Chapter 3 - Wheatabix, Blood and a Blanket
Author's Note: Since it's my fic and I can do whatever the hell I please, I'm changing the timeline in Angel around a little. Fred has already called Willow, who left for LA. Oh, and I have no idea how to spell wheatabix, so that's how I'm spelling it.
Muttering angrily to herself, Buffy threw supplies into a bag. First aid kit, extra bandages, blood. Hmmm, perhaps some wheatabix ... she remembered Giles complaining about Spike's love of wheatabix.
Xander entered the kitchen as she was scrounging about for the wheatabix. So, Buffster, whatcha up to? he said, trying to act nonchalant. Not being able to tell his best friend apart from the source of all evil was bound to make her a bit cranky, he realized. He was sorta hoping she wouldn't mention that.
At the sound of his voice, Buffy looked up, receiving a crack on the head since she had the upper half of her body stuck in a cabinet, looking for those damn wheatabix.
she exclaimed, holding her hand to her head. She turned and glared icily at the carpenter. What I'm up to is getting supplies together. Then I'm going to go back to the cave and help Spike. And Xander, I don't want to hear anything bad come out of your mouth about Spike, got it?
Xander gulped. Angry Buffy could very easily become Violent Buffy. He tried to keep a light tone. So our favorite bloodsucker's OK?
Buffy thought about yelling at Xander for the sarcastic favorite bloodsucker' bit, but instead gave a wry laugh. Well, let's just say it's a good thing he heals quickly. At Xander's confused look, she said Remember how he looked after Glory had fun with him? Xander nodded. He's pretty much like that, only maybe worse. I haven't had a chance to talk to him about it yet, but I believe that, once again, Spike endured torture because of me- us, I mean. To protect us.
She really didn't want to deal with Xander and his close-mindedness... maybe she should talk to Willow. Speaking of which...
Uh Xander, where the hell is Willow?
With a pitiful attempt at being funny, he said, Well, not in hell! At Buffy's annoyed look he quickly continued. Someone from Angel's called. Said they needed her help. That's really all I know.
Buffy was worried. What on earth could be going on there? Well, whatever it was, she would just have to deal with it later.
Right, well then... Just let her know what's been going on when she gets back. I'm leaving to help Spike.
With this statement, she swept past Xander into the living room, grabbing a blanket on the floor, and headed out the door. Xander couldn't help but ask, Uh, Buff? What's the blanket for? As she once again gave him an evil glare, he winced.
For your information, it's in case I feel I need to get Spike out of there during the daylight. What, thought I was falling back on old habits? She paused, thinking. Know what Xander? If I was, it so would not be any business of yours. My life is my life. Stay out of it. She turned away and started off to see to her wounded vampire. She turned around once more though, and said calmly, softly, Spike is a good man, Xander. Try and see that.
He nodded, face serious, and she headed off.