Authors Notes: Tsk, no one likes this?! Fine! But I'm continuing this anyways since I'm bored with nothing to do at 1 in the morning. So there! Blows a raspberry
Summary: So... Spike has followed the 'little green dragon' and what shall happen in this Chinese shop? An order taking place? A strange man chatting him up? A quest? Everything? Find out by... well... reading it.
The smell hit him first as he opened the door. Fried rice, the sauces, prawn toast being... toasted. If he was still a mortal, his mouth would be watering by now. The second thing that hit him was a metal wok over the back of his head which knocked him out cold.
Opening one eye as the next eye followed suit. He could tell he was sitting down in the back room of the Chinese shop where they kept all the ingredients in wrapped in foil. In front of him, he could see a storage freezer where it was used, by the looks of the white frilly dolly on it, as a table.
"Welcome to my evil lair Mr William... damn I gotta get that phrase changed soon"
"It's Spike... and you are?"
The man sitting at the opposite side of the 'table', wearing a pink silk shirt with neon green tight leather pants. Blue hair, which was spiked up gave him a Japanese slashy look... well... he was Japanese after all and slashy? ... well... you'll just have to see won't you? The tops of his finger tips of each hand touched together as he leaned forward in his sun deck chair, "I'm Yonson and I'm here to save the world..."
"If that is the case then you'll need the poofster and the little blonde dog of his. Not me." Spike said as he stood up, but unable to due to his wrists were locked down to the arm of the metal chair.
Using his vampyric strength to try and pull free, but with no use. Yonson stood up at this point and moved towards Spike, standing behind the chair, "No. You know what he done? Do you?! He tried to touch me up! I mean come on! I maybe pretty but I'm not gay!"
Spike lips started to twitch slightly with amusement at the thought of it all. Well, he always thought Angel was a poofster. The amusement faded from his face as Yonsons' hand touched his own. "I'm actually bi-sexual..."
Spike frown and glared at Yonson as he flexed his fingers, ready to use his strength again to try and break free and snap this persons neck off like a twig, but Yonson moved his hand and went back to the chair he was just occupying and stood behind that one instead.
"I need your help Will... Spike. You see, I've been asked to deliver a certain delivery to a place. The man who ordered the food sounded perfectly normal but who would order special fried rice, prawn sauce, monkey poulet AND prawn crackers...?!"
Spike just stared at this person in disbelief as Yonson just started laughing. A second later his cute little boy features turned darker as he spoke now in a very serious tone. "Mr Spike, the real reason I asked you to come here is because the health and safety people want to shut down good take-away shops in this area so they can set up bases to... to... control peoples mind with their own food. You have to stop them!"
Whilst he was mumbling on, Spike glanced around the room, wondering if he was dreaming or not still. Spike noticed the silence in the room and turned his blonde head towards Yonson. "And what's in it for me?!"
"Well, erm, knowing you've done good isn't for you... so... I guess it'll have to be that you'll get plenty of 'food' you want and you'll get to beat up loads of people. Maybe piss a few off and also get a take-away..."
Spike raised a blonde eyebrow at him as he tried to raise his hands again to capture the throat of his person and ask if he was trying to play him for a fool, but realised his hands were still locked down. "Listen mate, I like the idea of terror and carnage, but why the take-away when you know I don't eat your kind of... 'food'?"
"Well, it's because I wasn't joking when I wanted you to take a delivery..."
Yonson moved through the door leading out of the storage/back room and into the kitchen area. At this point Spike pulled with all his might to break free from his small prison but failed with flying colours.
Footsteps drew his attention towards the door where Yonson walked back in with a white bag with the food in for delivering and that same wok, which now had a quite large dint in it, in the other hand.
"Sorry about this but..." And that was the last thing he heard before the darkness consumed him... again.
A/N: Stacey, Emma... Yonson was made just for yous hehe. But people... REVIEW PLEASE! I wanna know if this is good or not dammit!