A/N: Sorrys all around for whoever was miffed that I called Buffy
"Elizabeth"... I rewatched all of the episodes with classic Spuffy moments
that I had on tape (hey, I was bored, alright?) including, of course,
Something Blue...which says her name * is * just Buffy when they talk about
the invitations, so you guys were right...and I'm gonna make sure I fix
that all up as soon as I post this chapter.
~
Buffy traced her pencil over the crease between the pages in her trusty diary. Sighing from the mess that was building up inside of her, she reread the page she had written for at least the eighth time...
' Back in L.A., everything was so different. My Watcher there had a very simple motto "Life sucks, get a helmet." Only less American. Other than that, he'd just twitch his sweaty mustache and mumble about how difficult I am to discipline. As for my friends...you know the movie Heathers? They were like that, only somewhat more extreme. School was unbearable- let's just say I got a little more pleasure out of burning down the gym than I should have.
But here in Sunnydale? I like Giles. Not that I'd ever admit that to * him *, but I do. He at least has some compassion level, unlike Mr. Sweaty Mustache. My friends aren't brainless valley girls and though my principal hates me with an unnatural passion, I can get through school without contemplating poking a hole through my hand with a sharpened pencil (lovely imagery, huh?)
The only thing that is equally bad here (if not worse) (and other than the supernatural crap) would be my cursed love life. Danny was an asshole, plain and simple, Roger was a drug-addict who constantly talked about his "feeeeelings." 24/7. 36-freakin-5 days a year, I'm sure. Then of course, there was the classic boyfriend, Mercio- who ended up revealing a hidden crush on my father. That was fun.
In Sunnydale, though, my only possibilities for romance are two vampires (with souls), one of which is the tall, dark, handsome, brooding, and pretty much silent type and the other is the slightly shorter, bleach blonde, hella hot, sardonic (that's on a vocab test next week, aren't ya proud?), and talks-so-much-you-want-to-kill-him type, but he's still basically a good guy. Except for the kissing and ditching, that wasn't too cool. So, I'm over him, making Angel (tall, dark, broody one) my only romantic prospect. But if that's true, why can't I get Spike out of my head? Shouldn't I be thinking about Angel constantly? I mean, sure, the thought of me and Angel's kiss crosses my mind on occasion, but its not like I sit and daydream about Angel. Not that I daydream about Spike! Nope, no daydreaming here.
Okay, maybe a little.
But that doesn't make Spike the best guy for me, I mean, A. He's a vampire (with a soul), B. He obviously doesn't return my feelings (Not that I necessarily have feelings!), and C. Did I mention he's a vampire (with a soul)? It would never, ever work.
I'm so confused. Everytime I think about Spike or see Spike or dream about Spike or do anything that even slightly involves Spike, its as if I have a different reaction. Sometimes I'm head over heals for him, sometimes I despise him, sometimes I want to be his friend, sometimes I couldn't care less about him, sometimes I want to hug him, sometimes I want to sock him one, sometimes I want to "connect" with him, sometimes I just wanna screw him. And he's even worse! Sometimes he's sweet, sometimes sarcastic, usually smug (but in an endearing way), sometimes its like he's so incredibly thoughtful and deep and intelligent, but then the next second he's making corny puns! I just can't handle all of this! I should probably just stick with Angel. At least I know what I'm going to get from him and what I can expect from a relationship. And that sort of predictability is what I want in a relationship.
Right?'
Rubbing her reddening eyes, Buffy sat back onto her bed and squeezed Mr. Gordo. She flipped the pig around and stared into his black, plastic eyes.
"What do you think I should do Mr. Gordo? Should I just go for Angel or invoke on...something with Spike?"
"You're asking a stuffed pig for relationship advice? You know, I'm really beginning to worry about you, pet." She glared at the figure which sat on a branch, right outside her open window. I knew I should've closed that thing!
"What the hell do you want?" Spike shrugged and looked around.
"Cozy little nook here, a bloke could stay here all night. But how about you inviting me in?"
"Not a chance." Spike rested his hands down and leaned over, gazing straight at her.
"Buffy, we need to talk."
"So, talk." Spike gave her a cock-eyed glare. Realizing she wasn't backing down, he rolled his eyes upwards dramatically.
"Fine, if you're going to be stubborn about it. Look, I'm sorry about what happened."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't do that." Buffy stood up and walked over to the window ledge, crossing her arms angrily.
"No, I'm serious. Are you sorry that you kissed me or that you left? Because those are two very, very different situations." Spike's blue eyes softened to a deeper shade, as a light smile played adoringly on his features.
"I'm sorry I left, luv. I would never be sorry for kissing you. Not in a million years." Buffy bit her lip to conceal a mirroring smile, before a wave of melancholy anger washed over her.
"Well, maybe you should be." Spike's eyes snapped shut unwillingly at her words.
"Buffy, please..."
"Look, maybe, in a little while, I'll be willing to forgive you. Maybe even explore this...whatever this is. But right now I'm hurt. God, I don't even know why! It's not like I know * you * all that well or anything, its just...I feel like I do. I doubt you could ever understand that-"
"Don't be so sure of that one, luv." Spike managed out, trying to ignore the feeling as though his lifeless heart had imploded within him.
"But I do." She finished softly, "Feel like I know you, I mean. And maybe its just because of our little tentative friendship we had going for a little while, but right now I just- I just need some space."
"Space." Spike repeated.
"Yeah."
"But you're still saying maybe, someday, we could..." Spike motioned wildly with his hands, not wanting to say it out loud, in fear of jinxing the possibility...the possibility they both not only wanted, but needed in order for Buffy's survival.
"Most definitely. And not just someday, but hopefully, someday soon." Buffy felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach, and almost gave up the entire waiting process all together, but she held her guard. Spike ran his tongue over his lips and smiled shakily.
"Good." He whispered. He began to climb down when Buffy reached her hand out to stop him. She brought his face up to hers and softly kissed him, gently...very much reminiscent of their first kiss, Our first * real * kiss Spike noted, after he had refused to give up Dawn to Glory. He cupped her face with his free hand and patted it lightly, before continuing his descent down the Oak tree.
Buffy backed into her bedroom and grabbed her diary, ready to spill out all of the event into writing, but instead opted to just write the one, obvious word that summed up everything
'Someday. '
~
'Jess, you look fine." Willow said, flopping onto Xander's bed exasperatingly. Ooh, Xander's bed... Buffy nodded enthusiastically, as she watched from a large bean bag chair.
"Two very sincere thumbs up." She said, motioning this idea with her thumbs. She sniffed the air and crinkled her nose, "Only...exactly how much aftershave did you use?"
Jesse's eyes widened and he began pacing.
"Oh, no. Oh, no. No! She's gonna think I went overboard! She's gonna be embarrassed to be seen with Jesse-the-Freakish-Shower-Clean-Ocean-Breeze- Hybrid!! I need to take another shower..." He trailed off, darting to the bathroom, only to be stopped by a concerned looking Xander.
"No, no...I'm cutting you off, pal. Five showers is enough for one day." Buffy walked over and patted his shoulder.
"I'm sure it won't be that bad in the Bronze. Plus, I have a very acute sense of smell. Comes with the whole Vampire Slayer package. I'm sure Willow and Xander didn't even notice, right guys?" She said, giving them an extra little look.
"Oh...Oh! No! No! Not at all! Geez, are you kidding?! I didn't notice a thing! Not a thing, ya hear that? She didn't notice a thing! Neither did I, by the way! Hey, no one would ever, ever notice anything! Because there's nothing to notice! I actually thought you should've put more on!" They erupted, moving him slowly away from the bathroom and onto the bed. He stopped them with a wave of his hand and deep sigh.
"Oh, man. I shouldn't have asked out Ambrine Jones."
"You mean Dawn...Jones." Xander replied, an amused smile playing on his lips, "Huh. I never noticed that."
"Huh?" Buffy asked, curling her lip.
"I'm really not sure..." Xander said, confusion suddenly hitting him.
"Whatever. Look, Jesse, you'll be fine. Dawn is a great person and she likes you, trust me. I'm an expert as to how girls act around guys they like."
"You really think she does?" He asked looking up at Buffy with puppy-dog brown eyes.
"Yes." Jesse shook his head.
"God, I don't even understand it. A few months ago, I was all a-go-go for Cordelia Chase, and now I'm going on a date with her former lackey, who up until recently I had always, like, disregarded as an airheaded bimbo. It's just amazing how things can change so suddenly, ya know? It's like, one second you're life is totally normal, everything's always the same, and then something or someone comes into your life and just totally makes everything seem backwards. Maybe I'm just confusing myself..." Buffy flung her arm around her relatively new friend and pressed her forehead against his.
"I have a slight idea where you are coming from, Jesseroo." She said, taking on a new nickname for her friend.
"Jesseroo?"
"Sure."
"Can I call you Bufferoo?" Xander piped up.
"Not if you like your Adam's apple."
~
Jesse walked into the Bronze, pacing his steps, breathing deeply, just as Willow and Xander and Buffy had told him too.
Then he saw her.
Sitting alone, for what must have been the first time in her entire life.
He smiled to himself as he took in her absolute beauty and natural grace. He wondered briefly if she was a dancer, before summoning up all of his courage and walking over to the table. He ducked his head down as he took the seat across from her.
"Hi."
"Hi." She replied sweetly. They both looked down in unison and then back up at each other, laughing nervously.
"You look...breathtaking." He inwardly slapped himself upside the head. Breathtaking?? As Spike would say, you're a bloody imbecile.
"Wow, thank you." She said (luckily) with a pretty blush, "You look nice, too."
"Yeah, thanks. Buffy and Willow helped me get all spruced up. I probably would've shown up in a tux if they hadn't." She laughed and then there was another one of those awkward pauses.
"I really like you." Jesse burst out, after what seemed like 10 minutes of silence, "I just thought I'd get that out in the open."
"Well, I figured that. I really like you, too." Dawn said, smiling and taking his hand. I've always wanted to do that.
"Really?"
"Well, I wouldn't have agreed to go out with you if I didn't."
"That makes sense."
"Yeah." Awkward silence reigned once more.
"So, you wanna make out?" Dawn asked daringly, before clasping her hand to her mouth. He laughed at the expression on her face before dipping his head close to hers and grazing her lips with his with a sort of suavity he didn't know he had.
"Sure." He whispered, before intensifying the kiss.
Dawn was in heaven.
~
Spike was in hell.
Sitting in his sire's apartment, waiting to talk to him so he could begin to map out how he was going to get him to LA by June (which he had no bloody clue how to go about), he thought he'd start out with a nice, long (relatively...he was over his torture days) chat with Angel. The door suddenly clinked open and in walked Angel, who was slumped over solemnly.
"Spike." He stated, with no obvious emotion in his voice.
"'Ello, mate."
"What the hell do you want? And I'm not your mate." This time, there was some very obvious, almost dangerous, anger within the tremors of his voice.
"Felt like a chat is all."
"'A chat?' Spike, I don't want to look at you, let alone have 'a chat' with you."
"Feeling's mutual, mate-"
"I'm * not * your mate."
"It's just we sort of have a common ground. Ya see, we're after the same thing, if you haven't noticed."
"Buffy."
"Ding, ding. Now, you kissed Buffy and I kissed Buffy...now, don't get your knickers all twisty, I'm not done, but Buffy's still confused. However, I know something you don't."
"Oh, really." Angel said, with the surprising drip of sarcasm coming from his mouth.
"I'm serious, mate-"
"I'm NOT your-"
"Don't bloody cut me off! This is * serious *. If you want to protect Buffy, you need to get the hell outta Sunnydale, by at least June. And you have to go to Los Angeles. It's kind of a package deal."
"Of course. And I'll bet it just works out dandily for you."
"Well, yeah, but by the time you leave, I'll be with Buffy."
"You're just as arrogant as you always were, William," Angel sneered, leaning down to speak directly into Spike's ear, "Now, you listen. I'm officially calling war on you. I love Buffy," To this Spike made a little 'pft' sound but waved him forward, "I love Buffy," Angel repeated, "and yes, she may have a slight interest in you, but hear me now, "mate". I am what she's here for. I am the one she's going to want at the end of the day when all you are is a second-rate noble vampire with an outdated look. Oh, and if I ever, ever leave for Los Angeles, Buffy will be coming with me."
"I think that is the most you have ever spoken in an entire sitting." Spike replied, with an aura of both awe and a bit of fright.
"I'm, I'm sorry...I got a little carried away..." Angel muttered, taking on his normal, faraway voice. "Yet I meant every word." He said, his tone of voice the same, but a glint in his eye that gave all the threats in the world in Spike's direction, "Now get out of my home."
"As you bloody wish." Spike said with an eye roll, trying to cover up his shaking hands. It was amazing how even after what both he and his sire had been reduced to, Angel still had a way of activating a fear nerve within him.
Spike sighed and pulled out another cigarette.
This was going to be much tougher than he thought.
~
~
Buffy traced her pencil over the crease between the pages in her trusty diary. Sighing from the mess that was building up inside of her, she reread the page she had written for at least the eighth time...
' Back in L.A., everything was so different. My Watcher there had a very simple motto "Life sucks, get a helmet." Only less American. Other than that, he'd just twitch his sweaty mustache and mumble about how difficult I am to discipline. As for my friends...you know the movie Heathers? They were like that, only somewhat more extreme. School was unbearable- let's just say I got a little more pleasure out of burning down the gym than I should have.
But here in Sunnydale? I like Giles. Not that I'd ever admit that to * him *, but I do. He at least has some compassion level, unlike Mr. Sweaty Mustache. My friends aren't brainless valley girls and though my principal hates me with an unnatural passion, I can get through school without contemplating poking a hole through my hand with a sharpened pencil (lovely imagery, huh?)
The only thing that is equally bad here (if not worse) (and other than the supernatural crap) would be my cursed love life. Danny was an asshole, plain and simple, Roger was a drug-addict who constantly talked about his "feeeeelings." 24/7. 36-freakin-5 days a year, I'm sure. Then of course, there was the classic boyfriend, Mercio- who ended up revealing a hidden crush on my father. That was fun.
In Sunnydale, though, my only possibilities for romance are two vampires (with souls), one of which is the tall, dark, handsome, brooding, and pretty much silent type and the other is the slightly shorter, bleach blonde, hella hot, sardonic (that's on a vocab test next week, aren't ya proud?), and talks-so-much-you-want-to-kill-him type, but he's still basically a good guy. Except for the kissing and ditching, that wasn't too cool. So, I'm over him, making Angel (tall, dark, broody one) my only romantic prospect. But if that's true, why can't I get Spike out of my head? Shouldn't I be thinking about Angel constantly? I mean, sure, the thought of me and Angel's kiss crosses my mind on occasion, but its not like I sit and daydream about Angel. Not that I daydream about Spike! Nope, no daydreaming here.
Okay, maybe a little.
But that doesn't make Spike the best guy for me, I mean, A. He's a vampire (with a soul), B. He obviously doesn't return my feelings (Not that I necessarily have feelings!), and C. Did I mention he's a vampire (with a soul)? It would never, ever work.
I'm so confused. Everytime I think about Spike or see Spike or dream about Spike or do anything that even slightly involves Spike, its as if I have a different reaction. Sometimes I'm head over heals for him, sometimes I despise him, sometimes I want to be his friend, sometimes I couldn't care less about him, sometimes I want to hug him, sometimes I want to sock him one, sometimes I want to "connect" with him, sometimes I just wanna screw him. And he's even worse! Sometimes he's sweet, sometimes sarcastic, usually smug (but in an endearing way), sometimes its like he's so incredibly thoughtful and deep and intelligent, but then the next second he's making corny puns! I just can't handle all of this! I should probably just stick with Angel. At least I know what I'm going to get from him and what I can expect from a relationship. And that sort of predictability is what I want in a relationship.
Right?'
Rubbing her reddening eyes, Buffy sat back onto her bed and squeezed Mr. Gordo. She flipped the pig around and stared into his black, plastic eyes.
"What do you think I should do Mr. Gordo? Should I just go for Angel or invoke on...something with Spike?"
"You're asking a stuffed pig for relationship advice? You know, I'm really beginning to worry about you, pet." She glared at the figure which sat on a branch, right outside her open window. I knew I should've closed that thing!
"What the hell do you want?" Spike shrugged and looked around.
"Cozy little nook here, a bloke could stay here all night. But how about you inviting me in?"
"Not a chance." Spike rested his hands down and leaned over, gazing straight at her.
"Buffy, we need to talk."
"So, talk." Spike gave her a cock-eyed glare. Realizing she wasn't backing down, he rolled his eyes upwards dramatically.
"Fine, if you're going to be stubborn about it. Look, I'm sorry about what happened."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't do that." Buffy stood up and walked over to the window ledge, crossing her arms angrily.
"No, I'm serious. Are you sorry that you kissed me or that you left? Because those are two very, very different situations." Spike's blue eyes softened to a deeper shade, as a light smile played adoringly on his features.
"I'm sorry I left, luv. I would never be sorry for kissing you. Not in a million years." Buffy bit her lip to conceal a mirroring smile, before a wave of melancholy anger washed over her.
"Well, maybe you should be." Spike's eyes snapped shut unwillingly at her words.
"Buffy, please..."
"Look, maybe, in a little while, I'll be willing to forgive you. Maybe even explore this...whatever this is. But right now I'm hurt. God, I don't even know why! It's not like I know * you * all that well or anything, its just...I feel like I do. I doubt you could ever understand that-"
"Don't be so sure of that one, luv." Spike managed out, trying to ignore the feeling as though his lifeless heart had imploded within him.
"But I do." She finished softly, "Feel like I know you, I mean. And maybe its just because of our little tentative friendship we had going for a little while, but right now I just- I just need some space."
"Space." Spike repeated.
"Yeah."
"But you're still saying maybe, someday, we could..." Spike motioned wildly with his hands, not wanting to say it out loud, in fear of jinxing the possibility...the possibility they both not only wanted, but needed in order for Buffy's survival.
"Most definitely. And not just someday, but hopefully, someday soon." Buffy felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach, and almost gave up the entire waiting process all together, but she held her guard. Spike ran his tongue over his lips and smiled shakily.
"Good." He whispered. He began to climb down when Buffy reached her hand out to stop him. She brought his face up to hers and softly kissed him, gently...very much reminiscent of their first kiss, Our first * real * kiss Spike noted, after he had refused to give up Dawn to Glory. He cupped her face with his free hand and patted it lightly, before continuing his descent down the Oak tree.
Buffy backed into her bedroom and grabbed her diary, ready to spill out all of the event into writing, but instead opted to just write the one, obvious word that summed up everything
'Someday. '
~
'Jess, you look fine." Willow said, flopping onto Xander's bed exasperatingly. Ooh, Xander's bed... Buffy nodded enthusiastically, as she watched from a large bean bag chair.
"Two very sincere thumbs up." She said, motioning this idea with her thumbs. She sniffed the air and crinkled her nose, "Only...exactly how much aftershave did you use?"
Jesse's eyes widened and he began pacing.
"Oh, no. Oh, no. No! She's gonna think I went overboard! She's gonna be embarrassed to be seen with Jesse-the-Freakish-Shower-Clean-Ocean-Breeze- Hybrid!! I need to take another shower..." He trailed off, darting to the bathroom, only to be stopped by a concerned looking Xander.
"No, no...I'm cutting you off, pal. Five showers is enough for one day." Buffy walked over and patted his shoulder.
"I'm sure it won't be that bad in the Bronze. Plus, I have a very acute sense of smell. Comes with the whole Vampire Slayer package. I'm sure Willow and Xander didn't even notice, right guys?" She said, giving them an extra little look.
"Oh...Oh! No! No! Not at all! Geez, are you kidding?! I didn't notice a thing! Not a thing, ya hear that? She didn't notice a thing! Neither did I, by the way! Hey, no one would ever, ever notice anything! Because there's nothing to notice! I actually thought you should've put more on!" They erupted, moving him slowly away from the bathroom and onto the bed. He stopped them with a wave of his hand and deep sigh.
"Oh, man. I shouldn't have asked out Ambrine Jones."
"You mean Dawn...Jones." Xander replied, an amused smile playing on his lips, "Huh. I never noticed that."
"Huh?" Buffy asked, curling her lip.
"I'm really not sure..." Xander said, confusion suddenly hitting him.
"Whatever. Look, Jesse, you'll be fine. Dawn is a great person and she likes you, trust me. I'm an expert as to how girls act around guys they like."
"You really think she does?" He asked looking up at Buffy with puppy-dog brown eyes.
"Yes." Jesse shook his head.
"God, I don't even understand it. A few months ago, I was all a-go-go for Cordelia Chase, and now I'm going on a date with her former lackey, who up until recently I had always, like, disregarded as an airheaded bimbo. It's just amazing how things can change so suddenly, ya know? It's like, one second you're life is totally normal, everything's always the same, and then something or someone comes into your life and just totally makes everything seem backwards. Maybe I'm just confusing myself..." Buffy flung her arm around her relatively new friend and pressed her forehead against his.
"I have a slight idea where you are coming from, Jesseroo." She said, taking on a new nickname for her friend.
"Jesseroo?"
"Sure."
"Can I call you Bufferoo?" Xander piped up.
"Not if you like your Adam's apple."
~
Jesse walked into the Bronze, pacing his steps, breathing deeply, just as Willow and Xander and Buffy had told him too.
Then he saw her.
Sitting alone, for what must have been the first time in her entire life.
He smiled to himself as he took in her absolute beauty and natural grace. He wondered briefly if she was a dancer, before summoning up all of his courage and walking over to the table. He ducked his head down as he took the seat across from her.
"Hi."
"Hi." She replied sweetly. They both looked down in unison and then back up at each other, laughing nervously.
"You look...breathtaking." He inwardly slapped himself upside the head. Breathtaking?? As Spike would say, you're a bloody imbecile.
"Wow, thank you." She said (luckily) with a pretty blush, "You look nice, too."
"Yeah, thanks. Buffy and Willow helped me get all spruced up. I probably would've shown up in a tux if they hadn't." She laughed and then there was another one of those awkward pauses.
"I really like you." Jesse burst out, after what seemed like 10 minutes of silence, "I just thought I'd get that out in the open."
"Well, I figured that. I really like you, too." Dawn said, smiling and taking his hand. I've always wanted to do that.
"Really?"
"Well, I wouldn't have agreed to go out with you if I didn't."
"That makes sense."
"Yeah." Awkward silence reigned once more.
"So, you wanna make out?" Dawn asked daringly, before clasping her hand to her mouth. He laughed at the expression on her face before dipping his head close to hers and grazing her lips with his with a sort of suavity he didn't know he had.
"Sure." He whispered, before intensifying the kiss.
Dawn was in heaven.
~
Spike was in hell.
Sitting in his sire's apartment, waiting to talk to him so he could begin to map out how he was going to get him to LA by June (which he had no bloody clue how to go about), he thought he'd start out with a nice, long (relatively...he was over his torture days) chat with Angel. The door suddenly clinked open and in walked Angel, who was slumped over solemnly.
"Spike." He stated, with no obvious emotion in his voice.
"'Ello, mate."
"What the hell do you want? And I'm not your mate." This time, there was some very obvious, almost dangerous, anger within the tremors of his voice.
"Felt like a chat is all."
"'A chat?' Spike, I don't want to look at you, let alone have 'a chat' with you."
"Feeling's mutual, mate-"
"I'm * not * your mate."
"It's just we sort of have a common ground. Ya see, we're after the same thing, if you haven't noticed."
"Buffy."
"Ding, ding. Now, you kissed Buffy and I kissed Buffy...now, don't get your knickers all twisty, I'm not done, but Buffy's still confused. However, I know something you don't."
"Oh, really." Angel said, with the surprising drip of sarcasm coming from his mouth.
"I'm serious, mate-"
"I'm NOT your-"
"Don't bloody cut me off! This is * serious *. If you want to protect Buffy, you need to get the hell outta Sunnydale, by at least June. And you have to go to Los Angeles. It's kind of a package deal."
"Of course. And I'll bet it just works out dandily for you."
"Well, yeah, but by the time you leave, I'll be with Buffy."
"You're just as arrogant as you always were, William," Angel sneered, leaning down to speak directly into Spike's ear, "Now, you listen. I'm officially calling war on you. I love Buffy," To this Spike made a little 'pft' sound but waved him forward, "I love Buffy," Angel repeated, "and yes, she may have a slight interest in you, but hear me now, "mate". I am what she's here for. I am the one she's going to want at the end of the day when all you are is a second-rate noble vampire with an outdated look. Oh, and if I ever, ever leave for Los Angeles, Buffy will be coming with me."
"I think that is the most you have ever spoken in an entire sitting." Spike replied, with an aura of both awe and a bit of fright.
"I'm, I'm sorry...I got a little carried away..." Angel muttered, taking on his normal, faraway voice. "Yet I meant every word." He said, his tone of voice the same, but a glint in his eye that gave all the threats in the world in Spike's direction, "Now get out of my home."
"As you bloody wish." Spike said with an eye roll, trying to cover up his shaking hands. It was amazing how even after what both he and his sire had been reduced to, Angel still had a way of activating a fear nerve within him.
Spike sighed and pulled out another cigarette.
This was going to be much tougher than he thought.
~
