Chapter 7
Chicago, Illinios
"You got my money Les?" Spike had made himself at home on Les's sofa and was enjoying some bourbon that he supposed was from Les's private collection. Jenna was upstairs sleeping off their last encounter and he had taken it upon himself to sample what else the man had to offer.
"Where's Jenna?" Les opened with, terrified that Spike had done something to his only daughter.
"She's upstairs, I saved her, she was enjoying a nice rendezvous with some guy in the park before he got a bit thirsty and lets just say that you owe me Les."
"Jenna was bitten buy a vampire?" Les asked almost relieved that that was the only reason Spike was there.
"Now Les, don't get tricky with me, I'm here for my money and that's it, all two hundred thousand of it." Spike helped himself to another bourbon and saw Les wince, he guessed it was an expensive bottle and poured some more. "- Mind if I smoke?"
"Well actually." started Les before he realised no matter how he answered Spike was going to smoke anyway, he lifted up the suitcase he'd been carrying and showed it to Spike. "Look I've got your money."
Spike flicked through the money counting it in his head, noticing Les's expression he felt the need to explain his actions, "Its just that I don't trust you Les, no hard feelings mate."
"Okay well I'll be seeing you then," Les held out his hand to shake, it was out of habit more than courtesy because god knows he felt no need to be polite to this man.
"Not so fast Les, I just want to say goodbye to sweet Jenna, she'd be awful upset if I left and didn't say goodbye." Spike knew exactly how to play this man, who had been his partner in crime for well over a year now, they had met in some seedy bar where they were both drowning their sorrows and Spike was looking for a way to dump a load of cash in an offshore account because for once in his life he wanted to keep the money he'd taken and maybe buy a little hacienda down in Mexico. He regretted that they were now parting ways because it was often that Spike needed a lawyer on his side and a lawyer who was an expert in tax fraud and financial matters was even better. That being the only trouble he got into these days.
"Jenna." Spike whispered softly. She was so beautiful; her eyes when they were open were the most curious shade of green and her blonde hair always looked as if it belonged in a shampoo commercial it was so perfect. Spike almost regretted what he had done to the poor girl, she had been innocent and pure when he had first met her and he had corrupted her in more ways than one, in her nose sat a silver stud shaped like a skull and on her shoulder she had a tattoo of a rose with Spike's name underneath. He had been attracted to her at first because of her resemblance to Buffy, but the minute Jenna changed her image and got that tattoo he'd ran away, scared of what he had done to an innocent sixteen year old girl.
"Spike?" she asked groggily, just opening her eyes and revealing an intense green flash as they flicked alive at the sight of him.
"Yeah baby, its me, just came to say goodbye." He was at a loss for words.
"You're leaving?" The hurt was visible in her eyes.
"You know we can't be together Jenna."
"I know, I just didn't think it would be so soon, I just met you." tears slid down her cheeks and Spike could feel the pain he had caused this girl, another reason he had to go.
"I love you Spike." She leant over and kissed him lightly on the lips before turning her head to hide more tears. Spike took this as his cue and made his way to the door and without looking back he left.
Chicago, Illinios
"You got my money Les?" Spike had made himself at home on Les's sofa and was enjoying some bourbon that he supposed was from Les's private collection. Jenna was upstairs sleeping off their last encounter and he had taken it upon himself to sample what else the man had to offer.
"Where's Jenna?" Les opened with, terrified that Spike had done something to his only daughter.
"She's upstairs, I saved her, she was enjoying a nice rendezvous with some guy in the park before he got a bit thirsty and lets just say that you owe me Les."
"Jenna was bitten buy a vampire?" Les asked almost relieved that that was the only reason Spike was there.
"Now Les, don't get tricky with me, I'm here for my money and that's it, all two hundred thousand of it." Spike helped himself to another bourbon and saw Les wince, he guessed it was an expensive bottle and poured some more. "- Mind if I smoke?"
"Well actually." started Les before he realised no matter how he answered Spike was going to smoke anyway, he lifted up the suitcase he'd been carrying and showed it to Spike. "Look I've got your money."
Spike flicked through the money counting it in his head, noticing Les's expression he felt the need to explain his actions, "Its just that I don't trust you Les, no hard feelings mate."
"Okay well I'll be seeing you then," Les held out his hand to shake, it was out of habit more than courtesy because god knows he felt no need to be polite to this man.
"Not so fast Les, I just want to say goodbye to sweet Jenna, she'd be awful upset if I left and didn't say goodbye." Spike knew exactly how to play this man, who had been his partner in crime for well over a year now, they had met in some seedy bar where they were both drowning their sorrows and Spike was looking for a way to dump a load of cash in an offshore account because for once in his life he wanted to keep the money he'd taken and maybe buy a little hacienda down in Mexico. He regretted that they were now parting ways because it was often that Spike needed a lawyer on his side and a lawyer who was an expert in tax fraud and financial matters was even better. That being the only trouble he got into these days.
"Jenna." Spike whispered softly. She was so beautiful; her eyes when they were open were the most curious shade of green and her blonde hair always looked as if it belonged in a shampoo commercial it was so perfect. Spike almost regretted what he had done to the poor girl, she had been innocent and pure when he had first met her and he had corrupted her in more ways than one, in her nose sat a silver stud shaped like a skull and on her shoulder she had a tattoo of a rose with Spike's name underneath. He had been attracted to her at first because of her resemblance to Buffy, but the minute Jenna changed her image and got that tattoo he'd ran away, scared of what he had done to an innocent sixteen year old girl.
"Spike?" she asked groggily, just opening her eyes and revealing an intense green flash as they flicked alive at the sight of him.
"Yeah baby, its me, just came to say goodbye." He was at a loss for words.
"You're leaving?" The hurt was visible in her eyes.
"You know we can't be together Jenna."
"I know, I just didn't think it would be so soon, I just met you." tears slid down her cheeks and Spike could feel the pain he had caused this girl, another reason he had to go.
"I love you Spike." She leant over and kissed him lightly on the lips before turning her head to hide more tears. Spike took this as his cue and made his way to the door and without looking back he left.