------------------------The Bad and the Hopeless Chapter 9!!
Disclaimer: All the lovely characters belong to Joss Whedon, that sacred man.
Author's note: Aw, I was sick today :( but it means I had lots of time to write this!
Ok, so y'all know I don't like Spike that much. Well, this chapter he gets an offer his way.
Dedication: To Tom, thanks for the drawing of the vampire! Little brothers, don't you just love them?
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The back alley of Wolfram and Hart was quiet, dark, and smelt of smoke. As a result you could often find their resident ghost, Spike, sitting there contemplating.
Today's thought was; If I was given another chance, would I take it?
He addressed the brick wall in front of him. "Would I? Would I really? And what would I do? Go and find Buffy, or-"
Many important matters were discussed here, with the rats and the occasional skunk. One of his favourites so far had been; What if I was given the chance to torture Peaches?
Oh, he'd had fun with that one all right. But today was a solemn day, and this was a serious contemplation.
"And," said Spike out loud, "What would I do to get it?"
"What, indeed?" asked a voice behind him. he spun round, but he couldn't see a thing.
"Are you another flipping homocidal ghost?" he moaned.
"No, but you could say I'm a fairy godmother." came the voice.
Spike shrugged. "As long as you're not a guy in a tutu."
A shape stepped out from the shadows. The figure wore a long black cloak and its face was covered.
Spike grinned. "Wow, that chic I-don't-want-you-to-know-who-I-am look. That is so this season."
"I have come to give you your second chance."
The vampire peered at the stranger. "I'm listening."
"You must make a decison."
"Uh huh." Spike picked an imaginary bit of fluff off his jeans.
"Make a decision that will change your life and others."
"Okay, can we move it along a bit, Grim?"
"In order to become corporeal.."
Spike's ears pricked. "Ah, now we get to the good stuff."
"You must play Judas."
Spike furrowed his brow. "that sounds- not so good. You know, I had an uncle called Ju-"
"In exchange for your body, you must bring us the boy." The apparition disappeared.
Spike bit his lip. "Oh, shit."
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"Liam?"
"Mmm?"
"Could we watch something else now? I mean, I really like The Godfather and all-"
"No problem, Winifred. We can watch whatever you like."
Fred shifted herself so she was more comfortable in Liam's lap. "How about we go and see how Angel's doing?"
Liam looked at her, startled, then began to laugh. "Angel? Why would we want to go and see him??"
Fred sat up. "We never help him any more. It's like we've just given up."
He swung his legs round and switched off the t.v. "I thought you said you didn't want to send me back..." he put on the face that she hated.
She sighed, exasperated. "It's not that- look, I don't want you to go back, but we both know you have to- you belong in the 1700's, and you mean something to the people in your dimension. you can't just
leave it all behind, Liam. You don't belong here. You can't saty here. And, as much as I hate having to do it, I'm going to find a way for you to get home."
Liam looked at her. "Don't I mean anything to you? Doesn't this mean anything? Don't we?"
She turned round, willing the tears to stay in her eyes where they belonged. "Don't give me that, Liam. It means so much it hurts. But it's wrong. This is wrong, everything's wrong. You shouldn't be here."
"What about that thing people are always talking about? About how something controls every one of us, and what we do, and where we go? Fate." he grabbed her shoulders and wiped the incoming tears away. "Don't you believe in fate?"
"No." Angel shook his head. "No, never, probably not, not on your life, no."
"It won't be like last time. I promise I'll take better care of him. I swear, he'll not get away from me this time."
"No way, Spike. Why are you so desperate to take him? I had to practically beg you last time."
Spike's head jolted. "I'm not desperate! Um... I think I should spend some more time with the lil' nipper."
"What," Angel said sarcastically, "So you can corrupt him?"
"Oh, come on." Spike countered. "He's not a kid. If the boy's corrupted, that's his mother's fault, mate."
Angel stood up angrily. "Don't you insult my mother."
Spike smirked. "Well, a lot of good it'll do her, I thought you ate her."
Oh, if Spike wasn't a spectral being, he would have been in hospital.
Just then, to stop the argument, Fred and Liam walked in.
"Liam, m'boy. How about me and you go to a bar tonight?" Spike said quickly.
Liam's eyes opened wide. "Is that wise?"
Spike was nonchalant. "probably not, but I thought you might want to get away from this place for a while."
Liam looked at Fred. She looked back, sadly. He'd spent the last couple of weeks being a good boy. Pretending he was a saint. Saint Liam, the sober. He longed to drink, just this once. Sorry, Winifred.
"Okay. If it's all right with the boss." he looked up at Angel, daring him to challenge himself.
Angel looked away. "Look after yourself."
While they walked down the deserted street, Spike wondered what was the difference between right and wrong. There couldn't be that big a difference, surely. He was about to hand over his friend to god knows what, probably an apocalypse-driven cult,
and he felt almost no remorse. Of course, remorse was a human emotion, but he was sure the soul should have a hand in making him feel bad. He hadn't lost it, had he? It hadn't just drifted away one day while he was practising picking up coffee cups?
No, of course not, because he didn't feel a sudden urge to bite Liam. he wouldn't have been able to if he tried, but that wasn't the point.
"Where are we going? This 'ent the way to the Celtic Cross."
Judas! False Witness! Traitor! His consience (there it was!) screamed, but Spike remained cool. "Nah, I think we should go some where else today. Me and Captain Forehead attracted a lot of attention there last time. best go to some other place."
Liam shrugged. "'Kay."
Really, Spike thought suddenly, the boy's so slow he deserves it. He wouldn't know a betrayal if it slapped him in his face.
And then, that niggling, nasty little thought at the back of his mind; He trusts you. He trusts you completely and you're throwing it away.
Spike ignored his one hope of salvation and motioned the boy to follow him.
The soul tried to stay behind.
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Disclaimer: All the lovely characters belong to Joss Whedon, that sacred man.
Author's note: Aw, I was sick today :( but it means I had lots of time to write this!
Ok, so y'all know I don't like Spike that much. Well, this chapter he gets an offer his way.
Dedication: To Tom, thanks for the drawing of the vampire! Little brothers, don't you just love them?
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The back alley of Wolfram and Hart was quiet, dark, and smelt of smoke. As a result you could often find their resident ghost, Spike, sitting there contemplating.
Today's thought was; If I was given another chance, would I take it?
He addressed the brick wall in front of him. "Would I? Would I really? And what would I do? Go and find Buffy, or-"
Many important matters were discussed here, with the rats and the occasional skunk. One of his favourites so far had been; What if I was given the chance to torture Peaches?
Oh, he'd had fun with that one all right. But today was a solemn day, and this was a serious contemplation.
"And," said Spike out loud, "What would I do to get it?"
"What, indeed?" asked a voice behind him. he spun round, but he couldn't see a thing.
"Are you another flipping homocidal ghost?" he moaned.
"No, but you could say I'm a fairy godmother." came the voice.
Spike shrugged. "As long as you're not a guy in a tutu."
A shape stepped out from the shadows. The figure wore a long black cloak and its face was covered.
Spike grinned. "Wow, that chic I-don't-want-you-to-know-who-I-am look. That is so this season."
"I have come to give you your second chance."
The vampire peered at the stranger. "I'm listening."
"You must make a decison."
"Uh huh." Spike picked an imaginary bit of fluff off his jeans.
"Make a decision that will change your life and others."
"Okay, can we move it along a bit, Grim?"
"In order to become corporeal.."
Spike's ears pricked. "Ah, now we get to the good stuff."
"You must play Judas."
Spike furrowed his brow. "that sounds- not so good. You know, I had an uncle called Ju-"
"In exchange for your body, you must bring us the boy." The apparition disappeared.
Spike bit his lip. "Oh, shit."
*****************************
"Liam?"
"Mmm?"
"Could we watch something else now? I mean, I really like The Godfather and all-"
"No problem, Winifred. We can watch whatever you like."
Fred shifted herself so she was more comfortable in Liam's lap. "How about we go and see how Angel's doing?"
Liam looked at her, startled, then began to laugh. "Angel? Why would we want to go and see him??"
Fred sat up. "We never help him any more. It's like we've just given up."
He swung his legs round and switched off the t.v. "I thought you said you didn't want to send me back..." he put on the face that she hated.
She sighed, exasperated. "It's not that- look, I don't want you to go back, but we both know you have to- you belong in the 1700's, and you mean something to the people in your dimension. you can't just
leave it all behind, Liam. You don't belong here. You can't saty here. And, as much as I hate having to do it, I'm going to find a way for you to get home."
Liam looked at her. "Don't I mean anything to you? Doesn't this mean anything? Don't we?"
She turned round, willing the tears to stay in her eyes where they belonged. "Don't give me that, Liam. It means so much it hurts. But it's wrong. This is wrong, everything's wrong. You shouldn't be here."
"What about that thing people are always talking about? About how something controls every one of us, and what we do, and where we go? Fate." he grabbed her shoulders and wiped the incoming tears away. "Don't you believe in fate?"
"No." Angel shook his head. "No, never, probably not, not on your life, no."
"It won't be like last time. I promise I'll take better care of him. I swear, he'll not get away from me this time."
"No way, Spike. Why are you so desperate to take him? I had to practically beg you last time."
Spike's head jolted. "I'm not desperate! Um... I think I should spend some more time with the lil' nipper."
"What," Angel said sarcastically, "So you can corrupt him?"
"Oh, come on." Spike countered. "He's not a kid. If the boy's corrupted, that's his mother's fault, mate."
Angel stood up angrily. "Don't you insult my mother."
Spike smirked. "Well, a lot of good it'll do her, I thought you ate her."
Oh, if Spike wasn't a spectral being, he would have been in hospital.
Just then, to stop the argument, Fred and Liam walked in.
"Liam, m'boy. How about me and you go to a bar tonight?" Spike said quickly.
Liam's eyes opened wide. "Is that wise?"
Spike was nonchalant. "probably not, but I thought you might want to get away from this place for a while."
Liam looked at Fred. She looked back, sadly. He'd spent the last couple of weeks being a good boy. Pretending he was a saint. Saint Liam, the sober. He longed to drink, just this once. Sorry, Winifred.
"Okay. If it's all right with the boss." he looked up at Angel, daring him to challenge himself.
Angel looked away. "Look after yourself."
While they walked down the deserted street, Spike wondered what was the difference between right and wrong. There couldn't be that big a difference, surely. He was about to hand over his friend to god knows what, probably an apocalypse-driven cult,
and he felt almost no remorse. Of course, remorse was a human emotion, but he was sure the soul should have a hand in making him feel bad. He hadn't lost it, had he? It hadn't just drifted away one day while he was practising picking up coffee cups?
No, of course not, because he didn't feel a sudden urge to bite Liam. he wouldn't have been able to if he tried, but that wasn't the point.
"Where are we going? This 'ent the way to the Celtic Cross."
Judas! False Witness! Traitor! His consience (there it was!) screamed, but Spike remained cool. "Nah, I think we should go some where else today. Me and Captain Forehead attracted a lot of attention there last time. best go to some other place."
Liam shrugged. "'Kay."
Really, Spike thought suddenly, the boy's so slow he deserves it. He wouldn't know a betrayal if it slapped him in his face.
And then, that niggling, nasty little thought at the back of his mind; He trusts you. He trusts you completely and you're throwing it away.
Spike ignored his one hope of salvation and motioned the boy to follow him.
The soul tried to stay behind.
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Next up: Spike gets his wish- and a change of heart. But it's not always good to be corporeal when you've just sold your temperamental boss's past self off......
Gotta go polish my entire house,
*~Elionwy~* -------------------------