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Summary:...Has anyone got any Dr. Pepper? I'm thirsty...
(Continued from before ---- Isn't it great when people just don't start a completely different angle without any continuity? Yeah, that was a hit at Joss. ))
Oh and..oops my bad...I just noticed a mistake in the other one . . . glares at myself...oh wait . . . Liz should be on more P
Chapter Six
"Someone help," a frantic girl ran in, pushing her way past people.
"What is it," Faith snapped.
"There's a fight outside!"
The girls gave up their glaring contest with Buffy to deal with the commotion.
Faith swore under her breath and turned to back, "You comin' B?"
"I'll catch up."
Faith shrugged and turned to leave, but stopped to wait by a cement column nearby.
Buffy lowered her head to Angelus' neck and nibbled. "So tell me," she whispered into his ear. "Do you want me?"
He would have laughed at the idea of not wanting her if he could get his vocal cords to work. He settled for nodding and stared at her with glazed eyes.
"Hmm," she blew into his ear. "You know . . . I do know the affect I have on you," she chuckled at the absurdity of the moment. He was supposed to be resisting more, not holding onto her with a death grip.
"You can probably feel it," he murmured.
"True," she smirked. She licked her lips and looked him in the eye. "Do you wanna know what I think," she paused for a moment. "I think you are incredibly foolish. You're just another pawn . . . A toy for me to play with." Her smirk returned with his incredulous look. "I'll never want you, have feelings for you, or any of the other little perverse thoughts you have in your mind," she trailed a finger lightly from his temple down. "Unless of course hell freezes over, the sun disappears and some psychotic vampire with severe back issues prances around my living room while strange, bratty children whine constantly. Have a nice night." She moved to get up.
"Where do you think you're off to," his tone was cold.
"Away from you," she struggled to free herself.
"You really think it's that simple?"
She dug her fingernails into his forearm. "Yes . . . it is. And I meant it when I told you to stay away from here . . . now I'm including my girls. Don't ever come around me again," she pulled away from him and moved to join Faith.
"Damn, B, that was frosty," Faith grinned. "It's been a while since I've seen that kind of venom from you. Almost forgot the kitten's got fangs."
They shared a laugh but turned serious when they got to the door, ready to break up whatever was happening outside.
The others had left Ryan with the group alone. The kid's gun seemed to be staring blankly at him.
"What the hell is this," Ryan raised an eyebrow. "You don't even look like you've been through puberty yet and you're trying to intimidate me?"
"Shows you. We've all been through puberty," the leader was quick to defend himself.
"Um . . . not all of us," a blond beside him stated.
"Oh right, sorry Johnny."
Ryan laughed uncontrollably. "Well, this is bloody priceless. A gaggle of fourteen year olds trying to start something with people they know can kick their asses."
Uncertainty took over the greasy boy. "Well . . . "
"Yeah, see, you really shouldn't be trying to fuck with us. Unless you're into that kind of thing, but I can tell you that the rest of us aren't," Ryan tried to stop laughing long enough to breath. Hiccups just weren't sexy to many girls.
At their silence, Ryan continued, almost sympathetic. "Why don't you leave and never show your faces around here and we won't tell anyone about this."
The kids shared a look then turned the other way and left.
"Poor kids."
Ryan started when he saw most of the enemy standing in front of him. "Oh . . . hi?"
They stared at him. "What was that about," Liz lifted an eyebrow.
"Uh . . . nothing?"
"Guys, we're leaving," Buffy announced, coming through the door with Faith on her right.
The girls ran to follow.
"God . . . they're so whipped," Ryan scoffed in disgust.
"We're going," Angelus growled, shuffling through the door.
"Ok," Ryan trailed after him like a puppy.
"What's happenin'," Spike asked, lighting a cigarette and taking in Angelus' glower.
"What ever do you mean Spikey?"
"What's Fluffy done now," the resignation in his voice obvious.
"She's a fucking tease. That's what she's done now."
"She's a bitch," Spike agreed.
"No shit," Angelus downed a glass of scotch.
"She's really gotten under your skin hasn't she? And to think it only took one night. What'd she say," curiosity got the best of him.
"That I'm just a toy of hers to play with," Angelus answered morosely.
"No wonder you're so bitter."
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't try to help."
Throughout the car ride home, Buffy had been silent.
"What's on your mind," Faith asked, sparing the road a glance to give Buffy a sideways look.
A tiny smile settled on Buffy's lips. "Nothing."
"Ooh it's about Angelus isn't it?"
"No! Well, maybe a lit- NO!"
"Oh c'mon B, no one else is in the car, you can admit the truth."
She lifted a hand to her mouth. "It's nothing. Really."
"Sure B. I'll buy that...for now."
There's no vacancy in paradise.-
"What the HELL was up with you at the club," Kendra's voice carried easily through the room.
"Just a lesson. And don't yell at me...it was you're," she gestured to everyone else, "plan."
"What's your lesson," Heather asked, her brown eyes bright with pent-up laughter.
"Keep your enemies guessing. Did he know I'd do that? No. And do you know why?"
"Why," Fred took out a notepad.
"Because when you have the element of surprise on your side...how can he know?"
"That's lesson number three hundred, children. If you need me, I'll be napping," Buffy said as she stalked out of the room.
Faith followed her. "There's something bothering you isn't there?"
Buffy paused on the third step, "What would you say if I told you a tiny bit of what I told Angelus was a lie?"
"Which part?"
"The part where I said I could never feel anything for him. If he'd keep his mouth shut he'd be so much more likable."
Faith laughed and went back into the living room. " 'Night B."
" 'Night."