Spike made is way to the mansion smugly. Oh was Angelus going to blow this
time. Spike, his progeny once removed, had gotten what Angelus had
blatantly claimed as his own. Spike could still feel Buffy beneath him. He
groaned. Who knew a girl so close to being virginal could do the stuff she
did. Did she even realize what she did to him? He doubted it.
He shook his head. It wasn't like he liked her or anything. What cold- blooded vampire wouldn't be attracted? Spike wondered if any other vampire in the world had done what he had just done. Buffy was something else. But then, she had never been like the others had she? That was obvious just from the fact she was still alive after repeated encounters with him. And he had finished off two Slayers in his time.
He came to the mansion quicker than he thought. He took a breath before stepping inside. Show time, he said to himself and stepped in. He made extra noise, a rather loudly slammed door, deliberately stepping on the creaking step harder than normal, and clearing his throat a bit. He wondered if Angelus was even home. It was dam well close to dawn, he had better be. Of course the prospect of a flaming ball of Angelus was fairly pleasant.
Spike was right. Angelus came sauntering into the foyer with the same smug look he'd been carrying since the day he sauntered back into his and Dru's lives. "Spike my boy," Angelus crooned in fake fatherly interest. "How was your night? Have fun roaming the streets alone?" Spike knew that Angelus had not accidentally stressed the word 'alone'.
Spike smirked. "Not quite." Before Angelus could reply Drusilla floated into the room. She immediately attached herself to Angelus' arm. Angelus made a point of groping her boisterously. Spike fought back his anger. "Miss Edith and I had a tea party. She told me very naughty tales," Drusilla said. Spike missed her insane babble. He missed being her watcher and protector. God dammit! She was his!
"Really?" Angelus said, still petting her. Drusilla nodded. "Spike's been a bad boy." Drusilla said, breaking away from Angelus and spinning in a circle. Angelus watched her then turned to Spike. "What have you been up to?" Angelus asked as he stalked closer to Spike. Unlike he usually did, Spike stayed put. "Have you found someone new?" Angelus taunted him. "Now that Drusilla is obviously." Angelus looked back at Drusilla, who was talking to some fanciful being she had conjured up. "Disinterested?" Angelus finished. Angelus was almost upon Spike now, less than two feet away.
Spike chuckled. "You could say that." Angelus gave him a curious look. It wasn't like Spike to be so calm. He was usually angry or couldn't wait to get up to his room and lock himself in. Angelus stepped closer. "What? You don't want to tell me who the.lucky.girl is? Afraid she might." Angelus stopped mid-sentence.
Spike inwardly laughed. That's right Angelus, you smell her don't you? Angelus let out a terrible roar and with lightening speed Spike was flying across the room from a severe punch in the stomach. As he hit the opposite wall it cracked and plaster crumbled to the floor. Spike sat doubled up, struggling to catch his breath and laugh at the same time.
"Got you didn't I, granddad, didn't I?" Angelus was now stalking over to Spike. Spike stood up with labor. "What? You thought you had some sort of claim on her?" Angelus hit Spike brutally in the face. Spike managed to laugh as he spit out blood. "Looks like the Slayer's found something in me that was absent in you," Spike said, deliberately trying to piss Angelus off. It was obviously working.
Angelus punched Spike again then followed it with a knee to the ribs. Spike wasn't laughing anymore. "Accept it Angelus. Buffy came to me. She wanted me. And oh god was she the sweetest piece of." Spike was cut off by another savage kick. It looked as if Angelus might finish Spike off right there, but he stopped mid punch and stumbled backwards.
"You lie," he spit out. Spike chuckled. "If that helps but you sleep in the morning." Angelus shook his head, all the while backing up. "I don't how you did it, but you're a fucking liar." Spike smirked. Angelus managed a small laugh. "You fucking lie." Spike just shrugged and wiped blood from his face. Angelus hated Spike's confident smirk more than anything right now. Angelus slowly walked over to Drusilla, who had wedged herself into a corner and was whimpering.
"He's a bad boy. Miss Edith told me, yes she did. Spike's been playing with the Slayer. Bad Spike.bad." Angelus whispered soothing words as he picked her up. He looked at Spike. "Don't worry, he's lying baby, everything's going to be fine." All Spike could do was laugh. He had given Angelus one big scare, and now all Angelus could do was see if it was true. His own curiosity would be the end of him.
And soon, soon Drusilla would be retiring to Spike's bed instead of Angelus'. Soon it would be his arm the was wrapped around her body. Soon.soon.
He shook his head. It wasn't like he liked her or anything. What cold- blooded vampire wouldn't be attracted? Spike wondered if any other vampire in the world had done what he had just done. Buffy was something else. But then, she had never been like the others had she? That was obvious just from the fact she was still alive after repeated encounters with him. And he had finished off two Slayers in his time.
He came to the mansion quicker than he thought. He took a breath before stepping inside. Show time, he said to himself and stepped in. He made extra noise, a rather loudly slammed door, deliberately stepping on the creaking step harder than normal, and clearing his throat a bit. He wondered if Angelus was even home. It was dam well close to dawn, he had better be. Of course the prospect of a flaming ball of Angelus was fairly pleasant.
Spike was right. Angelus came sauntering into the foyer with the same smug look he'd been carrying since the day he sauntered back into his and Dru's lives. "Spike my boy," Angelus crooned in fake fatherly interest. "How was your night? Have fun roaming the streets alone?" Spike knew that Angelus had not accidentally stressed the word 'alone'.
Spike smirked. "Not quite." Before Angelus could reply Drusilla floated into the room. She immediately attached herself to Angelus' arm. Angelus made a point of groping her boisterously. Spike fought back his anger. "Miss Edith and I had a tea party. She told me very naughty tales," Drusilla said. Spike missed her insane babble. He missed being her watcher and protector. God dammit! She was his!
"Really?" Angelus said, still petting her. Drusilla nodded. "Spike's been a bad boy." Drusilla said, breaking away from Angelus and spinning in a circle. Angelus watched her then turned to Spike. "What have you been up to?" Angelus asked as he stalked closer to Spike. Unlike he usually did, Spike stayed put. "Have you found someone new?" Angelus taunted him. "Now that Drusilla is obviously." Angelus looked back at Drusilla, who was talking to some fanciful being she had conjured up. "Disinterested?" Angelus finished. Angelus was almost upon Spike now, less than two feet away.
Spike chuckled. "You could say that." Angelus gave him a curious look. It wasn't like Spike to be so calm. He was usually angry or couldn't wait to get up to his room and lock himself in. Angelus stepped closer. "What? You don't want to tell me who the.lucky.girl is? Afraid she might." Angelus stopped mid-sentence.
Spike inwardly laughed. That's right Angelus, you smell her don't you? Angelus let out a terrible roar and with lightening speed Spike was flying across the room from a severe punch in the stomach. As he hit the opposite wall it cracked and plaster crumbled to the floor. Spike sat doubled up, struggling to catch his breath and laugh at the same time.
"Got you didn't I, granddad, didn't I?" Angelus was now stalking over to Spike. Spike stood up with labor. "What? You thought you had some sort of claim on her?" Angelus hit Spike brutally in the face. Spike managed to laugh as he spit out blood. "Looks like the Slayer's found something in me that was absent in you," Spike said, deliberately trying to piss Angelus off. It was obviously working.
Angelus punched Spike again then followed it with a knee to the ribs. Spike wasn't laughing anymore. "Accept it Angelus. Buffy came to me. She wanted me. And oh god was she the sweetest piece of." Spike was cut off by another savage kick. It looked as if Angelus might finish Spike off right there, but he stopped mid punch and stumbled backwards.
"You lie," he spit out. Spike chuckled. "If that helps but you sleep in the morning." Angelus shook his head, all the while backing up. "I don't how you did it, but you're a fucking liar." Spike smirked. Angelus managed a small laugh. "You fucking lie." Spike just shrugged and wiped blood from his face. Angelus hated Spike's confident smirk more than anything right now. Angelus slowly walked over to Drusilla, who had wedged herself into a corner and was whimpering.
"He's a bad boy. Miss Edith told me, yes she did. Spike's been playing with the Slayer. Bad Spike.bad." Angelus whispered soothing words as he picked her up. He looked at Spike. "Don't worry, he's lying baby, everything's going to be fine." All Spike could do was laugh. He had given Angelus one big scare, and now all Angelus could do was see if it was true. His own curiosity would be the end of him.
And soon, soon Drusilla would be retiring to Spike's bed instead of Angelus'. Soon it would be his arm the was wrapped around her body. Soon.soon.