It was another workday at Wolfram & Hart. Fred was working with Knox
on a dew weapon which was half magic and half machine. With one short chant
you could kill a whole bunch of different demons. Lorne was planning the
next party. Wesley was researching a Yurinia demon that had tentacles
coming out of its stomach which was last spotted in the more downtown
district. About Gunn, well he was talking to Eve about his next demon case.
And Spike was in Angel's office chair with his feet on the desk celebrating
the fact that he was corporeal again.
Angel walked into his office. "Spike, get your damn feet off my desk before I-"
"Before you what?" Spike asked. "Hey chap? You seem to forget that this big bad took you on when you tried to steal my Mountain Dew that was supposed to restore my soul, so don't 'before I' me because I'll take you on again!" And as he said that a big grin came over his face.
Spike, which was a pseudonym for his other nickname William The Bloody, was another vampire with a soul, just like Angel (although Spike would never admit to being a thing like Angel.) Angel may be sweet and charming, but he was sort of a loner by nature and pretty broody. Even when Angel has a soul, people just meeting him couldn't tell if he had one or not. Spike isn't as old as Angel, but still was about 100 or more years of age. He killed two slayers before he went to kill Buffy. That was when all the chaos happened. A bunch of military people from the Initiative (Buffy was actually involved with Riley, a member of the Initiative, for about 2 years) captured Spike and put a chip in his head so he could no longer hurt another human. William the Bloody then started to do stuff for the Scooby's for money (Buffy's group that helped her kill demons.) Later on he fell madly in love with Buffy (and while he was still technically evil and was able to attack just her again) went through trials that could've killed him to restore his soul. Buffy admitted to loving him too just before he gave up his own life to save the world using the amulet that Angel gave Buffy. Actually, that amulet was how Spike came back to life. Angel opened up an envelope, and the amulet fell out of it releasing Spike in his ghostly form. Spike himself was quite handsome. He wore the long black leather jacket that used to belong to a slayer that he killed in the 70's. His accent is English, and he always referred himself as the 'big bad.' And big he was, looking about 6 footish, but definitely not as bad as he used to be since he got his soul back. Spike had slicked back blonde hair, and had a long distinguished looking face. When he wasn't being all-sarcastic as usual, he was quite serious and enticing and was more sensitive than no one but Buffy could've actually known. "Spike, get out," Angel yelled. "I have work to do, I don't need your feet on my desk! I actually liked you better when you weren't corporeal, than your feet would've gone through my desk and you would be off bothering Fred to help you and not haunting me as much!" "Now now," Spike said. "Can't we all just get along?" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Buffy walked into Wolfram & Hart. It was huge. It was pretty hard to get into, but somehow she always seemed to manage. She knew that Angel didn't ask her to come, but she had to see it. The slayer looked up. Tons of beings everywhere, some of which were demon, some were human. Some you couldn't tell. Lorne walked up to Buffy, "Hey sweet thing, what can I do for you?"
Buffy never saw Lorne before, and only heard a little bit about him. Angel didn't really talk a lot about his friends, but just enough that when he told her a story she could follow along. "Uh yeah, I'm looking for Angel, could you tell me where he is? Apparently he owns the place now which is really surprising considering he fought against the place for years but.," Buffy started before she realized she was talking too much and cut herself off.
"Whoa whoa whoa, you sound like you know the guy personally! You're sort of throwing me off here! What's your name?"
"Oh me, I'm his friend from Sunnydale, Buffy."
"You're Buffy," Lorne practically shouted out. "The slayer that died twice, and caused two vampires to fall in love with her and destroyed a god and is friends with Willow and who actually killed Angel himself, that Buffy?"
"Boy, for someone I don't even know, you sure know a lot about me!"
" Oh, I'm Lorne, the singing demon!"
"Nice to meet you Lorne!"
"You sure are different from Faith, feisty one isn't she?"
"Yeah, I heard about her threatening Connor! Still, she is a bitch! I guess I shouldn't be saying that, she's staying with me and the other Scooby's!"
"Really? Well you sure are a delight, say hey to her and Willow for me. And hey, who's Connor?"
Buffy felt a pretty embarrassed. That's right, Angel told Buffy about the whole Connor thing and how they don't know about Connor she thought. "Ummm. Oh, he's just an old crabby friend of Angel's, but hey. So you're Lorne. Nice to meet you again, but do you know where Angel is? I don't mean to catch you short or anything but I'm trying to surprise him, I picked up some fresh blood," she said and pulled out a bag of pigs blood from her purse that she got from the butcher shop earlier.
"Oh, I passed his office just up the stairs, I think he's arguing with Spike. As usual!," he grinned. "Well, I have to go, these parties don't make themselves!," He said than walked away.
Buffy stood there looking confused. "Wait. did you say. Spike?" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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"For the last time Spike, get your dead English butt out of my office!," Angel yelled.
"I'm comfy and I haven't finished my morning flask yet!," Spike said with a smile in defense as he pulled his silver flask out of his favorite leather jacket to take a sip.
The office door flew open. "Spike?," the two vampires heard someone whisper. It came from Buffy's lips. She was surprised looking, very shocked. She could feel her arms and legs tense up and the breath practically escaping out of her lungs.
"Buffy? Oh Buffy, I didn't know you were here! Oh Buffy," Spike said in happiness. He rolled over to Buffy still sitting in Angel's chair and hugged her.
"Spike. How did you? When did you?"
"This old chap didn't tell you?" Spike asked. He looked over at Angel. "Geez love, I've been a ghost here since just after the summer, it's just 3 days ago that I got the body!"
"Angel, you didn't tell me?" Buffy said in fury. She tried not to be mad. The man she loved was back. but she used to love Angel too. "How could you not tell me?"
"I was kind of hoping that he'd go away after awhile and not have to worry you, plus." Angel started to say in defense, then he looked at Spike's smirking face. "I don't want to talk about this now Buffy, not while he's around."
"Thanks for sparing us," Spike said. "Buffy, lets you and the big bad go for a little walk. I'll show you around."
Angel watched the two walk out of his office. How could he have not told Buffy? He loved her. He still loved her. Angel knew that the last year or so Buffy and that bastard Spike were intimate and then he got his soul. for her! Angel couldn't compete with that. He could never get intimate with Buffy or he'd lose his soul. And when he did lose his soul he would try to kill her, but when Spike didn't have a soul and could even attack Buffy he wouldn't. He loved her, with or without his soul.
Angel walked into his office. "Spike, get your damn feet off my desk before I-"
"Before you what?" Spike asked. "Hey chap? You seem to forget that this big bad took you on when you tried to steal my Mountain Dew that was supposed to restore my soul, so don't 'before I' me because I'll take you on again!" And as he said that a big grin came over his face.
Spike, which was a pseudonym for his other nickname William The Bloody, was another vampire with a soul, just like Angel (although Spike would never admit to being a thing like Angel.) Angel may be sweet and charming, but he was sort of a loner by nature and pretty broody. Even when Angel has a soul, people just meeting him couldn't tell if he had one or not. Spike isn't as old as Angel, but still was about 100 or more years of age. He killed two slayers before he went to kill Buffy. That was when all the chaos happened. A bunch of military people from the Initiative (Buffy was actually involved with Riley, a member of the Initiative, for about 2 years) captured Spike and put a chip in his head so he could no longer hurt another human. William the Bloody then started to do stuff for the Scooby's for money (Buffy's group that helped her kill demons.) Later on he fell madly in love with Buffy (and while he was still technically evil and was able to attack just her again) went through trials that could've killed him to restore his soul. Buffy admitted to loving him too just before he gave up his own life to save the world using the amulet that Angel gave Buffy. Actually, that amulet was how Spike came back to life. Angel opened up an envelope, and the amulet fell out of it releasing Spike in his ghostly form. Spike himself was quite handsome. He wore the long black leather jacket that used to belong to a slayer that he killed in the 70's. His accent is English, and he always referred himself as the 'big bad.' And big he was, looking about 6 footish, but definitely not as bad as he used to be since he got his soul back. Spike had slicked back blonde hair, and had a long distinguished looking face. When he wasn't being all-sarcastic as usual, he was quite serious and enticing and was more sensitive than no one but Buffy could've actually known. "Spike, get out," Angel yelled. "I have work to do, I don't need your feet on my desk! I actually liked you better when you weren't corporeal, than your feet would've gone through my desk and you would be off bothering Fred to help you and not haunting me as much!" "Now now," Spike said. "Can't we all just get along?" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Buffy walked into Wolfram & Hart. It was huge. It was pretty hard to get into, but somehow she always seemed to manage. She knew that Angel didn't ask her to come, but she had to see it. The slayer looked up. Tons of beings everywhere, some of which were demon, some were human. Some you couldn't tell. Lorne walked up to Buffy, "Hey sweet thing, what can I do for you?"
Buffy never saw Lorne before, and only heard a little bit about him. Angel didn't really talk a lot about his friends, but just enough that when he told her a story she could follow along. "Uh yeah, I'm looking for Angel, could you tell me where he is? Apparently he owns the place now which is really surprising considering he fought against the place for years but.," Buffy started before she realized she was talking too much and cut herself off.
"Whoa whoa whoa, you sound like you know the guy personally! You're sort of throwing me off here! What's your name?"
"Oh me, I'm his friend from Sunnydale, Buffy."
"You're Buffy," Lorne practically shouted out. "The slayer that died twice, and caused two vampires to fall in love with her and destroyed a god and is friends with Willow and who actually killed Angel himself, that Buffy?"
"Boy, for someone I don't even know, you sure know a lot about me!"
" Oh, I'm Lorne, the singing demon!"
"Nice to meet you Lorne!"
"You sure are different from Faith, feisty one isn't she?"
"Yeah, I heard about her threatening Connor! Still, she is a bitch! I guess I shouldn't be saying that, she's staying with me and the other Scooby's!"
"Really? Well you sure are a delight, say hey to her and Willow for me. And hey, who's Connor?"
Buffy felt a pretty embarrassed. That's right, Angel told Buffy about the whole Connor thing and how they don't know about Connor she thought. "Ummm. Oh, he's just an old crabby friend of Angel's, but hey. So you're Lorne. Nice to meet you again, but do you know where Angel is? I don't mean to catch you short or anything but I'm trying to surprise him, I picked up some fresh blood," she said and pulled out a bag of pigs blood from her purse that she got from the butcher shop earlier.
"Oh, I passed his office just up the stairs, I think he's arguing with Spike. As usual!," he grinned. "Well, I have to go, these parties don't make themselves!," He said than walked away.
Buffy stood there looking confused. "Wait. did you say. Spike?" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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"For the last time Spike, get your dead English butt out of my office!," Angel yelled.
"I'm comfy and I haven't finished my morning flask yet!," Spike said with a smile in defense as he pulled his silver flask out of his favorite leather jacket to take a sip.
The office door flew open. "Spike?," the two vampires heard someone whisper. It came from Buffy's lips. She was surprised looking, very shocked. She could feel her arms and legs tense up and the breath practically escaping out of her lungs.
"Buffy? Oh Buffy, I didn't know you were here! Oh Buffy," Spike said in happiness. He rolled over to Buffy still sitting in Angel's chair and hugged her.
"Spike. How did you? When did you?"
"This old chap didn't tell you?" Spike asked. He looked over at Angel. "Geez love, I've been a ghost here since just after the summer, it's just 3 days ago that I got the body!"
"Angel, you didn't tell me?" Buffy said in fury. She tried not to be mad. The man she loved was back. but she used to love Angel too. "How could you not tell me?"
"I was kind of hoping that he'd go away after awhile and not have to worry you, plus." Angel started to say in defense, then he looked at Spike's smirking face. "I don't want to talk about this now Buffy, not while he's around."
"Thanks for sparing us," Spike said. "Buffy, lets you and the big bad go for a little walk. I'll show you around."
Angel watched the two walk out of his office. How could he have not told Buffy? He loved her. He still loved her. Angel knew that the last year or so Buffy and that bastard Spike were intimate and then he got his soul. for her! Angel couldn't compete with that. He could never get intimate with Buffy or he'd lose his soul. And when he did lose his soul he would try to kill her, but when Spike didn't have a soul and could even attack Buffy he wouldn't. He loved her, with or without his soul.