Disclaimer: The typical disclaimer, I own nothing of the kind...
Author's Notes: I am so sorry about the lateness of this update, I've been overcome with business of all sorts. The play that I am in is opening tomorrow night and yeah, been really hectic, not to mention my social life but I'm not going into that, I promise that I will work with this story to get it longer and finish it up. So thank you and please review! Oh! and thanks to all of those who reviewed before! I love you all!
Chapter 14
Angel growled low in his throat as that word spilled out over Buffy's mouth. Spike, why did it have to be Spike? He'd tear him apart in a second, show him who truly was the master around here and who wasn't. "No, Buffy, you don't have anything with Spike. Spike is evil! He'd kill you in a second if he had the chance."
"No, he wouldn't Angel. I've given him the chance, more than once." She pulled her hair aside, revealing the fresh bite mark upon her neck, the one that covered all others, making them invisible. "I let him bite me Angel."
Angel felt as though he would lose it right there, his blood boiled as he looked upon the bite that Buffy displayed so proudly. His voice took a low, menacing tone. "My childe? You let my childe mark you? Drink from you? Claim you? How could you be so fucking stupid Buffy!?"
She glared up at her old love. "I don't know, maybe you could answer that for me, I let you bite me, I let you fuck me, and what did you do? You tried to kill me. At least Spike doesn't try to kill me after we..."
She didn't have time to finish her sentence as Angel's hand slammed across her face. "You whore." With that he left the house, returning to his old mansion for oncoming day.
Spike just sat there in the middle of Caritas, sipping his blood, watching the demons and the humans that frequented this place as he thought over what the Host had told him. Maybe his place was back there. No matter what, the thing was was that he missed her, terribly. Every thought was of her, her blonde hair surrounding her, her soft lips pressed against his, her lithe body fighting, holding onto him and just the things that she did on an everyday basis were all swimming around in his head, driving him to miss her more and more.
The day that he had left, he'd woken up with her in his arms, something that made his heart swell with pride and happiness. He knew that he would never be able to live without her. His mind was made up, he would go back to Sunnydale. But the thought lingered in his thoughts, what if she didn't want him back? What if she was happy without him? And why should he listen to some green demon who most likely didn't know what he was talking about? Why not listen to him?
He only knew one thing. He was being a bloody wanker leaving her there to face Glory alone and he'd been even more of a wanker to leave her the way that he had. How could he go back there now? With nothing? "God, Buffy, I wish that I knew what to do..."
Buffy's hand flew to her face where Angel had let loose his hand upon her, the stinging numbness was already subsiding and all she felt was pain as she felt the skin swell and begin to bruise.
Sitting down she stared off into the blank nothingness. She couldn't do it anymore. No more fighting, no more men, no more life. She couldn't save herself let alone anyone else. Dawn was... Dawn was some mystical key that held the answer to so many locked doors in this universe and in her life. Something deep inside of her told her that she would never be able to save the only sister she would ever know. She thought of Spike as she retreated into herself. Spike always had a way of saying the exact wrong thing, something to pull her out of her hell that she let herself drift into and she would hate him for it, but she would love him for it too. He knew what to do even in the worst moments. "God, Spike, I wish that I knew what to do..."
Angel paced about in his mansion, attempting to blow off steam from his fight with Buffy, unfortunately it wasn't working well for him. His dark hair was slicked back and his white muscle tank clung to his sweaty torso. Taking a moment to stop he settled back onto his feet and sighed.
"Well, well... someone's not a happy vampire. You know, the whole screaming and yelling thing, so sick of it." The woman, dressed in a red leather dress that hugged her curves that could only defined as god-like sat down in Angel's large recliner. "Something tells me that you're just a tiny bit upset with a certain Slayer? Well guess what sweetcakes! I am too. Isn't it just a small world? Now, only problem is that you have this pesky little soul, but I can take care of that, no need to worry. We'll take care of that little blonde and find my key."
Angel went to throw a punch at the woman, but she caught his hand in her grasp, and smiled sweetly at him. "Nope, none of that now. But, be a good boy now while I take care of you. Don't worry, when you wake up, you won't have any of those pesky feelings anymore."
The woman suddenly dived her hands into his chest, a strange glow emanating from the connection between the two. As she pulled away with a slight cry, Angel fell back onto the floor of the mansion and the woman watched as the glow upon her hands dissipated into nothingness.
"Sweet dreams vampy, you're gonna be momma's new pet when you wake up."
"I don't like it. Buffy's been really broody and all lately. It's like she's taking lessons from Angel! We need to get her out, take her to the Bronze for some good times." Xander crossed his arms and looked between Anya and Willow who gave him blank looks.
Anya just shrugged and put away some items on the shelves. "Or we could just get her some orgasms. Spike's available right?"
Willow squirmed in her seat as Xander's face contorted into funny patterns at the notion. "An! Spike is so not Buffy's type. If he even tried anything she'd wipe the floor with him! Number one, vampire, number two, bad hair, number three, it's Spike."
"Well I think that Spike is sexy, all Billy Idol and British and very orgasmical, if I didn't have my Xander, I'd be very much for Spike giving me orgasms. Hell, I bet that if Willow wasn't a lesbian and everything that she'd be up for orgasms from Spike too, right?" Anya looked questioning at the blushing redhead.
"I uh..." She was having way too many talks about sex that included Spike in them lately. "Um..."
"Can I say ew? Not a picture that I need An!" Xander shuddered as the thought entered his head of all his best girls hanging on Spike who was just living it up and... "Can we please stop talking about Spike and yeah... Will? What's wrong?"
"I um... uh... Well um... Anya might have something..."
"See? She agrees, Spike is very orgasmical."
"Not that... I mean he and Buffy..."
Xander and Anya looked at Willow expectantly.
"Well, they kinda, already, um, have had, well, um, something."
"WHAT?" Xander promptly fell over in his chair.
The Host walked back over to Spike's table and sat down next to the vampire. "I thought that I gave you some advice already? Maybe the blonde has just corroded your brain, what little there is left... Look baby cakes, this thing you have going on with this girl, it's the real deal. You're hopelessly entirely head over heels in love with her. So I've got a question, what are you doing here? Not a damn thing I tell you. Angel left her, now it's your turn, and if you want a clue here. Angel's there, he went to go see your girl. He knows that he'll never have another chance with her, that was done with a long time ago when he walked out on her, but you, you have a chance. No get back there already!"
Spike just looked up lazily at the demon in across from him. "Have you ever felt like you needed to be somewhere, but you didn't belong there at all? Well that's how I feel when I'm with her. I love every minute with her, but I don't belong there. I'll never belong there. And sure, I might be a bloody bleedin wanker and sure, I may be love's bitch, but at least I admit it."
"Damnit, get your cute ass up and get back there. Something's going to happen and she's gonna need you. I can't tell you everything you know. Now, if I see you still sitting here in five minutes I'm setting you up for a two hour singing block." With that the Host got up and walked off to go talk with another customer.
Grumbling, Spike collected his leather duster and headed out of the club and to his car, maybe he would head back to Sunnydale, what could it hurt? Besides, if Angel was there, well it would certainly mean a good fight, and a good spot of violence was always a cure for anything.
Author's Notes: I am so sorry about the lateness of this update, I've been overcome with business of all sorts. The play that I am in is opening tomorrow night and yeah, been really hectic, not to mention my social life but I'm not going into that, I promise that I will work with this story to get it longer and finish it up. So thank you and please review! Oh! and thanks to all of those who reviewed before! I love you all!
Chapter 14
Angel growled low in his throat as that word spilled out over Buffy's mouth. Spike, why did it have to be Spike? He'd tear him apart in a second, show him who truly was the master around here and who wasn't. "No, Buffy, you don't have anything with Spike. Spike is evil! He'd kill you in a second if he had the chance."
"No, he wouldn't Angel. I've given him the chance, more than once." She pulled her hair aside, revealing the fresh bite mark upon her neck, the one that covered all others, making them invisible. "I let him bite me Angel."
Angel felt as though he would lose it right there, his blood boiled as he looked upon the bite that Buffy displayed so proudly. His voice took a low, menacing tone. "My childe? You let my childe mark you? Drink from you? Claim you? How could you be so fucking stupid Buffy!?"
She glared up at her old love. "I don't know, maybe you could answer that for me, I let you bite me, I let you fuck me, and what did you do? You tried to kill me. At least Spike doesn't try to kill me after we..."
She didn't have time to finish her sentence as Angel's hand slammed across her face. "You whore." With that he left the house, returning to his old mansion for oncoming day.
Spike just sat there in the middle of Caritas, sipping his blood, watching the demons and the humans that frequented this place as he thought over what the Host had told him. Maybe his place was back there. No matter what, the thing was was that he missed her, terribly. Every thought was of her, her blonde hair surrounding her, her soft lips pressed against his, her lithe body fighting, holding onto him and just the things that she did on an everyday basis were all swimming around in his head, driving him to miss her more and more.
The day that he had left, he'd woken up with her in his arms, something that made his heart swell with pride and happiness. He knew that he would never be able to live without her. His mind was made up, he would go back to Sunnydale. But the thought lingered in his thoughts, what if she didn't want him back? What if she was happy without him? And why should he listen to some green demon who most likely didn't know what he was talking about? Why not listen to him?
He only knew one thing. He was being a bloody wanker leaving her there to face Glory alone and he'd been even more of a wanker to leave her the way that he had. How could he go back there now? With nothing? "God, Buffy, I wish that I knew what to do..."
Buffy's hand flew to her face where Angel had let loose his hand upon her, the stinging numbness was already subsiding and all she felt was pain as she felt the skin swell and begin to bruise.
Sitting down she stared off into the blank nothingness. She couldn't do it anymore. No more fighting, no more men, no more life. She couldn't save herself let alone anyone else. Dawn was... Dawn was some mystical key that held the answer to so many locked doors in this universe and in her life. Something deep inside of her told her that she would never be able to save the only sister she would ever know. She thought of Spike as she retreated into herself. Spike always had a way of saying the exact wrong thing, something to pull her out of her hell that she let herself drift into and she would hate him for it, but she would love him for it too. He knew what to do even in the worst moments. "God, Spike, I wish that I knew what to do..."
Angel paced about in his mansion, attempting to blow off steam from his fight with Buffy, unfortunately it wasn't working well for him. His dark hair was slicked back and his white muscle tank clung to his sweaty torso. Taking a moment to stop he settled back onto his feet and sighed.
"Well, well... someone's not a happy vampire. You know, the whole screaming and yelling thing, so sick of it." The woman, dressed in a red leather dress that hugged her curves that could only defined as god-like sat down in Angel's large recliner. "Something tells me that you're just a tiny bit upset with a certain Slayer? Well guess what sweetcakes! I am too. Isn't it just a small world? Now, only problem is that you have this pesky little soul, but I can take care of that, no need to worry. We'll take care of that little blonde and find my key."
Angel went to throw a punch at the woman, but she caught his hand in her grasp, and smiled sweetly at him. "Nope, none of that now. But, be a good boy now while I take care of you. Don't worry, when you wake up, you won't have any of those pesky feelings anymore."
The woman suddenly dived her hands into his chest, a strange glow emanating from the connection between the two. As she pulled away with a slight cry, Angel fell back onto the floor of the mansion and the woman watched as the glow upon her hands dissipated into nothingness.
"Sweet dreams vampy, you're gonna be momma's new pet when you wake up."
"I don't like it. Buffy's been really broody and all lately. It's like she's taking lessons from Angel! We need to get her out, take her to the Bronze for some good times." Xander crossed his arms and looked between Anya and Willow who gave him blank looks.
Anya just shrugged and put away some items on the shelves. "Or we could just get her some orgasms. Spike's available right?"
Willow squirmed in her seat as Xander's face contorted into funny patterns at the notion. "An! Spike is so not Buffy's type. If he even tried anything she'd wipe the floor with him! Number one, vampire, number two, bad hair, number three, it's Spike."
"Well I think that Spike is sexy, all Billy Idol and British and very orgasmical, if I didn't have my Xander, I'd be very much for Spike giving me orgasms. Hell, I bet that if Willow wasn't a lesbian and everything that she'd be up for orgasms from Spike too, right?" Anya looked questioning at the blushing redhead.
"I uh..." She was having way too many talks about sex that included Spike in them lately. "Um..."
"Can I say ew? Not a picture that I need An!" Xander shuddered as the thought entered his head of all his best girls hanging on Spike who was just living it up and... "Can we please stop talking about Spike and yeah... Will? What's wrong?"
"I um... uh... Well um... Anya might have something..."
"See? She agrees, Spike is very orgasmical."
"Not that... I mean he and Buffy..."
Xander and Anya looked at Willow expectantly.
"Well, they kinda, already, um, have had, well, um, something."
"WHAT?" Xander promptly fell over in his chair.
The Host walked back over to Spike's table and sat down next to the vampire. "I thought that I gave you some advice already? Maybe the blonde has just corroded your brain, what little there is left... Look baby cakes, this thing you have going on with this girl, it's the real deal. You're hopelessly entirely head over heels in love with her. So I've got a question, what are you doing here? Not a damn thing I tell you. Angel left her, now it's your turn, and if you want a clue here. Angel's there, he went to go see your girl. He knows that he'll never have another chance with her, that was done with a long time ago when he walked out on her, but you, you have a chance. No get back there already!"
Spike just looked up lazily at the demon in across from him. "Have you ever felt like you needed to be somewhere, but you didn't belong there at all? Well that's how I feel when I'm with her. I love every minute with her, but I don't belong there. I'll never belong there. And sure, I might be a bloody bleedin wanker and sure, I may be love's bitch, but at least I admit it."
"Damnit, get your cute ass up and get back there. Something's going to happen and she's gonna need you. I can't tell you everything you know. Now, if I see you still sitting here in five minutes I'm setting you up for a two hour singing block." With that the Host got up and walked off to go talk with another customer.
Grumbling, Spike collected his leather duster and headed out of the club and to his car, maybe he would head back to Sunnydale, what could it hurt? Besides, if Angel was there, well it would certainly mean a good fight, and a good spot of violence was always a cure for anything.
