Ignore Me Not
by jessebelle
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot
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Chapter Ten: I'm Not A Vampire!!!
Angel slammed Spike up against the wall. He was just about to drive the sake home when a groggy, panicked voice halted his aim.
"Angel, No!" The aforementioned vampire turned to see the reason for his fury on the couch, just waking up. He kept his hold on Spike.
Cordelia came out of the office, Doyle followed. She cast a sad, yet weary glance at Willow, then gave her full attention to Angel. "I called, but no one answered. I left a message on Giles' machine. I'm guessing that everyone in Sunnydale is already looking for her."
"What! You guys called Sunnydale! Cordelia, I'm not a vampire."
The cheerleader turned around. "Like hell you aren't. Unfortunately your soul is lost so we might have to stake you. But you aren't Willow, you're a demon that stole my friends' body. So quit lying, I work for a vampire for a living and I know vampires."
"Cordelia, you don't understand. Angel, put Spike down!" Angel had been getting ready to stake Spike again. She got up off the couch, fully awake now, and walked over to the two vampires. She took Angel's arm and slowly pulled it down, the strength spell she had done was still in place. She then separated the two vampires.
"Thanks Red. Now if this Poof will listen."
Angel opened his mouth to argue, but quickly closed it. "Fine, what am I listening to?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Shhhhh."
Willow, Cordy, and Doyle didn't know what they were doing. Then Angel heard it. A 'thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.' Using his vampire hearing he could identify three steady heartbeats. He dropped the stake and pulled Willow into his arms. He didn't think he had ever been this happy in his entire life and at the moment becoming Angelus didn't cross his mind. He swung her around making his coworkers give him weird looks. Spike just shook his head in amusement.
Willow was in shock, but after a moment she smiled, then chuckled, then she was full out laughing. Angel finally put her on the ground. She calmed down and pulled the souled vampire into a hug. "I was trying to tell you. It was a joke. Spike's idea. I used a spell to mask my heartbeat and give me some extra strength. Spike had the clothes and the rest was my brilliant acting."
Angel didn't even care that it had been a joke and that he should be mad. It had been too much of a scare and knowing that Willow was alive was a big reassurance. He'd probably have to yell at her later.
Cordelia listened to the red head's explanation and after being shocked, went and pulled Willow into a hug out of Angel's arms. "Oh my god, Willow, I'm so sorry. I'd never really stake you and I was going to curse you to be like brood boy over there, oh I'm so sorry."
Willow just shook her head. She should be the one apologizing, not Cordy. "Cordy, don't worry about it. You couldn't get my soul because I still had mine. It's no big deal. But I hope you would stake me if I was a vampire. You guys should be mad at me for making you think I was dead. I never should have let Spike talk me into this but he said you guys thought I was innocent and Iwas trying to prove you all rong and now I'm acting like a skanky ho. Bad Willow and now I'm babbling and I do that and hi, I'm Willow, you must be Doyle."
She held her hand out to the half demon that was staring at her in awe. He never thought a human could say all that in one breath. He slowly took her hand and nodded. Willow turned to Cordelia. "I thought you said he never usually shuts up. Why isn't he talking, am I that scary?" Willow looked down at the outfit from Spike and gave a yelp. "Oh, look at those. Spike, you never told me I looked this bad." She yelled at the blond vampire that had been watching everything in amusement, but upon hearing her command he, like all of the other males in the office had looked at her breasts. Suffice to say he wasn't listening to her yelling.
"Red, you defiantly look fine. In fact, I think you should dress like this from now on. You agree with me, don't you Peaches?"
Angel realized what he was doing and snapped his head up to a now blushing Willow. Before he could think of what he was saying though, he answered Spike's question. "Definitely, in fact, use my credit card. You definetly need more leather in your wardrobe." He had even dug his credit card out of his pocket. He held it out to Willow, who refused, but Cordelia took it, stuffed it in her pocket, then shook her boss out of his drooling.
"Angel, snap out of it. Doyle, put your tongue back in. Spike, give me your duster."
"What? Why?"
Cordelia rolled her eyes and spoke like she was explaining something to a child. "So Willow can cover up until we get her some clothes. Honestly, you guys are acting like you've never seen a girl before." Spike reluctantly handed over his beloved duster to Cordy, who took it and gave it to Willow, who accepted it gratefully. "Thank you."
Angel had finally gotten his thoughts together and looked quizzically at Spike. "Hey, wait a minute. Willow, why would you listen to anything that Spike told you to do? You know better than that. And why were you with him?" He was definetly confused.
Cordelia looked around at everyone and decided they should at least be comfortable as they explained to Angel. "Hey boss, why don't we go downstairs in your apartment so we can sit down. It's going to be a long story. And I've got a few questions myself." She gave Willow a pointed look.
Sensing that this had nothing really to do with him, and just wanting to get drunk, Doyle grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. "Angel, I think I'm going to go home. It's been a weird night. Willow, nice meeting you. Spike, go get staked. Bye Angel, Princess." He nodded his head and left the foursome.
by jessebelle
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot
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Chapter Ten: I'm Not A Vampire!!!
Angel slammed Spike up against the wall. He was just about to drive the sake home when a groggy, panicked voice halted his aim.
"Angel, No!" The aforementioned vampire turned to see the reason for his fury on the couch, just waking up. He kept his hold on Spike.
Cordelia came out of the office, Doyle followed. She cast a sad, yet weary glance at Willow, then gave her full attention to Angel. "I called, but no one answered. I left a message on Giles' machine. I'm guessing that everyone in Sunnydale is already looking for her."
"What! You guys called Sunnydale! Cordelia, I'm not a vampire."
The cheerleader turned around. "Like hell you aren't. Unfortunately your soul is lost so we might have to stake you. But you aren't Willow, you're a demon that stole my friends' body. So quit lying, I work for a vampire for a living and I know vampires."
"Cordelia, you don't understand. Angel, put Spike down!" Angel had been getting ready to stake Spike again. She got up off the couch, fully awake now, and walked over to the two vampires. She took Angel's arm and slowly pulled it down, the strength spell she had done was still in place. She then separated the two vampires.
"Thanks Red. Now if this Poof will listen."
Angel opened his mouth to argue, but quickly closed it. "Fine, what am I listening to?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Shhhhh."
Willow, Cordy, and Doyle didn't know what they were doing. Then Angel heard it. A 'thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.' Using his vampire hearing he could identify three steady heartbeats. He dropped the stake and pulled Willow into his arms. He didn't think he had ever been this happy in his entire life and at the moment becoming Angelus didn't cross his mind. He swung her around making his coworkers give him weird looks. Spike just shook his head in amusement.
Willow was in shock, but after a moment she smiled, then chuckled, then she was full out laughing. Angel finally put her on the ground. She calmed down and pulled the souled vampire into a hug. "I was trying to tell you. It was a joke. Spike's idea. I used a spell to mask my heartbeat and give me some extra strength. Spike had the clothes and the rest was my brilliant acting."
Angel didn't even care that it had been a joke and that he should be mad. It had been too much of a scare and knowing that Willow was alive was a big reassurance. He'd probably have to yell at her later.
Cordelia listened to the red head's explanation and after being shocked, went and pulled Willow into a hug out of Angel's arms. "Oh my god, Willow, I'm so sorry. I'd never really stake you and I was going to curse you to be like brood boy over there, oh I'm so sorry."
Willow just shook her head. She should be the one apologizing, not Cordy. "Cordy, don't worry about it. You couldn't get my soul because I still had mine. It's no big deal. But I hope you would stake me if I was a vampire. You guys should be mad at me for making you think I was dead. I never should have let Spike talk me into this but he said you guys thought I was innocent and Iwas trying to prove you all rong and now I'm acting like a skanky ho. Bad Willow and now I'm babbling and I do that and hi, I'm Willow, you must be Doyle."
She held her hand out to the half demon that was staring at her in awe. He never thought a human could say all that in one breath. He slowly took her hand and nodded. Willow turned to Cordelia. "I thought you said he never usually shuts up. Why isn't he talking, am I that scary?" Willow looked down at the outfit from Spike and gave a yelp. "Oh, look at those. Spike, you never told me I looked this bad." She yelled at the blond vampire that had been watching everything in amusement, but upon hearing her command he, like all of the other males in the office had looked at her breasts. Suffice to say he wasn't listening to her yelling.
"Red, you defiantly look fine. In fact, I think you should dress like this from now on. You agree with me, don't you Peaches?"
Angel realized what he was doing and snapped his head up to a now blushing Willow. Before he could think of what he was saying though, he answered Spike's question. "Definitely, in fact, use my credit card. You definetly need more leather in your wardrobe." He had even dug his credit card out of his pocket. He held it out to Willow, who refused, but Cordelia took it, stuffed it in her pocket, then shook her boss out of his drooling.
"Angel, snap out of it. Doyle, put your tongue back in. Spike, give me your duster."
"What? Why?"
Cordelia rolled her eyes and spoke like she was explaining something to a child. "So Willow can cover up until we get her some clothes. Honestly, you guys are acting like you've never seen a girl before." Spike reluctantly handed over his beloved duster to Cordy, who took it and gave it to Willow, who accepted it gratefully. "Thank you."
Angel had finally gotten his thoughts together and looked quizzically at Spike. "Hey, wait a minute. Willow, why would you listen to anything that Spike told you to do? You know better than that. And why were you with him?" He was definetly confused.
Cordelia looked around at everyone and decided they should at least be comfortable as they explained to Angel. "Hey boss, why don't we go downstairs in your apartment so we can sit down. It's going to be a long story. And I've got a few questions myself." She gave Willow a pointed look.
Sensing that this had nothing really to do with him, and just wanting to get drunk, Doyle grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. "Angel, I think I'm going to go home. It's been a weird night. Willow, nice meeting you. Spike, go get staked. Bye Angel, Princess." He nodded his head and left the foursome.