Author's note- I'm gonna pretend that while it's season 4 for BtVS in this
fic, it's really season 2/3 on Angel.
Chapter 13
Riley's Dorm
"Hey shotgun. Where ya been?" Faith asked in a coquettish voice.
"Not now, Faith. They're gone." he said, his voice full of frustration.
"What?"
"Buffy, the vampire, her friends, Giles, they're all gone- not at his apartment, dorms, her house..."
"Well, I say party all around. What exactly is the problem? Now the only Slayer you haveta worry 'bout is me." she said as she got up and walked towards him seductively.
"No, you don't understand. Professor Walsh says-"
"God, what is with you and that old bag? All I here is 'Professor Walsh' this and 'Professor Walsh' that. What is she, your keeper? And when ya do take a breather from quoting the 'Almighty' Walsh, all you talk about is Buffy!" she yelled.
"Look, they were a very important study. I mean, a vampire that can go out into the sun for christ sakes! And Buffy with her demon child?! How can we possibly ignore that?" he said, trying desperately to reason with her.
"Oh, I think that should be very easy..." she said as she cupped his groin.
"Faith, I thought you would be more than happy at bringing them down." he said in a husky voice, all the while attempting to keep his thoughts focused.
"Well right now, I'm more concerned with bringing someone else down..."
It took Riley a moment before he righted himself and pushed her away again.
"No, business now. Professor Walsh would not be pleased. This is a business, Faith. And I have to do my job. It's expected of me. Maggie trusts me to do my assignment. And I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait." he said with a pleading look of understanding on his face.
Faith just sneered at him, feeling disgusted with herself for feeling anything for him at all. He was just a live vibrator after all.
"Yea, right. You know what, I'm tired of playing second fiddle to those two bitches. See ya around, soldier." she said as she spun quickly on her heel.
"But Faith-" he started as he grabbed her arm.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled as she knocked him into the wall and ran off. Riley let out a large sigh as he contemplated his days events. He couldn't find the hostile, the slayer, and worst of all, Faith had run out on him. On top of that, Maggie would have his head.
"Damn." he muttered as he finally went after his dark angel.
The Hyperion
"Hello, Peaches. Glad to see- ow! Bloody hell, you ponce!" Spike yelled in outrage. As soon as he came through the door, Angel punched him in the nose. After righting himself, Spike immediately returned the favor.
"Hey, hey! Stop it. Angel, Spike, stop it." How does he already know about us? Buffy thought as she stepped between them. Which was a bold move, considering.
"Oh, sorry, I've just been in a foul... Buffy, what happened?" Angel said as he stared intensely at her belly. The broodiness was now on full overload.
"Well, gee, and you'd think something like that would be obvious." Spike said sarcastically.
"So, you don't know the story?" Angel slowly shook his head at her and eyed her in confusion.
"Well, then why did you hit Spike?"
"Well, cause it's Spike and I was angry. And why did you think I hit Spike?"
"Hey Angel, what's all the - geez, Buffy? Oh god, you're - Spike?! What the hell are you doing here?!" Cordelia said as she glanced wide eyed at them.
"Hey, Cordy. How ya been?" Buffy asked nonchalantly.
"Fine, and what have you been up to? Or whom?" she returned.
"Yeah, Buffy. Care to explain your condition and why you decided to drop by with the bleach wonder no less?"
"Sure, fine, but cliff's note version only, and I think you all might want to sit down." Buffy said as she headed for one of the couches. Angel glared at his child. He had a sneaking suspicion where this was going. He could smell them all over each other. He could feel that at any moment his demon was going to snap from all of the pent up anger.
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Angel just couldn't wrap his brain around it. The entire situation was insane. And to top it all off, the whole Dru/Darla thing was the icing to the Angel torment cake. He didn't know exactly how he was able to sit still during Buffy's little tale with frequent interjections from Spike. But once they were done, he promptly lunged for the younger vamp and began to hit him mercilessly. The ladies were smart enough to stay back, but yelled for him to stop the entire time.
He just couldn't stand the unfairness of it all. He was the one who killed his own sire for the greater good. He was the one repenting for his sins with a cursed soul for a hundred years, yet one slip up and he gets sent to hell by his first love. And just when he thinks he's just being paranoid, the Powers That Be prove him wrong. They indeed have been screwing with his mind.
Oh, it was terribly obvious now- bringing back Darla, as a human, no less, just so she could be dying from a disease that caused her to be a vampire in the first place. Then for him to be forced to watch as Dru makes her a creature of the darkness once again. But for Buffy to come waltzing in with Spike (who is now invincible), carrying the child of his childe... all he could see was red. And his hits were pointless anyway. Anytime he broke skin, it just healed right back up. For Spike of all creatures to be able to create life with- and to be able to walk out into the sun whenever he damned well pleased... It was all too much.
"You lousy- son of a- bitch!" Angel yelled as he punched him repeatedly in the face. Spike finally had enough and grabbed his hands.
"I don't think that my mum or Dru would 'preciate that very much. Are you done yet? It's not like you can hurt me." he said with no hint of sarcasm. Though Spike didn't know of the happenings of Darla, he figured the blow about he and Buffy was good enough reason to let Angel get his frustrations out on him. He didn't really have a grudge against him anymore. Being with Buffy made him far happier than Dru ever did, so in his mind the score was settled. He had the Slayer and was happy- Angel wasn't. And he wondered if he ever would be.
Chapter 13
Riley's Dorm
"Hey shotgun. Where ya been?" Faith asked in a coquettish voice.
"Not now, Faith. They're gone." he said, his voice full of frustration.
"What?"
"Buffy, the vampire, her friends, Giles, they're all gone- not at his apartment, dorms, her house..."
"Well, I say party all around. What exactly is the problem? Now the only Slayer you haveta worry 'bout is me." she said as she got up and walked towards him seductively.
"No, you don't understand. Professor Walsh says-"
"God, what is with you and that old bag? All I here is 'Professor Walsh' this and 'Professor Walsh' that. What is she, your keeper? And when ya do take a breather from quoting the 'Almighty' Walsh, all you talk about is Buffy!" she yelled.
"Look, they were a very important study. I mean, a vampire that can go out into the sun for christ sakes! And Buffy with her demon child?! How can we possibly ignore that?" he said, trying desperately to reason with her.
"Oh, I think that should be very easy..." she said as she cupped his groin.
"Faith, I thought you would be more than happy at bringing them down." he said in a husky voice, all the while attempting to keep his thoughts focused.
"Well right now, I'm more concerned with bringing someone else down..."
It took Riley a moment before he righted himself and pushed her away again.
"No, business now. Professor Walsh would not be pleased. This is a business, Faith. And I have to do my job. It's expected of me. Maggie trusts me to do my assignment. And I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait." he said with a pleading look of understanding on his face.
Faith just sneered at him, feeling disgusted with herself for feeling anything for him at all. He was just a live vibrator after all.
"Yea, right. You know what, I'm tired of playing second fiddle to those two bitches. See ya around, soldier." she said as she spun quickly on her heel.
"But Faith-" he started as he grabbed her arm.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled as she knocked him into the wall and ran off. Riley let out a large sigh as he contemplated his days events. He couldn't find the hostile, the slayer, and worst of all, Faith had run out on him. On top of that, Maggie would have his head.
"Damn." he muttered as he finally went after his dark angel.
The Hyperion
"Hello, Peaches. Glad to see- ow! Bloody hell, you ponce!" Spike yelled in outrage. As soon as he came through the door, Angel punched him in the nose. After righting himself, Spike immediately returned the favor.
"Hey, hey! Stop it. Angel, Spike, stop it." How does he already know about us? Buffy thought as she stepped between them. Which was a bold move, considering.
"Oh, sorry, I've just been in a foul... Buffy, what happened?" Angel said as he stared intensely at her belly. The broodiness was now on full overload.
"Well, gee, and you'd think something like that would be obvious." Spike said sarcastically.
"So, you don't know the story?" Angel slowly shook his head at her and eyed her in confusion.
"Well, then why did you hit Spike?"
"Well, cause it's Spike and I was angry. And why did you think I hit Spike?"
"Hey Angel, what's all the - geez, Buffy? Oh god, you're - Spike?! What the hell are you doing here?!" Cordelia said as she glanced wide eyed at them.
"Hey, Cordy. How ya been?" Buffy asked nonchalantly.
"Fine, and what have you been up to? Or whom?" she returned.
"Yeah, Buffy. Care to explain your condition and why you decided to drop by with the bleach wonder no less?"
"Sure, fine, but cliff's note version only, and I think you all might want to sit down." Buffy said as she headed for one of the couches. Angel glared at his child. He had a sneaking suspicion where this was going. He could smell them all over each other. He could feel that at any moment his demon was going to snap from all of the pent up anger.
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Angel just couldn't wrap his brain around it. The entire situation was insane. And to top it all off, the whole Dru/Darla thing was the icing to the Angel torment cake. He didn't know exactly how he was able to sit still during Buffy's little tale with frequent interjections from Spike. But once they were done, he promptly lunged for the younger vamp and began to hit him mercilessly. The ladies were smart enough to stay back, but yelled for him to stop the entire time.
He just couldn't stand the unfairness of it all. He was the one who killed his own sire for the greater good. He was the one repenting for his sins with a cursed soul for a hundred years, yet one slip up and he gets sent to hell by his first love. And just when he thinks he's just being paranoid, the Powers That Be prove him wrong. They indeed have been screwing with his mind.
Oh, it was terribly obvious now- bringing back Darla, as a human, no less, just so she could be dying from a disease that caused her to be a vampire in the first place. Then for him to be forced to watch as Dru makes her a creature of the darkness once again. But for Buffy to come waltzing in with Spike (who is now invincible), carrying the child of his childe... all he could see was red. And his hits were pointless anyway. Anytime he broke skin, it just healed right back up. For Spike of all creatures to be able to create life with- and to be able to walk out into the sun whenever he damned well pleased... It was all too much.
"You lousy- son of a- bitch!" Angel yelled as he punched him repeatedly in the face. Spike finally had enough and grabbed his hands.
"I don't think that my mum or Dru would 'preciate that very much. Are you done yet? It's not like you can hurt me." he said with no hint of sarcasm. Though Spike didn't know of the happenings of Darla, he figured the blow about he and Buffy was good enough reason to let Angel get his frustrations out on him. He didn't really have a grudge against him anymore. Being with Buffy made him far happier than Dru ever did, so in his mind the score was settled. He had the Slayer and was happy- Angel wasn't. And he wondered if he ever would be.