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*~ HMD ~*
~Chapter Two ~
Faith ignored her drink and marched over to the door, where Angelus
and Spike stood. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here," she
demanded, her eyes cold.
"What does it look like," Angelus smirked, checking out a redhead near
the bar.
"You aren't welcome here."
"Aw, is that anyway to treat a friend?"
"Normally, no. But then I guess it's a good thing we aren't friends,
huh?"
Angelus lit a cigarette and studied Faith.
"Now why don't you leave before I get pissed?"
He sighed and looked into a mirror hanging on the wall. "Now, why
would I care how pissed you get," he carefully ran a hand through his
dark, spiked hair.
Faith took a step forward.
**
Buffy watched the display, disgusted. She sighed, threw back the rest
of her drink, and rose from her chair.
"Excuse me," she pushed her way through the crowd to get to the door.
"Well, if it isn't the lovliest of the summers girls," Angelus' voice
was soft, seductive.
She glared at him. "Maybe you should all leave now," she gestured to
the four guys behind him that had just made themselves known.
"Nah, that's ok. We like it here," the blond behind Angelus and Spike
glanced around.
"Well then let me put it to you this way," she forced a saccrine smile
to her face. "Either leave on your own or we'll be forced to kick your
over-gelled asses out of here."
"Well, as much fun as that sounds we'll be leaving now. We have better
things to do with our time," the six of them all turned to go.
"Oh, and Angelus," Buffy's voice stopped him.
He turned quickly, the smirk returning to his face. "Yes?"
She moved closer until her face was inches from his. "You show your
face here again and I'll make sure you *never* have any little puppies.
We clear babe?"
A shocked expression crossed his face. "We'll see," he'd be damned if
he let her know how much she got to him.
She just smiled and walked away.
****
"God, she's such a bitch!"
"Calm down Angelus. If I didn't know you better I'd think maybe you
have a thing for this bird."
"First off, I *don't* feel anything for her and second off, she looks
nothing like a bird."
Spike frowned and rummaged through his pockets for his cigarettes.
"Then why are you acting like a ninny?"
Angelus opened and closed his mouth several times before realizing he
didn't have an answer. "Oh, shut up," he sat down angrily.
***
"Hey chick," Faith announced her presence and sat down beside Willow.
"Oh hey," she looked up startled.
"What? No hug," Faith was amused.
"Um, if you want," Willow hesistantly reached over and hugged her.
Faith smirked. "Still afraid of me? Damn Will, I thought we fixed that."
"Oh we did. Believe me, we did. I-I-I was just thinking about what we should
do."
"Do? About what," Faith was intrigued.
"We-well about our problem named Angelus."
"Oh, that asshole."
"I think I might have an idea."
Faith laughed softly. "Great, what is it?"
"Be patient. You'll find out when everyone gets here," she glanced pointedly over at Faith.
She cursed under her breath.
****
Heather grunted softly and tried to pull her short hair back. "Fuck," she muttered and reached 4 her brush.
"Now is that any way for a lady to talk?"
Heather barely glanced up, "I thought you'd be at the club, Buff."
"Yeah, well," she sighed. "That got boring." She walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Aw, I'm sure it'll pick up soon."
"How can you two be so different and alike at the same time," Buffy's face scrunched in confusion.
"Well, me and Babs are twins. Or did you forget," she made a face.
Buffy picked up a heart shaped pillow and threw it at her.
"Ow."
"That didn't hurt."
"I can still say 'ow' if I want," she stuck her tongue out.
"Brat."
"Skank."
Buffy chuckled and walked out.
****
Liz barged in early the next morning with a notebook in her hand. "Wake up
Sunshine," she jumped lightly on Buffy's bed.
"What," she groaned and covered her head with a pillow.
"I've got news," she sang and waved the folder above the pillow.
Buffy's hand snapped out and grabbed the folder. "Whatcha got?"
Liz laughed and stood up. "Get dressed and come down."
"Damn it."
Liz flipped her reddish-brown hair out of her face and started out the door.
"Oh, and if you go back to sleep we're all gonna come up here and jump on you."
The thought of 15 people jumping on her was more effective than coffee. "I'm up."
****
*~ HMD ~*
~Chapter Two ~
Faith ignored her drink and marched over to the door, where Angelus
and Spike stood. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here," she
demanded, her eyes cold.
"What does it look like," Angelus smirked, checking out a redhead near
the bar.
"You aren't welcome here."
"Aw, is that anyway to treat a friend?"
"Normally, no. But then I guess it's a good thing we aren't friends,
huh?"
Angelus lit a cigarette and studied Faith.
"Now why don't you leave before I get pissed?"
He sighed and looked into a mirror hanging on the wall. "Now, why
would I care how pissed you get," he carefully ran a hand through his
dark, spiked hair.
Faith took a step forward.
**
Buffy watched the display, disgusted. She sighed, threw back the rest
of her drink, and rose from her chair.
"Excuse me," she pushed her way through the crowd to get to the door.
"Well, if it isn't the lovliest of the summers girls," Angelus' voice
was soft, seductive.
She glared at him. "Maybe you should all leave now," she gestured to
the four guys behind him that had just made themselves known.
"Nah, that's ok. We like it here," the blond behind Angelus and Spike
glanced around.
"Well then let me put it to you this way," she forced a saccrine smile
to her face. "Either leave on your own or we'll be forced to kick your
over-gelled asses out of here."
"Well, as much fun as that sounds we'll be leaving now. We have better
things to do with our time," the six of them all turned to go.
"Oh, and Angelus," Buffy's voice stopped him.
He turned quickly, the smirk returning to his face. "Yes?"
She moved closer until her face was inches from his. "You show your
face here again and I'll make sure you *never* have any little puppies.
We clear babe?"
A shocked expression crossed his face. "We'll see," he'd be damned if
he let her know how much she got to him.
She just smiled and walked away.
****
"God, she's such a bitch!"
"Calm down Angelus. If I didn't know you better I'd think maybe you
have a thing for this bird."
"First off, I *don't* feel anything for her and second off, she looks
nothing like a bird."
Spike frowned and rummaged through his pockets for his cigarettes.
"Then why are you acting like a ninny?"
Angelus opened and closed his mouth several times before realizing he
didn't have an answer. "Oh, shut up," he sat down angrily.
***
"Hey chick," Faith announced her presence and sat down beside Willow.
"Oh hey," she looked up startled.
"What? No hug," Faith was amused.
"Um, if you want," Willow hesistantly reached over and hugged her.
Faith smirked. "Still afraid of me? Damn Will, I thought we fixed that."
"Oh we did. Believe me, we did. I-I-I was just thinking about what we should
do."
"Do? About what," Faith was intrigued.
"We-well about our problem named Angelus."
"Oh, that asshole."
"I think I might have an idea."
Faith laughed softly. "Great, what is it?"
"Be patient. You'll find out when everyone gets here," she glanced pointedly over at Faith.
She cursed under her breath.
****
Heather grunted softly and tried to pull her short hair back. "Fuck," she muttered and reached 4 her brush.
"Now is that any way for a lady to talk?"
Heather barely glanced up, "I thought you'd be at the club, Buff."
"Yeah, well," she sighed. "That got boring." She walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Aw, I'm sure it'll pick up soon."
"How can you two be so different and alike at the same time," Buffy's face scrunched in confusion.
"Well, me and Babs are twins. Or did you forget," she made a face.
Buffy picked up a heart shaped pillow and threw it at her.
"Ow."
"That didn't hurt."
"I can still say 'ow' if I want," she stuck her tongue out.
"Brat."
"Skank."
Buffy chuckled and walked out.
****
Liz barged in early the next morning with a notebook in her hand. "Wake up
Sunshine," she jumped lightly on Buffy's bed.
"What," she groaned and covered her head with a pillow.
"I've got news," she sang and waved the folder above the pillow.
Buffy's hand snapped out and grabbed the folder. "Whatcha got?"
Liz laughed and stood up. "Get dressed and come down."
"Damn it."
Liz flipped her reddish-brown hair out of her face and started out the door.
"Oh, and if you go back to sleep we're all gonna come up here and jump on you."
The thought of 15 people jumping on her was more effective than coffee. "I'm up."
****