Chapter Four
"This is..." KICK. Damn, miss. "...really..." PUNCH. Fuck, where is your god-damn crotch? "...pissing me..." KICK. Ha! Got ya! "...off!"
Buffy smiled and turned to face Spike, who was watching his demon disintegrate.
"What's that? Four tonight?" She asked.
"Nope, six. Not including the first one and the three last night." He held out his hand for her to see the brand, bright as ever. "So I guess there's just two more left then."
"Yep." Buffy turned and began to head out, internally frowning at why that thought made her sad.
Spike watched her, his own thoughts depressing as he realised the sooner they found the next two, the sooner he had to miss waking up with her still securly in his arms as apose to dashing off for Dawn.
"At least you serve as a kind of homeing device. Usually makes it harder for us to find them - if they know where we are." Buffy commented.
THey walked in silence for several minutes before Spike broke it, feeling a need to remove the odd tension between them, "How's the nibblet?"
"Huh? Oh, Dawnie, she's good. You know sometimes I think she'd rather stay with Willow and Tara."
"No, she's just excited. Whole kid thing of being away from home."
"Yeah..." Buffy swerved to avoid the silver axe that was flung her way.
"Oh fuck this!" Spike muttered and scooped the axe off the ground, violently hacking away at the demon. Twenty seconds later the demon disintegrated into the ground.
"One down, one to go."
***
The phone was ringing as Spike and Buffy walked in the Summer's front door. Buffy quickly hung up her coat and rushed to the phone.
"Hello?"
***
Spike looked up as Buffy came back into the sitting room not two full minutes later. Upon seeing her distress he immediatly spoke, worry instilled into his tone, "What happened?"
She didn't speak for a moment, "That was Angel."
Spike felt like the bottom had just dropped from his world. His heart felt heavy and a painfull lump formed in his throat.
Odd reactions, he absently noted, for someone who's dead.
"And?"
"He..he whats to meet up."
Spike stood, glad she wasn't looking at him so she couldn't see the jealousy writen clearly across his features. "Right...when?"
"Tonight, he said a motel midway between Sunnydale and LA." She picked up her coat. "I have to go..."
He watched, stunned, as she left with no more words. Moments later a taxi pulled up infront of the house and she got in.
With a deep, feral growl Spike grabbed his coat, and was up the stairs within seconds. He slammed open the door to the spare room and growled again at their mixed scents that permeated the air. Hastily retrieving the extra clothing he'd brought the night before.
Two hours to sunrise the vampire bashed into the crypt, slamming the door shut behind him, toting a case of Jack Daniels he'd swiped from Willie's.
He growled as her scent hit him again as he sat down and quickly opened a bottle, draining half of it within seconds. He switched the t.v on and watched with disinterest the flashing screen.
"This is..." KICK. Damn, miss. "...really..." PUNCH. Fuck, where is your god-damn crotch? "...pissing me..." KICK. Ha! Got ya! "...off!"
Buffy smiled and turned to face Spike, who was watching his demon disintegrate.
"What's that? Four tonight?" She asked.
"Nope, six. Not including the first one and the three last night." He held out his hand for her to see the brand, bright as ever. "So I guess there's just two more left then."
"Yep." Buffy turned and began to head out, internally frowning at why that thought made her sad.
Spike watched her, his own thoughts depressing as he realised the sooner they found the next two, the sooner he had to miss waking up with her still securly in his arms as apose to dashing off for Dawn.
"At least you serve as a kind of homeing device. Usually makes it harder for us to find them - if they know where we are." Buffy commented.
THey walked in silence for several minutes before Spike broke it, feeling a need to remove the odd tension between them, "How's the nibblet?"
"Huh? Oh, Dawnie, she's good. You know sometimes I think she'd rather stay with Willow and Tara."
"No, she's just excited. Whole kid thing of being away from home."
"Yeah..." Buffy swerved to avoid the silver axe that was flung her way.
"Oh fuck this!" Spike muttered and scooped the axe off the ground, violently hacking away at the demon. Twenty seconds later the demon disintegrated into the ground.
"One down, one to go."
***
The phone was ringing as Spike and Buffy walked in the Summer's front door. Buffy quickly hung up her coat and rushed to the phone.
"Hello?"
***
Spike looked up as Buffy came back into the sitting room not two full minutes later. Upon seeing her distress he immediatly spoke, worry instilled into his tone, "What happened?"
She didn't speak for a moment, "That was Angel."
Spike felt like the bottom had just dropped from his world. His heart felt heavy and a painfull lump formed in his throat.
Odd reactions, he absently noted, for someone who's dead.
"And?"
"He..he whats to meet up."
Spike stood, glad she wasn't looking at him so she couldn't see the jealousy writen clearly across his features. "Right...when?"
"Tonight, he said a motel midway between Sunnydale and LA." She picked up her coat. "I have to go..."
He watched, stunned, as she left with no more words. Moments later a taxi pulled up infront of the house and she got in.
With a deep, feral growl Spike grabbed his coat, and was up the stairs within seconds. He slammed open the door to the spare room and growled again at their mixed scents that permeated the air. Hastily retrieving the extra clothing he'd brought the night before.
Two hours to sunrise the vampire bashed into the crypt, slamming the door shut behind him, toting a case of Jack Daniels he'd swiped from Willie's.
He growled as her scent hit him again as he sat down and quickly opened a bottle, draining half of it within seconds. He switched the t.v on and watched with disinterest the flashing screen.