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Below is the R rated version. I'm not really good with ratings, so to be sure I put the original version on my web site. Nothing to smutty, just some more tension. *grins* Enjoy! Merry X-mas and huge thanks for all the feedback I'm getting.
Chapter 6 Trouble
Monday nights in the Summers' residence consisted of late dinners, as Buffy got home late from diving practice. This Monday was not any different in that manner. Hank noticed however that something was different in his eldest daughter's behavior. She seemed tense.
When Buffy came in the back door, she had been out of breath like she had been running. She had immediately proceeded to the cabinet, to retrieve a glass and pour herself some orange juice. Dawn had come up from behind and exclaimed in her usual teen eagerness; "You and I, have GOT to talk!"
Buffy was so startled the glass she was shakily clutching, dropped to the tile floor and shattered in a thousand pieces. Her family stared worriedly at her. She went to clean it up, but in her shaky eagerness, she cut herself badly on the broken glass.
"Buffy? Pumpkin? What's the matter?", Hank asked her.
"I- I'm okay. It's just- just a small cut" she stuttered out while holding up her bleeding finger to her mouth, sucking at it to relieve the pain.
"But Buffy? You're shaking. What has happened?", Joyce asked her brows drawing together in worry.
"I think someone was following me.", she managed to calm a bit as her father pulled her into a hug.
"What do you mean? Did you see anyone?", Joyce asked in a gentle voice to soothe her daughter, while sharing a worried look with Hank, who was still clutching Buffy tight.
"No", Buffy replied softly.
"That's it! I do not want my girls, going out alone at nighttime any more. Come next Monday your mother, or me will pick you up after the practice. Wherever you do go, I want you to be accompanied by friends", Hank said while placing a kiss on to Buffy's head, and pulling Dawn in for a crushing hug as well.
Joyce looked on with a suspicion, that all this worry didn't came from Buffy's state alone. She didn't know about the letters Hank had been receiving the last week, warning him not to take work from Rupert Giles, or his family might get hurt. The letters were anonymous, but Wesley Wyndham- Price might as well have signed them.
Wesley Wyndham-Price was the only one who had anything to gain from stopping Rupert Giles starting up in Sunnydale. Wesley had invested a considerable amount of money in a security company. Competition was not welcomed. Hank was torn in this matter. He knew very well that it was no use going to police, seeing that they practically were owned by Wesley. On the other hand Wesley had made sure Hank's business was slow nowadays. He really needed this deal with Mr. Giles.
Dawn picked up on the mood and decided to have her little talk with Buffy about Spike and Angel at a later time. Soon dinner was ready and the family sat down to eat. After dinner, Joyce ordered Dawn to take out the trash.
Dawn first scrunched her nose and was about to argue, when she remembered the detention slip she hadn't shown her mother yet. It was best to please her mother, before working up her courage to actually show it to her mother. She threw the trash out and was about to go inside again, when she picked up on the most soothing voice she'd ever heard, accompanied by the gentle sound of an acoustic guitar.
" She's blood, flesh and bone. No tucks or silicone. She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound."
Dawn acknowledged that the singing and music, came from across the street and felt herself drawn to it.
"But somehow I can't believe that anything should happen. I know where I belong and nothing's gonna happen", the voice softly sang. Dawn came into the Giles-Calendar front yard and soundlessly followed the music.
"Cause she's so high, high above me. She's so lovely. She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite. She's so high, high above me.", the voice continued. Dawn froze as she looked up at the second floor window.
"First class and fancy free. She's high society. She's got the best of everything. What could a guy like me ever really offer? She's perfect as she can be, why should I even bother", Spike stopped his singing as he noticed Dawn down at the ground.
"Please don't stop! That was beautiful.", the brunette pleaded with him, her eyes shining in admiration.
"Bit? What are you doing here?", he asked, his voice low, a little embarrassed that he had been caught in his very emotional state and had chosen a Tal Bachman song to express his feelings. The lyrics perfectly reflecting his emotions towards Buffy.
Dawn remembered her earlier realization and decided to use the lyrics to his song to express herself, spoke up; "You should bother, Spike. She's starting to fall for you."
He snorted; "Mind telling me why she's dating my bloody stepbrother, the poofter?" he harshly let out, hurt evident in his voice.
"Um she hasn't really said anything, but it all kinda adds up. I mean she was really cranky yesterday and judging by what Connor told me about your and Angel's moods, I gathered that something had happened between her and Angel, but she had wanted something to happen between the two of you. And as for her not believing you're interested.." She paused hesitantly before continuing "Imightavesomethingtodowiththat", she winced, half expecting he would explode.
"What was that, Bit?", he asked, not being able to make sense of her last statement.
Dawn began pacing at the ground below him wondering how she should put her words, then mentally slapping herself for pacing. This was slowly becoming a habit in front of Spike.
"I might have let it slip by, that you had a habit of coming on to Angel's interests, just to tick him off", she said and looked up at him, pleading he could forgive her. Spike groaned and finally let out a frustrated laugh.
"Bit, you may have clattered things up a tinsy bit, but in the end I think I made the death blow", Spike said and guiltily avoided looking into the blue eyes of his one desire's sister.
"What did you do? Please tell me you didn't hit on another girl?", Dawn groaned.
Spike cringed before answering. "Drusilla"
"Wow Spike. Making a pass to my sister's arch nemesis. Real smooth.", Dawn replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I sort of gathered they weren't the best of chums. Anyway it's too late now. Damage done and so 'n so.", Spike said putting on a mask of masculine, non emotional strength.
"I don't think so Spike. I think there is hope for the two of you yet. Give me some time and I'll snoop around. I'll even try to make her open up her eyes, to see what a great guy she's missing. I'll give you a daily report? In exchange, I was kinda hoping you could do me a favor..", now it was Dawn's turn again to stare uncomfortably at the ground. "I was wondering if you could, you know, maybe help me out with Connor?" A little nervous smile stained her lips, while her eyes glowed in hope.
Spike couldn't help himself smiling. Dawn looked adorable. "I don't think you'll need much help. He hasn't stopped yapping about you all day.", Spike gave her an earnest smile. She beamed in response. "I'm sorry to tell you he's been grounded, because he managed to get himself into trouble, the first day. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? I'm sure I can convince Jenny to release him this weekend, to attend a little rendez- vous with a certain brunette." Spike smirked at Dawn.
Dawn suddenly remembered she probably would be grounded too, when her mom found the detention slip. Her smile turned into a frown at the realization and panic quickly shone over her features. Spike looked at her questioningly, before he heard a very angry Joyce calling for her daughter.
"Ooops! I'm so grounded. Talk later", Dawn hastily said, before running back to her house and face her mother. Dawn hadn't told Spike about Buffy's alleged stalker, thinking her sister was just being paranoid.
Spike remained perched on his windowsill. Taking deep drags from his cigarette a sinful smile at his lips, his eyes squinting in amusement. His talk with Dawn, had given him new confidence. He was contemplating just how he was going to win Buffy over. Having her, body and soul, would of course be the first prize. There were two very appreciated bonuses in capturing her heart. Make Angel miserable and brush off Drusilla in the best possible way.
He decided, it was time to bring out the big guns, the one thing that had always helped him with girls. No more Mr. nice guy. Of course he would never really hurt Buffy, just intentionally doing everything he possibly could muster, to get on her nerves. For some reason, he believed that Buffy was tired of boring poofters like Angel and Riley. Always charming her, prancing after her, following her every whim.
It was time to bring out 'the big bad'.
His sardonic grin softened as he saw Buffy across the street in her room. He drew breath sharply as he saw what she was doing. She was getting ready for bed. Slowly stripping away her clothes. He closed his eyes for a moment, to try and save the image of her in the back of his mind.
He stared at her in complete awe as one garment after another was removed. Suddenly he was abruptly interrupted as he felt himself being yanked back inside the window. He groaned in pain as his back hit the hardwood floor.
"What the hell are you doing!", Angel roared out on Spike. Spike stood up and just gave Angel a mischievous grin.
"Taking a smoke. What exactly got you all wound up this time dear brother? Can't a man have his privacy?", Spike snickered.
"I saw you! You were gawking at my girl!", Angel spat.
Spike chuckled in response before answering. "She's not exactly your girl is she? I know for a fact she would choose me over you anytime. I can giver 'er pleasures." Spike was enjoying torturing Angel so much he never saw the fist coming for his jaw. He stumbled backwards clutching his jaw in disbelief as his little speech, was cut off short. Spike managed to block Angel's second blow and retaliated by connecting his fist to Angel's nose closely followed by a blow to his gut.
Angel folded up in pain, clutching his bleeding nose and gut. Spike stood, dabbing away the blood seeping out of the broken skin on his jaw. Giles arrived taking in this view disbelievingly, wondering when these two overgrown boys would learn to be civilized with each other.
It was however the first time they had actually gotten into a physical fight, although it was 'a long time coming'. Giles found himself surprised and slightly proud that his son was the one left standing. He had always imagined that the taller and bigger built Angel, would have hit Spike into a bloody pulp when this time would come. His notion had just been disproved.
Giles sent Angel out of the room and scolded his son, before leaving to get back to his wife. He told Jenny what had happened and she sighed frustrated, before drawing the conversation back to their previous topic.
"So, this Wesley Wyndham-Price was sort of your rival, back when you attended LSE? And now he's here in Sunnydale?" Jenny said summing up what they had talked about earlier.
"Yes, apparently he's an investor, and has invested quite a lot of money in another security company. It seems he's scaring off everyone I've tried to hire. The only people who haven't turned down my offer are Hank Summers and Jason Williams, the construction company owner. Mr. Williams explained Wesley's position in all this, in our meeting today. He also told me Wesley practically owned this town. I can't wait to start up business, maybe even start in a new branch, succeed and wipe any trace of a smile off of Wesley's face", Giles explained as a bitter but almost wicked smile was at his lips
He really couldn't wait. He had wanted to get back at Wesley for so many years. In their days at London School of Economics they had their heart set on the same girl. Emma, Spike's mother, who worked as a bar maid, in a pub close to the school. Giles and Wesley fell in love with her, the minute they first laid their eyes on her. Long story short, Giles got the girl, Wesley vowed revenge.
Wesley got his revenge, by ruining Giles name, as soon as they left school. Giles ill repute caused him not to get any better jobs than accounting, even though he had a master in business and administration. When he came to the US, he had a fresh start and soon had success. Giles was really looking forward to show how successful he had become, in spite of Wesley's attempts to ruin his life. He felt his heart twinge a bit, regretting Emma wasn't there to witness it anymore.
Jenny offered him a supportive smile and a hug, letting him know she understood. After all there hadn't been much closure with her and her previous husband either. He had been killed by a mugger. What brought Jenny and Giles even closer, loving each other even more. was the fact that they both had lost their loved ones and understood exactly how to fill the void in each others lives.
A few streets away, still in the rich neighborhood, in a huge mansion, Wesley Wyndham- Price sat contemplating. He was contemplating how he was going to convince the architect Hank Summers and the constructor Jason Williams to pull out of working with Rupert Giles. He could not allow that man succeeding in HIS town. He was just about to call his lawyer and occasional lover, Lilah Morgan, to see if she had any suggestions, maybe some fictive dirt on Hank and Jason.
Wesley's daughter, Drusilla interrupted him as she came into his study.
"There's my princess. How has your day been? Is there something I can do for you?", Wesley greeted her while pulling out his wallet. Money was the usual cause as to why she came. Drusilla smiled as she saw what her father was doing. Her father knew her so well.
"Daddy, I want to go to this boutique tomorrow. I saw this beautiful designer dress, which I absolutely have to have. I was thinking I could wear it to dinner this Friday. Tell cook to prepare something special. We're having company", Drusilla said, flashing her best, sweet smile. She silently pondered if maybe it had been wise to ask Spike first, but really, how could he possibly refuse her?
"Company? Really? Well who is the lucky man that captured my princess' interest?", Wesley asked, as he assumed all this fuzz could only possibly be about some boy.
"He's British, just moved to Sunnydale. His name is William Giles", Drusilla answered proudly. At the name Wesley's features tensed in anger. Him. William. Emma and Rupert's lovechild, dating his little girl. Not bloody likely.
He did not need a reminder of his failure, coming to his dinner table. Or maybe..? This would surely bother 'good old Ripper' when he found out. Maybe he could use this to his advantage. Find a new way to torment Giles. He would have to call Lilah. She was so good at coming up with wicked plans. He let out a laugh that would have chilled the blood of any normal person.
Drusilla watched her father in confusion. "Daddy? What is wrong?", she asked.
"Absolutely nothing princess. Can't wait to meet him", he answered.
Drusilla wasn't anywhere near convinced. She shrugged it off as her father held out his platinum card to her. Everything forgotten, at the pending shopping spree. She took the card and left her father with a sly smile covering her lips.
Below is the R rated version. I'm not really good with ratings, so to be sure I put the original version on my web site. Nothing to smutty, just some more tension. *grins* Enjoy! Merry X-mas and huge thanks for all the feedback I'm getting.
Chapter 6 Trouble
Monday nights in the Summers' residence consisted of late dinners, as Buffy got home late from diving practice. This Monday was not any different in that manner. Hank noticed however that something was different in his eldest daughter's behavior. She seemed tense.
When Buffy came in the back door, she had been out of breath like she had been running. She had immediately proceeded to the cabinet, to retrieve a glass and pour herself some orange juice. Dawn had come up from behind and exclaimed in her usual teen eagerness; "You and I, have GOT to talk!"
Buffy was so startled the glass she was shakily clutching, dropped to the tile floor and shattered in a thousand pieces. Her family stared worriedly at her. She went to clean it up, but in her shaky eagerness, she cut herself badly on the broken glass.
"Buffy? Pumpkin? What's the matter?", Hank asked her.
"I- I'm okay. It's just- just a small cut" she stuttered out while holding up her bleeding finger to her mouth, sucking at it to relieve the pain.
"But Buffy? You're shaking. What has happened?", Joyce asked her brows drawing together in worry.
"I think someone was following me.", she managed to calm a bit as her father pulled her into a hug.
"What do you mean? Did you see anyone?", Joyce asked in a gentle voice to soothe her daughter, while sharing a worried look with Hank, who was still clutching Buffy tight.
"No", Buffy replied softly.
"That's it! I do not want my girls, going out alone at nighttime any more. Come next Monday your mother, or me will pick you up after the practice. Wherever you do go, I want you to be accompanied by friends", Hank said while placing a kiss on to Buffy's head, and pulling Dawn in for a crushing hug as well.
Joyce looked on with a suspicion, that all this worry didn't came from Buffy's state alone. She didn't know about the letters Hank had been receiving the last week, warning him not to take work from Rupert Giles, or his family might get hurt. The letters were anonymous, but Wesley Wyndham- Price might as well have signed them.
Wesley Wyndham-Price was the only one who had anything to gain from stopping Rupert Giles starting up in Sunnydale. Wesley had invested a considerable amount of money in a security company. Competition was not welcomed. Hank was torn in this matter. He knew very well that it was no use going to police, seeing that they practically were owned by Wesley. On the other hand Wesley had made sure Hank's business was slow nowadays. He really needed this deal with Mr. Giles.
Dawn picked up on the mood and decided to have her little talk with Buffy about Spike and Angel at a later time. Soon dinner was ready and the family sat down to eat. After dinner, Joyce ordered Dawn to take out the trash.
Dawn first scrunched her nose and was about to argue, when she remembered the detention slip she hadn't shown her mother yet. It was best to please her mother, before working up her courage to actually show it to her mother. She threw the trash out and was about to go inside again, when she picked up on the most soothing voice she'd ever heard, accompanied by the gentle sound of an acoustic guitar.
" She's blood, flesh and bone. No tucks or silicone. She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound."
Dawn acknowledged that the singing and music, came from across the street and felt herself drawn to it.
"But somehow I can't believe that anything should happen. I know where I belong and nothing's gonna happen", the voice softly sang. Dawn came into the Giles-Calendar front yard and soundlessly followed the music.
"Cause she's so high, high above me. She's so lovely. She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite. She's so high, high above me.", the voice continued. Dawn froze as she looked up at the second floor window.
"First class and fancy free. She's high society. She's got the best of everything. What could a guy like me ever really offer? She's perfect as she can be, why should I even bother", Spike stopped his singing as he noticed Dawn down at the ground.
"Please don't stop! That was beautiful.", the brunette pleaded with him, her eyes shining in admiration.
"Bit? What are you doing here?", he asked, his voice low, a little embarrassed that he had been caught in his very emotional state and had chosen a Tal Bachman song to express his feelings. The lyrics perfectly reflecting his emotions towards Buffy.
Dawn remembered her earlier realization and decided to use the lyrics to his song to express herself, spoke up; "You should bother, Spike. She's starting to fall for you."
He snorted; "Mind telling me why she's dating my bloody stepbrother, the poofter?" he harshly let out, hurt evident in his voice.
"Um she hasn't really said anything, but it all kinda adds up. I mean she was really cranky yesterday and judging by what Connor told me about your and Angel's moods, I gathered that something had happened between her and Angel, but she had wanted something to happen between the two of you. And as for her not believing you're interested.." She paused hesitantly before continuing "Imightavesomethingtodowiththat", she winced, half expecting he would explode.
"What was that, Bit?", he asked, not being able to make sense of her last statement.
Dawn began pacing at the ground below him wondering how she should put her words, then mentally slapping herself for pacing. This was slowly becoming a habit in front of Spike.
"I might have let it slip by, that you had a habit of coming on to Angel's interests, just to tick him off", she said and looked up at him, pleading he could forgive her. Spike groaned and finally let out a frustrated laugh.
"Bit, you may have clattered things up a tinsy bit, but in the end I think I made the death blow", Spike said and guiltily avoided looking into the blue eyes of his one desire's sister.
"What did you do? Please tell me you didn't hit on another girl?", Dawn groaned.
Spike cringed before answering. "Drusilla"
"Wow Spike. Making a pass to my sister's arch nemesis. Real smooth.", Dawn replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I sort of gathered they weren't the best of chums. Anyway it's too late now. Damage done and so 'n so.", Spike said putting on a mask of masculine, non emotional strength.
"I don't think so Spike. I think there is hope for the two of you yet. Give me some time and I'll snoop around. I'll even try to make her open up her eyes, to see what a great guy she's missing. I'll give you a daily report? In exchange, I was kinda hoping you could do me a favor..", now it was Dawn's turn again to stare uncomfortably at the ground. "I was wondering if you could, you know, maybe help me out with Connor?" A little nervous smile stained her lips, while her eyes glowed in hope.
Spike couldn't help himself smiling. Dawn looked adorable. "I don't think you'll need much help. He hasn't stopped yapping about you all day.", Spike gave her an earnest smile. She beamed in response. "I'm sorry to tell you he's been grounded, because he managed to get himself into trouble, the first day. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? I'm sure I can convince Jenny to release him this weekend, to attend a little rendez- vous with a certain brunette." Spike smirked at Dawn.
Dawn suddenly remembered she probably would be grounded too, when her mom found the detention slip. Her smile turned into a frown at the realization and panic quickly shone over her features. Spike looked at her questioningly, before he heard a very angry Joyce calling for her daughter.
"Ooops! I'm so grounded. Talk later", Dawn hastily said, before running back to her house and face her mother. Dawn hadn't told Spike about Buffy's alleged stalker, thinking her sister was just being paranoid.
Spike remained perched on his windowsill. Taking deep drags from his cigarette a sinful smile at his lips, his eyes squinting in amusement. His talk with Dawn, had given him new confidence. He was contemplating just how he was going to win Buffy over. Having her, body and soul, would of course be the first prize. There were two very appreciated bonuses in capturing her heart. Make Angel miserable and brush off Drusilla in the best possible way.
He decided, it was time to bring out the big guns, the one thing that had always helped him with girls. No more Mr. nice guy. Of course he would never really hurt Buffy, just intentionally doing everything he possibly could muster, to get on her nerves. For some reason, he believed that Buffy was tired of boring poofters like Angel and Riley. Always charming her, prancing after her, following her every whim.
It was time to bring out 'the big bad'.
His sardonic grin softened as he saw Buffy across the street in her room. He drew breath sharply as he saw what she was doing. She was getting ready for bed. Slowly stripping away her clothes. He closed his eyes for a moment, to try and save the image of her in the back of his mind.
He stared at her in complete awe as one garment after another was removed. Suddenly he was abruptly interrupted as he felt himself being yanked back inside the window. He groaned in pain as his back hit the hardwood floor.
"What the hell are you doing!", Angel roared out on Spike. Spike stood up and just gave Angel a mischievous grin.
"Taking a smoke. What exactly got you all wound up this time dear brother? Can't a man have his privacy?", Spike snickered.
"I saw you! You were gawking at my girl!", Angel spat.
Spike chuckled in response before answering. "She's not exactly your girl is she? I know for a fact she would choose me over you anytime. I can giver 'er pleasures." Spike was enjoying torturing Angel so much he never saw the fist coming for his jaw. He stumbled backwards clutching his jaw in disbelief as his little speech, was cut off short. Spike managed to block Angel's second blow and retaliated by connecting his fist to Angel's nose closely followed by a blow to his gut.
Angel folded up in pain, clutching his bleeding nose and gut. Spike stood, dabbing away the blood seeping out of the broken skin on his jaw. Giles arrived taking in this view disbelievingly, wondering when these two overgrown boys would learn to be civilized with each other.
It was however the first time they had actually gotten into a physical fight, although it was 'a long time coming'. Giles found himself surprised and slightly proud that his son was the one left standing. He had always imagined that the taller and bigger built Angel, would have hit Spike into a bloody pulp when this time would come. His notion had just been disproved.
Giles sent Angel out of the room and scolded his son, before leaving to get back to his wife. He told Jenny what had happened and she sighed frustrated, before drawing the conversation back to their previous topic.
"So, this Wesley Wyndham-Price was sort of your rival, back when you attended LSE? And now he's here in Sunnydale?" Jenny said summing up what they had talked about earlier.
"Yes, apparently he's an investor, and has invested quite a lot of money in another security company. It seems he's scaring off everyone I've tried to hire. The only people who haven't turned down my offer are Hank Summers and Jason Williams, the construction company owner. Mr. Williams explained Wesley's position in all this, in our meeting today. He also told me Wesley practically owned this town. I can't wait to start up business, maybe even start in a new branch, succeed and wipe any trace of a smile off of Wesley's face", Giles explained as a bitter but almost wicked smile was at his lips
He really couldn't wait. He had wanted to get back at Wesley for so many years. In their days at London School of Economics they had their heart set on the same girl. Emma, Spike's mother, who worked as a bar maid, in a pub close to the school. Giles and Wesley fell in love with her, the minute they first laid their eyes on her. Long story short, Giles got the girl, Wesley vowed revenge.
Wesley got his revenge, by ruining Giles name, as soon as they left school. Giles ill repute caused him not to get any better jobs than accounting, even though he had a master in business and administration. When he came to the US, he had a fresh start and soon had success. Giles was really looking forward to show how successful he had become, in spite of Wesley's attempts to ruin his life. He felt his heart twinge a bit, regretting Emma wasn't there to witness it anymore.
Jenny offered him a supportive smile and a hug, letting him know she understood. After all there hadn't been much closure with her and her previous husband either. He had been killed by a mugger. What brought Jenny and Giles even closer, loving each other even more. was the fact that they both had lost their loved ones and understood exactly how to fill the void in each others lives.
A few streets away, still in the rich neighborhood, in a huge mansion, Wesley Wyndham- Price sat contemplating. He was contemplating how he was going to convince the architect Hank Summers and the constructor Jason Williams to pull out of working with Rupert Giles. He could not allow that man succeeding in HIS town. He was just about to call his lawyer and occasional lover, Lilah Morgan, to see if she had any suggestions, maybe some fictive dirt on Hank and Jason.
Wesley's daughter, Drusilla interrupted him as she came into his study.
"There's my princess. How has your day been? Is there something I can do for you?", Wesley greeted her while pulling out his wallet. Money was the usual cause as to why she came. Drusilla smiled as she saw what her father was doing. Her father knew her so well.
"Daddy, I want to go to this boutique tomorrow. I saw this beautiful designer dress, which I absolutely have to have. I was thinking I could wear it to dinner this Friday. Tell cook to prepare something special. We're having company", Drusilla said, flashing her best, sweet smile. She silently pondered if maybe it had been wise to ask Spike first, but really, how could he possibly refuse her?
"Company? Really? Well who is the lucky man that captured my princess' interest?", Wesley asked, as he assumed all this fuzz could only possibly be about some boy.
"He's British, just moved to Sunnydale. His name is William Giles", Drusilla answered proudly. At the name Wesley's features tensed in anger. Him. William. Emma and Rupert's lovechild, dating his little girl. Not bloody likely.
He did not need a reminder of his failure, coming to his dinner table. Or maybe..? This would surely bother 'good old Ripper' when he found out. Maybe he could use this to his advantage. Find a new way to torment Giles. He would have to call Lilah. She was so good at coming up with wicked plans. He let out a laugh that would have chilled the blood of any normal person.
Drusilla watched her father in confusion. "Daddy? What is wrong?", she asked.
"Absolutely nothing princess. Can't wait to meet him", he answered.
Drusilla wasn't anywhere near convinced. She shrugged it off as her father held out his platinum card to her. Everything forgotten, at the pending shopping spree. She took the card and left her father with a sly smile covering her lips.