Chap 9
As soon as Willow arrived at the hospital Angel finally left her bedside. She was stable but still critical; the knife had pieced some of her vital organs.
"W-Where are you going?" Willow spoke quietly, tears stained her cheeks.
"Something I've got to do." Angel replied solemnly.
Willow looked down and saw Angel's hands balled into fists and he was shaking. "You shouldn't be going anywhere."
"This won't take long."
Angel turned and kissed Buffy lightly on the head before turning and leaving the room, his heart set on finding Spike.
******
Four hours later and Angel still hadn't found him. He had trawled around every dodgy bar her could think of, all the time he was looking for platinum blonde hair.
Finally he gave up and went into the nearest club, he desperately needed a drink.
"Can I have a beer." Angel grunted at the barman.
"Sure."
Angel paid the man, and leant against the bar scanning the crowd unconsciously. Then he saw it.
A faint glimmer of bleach blonde hair in the distance. Angel made a run through the crowds, pushing people left and right till finally he saw him, dancing with a whore who was grinding her body into his.
Angel came from behind and grabbed hold of the collar of Spike's leather duster and started dragging him towards the door. "Hey!" He heard Spike.
"Shut up." Angel mumbled back.
The crowds parted as they watched this odd scene. There Angel went, flinging Spike in front of him and pushing him towards the door. The air was cool outside but neither man noticed it, one was intent on killing, the other just wanted to run.
"Angel."
Punch. Blood started to drizzle from Spike's nose.
"I'm sorry."
Punch. A cut appeared on Angel's eyebrow.
"We don't need to do this."
Punch. "Yes we do." Angel punched him in the ribs this time, causing Spike to double over in pain.
"Poor Spikey, all defenceless and innocent. Full of fucking apologies now aren't you." Spike received a crippling kick from Angel.
"You always want what you can't have, or more to the point, you want what I have." Angel watched as Spike tried to stand.
"She wasn't yours Angel, she was the one who kissed me first." Liar.
Angel felt a new surge of jealousy. With one movement he had spike pinned up against the brick wall, his arm placed across Spike's throat restricting his breathing.
"Liar."
Spike looked back, his face had turned red as he started to struggle for air. He kicked out with his legs, catching Angel in the knee, causing him to loosen his grip. Spike started making a run for it.
But he didn't get far.
Angel took up the chase but had caught up with Spike before he realised. Battered, bruised and broken, Spike finally gave up. He dropped to his knees in front of Angel.
He looked up, his blue eyes pleading with Angel to stop the pain. Angel let out a laugh.
"Look at yourself Spike, once you were a fine man, a decent man and now look at you. Attempted rape, attacks and now stabbings, your pathetic." Angel turned his back to leave and Spike hung his head low.
"Oh, Spike?" Angel called into the darkness. "This is from Buffy." He spun high, catching Spike's head with the end of his foot.
Spike fell like a rock. His head made an ear splitting sound as it hit the concrete pavement, his eyes rolled back in his head as he blacked out.
Angel walked off into the darkness without another look at the bloodied body he had left in the alleyway.
******
White. There was white everywhere. Buffy opened her eyes and heard the distant Beep Beep of the heart monitors. Faintly she could see the ceiling, its bright white tiles shocked her.
"Buffy?" She heard the female voice next to her.
"Willow?" She weakly replied.
"Hang on I'll get a doctor."
Buffy lay completely still, her ribs ached and she felt like she had no legs. Everything was so numb. A hand touched hers and she turned her head in its direction and smiled.
"Angel." She sighed as he kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"Hey baby, how you doing?" He asked, concern lighted his dark eyes.
"Kinda numb and achy." She screwed up her face in pain.
She heard a rush of noise on the other side and turned to face it. A man was being carted into the same room, doctors ran left and right of him, and blood stained the white sheets.
Yet there was something familiar about him. Something that Buffy couldn't quite make out.
Suddenly she made a grab for Angel, letting out a small whimper of pain as she did so. That man, she knew how she knew him, his unmistakable platinum hair shone in the white room. It was Spike.
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As soon as Willow arrived at the hospital Angel finally left her bedside. She was stable but still critical; the knife had pieced some of her vital organs.
"W-Where are you going?" Willow spoke quietly, tears stained her cheeks.
"Something I've got to do." Angel replied solemnly.
Willow looked down and saw Angel's hands balled into fists and he was shaking. "You shouldn't be going anywhere."
"This won't take long."
Angel turned and kissed Buffy lightly on the head before turning and leaving the room, his heart set on finding Spike.
******
Four hours later and Angel still hadn't found him. He had trawled around every dodgy bar her could think of, all the time he was looking for platinum blonde hair.
Finally he gave up and went into the nearest club, he desperately needed a drink.
"Can I have a beer." Angel grunted at the barman.
"Sure."
Angel paid the man, and leant against the bar scanning the crowd unconsciously. Then he saw it.
A faint glimmer of bleach blonde hair in the distance. Angel made a run through the crowds, pushing people left and right till finally he saw him, dancing with a whore who was grinding her body into his.
Angel came from behind and grabbed hold of the collar of Spike's leather duster and started dragging him towards the door. "Hey!" He heard Spike.
"Shut up." Angel mumbled back.
The crowds parted as they watched this odd scene. There Angel went, flinging Spike in front of him and pushing him towards the door. The air was cool outside but neither man noticed it, one was intent on killing, the other just wanted to run.
"Angel."
Punch. Blood started to drizzle from Spike's nose.
"I'm sorry."
Punch. A cut appeared on Angel's eyebrow.
"We don't need to do this."
Punch. "Yes we do." Angel punched him in the ribs this time, causing Spike to double over in pain.
"Poor Spikey, all defenceless and innocent. Full of fucking apologies now aren't you." Spike received a crippling kick from Angel.
"You always want what you can't have, or more to the point, you want what I have." Angel watched as Spike tried to stand.
"She wasn't yours Angel, she was the one who kissed me first." Liar.
Angel felt a new surge of jealousy. With one movement he had spike pinned up against the brick wall, his arm placed across Spike's throat restricting his breathing.
"Liar."
Spike looked back, his face had turned red as he started to struggle for air. He kicked out with his legs, catching Angel in the knee, causing him to loosen his grip. Spike started making a run for it.
But he didn't get far.
Angel took up the chase but had caught up with Spike before he realised. Battered, bruised and broken, Spike finally gave up. He dropped to his knees in front of Angel.
He looked up, his blue eyes pleading with Angel to stop the pain. Angel let out a laugh.
"Look at yourself Spike, once you were a fine man, a decent man and now look at you. Attempted rape, attacks and now stabbings, your pathetic." Angel turned his back to leave and Spike hung his head low.
"Oh, Spike?" Angel called into the darkness. "This is from Buffy." He spun high, catching Spike's head with the end of his foot.
Spike fell like a rock. His head made an ear splitting sound as it hit the concrete pavement, his eyes rolled back in his head as he blacked out.
Angel walked off into the darkness without another look at the bloodied body he had left in the alleyway.
******
White. There was white everywhere. Buffy opened her eyes and heard the distant Beep Beep of the heart monitors. Faintly she could see the ceiling, its bright white tiles shocked her.
"Buffy?" She heard the female voice next to her.
"Willow?" She weakly replied.
"Hang on I'll get a doctor."
Buffy lay completely still, her ribs ached and she felt like she had no legs. Everything was so numb. A hand touched hers and she turned her head in its direction and smiled.
"Angel." She sighed as he kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"Hey baby, how you doing?" He asked, concern lighted his dark eyes.
"Kinda numb and achy." She screwed up her face in pain.
She heard a rush of noise on the other side and turned to face it. A man was being carted into the same room, doctors ran left and right of him, and blood stained the white sheets.
Yet there was something familiar about him. Something that Buffy couldn't quite make out.
Suddenly she made a grab for Angel, letting out a small whimper of pain as she did so. That man, she knew how she knew him, his unmistakable platinum hair shone in the white room. It was Spike.
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