Title: Half of my soul and all of my heart
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and believe me, I really need happy right now ;-)
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Some Angel/Spike interaction, a fight with the Bringers.
Author's note: Whoo-hoo - look at that... another chapter! Originally I wanted to post this yesterday, but fanfiction.net wouldn't work somehow... I'm not sure about the fight scene, I've never written one of those before really. Sorry if it's too lame or something. Oh, and I know there were more than ten potentials on the show. But personally, I think ten is far too much already, and up to "The Killer in me" there weren't that many, were there? And just so you know: there'll be roughly ten more chapters I think, give or take. The end is, if not near, at least coming.
***
After having elaborated on the merits of Weetabix in blood for some time, Spike didn't know what else to say, and so the two vampires followed Andrew and the girls in silence. Every once in a while, one of the girls turned her head to shoot a glance at them. Spike was amused by this, especially when he realized the older vampire got more and more confused by this behaviour.
When they finally reached the supermarket, Angel stopped him. "Spike, why do they keep looking at us?"
He couldn't help laughing at Angel's expression and the worried tone of his voice. "Don't worry, mate, your hair's perfect. Actually," he grinned, "it's probably a bit too perfect."
He obviously still didn't get it. "What are you talking about?"
Oh, how he loved to be irritating. "Well, you might've noticed there isn't too much menfolk around the house."
"So?"
Spike simply raised his eyebrow. Finally, it dawned on Angel. "They think I'm - hot?" he asked, hesistantly but obviously pleased at the thought.
"Now, let's not exaggerate, shall we?" Spike told him. "I said they're more or less deprived of good looking men, seeing as the Watcher's a tad bit too old for them and as I'm not exactly available... and let's not even start to speak of the geek and the whelp."
It took the older vampire a moment to decode that last part of Spike's sentence, but when he did, he couldn't help grin. "I don't even want to know about their reaction to Connor then, I think."
"Well, the Niblet obviously has the hots for him. And he didn't seem too appalled. But then, he's what, 18?" he added, remembering something someone had said about Connor lusting after Cordy as well. And he hadn't seem too put off by the Slayers and any of the potentials as well.
"You mean Dawn is in love with Connor?"
Again, Spike laughed. "You really are a poof, poof. It's not all about love, you know that, right? Hell, you above all should know." Only when he had finished it occured to him that maybe he shouldn't have said that. And the fact that now Angel was eyeing him with a strange expression - guilt? understanding? both? only confirmed his fear. He cleared his throat and nodded in the direction of the door. "Let's follow them, we don't want any of them get lost or hurt, right?"
"Sure," the older vampire replied. But before Spike could actually enter the supermarket, Angel stopped him again. "Spike -" he started, looking at him intently.
"Look mate, it's alright. Let's not bring up things that are - past. Won't make any of this easier, will it? I'm alright with it. Don't get lost on a guilt trip now. Maybe - and that's with a capitel 'm', maybe we can talk about this some other time. When all of this is over. Maybe - if you'll invite me to LA some time, you could buy me a drink and we can get this over with once and for all. Everything. Even the stuff with the hot pokers."
Angel seemed surprised at the trace of guilt mixed into Spike's voice. Well, time he noticed he actually had changed, he thought almost angrily. Then he freed himself from Angel's grip and finally entered the supermarket. "Coming, Peaches?" he called, turning his head.
Satisfied seeing that the other vampire was following him, he went to look for Dawn and the others. And some Weetabix.
***
After they had finished shopping at the supermarket they made their way back, only stopping at the butcher's shop where Spike always got his blood supply. With enough blood to last for at least four weeks - "Better safe than sorry", had been Spike's comment when Angel was paying for the blood, looking not too happy at hearing the sum - and "enough food for an army", Dawn had declared, their short shopping trip could be called successful.
Andrew was carrying three large bags, and he kept on whining about it the whole way back. After a while, even Angel had had enough. When Andrew asked fro the umpteenth time, "Why couldn't we take the car?", he snapped at him, "Because we didn't think of it, right? If you had said something earlier - if anybody had something earlier, we could have taken it. But I'm not sure we would have been able to. You wouldn't have fit into my car, not all of you, and we need to keep all of you safe right now."
"Except for you. Don't see the necessety there," Spike added, looking poignantly at Andrew. Andrew pouted but kept silent as they were trudging along into the direction of the Summers' house. When they turned around the corner of Revello Drive, Angel stopped. "Wait for a moment," he told the others, putting down the bags containing the blood. He gestured to Spike to follow him, and the younger vampire did as he was told, following Angel's example by putting down his bags as well. They slowly walked some more steps until they were able to get a closer look at Number 1630. They could see some dark figures moving about. "Bringers," Spike hissed.
Angel nodded. "What do you think, how many? Ten?"
"Yeah, at least." Spike sighed, looking worriedly at the group they had left behind. "So how do we get them and the food inside?"
"I guess Buffy and the others have noticed them already. We will have to distract them while the others get inside."
"How?"
"I was thinking by hitting them. Any other suggestions?" Anegl looked at Spike, not able to hide a grin. Spike shrugged. "Nah, I'm fine with that."
They both returned to the others. "Listen, looks like the li'l geek here was right," Spike told them. "The Bringers are already there. Now, we need to get you inside. The poof here and I will do our best to distract them." Angel raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but he didn't seem annoyed. "Niblet, I need you to take care of our blood. It's important you get that inside - believe me, you wouldn't want to be around two vampires who're feeling peckish. Soul or no soul."
Dawn nodded. "Sure. I'll take care of it."
Spike smiled at her. "I know you will." She beamed at his praise. Not for the first time that night, Angel looked surprised at how well Spike was dealing with everything. When he noticed that, it was Spike's turn to beam. He wouldn't have thought Peaches would let him play the leader for once. He tried to hide his delight though, and continued. "Now, you'll wait until you feel you can sneak by them more or less undetected."
"When would that be?" Vy asked.
"As soon as you can hear a lot of noise and see a lot of fighting," he told her.
"Oh. Okay."
"Right. You ready, mate?" he asked, looking at Angel. When the older vampire nodded, he turned to Dawn a last time. "Remember-"
"I got it," she interrupted him. "God, you're just like Buffy sometimes." She rolled her eyes at him. He simply shrugged and then off they were going to hit things.
***
Just when they arrived at the front lawn, the door opened and Buffy and Faith rushed out. Angel and Spike went to attack the Bringers who were standing in the proximity of the kitchen, trying to clear a way for the others. While they were fighting, both tried to keep an eye on the others, hoping they would be able to get by. Dawn was the first to run into direction of the house, dodging a blow from one of the Bringer's knife. When she was almost at the door, one of them managed to grab her, but Spike was already there and dragged him away from her. In she went, only to come out again after a couple of seconds, carrying a sword. She positioned herself in front of the kitchen door.
In the corner of his eye Spike could see Buffy and Faith deal with six Bringers at once. It seemed as if there were more than ten after all. Some must have been hiding on the back lawn or something. Now four of the potentials were storming by him, effectively running over one of the Bringers. Well, that was one way of dealing with the nasty little buggers, Spike thought, satisfied. Now there weren't too many left - six more girls, and the geek. He came next, immediately followed by two of the girls. Proudly he noticed how well Dawn was doing - she stood there, fighting and kicking - it was a pity she wasn't chosen. Would've made a great Slayer, that one, he thought to himself.
"Spike," he suddenly heard Angel call, who had been driven into a corner by five Bringers. Spike rushed to his side, knocking one of them out and then grabbing one by his habit, pulling him away from his grandsire. "Thanks," Angel said, and when they were both attacked by the four that were left, they both looked at each other briefly, before turning into game face. For some minutes, they were both lost in the fight. When they had fought them all off, Spike stood there, panting, wiping some blood from under his nose. He looked over to Dawn. "Is everybody in there?" he called.
"Yes!" Dawn replied, while hitting one of the Bringers with her sword on the head. Spike noticed she had a nasty looking scratch on her arm.
"Then what are you waiting for?" he yelled into her direction. "In you go!" He ran over to asist her, and he could sense Angel following him. He pushed Buffy's sisters into the house, not ungently. Still she complained, "Ouch! What did you do that for?"
"Sorry Niblet, was for your own good." He noticed Angel position himself at the kitchen door. At the same moment, he heard Buffy and Faith enter the house and closing the door behind them. Buffy rushed into the kitchen. "Dawn, are you alright?" she asked at the sight of her bleeding sister.
"Yeah, it's just a scratch." Dawn put on a brave smile. Spike knew she wasn't exactly telling the truth, but he wasn't going to ruin that for her. When he walked by her, he told her in a quiet voice, "You did great out there."
"Really?" she asked.
He nodded. "You were amazing." She smiled at the compliment, but then she had to bite her lip because of the pain in her arm.
"You better go over to the living room. Anya'll patch you up." Buffy's eyes suddenly widened when she said that, and she turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Dawn and Spike followed her, leaving Angel to guard the door and Andrew to take care of their supplies. "Remember, take care of the blood," Spike told him on his way out. But his voice sounded nice enough and Andrew simply nodded in reply.
"Anya, Xander, are you alright?" Buffy entered the living room only to find Anya, Xander and Giles sitting on the couch. "You - you never moved during the fight?" she asked, confused.
"We hid behind the desk," Giles confessed.
"Oh," Buffy nodded, relieved. Then she turned to go upstairs and check on Willow and Tara. But Faith already came down the stairs. They're alright. I don't know how, but they actually seem to have slept through all of this. They're still sleeping."
"Good." Buffy sighed. Then she looked outside. "There more of them now," she conceded. "Seems as if Andrew was right about the siege."
"Why don't they just attack us?" Anya wanted to know. "What if they simply blow us up?"
"I guess they won't attack us. They know they wouldn't have a chance. Not with two Slayers and two vampires. And about the blowing up - we just will have to look out for that. We will have to keep watch."
"But why don't we just attack them?" Kennedy asked. "As you said, they wouldn't take a chance."
"Yeah, sure. But what would we do after that?" Faith asked her in return. "The First probably just would send more. Better stay here where we are safe. Plus, we got enough supplies to last us the next two weeks or so, right?" she wanted to know from Spike.
"Suppose so. Think we got all inside fine."
"Wonderful." Giles seemed pleased. "Let's try and look at this from another angle - we will be able to practice extensively now. Both the potentials and Willow and Tara."
"Practice what?" Molly asked in a low voice, turning to Vy who only giggled in return.
Giles cleared his throat. "But Buffy is right - we need someone to keep watch. Maybe two groups of two - one pair for the front of the house and one for the back."
"We'll do it," Buffy said quickly, not giving the potentials a chance to say anything. "I mean - Spike, Faith, Angel and I. The others need to rest. You did enough for one day."
"Right," Giles answered. "I think this is the best solution. Is there anybody with injuries? Come here please!" Buffy, Faith and Spike left for the kitchen as Dawn and two of the potentials went over to Giles to let him patch them up.
"They all did a great job", Faith remarked.
"Yeah." Buffy seemed tired, but obviously tried to pull herself together. "Good news, Angel," she told him in a fake-cheerful voice. "We can stay up all night!"
"Pajama party?" he asked her.
***
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and believe me, I really need happy right now ;-)
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Some Angel/Spike interaction, a fight with the Bringers.
Author's note: Whoo-hoo - look at that... another chapter! Originally I wanted to post this yesterday, but fanfiction.net wouldn't work somehow... I'm not sure about the fight scene, I've never written one of those before really. Sorry if it's too lame or something. Oh, and I know there were more than ten potentials on the show. But personally, I think ten is far too much already, and up to "The Killer in me" there weren't that many, were there? And just so you know: there'll be roughly ten more chapters I think, give or take. The end is, if not near, at least coming.
***
After having elaborated on the merits of Weetabix in blood for some time, Spike didn't know what else to say, and so the two vampires followed Andrew and the girls in silence. Every once in a while, one of the girls turned her head to shoot a glance at them. Spike was amused by this, especially when he realized the older vampire got more and more confused by this behaviour.
When they finally reached the supermarket, Angel stopped him. "Spike, why do they keep looking at us?"
He couldn't help laughing at Angel's expression and the worried tone of his voice. "Don't worry, mate, your hair's perfect. Actually," he grinned, "it's probably a bit too perfect."
He obviously still didn't get it. "What are you talking about?"
Oh, how he loved to be irritating. "Well, you might've noticed there isn't too much menfolk around the house."
"So?"
Spike simply raised his eyebrow. Finally, it dawned on Angel. "They think I'm - hot?" he asked, hesistantly but obviously pleased at the thought.
"Now, let's not exaggerate, shall we?" Spike told him. "I said they're more or less deprived of good looking men, seeing as the Watcher's a tad bit too old for them and as I'm not exactly available... and let's not even start to speak of the geek and the whelp."
It took the older vampire a moment to decode that last part of Spike's sentence, but when he did, he couldn't help grin. "I don't even want to know about their reaction to Connor then, I think."
"Well, the Niblet obviously has the hots for him. And he didn't seem too appalled. But then, he's what, 18?" he added, remembering something someone had said about Connor lusting after Cordy as well. And he hadn't seem too put off by the Slayers and any of the potentials as well.
"You mean Dawn is in love with Connor?"
Again, Spike laughed. "You really are a poof, poof. It's not all about love, you know that, right? Hell, you above all should know." Only when he had finished it occured to him that maybe he shouldn't have said that. And the fact that now Angel was eyeing him with a strange expression - guilt? understanding? both? only confirmed his fear. He cleared his throat and nodded in the direction of the door. "Let's follow them, we don't want any of them get lost or hurt, right?"
"Sure," the older vampire replied. But before Spike could actually enter the supermarket, Angel stopped him again. "Spike -" he started, looking at him intently.
"Look mate, it's alright. Let's not bring up things that are - past. Won't make any of this easier, will it? I'm alright with it. Don't get lost on a guilt trip now. Maybe - and that's with a capitel 'm', maybe we can talk about this some other time. When all of this is over. Maybe - if you'll invite me to LA some time, you could buy me a drink and we can get this over with once and for all. Everything. Even the stuff with the hot pokers."
Angel seemed surprised at the trace of guilt mixed into Spike's voice. Well, time he noticed he actually had changed, he thought almost angrily. Then he freed himself from Angel's grip and finally entered the supermarket. "Coming, Peaches?" he called, turning his head.
Satisfied seeing that the other vampire was following him, he went to look for Dawn and the others. And some Weetabix.
***
After they had finished shopping at the supermarket they made their way back, only stopping at the butcher's shop where Spike always got his blood supply. With enough blood to last for at least four weeks - "Better safe than sorry", had been Spike's comment when Angel was paying for the blood, looking not too happy at hearing the sum - and "enough food for an army", Dawn had declared, their short shopping trip could be called successful.
Andrew was carrying three large bags, and he kept on whining about it the whole way back. After a while, even Angel had had enough. When Andrew asked fro the umpteenth time, "Why couldn't we take the car?", he snapped at him, "Because we didn't think of it, right? If you had said something earlier - if anybody had something earlier, we could have taken it. But I'm not sure we would have been able to. You wouldn't have fit into my car, not all of you, and we need to keep all of you safe right now."
"Except for you. Don't see the necessety there," Spike added, looking poignantly at Andrew. Andrew pouted but kept silent as they were trudging along into the direction of the Summers' house. When they turned around the corner of Revello Drive, Angel stopped. "Wait for a moment," he told the others, putting down the bags containing the blood. He gestured to Spike to follow him, and the younger vampire did as he was told, following Angel's example by putting down his bags as well. They slowly walked some more steps until they were able to get a closer look at Number 1630. They could see some dark figures moving about. "Bringers," Spike hissed.
Angel nodded. "What do you think, how many? Ten?"
"Yeah, at least." Spike sighed, looking worriedly at the group they had left behind. "So how do we get them and the food inside?"
"I guess Buffy and the others have noticed them already. We will have to distract them while the others get inside."
"How?"
"I was thinking by hitting them. Any other suggestions?" Anegl looked at Spike, not able to hide a grin. Spike shrugged. "Nah, I'm fine with that."
They both returned to the others. "Listen, looks like the li'l geek here was right," Spike told them. "The Bringers are already there. Now, we need to get you inside. The poof here and I will do our best to distract them." Angel raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but he didn't seem annoyed. "Niblet, I need you to take care of our blood. It's important you get that inside - believe me, you wouldn't want to be around two vampires who're feeling peckish. Soul or no soul."
Dawn nodded. "Sure. I'll take care of it."
Spike smiled at her. "I know you will." She beamed at his praise. Not for the first time that night, Angel looked surprised at how well Spike was dealing with everything. When he noticed that, it was Spike's turn to beam. He wouldn't have thought Peaches would let him play the leader for once. He tried to hide his delight though, and continued. "Now, you'll wait until you feel you can sneak by them more or less undetected."
"When would that be?" Vy asked.
"As soon as you can hear a lot of noise and see a lot of fighting," he told her.
"Oh. Okay."
"Right. You ready, mate?" he asked, looking at Angel. When the older vampire nodded, he turned to Dawn a last time. "Remember-"
"I got it," she interrupted him. "God, you're just like Buffy sometimes." She rolled her eyes at him. He simply shrugged and then off they were going to hit things.
***
Just when they arrived at the front lawn, the door opened and Buffy and Faith rushed out. Angel and Spike went to attack the Bringers who were standing in the proximity of the kitchen, trying to clear a way for the others. While they were fighting, both tried to keep an eye on the others, hoping they would be able to get by. Dawn was the first to run into direction of the house, dodging a blow from one of the Bringer's knife. When she was almost at the door, one of them managed to grab her, but Spike was already there and dragged him away from her. In she went, only to come out again after a couple of seconds, carrying a sword. She positioned herself in front of the kitchen door.
In the corner of his eye Spike could see Buffy and Faith deal with six Bringers at once. It seemed as if there were more than ten after all. Some must have been hiding on the back lawn or something. Now four of the potentials were storming by him, effectively running over one of the Bringers. Well, that was one way of dealing with the nasty little buggers, Spike thought, satisfied. Now there weren't too many left - six more girls, and the geek. He came next, immediately followed by two of the girls. Proudly he noticed how well Dawn was doing - she stood there, fighting and kicking - it was a pity she wasn't chosen. Would've made a great Slayer, that one, he thought to himself.
"Spike," he suddenly heard Angel call, who had been driven into a corner by five Bringers. Spike rushed to his side, knocking one of them out and then grabbing one by his habit, pulling him away from his grandsire. "Thanks," Angel said, and when they were both attacked by the four that were left, they both looked at each other briefly, before turning into game face. For some minutes, they were both lost in the fight. When they had fought them all off, Spike stood there, panting, wiping some blood from under his nose. He looked over to Dawn. "Is everybody in there?" he called.
"Yes!" Dawn replied, while hitting one of the Bringers with her sword on the head. Spike noticed she had a nasty looking scratch on her arm.
"Then what are you waiting for?" he yelled into her direction. "In you go!" He ran over to asist her, and he could sense Angel following him. He pushed Buffy's sisters into the house, not ungently. Still she complained, "Ouch! What did you do that for?"
"Sorry Niblet, was for your own good." He noticed Angel position himself at the kitchen door. At the same moment, he heard Buffy and Faith enter the house and closing the door behind them. Buffy rushed into the kitchen. "Dawn, are you alright?" she asked at the sight of her bleeding sister.
"Yeah, it's just a scratch." Dawn put on a brave smile. Spike knew she wasn't exactly telling the truth, but he wasn't going to ruin that for her. When he walked by her, he told her in a quiet voice, "You did great out there."
"Really?" she asked.
He nodded. "You were amazing." She smiled at the compliment, but then she had to bite her lip because of the pain in her arm.
"You better go over to the living room. Anya'll patch you up." Buffy's eyes suddenly widened when she said that, and she turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Dawn and Spike followed her, leaving Angel to guard the door and Andrew to take care of their supplies. "Remember, take care of the blood," Spike told him on his way out. But his voice sounded nice enough and Andrew simply nodded in reply.
"Anya, Xander, are you alright?" Buffy entered the living room only to find Anya, Xander and Giles sitting on the couch. "You - you never moved during the fight?" she asked, confused.
"We hid behind the desk," Giles confessed.
"Oh," Buffy nodded, relieved. Then she turned to go upstairs and check on Willow and Tara. But Faith already came down the stairs. They're alright. I don't know how, but they actually seem to have slept through all of this. They're still sleeping."
"Good." Buffy sighed. Then she looked outside. "There more of them now," she conceded. "Seems as if Andrew was right about the siege."
"Why don't they just attack us?" Anya wanted to know. "What if they simply blow us up?"
"I guess they won't attack us. They know they wouldn't have a chance. Not with two Slayers and two vampires. And about the blowing up - we just will have to look out for that. We will have to keep watch."
"But why don't we just attack them?" Kennedy asked. "As you said, they wouldn't take a chance."
"Yeah, sure. But what would we do after that?" Faith asked her in return. "The First probably just would send more. Better stay here where we are safe. Plus, we got enough supplies to last us the next two weeks or so, right?" she wanted to know from Spike.
"Suppose so. Think we got all inside fine."
"Wonderful." Giles seemed pleased. "Let's try and look at this from another angle - we will be able to practice extensively now. Both the potentials and Willow and Tara."
"Practice what?" Molly asked in a low voice, turning to Vy who only giggled in return.
Giles cleared his throat. "But Buffy is right - we need someone to keep watch. Maybe two groups of two - one pair for the front of the house and one for the back."
"We'll do it," Buffy said quickly, not giving the potentials a chance to say anything. "I mean - Spike, Faith, Angel and I. The others need to rest. You did enough for one day."
"Right," Giles answered. "I think this is the best solution. Is there anybody with injuries? Come here please!" Buffy, Faith and Spike left for the kitchen as Dawn and two of the potentials went over to Giles to let him patch them up.
"They all did a great job", Faith remarked.
"Yeah." Buffy seemed tired, but obviously tried to pull herself together. "Good news, Angel," she told him in a fake-cheerful voice. "We can stay up all night!"
"Pajama party?" he asked her.
***