Prankster The Second (G)
Part two to Prankster. There was no parameters on this story. It just seemed to me that the first story needed more to it. ( Enjoy!
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*~*EASY*~*
It was too easy. Easy to slip in and easy to slip out. A devious smile thrown over the shoulder, wishing to be a fly on the wall.
*~*MORNING PERSON*~*
Angel stumbled out of bed. His usual gracefulness failing him as he blinked open his eyes. Angel yawned and stretched, already starting toward the shower. He reflexively looked at himself in the mirror, seeing nothing, of course, and then turned the shower on.
Angel let the black boxers slide down and hit the floor before he stepped under the warm spray of water. He nearly groaned as the water hit his broad chest, the warmth feeling so good to him. After a moment of standing there he grabbed his shampoo and started to wash his hair.
*~*REFLECTION*~*
Angel smiled as he entered the lobby and went for the coffee.
"Good morning." He smiled to Cordelia who was bent over the laptop.
"Good morn." she stopped. He looked at her and she was staring at him in open-mouthed astonishment.
"What?" He frowned.
"Oh good, you're up." Wesley said as he walked in, his face buried in a stack of papers. He looked up and opened his mouth to say something and then dropped his papers. He just held his stare.
"What?!" Angel was looking from one to the other in confusion.
"Angel, your hair!" Wesley exclaimed.
Now Angel really was panicked.
"My hair? What's wrong with my hair?" He looked from one to the other.
"Angel. Did you dye your hair?" Cordelia asked tentatively. She knew what it was like when people tried something new and got laughed at, so she was really trying not to.
"Of course not, why the hell would I." Then he stopped. Angel reached up and pulled a hair out of his head and looked at it. Blonde. Platinum blond. Spike. He was going to kill him.
Angel growled.
"Ever see a vampire turned inside out?"
Cordelia and Wesley exchanged looks.
*~*PAYBACKS*~*
"Couldn't let it go, could you Spike? Had to egg it on, didn't you Spike? Got a little too cocky and now you are going to pay." Angel mumbled to himself as he went about his task.
He had wanted to go out and just stake Spike then and there, but after the drive to Sunnydale, most of the fight had gone out of him. But he was definitely going to get him back. Sneaking around Sunnydale made him wish he had had a cool enough head to ask Cordelia to dye his hair back the right color. Now he was just going to have to make due with not being seen. He didn't think it would be too hard; he had been to Sunnydale plenty of times, unseen.
He smiled as he finished and admired his handy work. He hoped it would have the desired effect.
*~*RUN IN*~*
Buffy was stunned. Her first reaction was shock, but her second was laughter. Not just because of his hair color, but also because of the 'deer-in-the-headlights' look he gave Buffy when he came out of Spike's crypt just as she rounded the corner.
His scowl was enough to make her break out into another fit of laughter. His dark look not matching his blonde hair.
"Oh Angel, I'm sorry, it's just too funny!"
"I don't think its very funny at all." He grumbled begrudgingly. "I should have had Cordelia dye it."
A giggle escaped from Buffy and Angel narrowed his eyes again.
"So I noticed Spike's a little more beaten up than usual. Your handiwork?" That made Buffy's smile disappear.
"No. Just a local nuisance I'm taking care of." For her own reasons she didn't want to bring Glory up. Last thing she needed was Angel to stick around. Especially with that hair. There would be two of them. That made her smile again.
"I should have done this a long time ago."
"What?" She looked confused.
"Have my hair dyed. I don't think I've seen you smile this much in a long time."
Her smile became less teasing and more heartfelt as she lowered her head a bit.
"I should go. I'll see you around, Buffy." And with that he was gone.
*~*OBLIVIOUS*~*
Giles put a few more things on the shelf, and was finally done with the restocking. He looked around to make sure nothing was amiss. Buffy, Xander, and Willow were laughing hysterically about Angel as a blonde. Buffy couldn't wait to recount that story. He smiled. It was good to see the three of them laughing together.
Anya and Tara were looking in some book about demons and Anya was educating Tara on how they really behaved. Dawn was doing homework, or trying to. She was being distracted at the sight of a smiling sister.
Giles' smile faded when he caught sight of a shadow in the window. He walked over to the front door, and quickly pulled it open and shook his head. Spike froze, caught.
"What, if I may ask, are you doing here? Didn't we make it very clear that you were to stay away?"
Spike looked at Giles and regained his cool look.
"Look, watcher, I don't let no one tell me where I can and can't go. I'm my own man. Do as I please." He puffed out his chest.
Giles pulled his glasses off. He was about to respond to the Spike in a way that would leave no doubt that he could be as ruthless as Glory when he wanted to be, when he felt Buffy's hand on his arm.
"It's alright Giles." She looked at Spike. Her look wasn't as harsh as usual. "What do you want Spike?"
"Hi." He looked at Giles and then back to Buffy. "I just came to see how Little Bit was doing. I didn't want to bother no one, so I wasn't going to come in. Then your watch dog nearly bit me." He smiled a little to a glaring Giles. "You should really keep him on a leash and put up a Beware of Watcher sign." His grin made Giles tense all over and Buffy kept her hand on his arm to keep him from charging Spike.
"Look, you can come in for a moment to see her, but then you should go, ok?" Spike looked instantly contrite and nodded.
Buffy looked at Giles who sighed and replaced his glasses before turning and going back inside. Spike followed them in.
Buffy stood to the side and let Spike pass her as he made his presence known to the room.
"Well, if it isn't the Vampire Raccoon." Xander snickered at his black eyes. Buffy laughed out loud. Xander smiled more, Buffy never laughed at his jokes like that.
Spike glared at Xander and then looked down at Dawn, on the floor with her books. "Hey there Little Bit. How you doing?"
Buffy was still laughing behind him and Spike was struggling to keep himself calm.
Dawn looked around him to Buffy with an odd look on her face. That did it.
Spike whirled. "It wasn't that bloody funny, Slayer." Suddenly Spike heard Dawn giggling behind him. He turned on her. "What? What is so bleeding funny?"
Anya walked over and turned Spike around.
"Hey!" Spike exclaimed, but didn't fight.
"Your duster has been altered. Why did you do that?"
"WHAT?!" He quickly took his duster off and turned it around to look at the back.
Spike hadn't even looked at his duster before. He was so glad to be going out of his crypt; he had hurriedly dressed. But now he saw it. It was rhinestones, small ones, attached to his duster, making words. Spelling out: "I learned how to be bad from Angel."
Spike stared at it in disbelief and heard Anya repeat the words to the rest of the group, who burst out laughing. Even Giles was snickering a bit.
Spike growled. His duster. He was going to kill the bloody bastard. Spike looked around to everyone and his look only fueled the laughter. He stormed out of the Magic Box, not putting the duster back on, hearing an apology from Buffy as he went. He didn't care; he was pissed. He stomped back to his crypt, ready to kill.
*~*TOO EASY*~*
Cordelia laughed. "I cannot believe he did that!"
"I know, Spike was so mad. I don't think I've ever seen him as mad. And really, he had taken the brunt of this joke. I mean he didn't even do anything!" Willow laughed with Cordelia.
"Oh Will, you should have seen my face when Angel came in with his blonde hair! You should have seen his face when he left here! Spike is lucky he only got rhinestones!" She laughed more. "How did you do it?"
Willow smiled. She loved when her spells went right, and she loved even more when people asked her how she did something.
"Well, I just cast a color spell on Angel's shampoo. That way he wouldn't suspect anything. I knew because he didn't have a reflection that he'd never see it. I knew he would think Spike when he saw blonde." They laughed again. "Men are too easy!" Willow laughed again. This little prank war between the two vampires really was a load of fun. Especially when she was instigating a lot of it, and not getting any pay back.
They were laughing so hard they didn't hear the click on the phone. Angel stared at the phone for a moment in quiet disbelief. Willow. It was Willow who had made him strip. It was Willow who dyed his hair. Maybe it was time the tables were turned.
Part two to Prankster. There was no parameters on this story. It just seemed to me that the first story needed more to it. ( Enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
*~*EASY*~*
It was too easy. Easy to slip in and easy to slip out. A devious smile thrown over the shoulder, wishing to be a fly on the wall.
*~*MORNING PERSON*~*
Angel stumbled out of bed. His usual gracefulness failing him as he blinked open his eyes. Angel yawned and stretched, already starting toward the shower. He reflexively looked at himself in the mirror, seeing nothing, of course, and then turned the shower on.
Angel let the black boxers slide down and hit the floor before he stepped under the warm spray of water. He nearly groaned as the water hit his broad chest, the warmth feeling so good to him. After a moment of standing there he grabbed his shampoo and started to wash his hair.
*~*REFLECTION*~*
Angel smiled as he entered the lobby and went for the coffee.
"Good morning." He smiled to Cordelia who was bent over the laptop.
"Good morn." she stopped. He looked at her and she was staring at him in open-mouthed astonishment.
"What?" He frowned.
"Oh good, you're up." Wesley said as he walked in, his face buried in a stack of papers. He looked up and opened his mouth to say something and then dropped his papers. He just held his stare.
"What?!" Angel was looking from one to the other in confusion.
"Angel, your hair!" Wesley exclaimed.
Now Angel really was panicked.
"My hair? What's wrong with my hair?" He looked from one to the other.
"Angel. Did you dye your hair?" Cordelia asked tentatively. She knew what it was like when people tried something new and got laughed at, so she was really trying not to.
"Of course not, why the hell would I." Then he stopped. Angel reached up and pulled a hair out of his head and looked at it. Blonde. Platinum blond. Spike. He was going to kill him.
Angel growled.
"Ever see a vampire turned inside out?"
Cordelia and Wesley exchanged looks.
*~*PAYBACKS*~*
"Couldn't let it go, could you Spike? Had to egg it on, didn't you Spike? Got a little too cocky and now you are going to pay." Angel mumbled to himself as he went about his task.
He had wanted to go out and just stake Spike then and there, but after the drive to Sunnydale, most of the fight had gone out of him. But he was definitely going to get him back. Sneaking around Sunnydale made him wish he had had a cool enough head to ask Cordelia to dye his hair back the right color. Now he was just going to have to make due with not being seen. He didn't think it would be too hard; he had been to Sunnydale plenty of times, unseen.
He smiled as he finished and admired his handy work. He hoped it would have the desired effect.
*~*RUN IN*~*
Buffy was stunned. Her first reaction was shock, but her second was laughter. Not just because of his hair color, but also because of the 'deer-in-the-headlights' look he gave Buffy when he came out of Spike's crypt just as she rounded the corner.
His scowl was enough to make her break out into another fit of laughter. His dark look not matching his blonde hair.
"Oh Angel, I'm sorry, it's just too funny!"
"I don't think its very funny at all." He grumbled begrudgingly. "I should have had Cordelia dye it."
A giggle escaped from Buffy and Angel narrowed his eyes again.
"So I noticed Spike's a little more beaten up than usual. Your handiwork?" That made Buffy's smile disappear.
"No. Just a local nuisance I'm taking care of." For her own reasons she didn't want to bring Glory up. Last thing she needed was Angel to stick around. Especially with that hair. There would be two of them. That made her smile again.
"I should have done this a long time ago."
"What?" She looked confused.
"Have my hair dyed. I don't think I've seen you smile this much in a long time."
Her smile became less teasing and more heartfelt as she lowered her head a bit.
"I should go. I'll see you around, Buffy." And with that he was gone.
*~*OBLIVIOUS*~*
Giles put a few more things on the shelf, and was finally done with the restocking. He looked around to make sure nothing was amiss. Buffy, Xander, and Willow were laughing hysterically about Angel as a blonde. Buffy couldn't wait to recount that story. He smiled. It was good to see the three of them laughing together.
Anya and Tara were looking in some book about demons and Anya was educating Tara on how they really behaved. Dawn was doing homework, or trying to. She was being distracted at the sight of a smiling sister.
Giles' smile faded when he caught sight of a shadow in the window. He walked over to the front door, and quickly pulled it open and shook his head. Spike froze, caught.
"What, if I may ask, are you doing here? Didn't we make it very clear that you were to stay away?"
Spike looked at Giles and regained his cool look.
"Look, watcher, I don't let no one tell me where I can and can't go. I'm my own man. Do as I please." He puffed out his chest.
Giles pulled his glasses off. He was about to respond to the Spike in a way that would leave no doubt that he could be as ruthless as Glory when he wanted to be, when he felt Buffy's hand on his arm.
"It's alright Giles." She looked at Spike. Her look wasn't as harsh as usual. "What do you want Spike?"
"Hi." He looked at Giles and then back to Buffy. "I just came to see how Little Bit was doing. I didn't want to bother no one, so I wasn't going to come in. Then your watch dog nearly bit me." He smiled a little to a glaring Giles. "You should really keep him on a leash and put up a Beware of Watcher sign." His grin made Giles tense all over and Buffy kept her hand on his arm to keep him from charging Spike.
"Look, you can come in for a moment to see her, but then you should go, ok?" Spike looked instantly contrite and nodded.
Buffy looked at Giles who sighed and replaced his glasses before turning and going back inside. Spike followed them in.
Buffy stood to the side and let Spike pass her as he made his presence known to the room.
"Well, if it isn't the Vampire Raccoon." Xander snickered at his black eyes. Buffy laughed out loud. Xander smiled more, Buffy never laughed at his jokes like that.
Spike glared at Xander and then looked down at Dawn, on the floor with her books. "Hey there Little Bit. How you doing?"
Buffy was still laughing behind him and Spike was struggling to keep himself calm.
Dawn looked around him to Buffy with an odd look on her face. That did it.
Spike whirled. "It wasn't that bloody funny, Slayer." Suddenly Spike heard Dawn giggling behind him. He turned on her. "What? What is so bleeding funny?"
Anya walked over and turned Spike around.
"Hey!" Spike exclaimed, but didn't fight.
"Your duster has been altered. Why did you do that?"
"WHAT?!" He quickly took his duster off and turned it around to look at the back.
Spike hadn't even looked at his duster before. He was so glad to be going out of his crypt; he had hurriedly dressed. But now he saw it. It was rhinestones, small ones, attached to his duster, making words. Spelling out: "I learned how to be bad from Angel."
Spike stared at it in disbelief and heard Anya repeat the words to the rest of the group, who burst out laughing. Even Giles was snickering a bit.
Spike growled. His duster. He was going to kill the bloody bastard. Spike looked around to everyone and his look only fueled the laughter. He stormed out of the Magic Box, not putting the duster back on, hearing an apology from Buffy as he went. He didn't care; he was pissed. He stomped back to his crypt, ready to kill.
*~*TOO EASY*~*
Cordelia laughed. "I cannot believe he did that!"
"I know, Spike was so mad. I don't think I've ever seen him as mad. And really, he had taken the brunt of this joke. I mean he didn't even do anything!" Willow laughed with Cordelia.
"Oh Will, you should have seen my face when Angel came in with his blonde hair! You should have seen his face when he left here! Spike is lucky he only got rhinestones!" She laughed more. "How did you do it?"
Willow smiled. She loved when her spells went right, and she loved even more when people asked her how she did something.
"Well, I just cast a color spell on Angel's shampoo. That way he wouldn't suspect anything. I knew because he didn't have a reflection that he'd never see it. I knew he would think Spike when he saw blonde." They laughed again. "Men are too easy!" Willow laughed again. This little prank war between the two vampires really was a load of fun. Especially when she was instigating a lot of it, and not getting any pay back.
They were laughing so hard they didn't hear the click on the phone. Angel stared at the phone for a moment in quiet disbelief. Willow. It was Willow who had made him strip. It was Willow who dyed his hair. Maybe it was time the tables were turned.