Okay, here is the first and therefore original chapter 13. Let me know
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Scarlet Ibis
Our story last left you at Spike and Andrew devising a plan to spy on "Dru" and the dark haired stranger.....
"Okay, gentle listeners. Err, well, Spike. Any who, I have followed 'the subject,' a.k.a. one Drusilla Giles to a seedy motel called the Motor Inn. Gosh, that's an awfully cheesy name. But, this is where Dru, accompanied by our little darling Faith, met up with the dark haired stranger. He appears to be attractive, in a sinister sort of way. That is, if one liked that sort of thing..... Ahem.
The subjects Dru and Faith were in the motel room with the ark haired stranger for approximately fifteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds. I'm not certain where they went, for I have snuck in to plant carefully placed tiny microphones, better known as 'bugs' in the room. I only had two of them, but that should suffice, since it is only one room after all. So, while we wait for our 'watchees' to return, I shall regale you, dear listener, with a story of-" The audio abruptly stopped when Spike pressed the button in exasperation.
"Jesus, Andrew. I absolutely cannot take anymore of your mindless drivel. Just bloody tell me what the hell happened!" The younger man slightly cringed at the others tone of voice, but nodded in understanding.
"Okay, alright. No need to get in a tiff. Well, actually, the news was all very confusing for me. I'm not sure I understood, exactly." Spike nodded for him to continue, but knew somewhat what Andrew planned on saying next. Just needed the kinks ironed out a bit.
"Well, it appears that the 'dark haired stranger's' name is Angel, and is the true father of our Faith. And Dru isn't really Dru at all, but someone named Buffy. And this Angel person wants money to be kept quiet on Dru's true identity. Spike, what's going on?" He asked in total innocence, not wanting to believe what he'd heard. Spike ran his fingers through his bleached locks in obvious frustration.
"Andrew, the real Drusilla was killed in the train wreck. Randy was just helping Buffy out, and everything just got so confused, and-"
"You knew?! All this time and-"
"No, not the whole time. I just..... I dunno. I fell for her, alright? How could I not? And she had nothing. I mean absolutely nothing. But she didn't want anything from us. Not a penny." He said more to himself than Andrew, turning away from him.
"Does she know that you know?"
"Nah, don't think so."
"Well, don't you think it's time you told her? I mean, this Angel guy is bad news, and Dru- I mean Buffy, probably feels all scared and alone. Spike, be the hero that you are and save her." Andrew said with conviction and determination is his voice. Spike lightly chuckled at the thought of him being a hero.
"You honestly believe that, don't you?" He questioned as he turned back around and faced him. Andrew looked him dead in the eyes as he replied.
"Oh, William Giles, I know it. You're a true warrior. I know you won't let me, I mean, us down."
Buffy could feel it. The haze of depression was creeping upon her. What the hell am I gonna do? She thought as she worried her lower lip with her teeth. She became angry with herself for being so weak against Angel, and that's when the tears came down. What else could she do but pay? If Angel exposed her, she'd lose everything. There's only one thing I can do. She thought. She decided on telling Spike and Giles the truth first. She knew that Angel would never keep true to his word, and expose her eventually anyway. Either that or make her suffer until one of them died.
"No, I can't hurt them like that." She muttered to herself as she continued to pace back and forth in her room. In her anger in frustration, she grabbed a vase and threw it clear across the other room.
"Ugh! I'll kill him!" She yelled. The baby was outside with Tara, so she was able to yell freely. But her yelling caught someone's attention. She whipped her head around as her door opened.
"Oh, are you alright?" Asked a very concerned Spike. Buffy gave him a look of such utter sadness that it nearly broke his heart. Sometime during his intense stare, she realized that her face was now tear-stained, and hurriedly tried to wipe her face with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry bout the vase but I-"
"No, it's alright, ducks. I've got you." He said as he strode up to her, embracing her in his strong, comforting arms. Losing all emotional control, Buffy began to cry in earnest.
"Dammit, I've messed up so much, Spike. I'm so sorry." She sobbed into his chest.
"It's gonna be okay, Buffy. I won't let anyone hurt you." After several seconds of realizing what he just called her, she lifted her head tentatively and looked at him with huge eyes.
"What did you call me?"
TBC
Scarlet Ibis
Our story last left you at Spike and Andrew devising a plan to spy on "Dru" and the dark haired stranger.....
"Okay, gentle listeners. Err, well, Spike. Any who, I have followed 'the subject,' a.k.a. one Drusilla Giles to a seedy motel called the Motor Inn. Gosh, that's an awfully cheesy name. But, this is where Dru, accompanied by our little darling Faith, met up with the dark haired stranger. He appears to be attractive, in a sinister sort of way. That is, if one liked that sort of thing..... Ahem.
The subjects Dru and Faith were in the motel room with the ark haired stranger for approximately fifteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds. I'm not certain where they went, for I have snuck in to plant carefully placed tiny microphones, better known as 'bugs' in the room. I only had two of them, but that should suffice, since it is only one room after all. So, while we wait for our 'watchees' to return, I shall regale you, dear listener, with a story of-" The audio abruptly stopped when Spike pressed the button in exasperation.
"Jesus, Andrew. I absolutely cannot take anymore of your mindless drivel. Just bloody tell me what the hell happened!" The younger man slightly cringed at the others tone of voice, but nodded in understanding.
"Okay, alright. No need to get in a tiff. Well, actually, the news was all very confusing for me. I'm not sure I understood, exactly." Spike nodded for him to continue, but knew somewhat what Andrew planned on saying next. Just needed the kinks ironed out a bit.
"Well, it appears that the 'dark haired stranger's' name is Angel, and is the true father of our Faith. And Dru isn't really Dru at all, but someone named Buffy. And this Angel person wants money to be kept quiet on Dru's true identity. Spike, what's going on?" He asked in total innocence, not wanting to believe what he'd heard. Spike ran his fingers through his bleached locks in obvious frustration.
"Andrew, the real Drusilla was killed in the train wreck. Randy was just helping Buffy out, and everything just got so confused, and-"
"You knew?! All this time and-"
"No, not the whole time. I just..... I dunno. I fell for her, alright? How could I not? And she had nothing. I mean absolutely nothing. But she didn't want anything from us. Not a penny." He said more to himself than Andrew, turning away from him.
"Does she know that you know?"
"Nah, don't think so."
"Well, don't you think it's time you told her? I mean, this Angel guy is bad news, and Dru- I mean Buffy, probably feels all scared and alone. Spike, be the hero that you are and save her." Andrew said with conviction and determination is his voice. Spike lightly chuckled at the thought of him being a hero.
"You honestly believe that, don't you?" He questioned as he turned back around and faced him. Andrew looked him dead in the eyes as he replied.
"Oh, William Giles, I know it. You're a true warrior. I know you won't let me, I mean, us down."
Buffy could feel it. The haze of depression was creeping upon her. What the hell am I gonna do? She thought as she worried her lower lip with her teeth. She became angry with herself for being so weak against Angel, and that's when the tears came down. What else could she do but pay? If Angel exposed her, she'd lose everything. There's only one thing I can do. She thought. She decided on telling Spike and Giles the truth first. She knew that Angel would never keep true to his word, and expose her eventually anyway. Either that or make her suffer until one of them died.
"No, I can't hurt them like that." She muttered to herself as she continued to pace back and forth in her room. In her anger in frustration, she grabbed a vase and threw it clear across the other room.
"Ugh! I'll kill him!" She yelled. The baby was outside with Tara, so she was able to yell freely. But her yelling caught someone's attention. She whipped her head around as her door opened.
"Oh, are you alright?" Asked a very concerned Spike. Buffy gave him a look of such utter sadness that it nearly broke his heart. Sometime during his intense stare, she realized that her face was now tear-stained, and hurriedly tried to wipe her face with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry bout the vase but I-"
"No, it's alright, ducks. I've got you." He said as he strode up to her, embracing her in his strong, comforting arms. Losing all emotional control, Buffy began to cry in earnest.
"Dammit, I've messed up so much, Spike. I'm so sorry." She sobbed into his chest.
"It's gonna be okay, Buffy. I won't let anyone hurt you." After several seconds of realizing what he just called her, she lifted her head tentatively and looked at him with huge eyes.
"What did you call me?"
TBC
