Title: Blood
Summary: Spike and Fred like each other, but Angel doesn't.
Spoliers: None.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
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CHAPTER 1
It was dark out and the moon gleamed on his bleached blonde hair. He wore a light blue sweat shirt, underneath the sweat shirt was a white, short sleeves shirt, and blue jeans. He looked up at the moon and walked quietly up the steps of Angel's house. He knocked on the door 3 times before anybody answered it. A girl with brown hair stood there with her hair pulled back. She had on a white tank top and denim jeans.
"About bloody time!" Spike said to her.
"I am really sorry, we didn't hear you." Fred said, pulling him inside.
"Who is it?" Angel asked, coming from the basement.
"It's Spike." Fred said, looking at him.
Spike looked at her, he didn't know her, how could she possibly know his name? He thought.
Angel just stood there, looking at Spike.
"Come on down." Angel said, growling at him.
Spike followed him down the stairs and looked back at the girl who was going the opposite direction.
"Is that girl coming?" Spike asked him.
"Her name is Winifred, and yeah she is, she just needed to get something."
He looked around him, there was blood everywhere.
"Got it!" She said cheerfully, and looked at Spike who was looking at her.
"What?" She asked, with a cloth and a water bottle in her hand.
He just shook his head and looked at the blood on the wall.
She smiled and looked at Angel and then at Spike.
After a long pause between them, Fred finally spoke.
"You two go upstairs, I can do this by myself."
You clean up all of this blood?" Angel said, jokingly.
She just rolled her eyes and start to clean the floor.
Angel started to walk up the steps, and looked back at Spike who was standing near Fred.
"Are you coming?" Angel asked him.
"Uh, I think I am going to help Winifred here with this." Spike said, looking at her.
Angel sighed and continue to walk up the stairs.
"Why did you call me Winifred?" Fred asked, looking up at him.
Spike looked down at her in confusion. "I thought that is what people call you, that is what Angel told me."
She laughed and stood up. "Only Angel calls me that, everybody else calls me Fred."
He smirked at her. "Oh, well. Do you mind telling me what happen here... Fred?"
She looked into those amazing blue eyes of his and all of the sudden, she wished it would all go away.
"Come on, you can tell me." He said walking a little closer to her.
"What happen? Why is there blood everywhere?"
Tear drops came flowing down her cheeks, and she looked at the floor.
He saw the tears and putted his arms around her.
"It's okay Luv. What you did wasn't that bad."
"I didn't do it." She whisper.
"Well, if it wasn't you, then who was it?" Spike asked, knowing very well who did it.
He close his eyes and wished he hadn't of come. He only came because Angel needed help with something, but he didn't know it was this.
"I think Angel did it." She said, looking up at Spike.
Growling came from above the stairs. They both looked up and saw Angel staring down at them, and eventually he turned and walked away.
At that moment they looked at each other and pulled away.
"Here." Fred said, handing him a cloth from her back pocket. "Your helping me clean up this mess."
He smirked at her and grabbed the cloth from her hand. He bent down and started to scrub the floor with her. He looked at the strand of brown hair that had fallen from her face. He had the urge to put it back in place but instead he went back to scrubbing off more of the blood from the floor.
Summary: Spike and Fred like each other, but Angel doesn't.
Spoliers: None.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
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It was dark out and the moon gleamed on his bleached blonde hair. He wore a light blue sweat shirt, underneath the sweat shirt was a white, short sleeves shirt, and blue jeans. He looked up at the moon and walked quietly up the steps of Angel's house. He knocked on the door 3 times before anybody answered it. A girl with brown hair stood there with her hair pulled back. She had on a white tank top and denim jeans.
"About bloody time!" Spike said to her.
"I am really sorry, we didn't hear you." Fred said, pulling him inside.
"Who is it?" Angel asked, coming from the basement.
"It's Spike." Fred said, looking at him.
Spike looked at her, he didn't know her, how could she possibly know his name? He thought.
Angel just stood there, looking at Spike.
"Come on down." Angel said, growling at him.
Spike followed him down the stairs and looked back at the girl who was going the opposite direction.
"Is that girl coming?" Spike asked him.
"Her name is Winifred, and yeah she is, she just needed to get something."
He looked around him, there was blood everywhere.
"Got it!" She said cheerfully, and looked at Spike who was looking at her.
"What?" She asked, with a cloth and a water bottle in her hand.
He just shook his head and looked at the blood on the wall.
She smiled and looked at Angel and then at Spike.
After a long pause between them, Fred finally spoke.
"You two go upstairs, I can do this by myself."
You clean up all of this blood?" Angel said, jokingly.
She just rolled her eyes and start to clean the floor.
Angel started to walk up the steps, and looked back at Spike who was standing near Fred.
"Are you coming?" Angel asked him.
"Uh, I think I am going to help Winifred here with this." Spike said, looking at her.
Angel sighed and continue to walk up the stairs.
"Why did you call me Winifred?" Fred asked, looking up at him.
Spike looked down at her in confusion. "I thought that is what people call you, that is what Angel told me."
She laughed and stood up. "Only Angel calls me that, everybody else calls me Fred."
He smirked at her. "Oh, well. Do you mind telling me what happen here... Fred?"
She looked into those amazing blue eyes of his and all of the sudden, she wished it would all go away.
"Come on, you can tell me." He said walking a little closer to her.
"What happen? Why is there blood everywhere?"
Tear drops came flowing down her cheeks, and she looked at the floor.
He saw the tears and putted his arms around her.
"It's okay Luv. What you did wasn't that bad."
"I didn't do it." She whisper.
"Well, if it wasn't you, then who was it?" Spike asked, knowing very well who did it.
He close his eyes and wished he hadn't of come. He only came because Angel needed help with something, but he didn't know it was this.
"I think Angel did it." She said, looking up at Spike.
Growling came from above the stairs. They both looked up and saw Angel staring down at them, and eventually he turned and walked away.
At that moment they looked at each other and pulled away.
"Here." Fred said, handing him a cloth from her back pocket. "Your helping me clean up this mess."
He smirked at her and grabbed the cloth from her hand. He bent down and started to scrub the floor with her. He looked at the strand of brown hair that had fallen from her face. He had the urge to put it back in place but instead he went back to scrubbing off more of the blood from the floor.
