CHAPTER FIVE
"Another day, another deal." Leila said to herself as she approached the office that Spike had claimed as his own since his 'return'.
Before she could even raise her hand to knock she heard Spike shout, "Come in Leila."
She pushed the door open to reveal Spike sat on the top of the desk holding what appeared to be a glass of whisky in his hand. She took a moment to look him and down, she could see the appeal.
"Good day spike." Leila said with a smile.
"Yeah cut the crap woman do you have what I need?" Spike said in a rather clipped tone.
"Straight to the point I like that but really Spike you should at least pretend that we're friends."
"Why?"
"Good point blondie," She said walking around the room like a predator, "Yes I do have the information you requested."
Spike leant forward to take the file from the woman but Leila moved it out of his reach, "Now, now not so fast."
Anger flared on Spike's face, he was so close and now Leila was about to tell him that there was a condition. Knowing Wolfman and Heart it was going to be a tricky situation, they were evil and he wasn't, any longer.
"Go on then what do you want from me?" Spike asked.
Leila moved behind the desk and sat at his chair, she loved this feeling of power.
"Oh Spikey you're no fun, at had you down for forgetting I was dead and trying to kill me for information," she paused and smiled, "Or at least try and seduce me."
"Sorry love no such luck I only have eyes for one." He said sincerely.
"Oh well then lets get down to business, if I give you this file," She said waving the file across her face, "then I want you to," She paused again for dramatic effect, "to make sure angel knows when you are there."
Spike knitted his eyebrows in confusion that was all she wanted. Then it dawned on him, this deal wasn't about gaining a point for evil it was about Leila getting one over Angel. He suddenly liked the woman more.
"Deal." Spike said, "And Leila you can leave the file and go." He said not even sparring her a glance.
"I hope you get your girl." She said as she left the file and walked from the room, it was the only real thing she really meant during the whole encounter.
~*~
The door slammed and Spike stared down at the file in front of him, he couldn't open it yet. His eyes traced every detail of the cover, the brown of the card, and the white label on the side that read 'Buffy Anne Summer & Friends'.
"Come on Spike this is what you wanted." He said to himself urging himself to open it.
His fingers traced the edge of the card and slid a finger underneath to open it. His eyes met a yellow post it note, 'It's like she wanted to be found' written in Leila's handwriting.
Spike peeled the post it away and let his eyes fall on the information,
'NAME: Buffy Anne Summers
POSITION: Slayer
LOCATION: Cleveland'
Below the vital info that Spike wanted was the tale of how Buffy and her friends had changed the world with the spell to create numerous Slayers. Spike felt his heart jump when he read about his part in the take down of Sunnydale.
'William the Bloody also known as Spike was present during the battle he wore the purifying gem that destroyed the army created by the first.'
To distract himself from the memory of his flesh burning from the inside out he flicked the page to find photographs.
The photographs were from all different times in Buffy's life as a Slayer with the first ones in the pile showing her as a young high school at LA's Hemery high school. Then as he moved down the pile he saw pictures of her now taken after the near end of the world, pictures of not only Buffy but of everyone.
"Now I'm a soddin' poof." Spike noted as tears fell from his face.
~*~
Spike grabbed a few items of clothing and a fistful of blank checks from the Wolfman and Heart checkbook that Angel had foolishly left him for 'emergencies'
"Cleveland here I come." Spike said as he let the door slam behind him.
TBC..
"Another day, another deal." Leila said to herself as she approached the office that Spike had claimed as his own since his 'return'.
Before she could even raise her hand to knock she heard Spike shout, "Come in Leila."
She pushed the door open to reveal Spike sat on the top of the desk holding what appeared to be a glass of whisky in his hand. She took a moment to look him and down, she could see the appeal.
"Good day spike." Leila said with a smile.
"Yeah cut the crap woman do you have what I need?" Spike said in a rather clipped tone.
"Straight to the point I like that but really Spike you should at least pretend that we're friends."
"Why?"
"Good point blondie," She said walking around the room like a predator, "Yes I do have the information you requested."
Spike leant forward to take the file from the woman but Leila moved it out of his reach, "Now, now not so fast."
Anger flared on Spike's face, he was so close and now Leila was about to tell him that there was a condition. Knowing Wolfman and Heart it was going to be a tricky situation, they were evil and he wasn't, any longer.
"Go on then what do you want from me?" Spike asked.
Leila moved behind the desk and sat at his chair, she loved this feeling of power.
"Oh Spikey you're no fun, at had you down for forgetting I was dead and trying to kill me for information," she paused and smiled, "Or at least try and seduce me."
"Sorry love no such luck I only have eyes for one." He said sincerely.
"Oh well then lets get down to business, if I give you this file," She said waving the file across her face, "then I want you to," She paused again for dramatic effect, "to make sure angel knows when you are there."
Spike knitted his eyebrows in confusion that was all she wanted. Then it dawned on him, this deal wasn't about gaining a point for evil it was about Leila getting one over Angel. He suddenly liked the woman more.
"Deal." Spike said, "And Leila you can leave the file and go." He said not even sparring her a glance.
"I hope you get your girl." She said as she left the file and walked from the room, it was the only real thing she really meant during the whole encounter.
~*~
The door slammed and Spike stared down at the file in front of him, he couldn't open it yet. His eyes traced every detail of the cover, the brown of the card, and the white label on the side that read 'Buffy Anne Summer & Friends'.
"Come on Spike this is what you wanted." He said to himself urging himself to open it.
His fingers traced the edge of the card and slid a finger underneath to open it. His eyes met a yellow post it note, 'It's like she wanted to be found' written in Leila's handwriting.
Spike peeled the post it away and let his eyes fall on the information,
'NAME: Buffy Anne Summers
POSITION: Slayer
LOCATION: Cleveland'
Below the vital info that Spike wanted was the tale of how Buffy and her friends had changed the world with the spell to create numerous Slayers. Spike felt his heart jump when he read about his part in the take down of Sunnydale.
'William the Bloody also known as Spike was present during the battle he wore the purifying gem that destroyed the army created by the first.'
To distract himself from the memory of his flesh burning from the inside out he flicked the page to find photographs.
The photographs were from all different times in Buffy's life as a Slayer with the first ones in the pile showing her as a young high school at LA's Hemery high school. Then as he moved down the pile he saw pictures of her now taken after the near end of the world, pictures of not only Buffy but of everyone.
"Now I'm a soddin' poof." Spike noted as tears fell from his face.
~*~
Spike grabbed a few items of clothing and a fistful of blank checks from the Wolfman and Heart checkbook that Angel had foolishly left him for 'emergencies'
"Cleveland here I come." Spike said as he let the door slam behind him.
TBC..