't like this chapter, tough, I'm sick of people flaming me. They can all rot in the hellmouth.
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Buffy entered the house, making her way to the living room with a sigh. She waited until Dawn went upstairs then picked up the phone, dialing Giles' number.
She rapped her fingernails on the kitchen counter, waiting for the staunch British man to pick up. On the fifth rang he finally did.
"Hello?"
His weary tone of voice indicated that he had been woken up, and Buffy felt a pang of guilt for it.
"Hi Giles, it's Buffy. Did I wake you? I can call back later if you -"
"No, no, that's fine. I'm fine. What did you need to talk about?"
She inhaled deeply before speaking.
"It's Spike."
She paused; she could practically hear Giles cleaning his glasses.
"What about him?" came the worried reply.
"Well . . . that's just the thing; I don't know."
"Pardon?"
"It's just . . . I have this feeling. I think that something is wrong, that he knows something he's not telling me. He's acting really . . . fishy and stuff. I was wondering if there's a spell that I could do that would let me know what Spike's not telling me. You know, some way I could get the information from him, without him actually having to, you know, speak to him directly. I was considering beating it out of him, but he seems pretty set in his convictions."
She paused, allowing time for all of the information to sink in. "Can you help me?"
Giles sighed. "Well, there was the time when we wanted to make sure that he had the chip; the truth spell. Oh . . . but that would require Spike being with you in the room. There's also a various amount of assorted other spells that you could use to get the information out of him . . . I would have to look them up, of course -"
"Right, right, I understand. It's just . . . could you call me when you've got any information? I'm getting kind of edgy around him, and I don't . . . know if I feel safe."
"I'll try to find it as quickly as possible. Now, if you don't mind Buffy, I'd like to get back to my rest. I've a full day ahead of me."
Buffy felt sorry, once again, for waking him up, but couldn't resist asking him something.
"Giles? Could you tell me, just for the record, what time it is over there?"
He sighed again. "Goodnight, Buffy."
"But -" she stopped as the phone clicked and an empty buzz filled her ears. Damn. Now she'd never know when she should call and when she shouldn't.
'Oh, well, he can't blame me the next time I wake him up.'
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Dawn sat on her bed, the phone dangling from her hand, limply.
'Did I hear that right? Spike's back?'
Part of her was furious at Buffy for not telling her that Spike had returned, while the other part was furious at Spike for what he had done to her sister.
'I have to talk to him . . . see him. He's going to pay for what he did.'
Dawn got off the bed and opened her door slowly. After checking the hall and making sure that her sister was nowhere in sight, she snuck into Buffy's bedroom. She bent over and checked under the bed, removing the chest of weapon's Buffy kept there. Opening it slowly, she found what she wanted and replaced the box.
Hiding the stake in her coat pocket, she opened the window of the bedroom, landing on the roof.
'It's time to pay Spike a visit.'
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To be continued . . . maybe.