Chapter 4:
Buffy walked into her house with a huge smile on her face and new hope in her heart. Maybe this time they will find her father. She cursed herself for being so stupid almost two years ago and trust the police to find him. They were lazy and they probably didn't give a rat's ass about her dad. She should've hired a detective in the first place. He at least took it more personally, because he was being paid for what he found, not by an hour like those doughnut-eating morons from the LAPD.
Today she was happy. There was hope, and she would cling to it for her dear life. Even if she had to spend her last penny, she would not give up until a hard evidence of her father's fate will be set before her eyes.
Mr. Whirlington's appearance and his rudeness were making her feel a bit uncomfortable and doubtful, but Mr. Giles has assured her that William was their best detective. Not only THEIR beast, but LA's best.
She was still smiling to herself when she noticed one of the maids standing in the corner, waiting for her.
"Good evening Mrs. Nelson," She said as she ran up to her. "Mr. Nelson wanted me to inform you that you are to meet him in the library when you return." She took her coat off and hung it in the hall closet.
Buffy arched her brow.
"Thank you Edith, tell him I will be there in a minute." She said as she walked away to her bedroom first, mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen.
**
Angel was sitting in the big sofa chair that sat in the far corner facing the door so he could see her come in. He still had on his dress slacks and his button up shirt was no longer buttoned. The whiskey bottle that sat beside him was almost empty, and so was his glass. He reached over to pour himself more when Buffy walked into the room.
"Hey honey, how has your day been? You wanted to see me?"
Angel slouched forward in his chair with his elbows on his thighs. "Where the hell have you been." He groaned at her in a low growling voice.
She walked over to him putting her hand on his back and started to rub him gently. "Baby, is something wrong? Did we have a bad day?" She asked him in her best little girl voice.
He jerked out of her hands and jumped up and threw the glass of whiskey across the room, startling Buffy causing her to back away from him. He slowly turned to her and asked again. "I asked you, where have you been?"
"Calm down honey, I was just out shopping, wasting time." She lied to him openly.
She didn't really want him to know where she has been this afternoon. She still remembered how painful it was for him the first couple of weeks after her father's sudden disappearance. He and daddy were closest friends for a long time. They worked together and it was through him, that she met Angel. After they got married, they became even closer. Mr. Summers' disappearance has left Angel an emotional wreck in the following weeks.
So she lied to him, trying to save him from going through the same, painful emotions again. She would find her father and bring him back home. Maybe then they will become a family again, just like it was before.
"Shopping huh," He walked closer to her. "Where are the bags?" He grabbed her arm and twisted it painfully. "You wanna tell me another one?"
"Angel, you're hurting me, let go!" She screamed. The maid heard her and ran to the open door, but he just glared at her letting her know that she was not welcome in there.
Buffy somehow managed to escape from his grasp and shoved him back causing him to loose his balance and fall into his work desk. He looked at her in disbelief and then the look of pure hatred clouded his face. Angel jumped off of his desk and ran to Buffy with such speed that she had no time to react. He reached out his arm to her and grabbed her throat, shoving her against the bookshelves, and held her there for what seemed like an eternity.
Buffy had to stand on her toes to keep from being choked by his large hand. She looked at him through hollow eyes, "go ahead...do it...it's not like you hurt me anyway." She said to her very drunk husband.
Angels' speech was slurred when he spoke to her. "What are you talking about, you little bitch?" Making his grip on her that much tighter.
Buffy was struggling to breath at this point and had to gasp for air.
"You think you're all high and mighty, that the big Angel does nothing wrong. Well think again...I know your secrets." He suddenly released his hold on her and dropped his arm to his side.
He put his face right in front of hers so she could feel his breath on her. "What are you talking about?" He hissed at her.
She slowly walked around him, backing up as she talked. "You think I don't know...about your little whores?!" She screamed to him and his eyes became narrow, but she continued. "The late night phone calls? The cheap perfume smells that are not mine? Do I need to continue?"
Angel stalked to her with such hatred in his eyes that Buffy thought she was going to die. That's when he did it. Angel pulled his arm back, and struck her with such force that she spun around and landed on the floor. Buffy raised her hand to her jaw to wipe the blood from her lip, and she turned to look at him.
He took a couple of steps back from her, not because he was surprised at what he had done. He wanted to give her room to get up. He slowly raised his arm and pointed to the door.
"Get the hell out of my site."
Buffy slowly stood and faced him for a few seconds, and she was going to say something to him but thought better of it, so she walked toward the door. But when she got to the door she changed her mind. She turned and looked at him with cold, cold eyes.
"I want a divorce." Was all she said before she turned to leave that horrible place.
****
The family dinner went pretty much without any accidents. Drusilla kept her mouth shut about the 'he's-not-ready-to-commit-yet' matter, as she never did. Maybe she figured out that Spike, or William, as he preferred to be called by her, was still a bit upset about her earlier outburst.
So she acted like a good hostess would.
She laughed at Giles' jokes, even though they were not funny to her at all. Maybe it was the english humor, William always told her, she didn't understand.
She mentally shuddered when Anya started telling everyone her horrible day- at-work stories. She really liked Anya, but she always wondered what made Giles fall for this tall blonde and awfully straight-forward girl. True, she and Giles were in the police force. Giles being the head and owner of his own Detective Agency and Anya... well, Anya was a very beautiful 27 year old woman who worked as a coroner for the LAPD.
And she was nice to Valerie. She knew that the girl didn't like her at all and thought that her older brother was simply wasting time with her, but she didn't say a word. She was the best hostess ever.
William noticed her sudden change in behavior. Gone was the whiny, talkative and bitchy girlfriend. In her place sat the sophisticated, smart and intelligent woman - someone who he fell in love with all those months ago. He almost forgot that this person still existed. Dru made it very easy for him to forget.
And now, she was sitting here back with him and his family. Joking, paying complements and being nice.
He was scared. Something was about to happen, he could feel it. Dru was planning another attack and he started to mentally prepare himself for it.
After everyone was gone he went back to the dining room and started gathering the wine glasses to be washed when he dropped one on the hardwood floor. It shattered startling him and Dru, who was passing by.
"William, are you ok?" She asked concerned walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.
"S'all right luv. I just dropped a wine glass." He walked past her, shrugging her hand off. He returned shortly with a broom and a dust pan and proceeded to clean up the mess he made.
Dru sat down on the couch and let out a big sigh.
"William." She started after a few moments.
Spike was sweeping the glass onto the dust pan when he heard the sigh...then his name. 'Oh god,' he thought, 'here it comes again.' So he just closed his eyes and let her continue.
"William. Did you hear me?" She said as she got up to move in front of him so she could see his face.
He stood up with the dust pan in his hands and looked at her.
"Dru, lets not go into this again. I'm tired of having this conversation with you practically everyday as soon as I walk through the door."
He walked past her again to dump the glass in the trash can. Before he reached the trash he turned around and added, "You know how I feel about it."
"No I don't William." She exclaimed a bit hurtfully. "That's all you ever tell me, the fact that you're not ready for marriage. Or is it just the fact that you don't want to marry me?"
He threw the dust pan along with the glass in the trash and spun around to meet her.
"Don't you think that's enough of a reason..." He stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked at her. She was hurt. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was the one who was causing the pain. Maybe he was hurting her all along with his excuses. He sighed loudly and run a hand through his hair.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I do care about you." Spike walked to her but she held out her hand to stop him. "I'm just not ready for marriage, that is a big step in a relationship, one that I'm not willing to take right now."
"Please don't say what I think you're going to say, William."
Dru was on a verge of tears again. Had he really hurt her that much? And all this time he thought he was the one who was constantly being hurt. He had to fix it as soon as possible. Not to cause her anymore pain.
He took in a deep needed breath. "I don't think we can do this to each other anymore. You deserve someone who will make you happy, and I'm not that person."
She started to cry and it made him walk to her and put his arms around her. But she didn't return the gesture.
"Sshh, don't cry pet. You know I hate to see you cry." He lovingly told her, stroking and kissing her long dark curls.
She looked up from his shoulder with pain in her eyes. "So I guess this is it then? Are you sure, because I can make you happy, I know I can."
"I think it will be for the best for us. You deserve someone who could give you what I can't. And as much as it will hurt me to see you in some else's arms, I will be happy for you, pet. Because I care about you. I always will, baby." He lifted her chin and kissed her tear stained cheek. "You will always be my princess."
And as Dru was sobbing quietly in his arms, he cursed himself for breaking yet another heart.
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Buffy walked into her house with a huge smile on her face and new hope in her heart. Maybe this time they will find her father. She cursed herself for being so stupid almost two years ago and trust the police to find him. They were lazy and they probably didn't give a rat's ass about her dad. She should've hired a detective in the first place. He at least took it more personally, because he was being paid for what he found, not by an hour like those doughnut-eating morons from the LAPD.
Today she was happy. There was hope, and she would cling to it for her dear life. Even if she had to spend her last penny, she would not give up until a hard evidence of her father's fate will be set before her eyes.
Mr. Whirlington's appearance and his rudeness were making her feel a bit uncomfortable and doubtful, but Mr. Giles has assured her that William was their best detective. Not only THEIR beast, but LA's best.
She was still smiling to herself when she noticed one of the maids standing in the corner, waiting for her.
"Good evening Mrs. Nelson," She said as she ran up to her. "Mr. Nelson wanted me to inform you that you are to meet him in the library when you return." She took her coat off and hung it in the hall closet.
Buffy arched her brow.
"Thank you Edith, tell him I will be there in a minute." She said as she walked away to her bedroom first, mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen.
**
Angel was sitting in the big sofa chair that sat in the far corner facing the door so he could see her come in. He still had on his dress slacks and his button up shirt was no longer buttoned. The whiskey bottle that sat beside him was almost empty, and so was his glass. He reached over to pour himself more when Buffy walked into the room.
"Hey honey, how has your day been? You wanted to see me?"
Angel slouched forward in his chair with his elbows on his thighs. "Where the hell have you been." He groaned at her in a low growling voice.
She walked over to him putting her hand on his back and started to rub him gently. "Baby, is something wrong? Did we have a bad day?" She asked him in her best little girl voice.
He jerked out of her hands and jumped up and threw the glass of whiskey across the room, startling Buffy causing her to back away from him. He slowly turned to her and asked again. "I asked you, where have you been?"
"Calm down honey, I was just out shopping, wasting time." She lied to him openly.
She didn't really want him to know where she has been this afternoon. She still remembered how painful it was for him the first couple of weeks after her father's sudden disappearance. He and daddy were closest friends for a long time. They worked together and it was through him, that she met Angel. After they got married, they became even closer. Mr. Summers' disappearance has left Angel an emotional wreck in the following weeks.
So she lied to him, trying to save him from going through the same, painful emotions again. She would find her father and bring him back home. Maybe then they will become a family again, just like it was before.
"Shopping huh," He walked closer to her. "Where are the bags?" He grabbed her arm and twisted it painfully. "You wanna tell me another one?"
"Angel, you're hurting me, let go!" She screamed. The maid heard her and ran to the open door, but he just glared at her letting her know that she was not welcome in there.
Buffy somehow managed to escape from his grasp and shoved him back causing him to loose his balance and fall into his work desk. He looked at her in disbelief and then the look of pure hatred clouded his face. Angel jumped off of his desk and ran to Buffy with such speed that she had no time to react. He reached out his arm to her and grabbed her throat, shoving her against the bookshelves, and held her there for what seemed like an eternity.
Buffy had to stand on her toes to keep from being choked by his large hand. She looked at him through hollow eyes, "go ahead...do it...it's not like you hurt me anyway." She said to her very drunk husband.
Angels' speech was slurred when he spoke to her. "What are you talking about, you little bitch?" Making his grip on her that much tighter.
Buffy was struggling to breath at this point and had to gasp for air.
"You think you're all high and mighty, that the big Angel does nothing wrong. Well think again...I know your secrets." He suddenly released his hold on her and dropped his arm to his side.
He put his face right in front of hers so she could feel his breath on her. "What are you talking about?" He hissed at her.
She slowly walked around him, backing up as she talked. "You think I don't know...about your little whores?!" She screamed to him and his eyes became narrow, but she continued. "The late night phone calls? The cheap perfume smells that are not mine? Do I need to continue?"
Angel stalked to her with such hatred in his eyes that Buffy thought she was going to die. That's when he did it. Angel pulled his arm back, and struck her with such force that she spun around and landed on the floor. Buffy raised her hand to her jaw to wipe the blood from her lip, and she turned to look at him.
He took a couple of steps back from her, not because he was surprised at what he had done. He wanted to give her room to get up. He slowly raised his arm and pointed to the door.
"Get the hell out of my site."
Buffy slowly stood and faced him for a few seconds, and she was going to say something to him but thought better of it, so she walked toward the door. But when she got to the door she changed her mind. She turned and looked at him with cold, cold eyes.
"I want a divorce." Was all she said before she turned to leave that horrible place.
****
The family dinner went pretty much without any accidents. Drusilla kept her mouth shut about the 'he's-not-ready-to-commit-yet' matter, as she never did. Maybe she figured out that Spike, or William, as he preferred to be called by her, was still a bit upset about her earlier outburst.
So she acted like a good hostess would.
She laughed at Giles' jokes, even though they were not funny to her at all. Maybe it was the english humor, William always told her, she didn't understand.
She mentally shuddered when Anya started telling everyone her horrible day- at-work stories. She really liked Anya, but she always wondered what made Giles fall for this tall blonde and awfully straight-forward girl. True, she and Giles were in the police force. Giles being the head and owner of his own Detective Agency and Anya... well, Anya was a very beautiful 27 year old woman who worked as a coroner for the LAPD.
And she was nice to Valerie. She knew that the girl didn't like her at all and thought that her older brother was simply wasting time with her, but she didn't say a word. She was the best hostess ever.
William noticed her sudden change in behavior. Gone was the whiny, talkative and bitchy girlfriend. In her place sat the sophisticated, smart and intelligent woman - someone who he fell in love with all those months ago. He almost forgot that this person still existed. Dru made it very easy for him to forget.
And now, she was sitting here back with him and his family. Joking, paying complements and being nice.
He was scared. Something was about to happen, he could feel it. Dru was planning another attack and he started to mentally prepare himself for it.
After everyone was gone he went back to the dining room and started gathering the wine glasses to be washed when he dropped one on the hardwood floor. It shattered startling him and Dru, who was passing by.
"William, are you ok?" She asked concerned walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.
"S'all right luv. I just dropped a wine glass." He walked past her, shrugging her hand off. He returned shortly with a broom and a dust pan and proceeded to clean up the mess he made.
Dru sat down on the couch and let out a big sigh.
"William." She started after a few moments.
Spike was sweeping the glass onto the dust pan when he heard the sigh...then his name. 'Oh god,' he thought, 'here it comes again.' So he just closed his eyes and let her continue.
"William. Did you hear me?" She said as she got up to move in front of him so she could see his face.
He stood up with the dust pan in his hands and looked at her.
"Dru, lets not go into this again. I'm tired of having this conversation with you practically everyday as soon as I walk through the door."
He walked past her again to dump the glass in the trash can. Before he reached the trash he turned around and added, "You know how I feel about it."
"No I don't William." She exclaimed a bit hurtfully. "That's all you ever tell me, the fact that you're not ready for marriage. Or is it just the fact that you don't want to marry me?"
He threw the dust pan along with the glass in the trash and spun around to meet her.
"Don't you think that's enough of a reason..." He stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked at her. She was hurt. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was the one who was causing the pain. Maybe he was hurting her all along with his excuses. He sighed loudly and run a hand through his hair.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I do care about you." Spike walked to her but she held out her hand to stop him. "I'm just not ready for marriage, that is a big step in a relationship, one that I'm not willing to take right now."
"Please don't say what I think you're going to say, William."
Dru was on a verge of tears again. Had he really hurt her that much? And all this time he thought he was the one who was constantly being hurt. He had to fix it as soon as possible. Not to cause her anymore pain.
He took in a deep needed breath. "I don't think we can do this to each other anymore. You deserve someone who will make you happy, and I'm not that person."
She started to cry and it made him walk to her and put his arms around her. But she didn't return the gesture.
"Sshh, don't cry pet. You know I hate to see you cry." He lovingly told her, stroking and kissing her long dark curls.
She looked up from his shoulder with pain in her eyes. "So I guess this is it then? Are you sure, because I can make you happy, I know I can."
"I think it will be for the best for us. You deserve someone who could give you what I can't. And as much as it will hurt me to see you in some else's arms, I will be happy for you, pet. Because I care about you. I always will, baby." He lifted her chin and kissed her tear stained cheek. "You will always be my princess."
And as Dru was sobbing quietly in his arms, he cursed himself for breaking yet another heart.
tbc...
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