Chapter 32
Spike froze at seeing the gun in the hands of his attacker. How could one be so cold and cruel, he could not guess.
"Do you actually think you can get away with that a second time? You really are crazy, mate."
"I'm not crazy, Spike, I just hate you. It's as simple as that."
Spike sighed and looked at the ground.
"Time for the kill, then?" He asked quietly.
"I'm disappointed in you, I really thought you would give more of a fight. But hey, I'm fine with it this way. At least I'll have Buffy and Dru all to myself."
He grinned at the hurt that was evident on the face of the Brit. He didn't expect the other man to duck in the shadows and completely out of sight.
"Damn!"
"You weren't the only one who came prepared, my dear American." A british voice full of sarcasm answered his curse.
Angel fired at the source of the sound and the shot echoed through all the building. At that moment, several spots were turned on him.
"This is the Sunnydale Police! Put your weapon down and keep your hands where we can see them."
Angel hesitated, but knew it was all over. With eyes full of hatred he surrendered himself to the police and relented in the situation. Spike was nowhere to be seen.
"God!"
Buffy was watching the news, where a cameraman had filmed the entire battle between Angel and Spike. When the gun went off she cringed. She turned and slapped the young man that sat on her right.
"How could you be so damn stupid! You could have gotten yourself killed!"
Spike rubbed his aching cheek and didn't say anything. He had no idea the media would make such a big deal of his pact with the police to arrest Angel. He had gotten a few sermons at home and one furious girlfriend.
"Luv, I . . ."
"Don't! You were planning this all along, and you didn't even have the courage to tell me. I can't even look at you right now."
"You don't know what it's like."
She had gotten up from the couch and was looking down on him.
"You're right, I don't know anything about the pain he has caused you. Newsflash! You don't know a damn thing about what me or Dru had to take when we were with him! I hate that man, Spike, you have no idea. But you risked your life."
"Would you have let me do it?"
"Of course not!"
"Then you know why I didn't tell you."
He stood up and went to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Home, so you can cool off. Maybe then we can talk."
As he made a move to open the door, she was quicker and closed it again. They were so close they almost touched.
"You really don't understand do you?"
"I'm afraid not, luv."
"I don't give a shit about what happens to Angel. Since you came along, everything has changed. I just can't loose you again, I can't."
She sniffed softly as she tried to keep her tears at bay, so he wouldn't see them. She had vowed to herself she wouldn't let any man see her cry again. She couldn't help the one tear that fell down her cheek and Spike kissed it away.
"I'm sorry."
Buffy looked up at him.
"I didn't want you to worry. I can only promise it will never happen again."
As he kissed her, she made no move to step away. He would get more slaps later of being so careless, but now the only thing that mattered was that he was alive and well by her side.
Angel just finished watching the same news in prison. Grimly he turned off the small television that was given him by his older brother. His parents didn't want anything to do with him anymore. All because of that stupid English bastard.
"This isn't over yet." He whispered in the dark of his cell.
THE END (or not?)
Spike froze at seeing the gun in the hands of his attacker. How could one be so cold and cruel, he could not guess.
"Do you actually think you can get away with that a second time? You really are crazy, mate."
"I'm not crazy, Spike, I just hate you. It's as simple as that."
Spike sighed and looked at the ground.
"Time for the kill, then?" He asked quietly.
"I'm disappointed in you, I really thought you would give more of a fight. But hey, I'm fine with it this way. At least I'll have Buffy and Dru all to myself."
He grinned at the hurt that was evident on the face of the Brit. He didn't expect the other man to duck in the shadows and completely out of sight.
"Damn!"
"You weren't the only one who came prepared, my dear American." A british voice full of sarcasm answered his curse.
Angel fired at the source of the sound and the shot echoed through all the building. At that moment, several spots were turned on him.
"This is the Sunnydale Police! Put your weapon down and keep your hands where we can see them."
Angel hesitated, but knew it was all over. With eyes full of hatred he surrendered himself to the police and relented in the situation. Spike was nowhere to be seen.
"God!"
Buffy was watching the news, where a cameraman had filmed the entire battle between Angel and Spike. When the gun went off she cringed. She turned and slapped the young man that sat on her right.
"How could you be so damn stupid! You could have gotten yourself killed!"
Spike rubbed his aching cheek and didn't say anything. He had no idea the media would make such a big deal of his pact with the police to arrest Angel. He had gotten a few sermons at home and one furious girlfriend.
"Luv, I . . ."
"Don't! You were planning this all along, and you didn't even have the courage to tell me. I can't even look at you right now."
"You don't know what it's like."
She had gotten up from the couch and was looking down on him.
"You're right, I don't know anything about the pain he has caused you. Newsflash! You don't know a damn thing about what me or Dru had to take when we were with him! I hate that man, Spike, you have no idea. But you risked your life."
"Would you have let me do it?"
"Of course not!"
"Then you know why I didn't tell you."
He stood up and went to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Home, so you can cool off. Maybe then we can talk."
As he made a move to open the door, she was quicker and closed it again. They were so close they almost touched.
"You really don't understand do you?"
"I'm afraid not, luv."
"I don't give a shit about what happens to Angel. Since you came along, everything has changed. I just can't loose you again, I can't."
She sniffed softly as she tried to keep her tears at bay, so he wouldn't see them. She had vowed to herself she wouldn't let any man see her cry again. She couldn't help the one tear that fell down her cheek and Spike kissed it away.
"I'm sorry."
Buffy looked up at him.
"I didn't want you to worry. I can only promise it will never happen again."
As he kissed her, she made no move to step away. He would get more slaps later of being so careless, but now the only thing that mattered was that he was alive and well by her side.
Angel just finished watching the same news in prison. Grimly he turned off the small television that was given him by his older brother. His parents didn't want anything to do with him anymore. All because of that stupid English bastard.
"This isn't over yet." He whispered in the dark of his cell.
THE END (or not?)