Chapter 7:
Pulling his car up to the same place he dropped Buffy off yesterday, Spike rolled down his window and pushed the button on the intercom by the steel gate.
"Nelson residence, can I help you?" A squeaky heavy accented voice came through the small metal box.
"Yeah, I'm here to see Mr. Nelson. The name's Spike Whirlington." He waited for a response.
The tiny voice came back, and he could barely hear it this time. "Sorry sir, but your name is not on the list of appointments for today. You will have to call back later to make one." The intercom made a clicking sound, indicating it had been turned off.
He merely rolled his eyes at that and casually walked out of the car and to the box. He saw Buffy punching in the code yesterday when he drove her home and decided to try it now. 'was it 2265 or 6625?' Scratching his blonde head he tried to remember the numbers. He punched in the first combination... then the second... then he just started punching in random numbers becoming more and more frustrated and the buzzing sound everything he hit the enter button. Giving up after almost 30 tries he hit the metal box with all his strength.
"Bloody Hell!" He yelped in pain immediately clutching his hand to his chest.
He looked at the box with hatred and was about to have a second go at it when it gave aout a clicking sound.
"Oh, now you decide to click to me, huh?" He spoke to the box.
This time a man's voice came over. "Sir, if you don't leave, we will be forced to call the police."
"I AM THE BLOODY POLICE!!!" Spike yelled in frustration. There was silence on the other end for a moment, then he heard another click, this time coming from the gate.
Pulling up to the enormous brick mansion he couldn't help but whistle in appreciation. The house was splendid. A three story old building finished in red brick; it had probably around 100 rooms. The English ivy vines were creeping up the walls and around the windows. The parking lot had about 15 different cars, he noticed. From Rolls Royce to Bentley, everything was here. Beautifully cared for gardens with trees and hedges trimmed regularly, ponds, tiny waterfalls, stone paths that led off to the back of the mansion. He couldn't even bring himself to think what the backyard had to look like.
Stopping by the entrance he noticed a small Mexican woman standing in front of it, her nervousness clearly visible on her old and tired face.
"Oh, how nice. Mr. Nelson sent out a welcoming committee." Spike smirked getting out of the car. "I feel so loved."
The woman just smiled at him and moved aside gesturing for him to enter.
"Follow me please." The maid stepped aside to let Spike through the door, then closed it behind him. "Please wait in the library over there." She pointed across the hall to a big room.
"Thanks luv." He said while in the process of lighting a cigarette.
"No...please no!" She said in a low whisper. "You can't smoke that in here. Mr. Nelson doesn't like the smell of smoke."
Spike cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked and put the cigarette back in the pack. Then he turned to walk into the room.
He figured it would be a coupe of minutes before "the royal one" would show up so he decided to have himself a look around.
'No family photos...just him and some pictures of awards. Bloody strange.' He thought to himself.
He walked around the large room touching the books that lined the shelves, then heard a crunching sound as one of his boots stepped on the floor. Before bending down for a better look, he took the pack back out and withdrew a cigarette from it and lit it, laughing at the look that Angel would give him because of it.
He crouched down to pick up the glass. He could tell it was a drinking glass, it still had the smell of whiskey on it.
"Can I help you with something?" The voice behind him asked. Still in his squatting position Spike slowly turned to him.
"Yeah, I'm thinking you might be able to." He said looking at the man that spoke to him. "You must be the roy...I mean Angel. That right?" Spike asked him with a smirk on his face. "Nice digs you have here. Must have cost you a fortune. Where does a man get that kind of money...legally?"
Angel crossed his arms on his muscular chest.
"Mr Nelson to you." He flatly stated. "You must be", he chuckled, "Spike. And uh...you don't have an appointment, so you know where the door is."
He turned to leave the library, but Spike's next words stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Just wanted to ask you a few questions about your wife's father. How you knew him and what all."
Spike chuckled when he noticed Angel frown. 'Bloody bingo' he thought. 'Knew it the ponce has some dirty secrets'. He stood up from his crouching position and walked casually to Angel's desk.
"So, how 'bout it, mate? Gonna chat with me for a while?" He said running his fingers lightly over the edge of the wood.
Fury visibly evident on his handsome face, Angel stalked toward the blonde man until he was only inches away from him.
"First of all, I'm not your 'mate'. And just what are you doing here anyway? The case to my wife's father is closed." He snarled clenching his fists into a white balls.
Spike didn't answer him, he just glared at him. Shoving his hands in his pockets Angel started pacing around the room.
"What do you want to know? He was a business partner of mine. And my wife's father. We were very close, it killed me when he disappeared. Anything else?"
"When was the last time you saw him?" Spike pushed on.
The tall man glared at him for a moment, but seeing the resolved face he decided to just tell him what he wanted to know and hopefully get rid of him in time for dinner.
He walked to the mini bar at the opposite end of the library and poured himself a generous amount of whiskey. He turned to the detective who was watching him closely, his head tilted a bit to the side, a very annoying smirk visible on his pale face.
"Can I offer you some?" He gestured to the fully stacked bar, but Spike only shook his head in response still watching him with a growing interest.
"Fine, suit yourself." He mumbled and drowned the liquid in one gulp.
Spike arched his scarred brow a little at that. Angel poured himself another one then and sat in the chair next to the bar sighing loudly.
"Oh fine, for God's sake. I'll answer your goddamn questions. Just make it quick. I have a family dinner to attend to. What do you need to know?"
****
Spike left the library with the frown on his face. Angel played his role well, acting all upset and angry and sad when he described Hank's disappearance. However he didn't say anything that Spike didn't already know. Either the ponce was telling the truth or he was a damn good actor.
He ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair sighing loudly in frustration. 'I guess it's time for plan B' he murmured to himself as he started off towards the exit.
Somewhere in the background he heard a door opening then closing, followed by a set of footsteps coming down the stairs. He stopped and turned around only to find...
"Buffy?"
A small gasp escaped her lips as she spotted him. She quickly lowered her head down and turned around ready to bolt right back upstairs.
"Pet? Wait. Stop."
He took off after her already retreating form. He met her in the middle of the stairs and grabbing her by the elbow he spun her around to face him. She almost lost her balance but he steadied her, holding her by her shoulders.
"Mr. Whirlington. Please let me go. I... I must go." Buffy tried to wrench from his steel grip but he would have none of that.
"Buffy, love. What's going on, pet?"
He tried to look into her eyes but she still had her head averted from him, keeping it low and staring intently at the beige carpet covering the stairs. Tilting his head to the side he tried to see her face. "Come on, luv. Tell old Spike what's..." He frowned when he finaly got a glimpse of her and a sudden feeling of anger swept over him. His grip on her tightened and his jaw clenched.
"Pet. Look at me." He said to her trying to control his emotions. When she wouldn't oblige he shook her none too gently. "I said: LOOK. AT. ME. NOW." Spike punctuated each word through his teeth.
He heard a small sob escape her lips and when she finally lifted her head he had to close his eyes for a moment to collect himself and get his emotions in check.
Purpulish bruise marred her whole left cheek, the swelling steadily creeping onto her beutiful face.
"Buffy... what... what..."
"It's nothing, William, really. You shouldn't be bothered by it." She interrupted him quickly.
"Nothing? NOTHING??!! The bastard used you as a punching bag and you say it's NOTHING??!!" He yelled at her gripping her shoulders tightly.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Angel came out of the library hearing Spike yelling in the hallway. "I thought our little te-ta-te was over, Mr. Whirlington! What the hell are you still doing..."
Before he had a chance to say anything else Spike was on him, pinning him to the wall with a steel grip on his throat.
"If you EVER as much as lay a finger on her again I. WILL. KILL. YOU." He gritted through his teeth.
Somewhere in the distance he heard Buffy begging him not to hurt Angel. He shoved the brunette harder against the wall, then released him and stalked away.
'Gotta leave now. Gotta leave now. Gotta leave now before I kill the bastard' he repeated to himself as he grabbed the door handle and almost ripped it off as he walked out of the mansion and to his car.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. been working day and night on Spuffy Archives... but it's finally open!!! http://www.spuffyarchives.com/ see it for yourself! And if you have any stories that qualify for the site, feel free to submit them! Remember, site accepts ONLY S/B FANTASY FICS! (human Spuffy)... Chapter 8 coming soon!
Pulling his car up to the same place he dropped Buffy off yesterday, Spike rolled down his window and pushed the button on the intercom by the steel gate.
"Nelson residence, can I help you?" A squeaky heavy accented voice came through the small metal box.
"Yeah, I'm here to see Mr. Nelson. The name's Spike Whirlington." He waited for a response.
The tiny voice came back, and he could barely hear it this time. "Sorry sir, but your name is not on the list of appointments for today. You will have to call back later to make one." The intercom made a clicking sound, indicating it had been turned off.
He merely rolled his eyes at that and casually walked out of the car and to the box. He saw Buffy punching in the code yesterday when he drove her home and decided to try it now. 'was it 2265 or 6625?' Scratching his blonde head he tried to remember the numbers. He punched in the first combination... then the second... then he just started punching in random numbers becoming more and more frustrated and the buzzing sound everything he hit the enter button. Giving up after almost 30 tries he hit the metal box with all his strength.
"Bloody Hell!" He yelped in pain immediately clutching his hand to his chest.
He looked at the box with hatred and was about to have a second go at it when it gave aout a clicking sound.
"Oh, now you decide to click to me, huh?" He spoke to the box.
This time a man's voice came over. "Sir, if you don't leave, we will be forced to call the police."
"I AM THE BLOODY POLICE!!!" Spike yelled in frustration. There was silence on the other end for a moment, then he heard another click, this time coming from the gate.
Pulling up to the enormous brick mansion he couldn't help but whistle in appreciation. The house was splendid. A three story old building finished in red brick; it had probably around 100 rooms. The English ivy vines were creeping up the walls and around the windows. The parking lot had about 15 different cars, he noticed. From Rolls Royce to Bentley, everything was here. Beautifully cared for gardens with trees and hedges trimmed regularly, ponds, tiny waterfalls, stone paths that led off to the back of the mansion. He couldn't even bring himself to think what the backyard had to look like.
Stopping by the entrance he noticed a small Mexican woman standing in front of it, her nervousness clearly visible on her old and tired face.
"Oh, how nice. Mr. Nelson sent out a welcoming committee." Spike smirked getting out of the car. "I feel so loved."
The woman just smiled at him and moved aside gesturing for him to enter.
"Follow me please." The maid stepped aside to let Spike through the door, then closed it behind him. "Please wait in the library over there." She pointed across the hall to a big room.
"Thanks luv." He said while in the process of lighting a cigarette.
"No...please no!" She said in a low whisper. "You can't smoke that in here. Mr. Nelson doesn't like the smell of smoke."
Spike cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked and put the cigarette back in the pack. Then he turned to walk into the room.
He figured it would be a coupe of minutes before "the royal one" would show up so he decided to have himself a look around.
'No family photos...just him and some pictures of awards. Bloody strange.' He thought to himself.
He walked around the large room touching the books that lined the shelves, then heard a crunching sound as one of his boots stepped on the floor. Before bending down for a better look, he took the pack back out and withdrew a cigarette from it and lit it, laughing at the look that Angel would give him because of it.
He crouched down to pick up the glass. He could tell it was a drinking glass, it still had the smell of whiskey on it.
"Can I help you with something?" The voice behind him asked. Still in his squatting position Spike slowly turned to him.
"Yeah, I'm thinking you might be able to." He said looking at the man that spoke to him. "You must be the roy...I mean Angel. That right?" Spike asked him with a smirk on his face. "Nice digs you have here. Must have cost you a fortune. Where does a man get that kind of money...legally?"
Angel crossed his arms on his muscular chest.
"Mr Nelson to you." He flatly stated. "You must be", he chuckled, "Spike. And uh...you don't have an appointment, so you know where the door is."
He turned to leave the library, but Spike's next words stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Just wanted to ask you a few questions about your wife's father. How you knew him and what all."
Spike chuckled when he noticed Angel frown. 'Bloody bingo' he thought. 'Knew it the ponce has some dirty secrets'. He stood up from his crouching position and walked casually to Angel's desk.
"So, how 'bout it, mate? Gonna chat with me for a while?" He said running his fingers lightly over the edge of the wood.
Fury visibly evident on his handsome face, Angel stalked toward the blonde man until he was only inches away from him.
"First of all, I'm not your 'mate'. And just what are you doing here anyway? The case to my wife's father is closed." He snarled clenching his fists into a white balls.
Spike didn't answer him, he just glared at him. Shoving his hands in his pockets Angel started pacing around the room.
"What do you want to know? He was a business partner of mine. And my wife's father. We were very close, it killed me when he disappeared. Anything else?"
"When was the last time you saw him?" Spike pushed on.
The tall man glared at him for a moment, but seeing the resolved face he decided to just tell him what he wanted to know and hopefully get rid of him in time for dinner.
He walked to the mini bar at the opposite end of the library and poured himself a generous amount of whiskey. He turned to the detective who was watching him closely, his head tilted a bit to the side, a very annoying smirk visible on his pale face.
"Can I offer you some?" He gestured to the fully stacked bar, but Spike only shook his head in response still watching him with a growing interest.
"Fine, suit yourself." He mumbled and drowned the liquid in one gulp.
Spike arched his scarred brow a little at that. Angel poured himself another one then and sat in the chair next to the bar sighing loudly.
"Oh fine, for God's sake. I'll answer your goddamn questions. Just make it quick. I have a family dinner to attend to. What do you need to know?"
****
Spike left the library with the frown on his face. Angel played his role well, acting all upset and angry and sad when he described Hank's disappearance. However he didn't say anything that Spike didn't already know. Either the ponce was telling the truth or he was a damn good actor.
He ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair sighing loudly in frustration. 'I guess it's time for plan B' he murmured to himself as he started off towards the exit.
Somewhere in the background he heard a door opening then closing, followed by a set of footsteps coming down the stairs. He stopped and turned around only to find...
"Buffy?"
A small gasp escaped her lips as she spotted him. She quickly lowered her head down and turned around ready to bolt right back upstairs.
"Pet? Wait. Stop."
He took off after her already retreating form. He met her in the middle of the stairs and grabbing her by the elbow he spun her around to face him. She almost lost her balance but he steadied her, holding her by her shoulders.
"Mr. Whirlington. Please let me go. I... I must go." Buffy tried to wrench from his steel grip but he would have none of that.
"Buffy, love. What's going on, pet?"
He tried to look into her eyes but she still had her head averted from him, keeping it low and staring intently at the beige carpet covering the stairs. Tilting his head to the side he tried to see her face. "Come on, luv. Tell old Spike what's..." He frowned when he finaly got a glimpse of her and a sudden feeling of anger swept over him. His grip on her tightened and his jaw clenched.
"Pet. Look at me." He said to her trying to control his emotions. When she wouldn't oblige he shook her none too gently. "I said: LOOK. AT. ME. NOW." Spike punctuated each word through his teeth.
He heard a small sob escape her lips and when she finally lifted her head he had to close his eyes for a moment to collect himself and get his emotions in check.
Purpulish bruise marred her whole left cheek, the swelling steadily creeping onto her beutiful face.
"Buffy... what... what..."
"It's nothing, William, really. You shouldn't be bothered by it." She interrupted him quickly.
"Nothing? NOTHING??!! The bastard used you as a punching bag and you say it's NOTHING??!!" He yelled at her gripping her shoulders tightly.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Angel came out of the library hearing Spike yelling in the hallway. "I thought our little te-ta-te was over, Mr. Whirlington! What the hell are you still doing..."
Before he had a chance to say anything else Spike was on him, pinning him to the wall with a steel grip on his throat.
"If you EVER as much as lay a finger on her again I. WILL. KILL. YOU." He gritted through his teeth.
Somewhere in the distance he heard Buffy begging him not to hurt Angel. He shoved the brunette harder against the wall, then released him and stalked away.
'Gotta leave now. Gotta leave now. Gotta leave now before I kill the bastard' he repeated to himself as he grabbed the door handle and almost ripped it off as he walked out of the mansion and to his car.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. been working day and night on Spuffy Archives... but it's finally open!!! http://www.spuffyarchives.com/ see it for yourself! And if you have any stories that qualify for the site, feel free to submit them! Remember, site accepts ONLY S/B FANTASY FICS! (human Spuffy)... Chapter 8 coming soon!