Chapter 2: Hey, we've got lives too!
"Welcome back to Los Angeles, pet. It's really late here, though, what d'you say we just stay at a hotel this night and find the gang tomorrow?"
"I've been living in the same rhythm as you for a pretty long time now so I'm not that tired, but I guess that our little pals are asleep. But could we pleeease go patrolling? I feel like killing something."
Spike chuckled.
"That's my girl. Addicted to violence. Mwahhahhaa."
Dawn laughed, but couldn't help but wonder how much truth there really was in that statement.
They quickly checked in at some trashy motel before getting out to patrol.
Patrolling was much easier than usual. Maybe the creatures of the night were slipping a bit. They were attacked by at least a dozen vampires at the same time as five big, scaly-type demons, which they easily defeated before killing one extra slimy demon. Unfortunately, they got covered in slime from head to toe, Dawn complaining about how much it would ruin her perfectly shiny and styled hair and Spike whining on about his duster (that still hadn't gotten ruined after almost forty years of demon fighting).
They decided to get back to the motel, shower and then get a good-morning sleep.
They stumbled laughing past a surprised-looking man by the counter. He certainly didn't have guests covered in green slime everyday.
"Last one to the shower is an old, stinking pile of dust!" Dawn giggled and began undressing quickly.
"Should I take that as a threat, 'bit?" Spike began jumping out of his clothes too, but Dawn had gained just the advantage she needed and made it first into the dirty shower that had a once-white now light brown curtain.
"Bugger. In some things vampire speed is just not good enough." The truth was that he'd actually not even tried to beat Dawn, cause she was much more upset by the slime than he was, and it would just be poofy to and un-gentlemanny to get the first turn.
But after a while of waiting for Dawn to step out, he discovered that the slime was drying and sneaked into the shower.
"Spike! Are you out there?" Dawn hopefully asked.
"I'm right in here pet." As Dawn jumped, shrieked and slapped his arm, Spike's grin only got wider.
"Oh, little demon-fighting Dawn's not so tough."
"Well, I think I had the right to at least jump! Haven't you seen Psycho? And besides, it always happens in the shower!"
"What exactly always happens in the shower, luv?" Spike's voice was nothing but a low growl in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
He was standing behind her, strong arms encircling her slim waist, his teeth gently nibbling her ear. She could feel something hard pressing up against the base of her spine and it wasn't difficult to figure out what that was.
"You have no idea what it does to me, being here with you in this shower, all naked and wet..."
Dawn smiled and turned around to kiss him.
Willow found the switch and turned on the lights. She looked around the cellar with the low ceiling, making sure everything looked normal after the weekend. The counter where they took assignments from customers was made of dark mahogany and polished to perfection by Wesley. Willow smiled as she thought of her boyfriend and his need for everything to be clean.
The old comfy sofas that were set in one of the corners around a small coffee table were dark brown and had been lightened slightly by red pillows. The research table in the middle of the room was strangely not covered with books. The bookshelf, on the other hand was stuffed with old- looking books from the floor to the ceiling. As Willow was turning on the coffee machine she heard a loud grunt.
She smiled to herself as she made her way to a door that was so well hidden that if you didn't know it was there you probably wouldn't notice it. She carefully turned the handle and opened the door just enough to peek in.
There lay Angel in his bed, tossing and turning in his sleep.
Willow noticed that his pillow had fallen to the floor. She silently made her way into his room, lifting the pillow and stuffing it beside the sleeping figure. Angel noticed and pulled it under his head, making a smacking noise and saying something in his sleep before falling into an undisturbed sleep.
Oh how cute, the little vamp was missing his pillow and couldn't sleep. Walking into the 'office' again, she took out a cup and poured herself some coffee. She glanced at the clock: 8 am. She sat down behind the counter, magazine in one hand, coffee in the other, enjoying her silent moment of the day.
Wesley was due to arrive at about 8.30, Giles normally got there by the same time. Then Fred and Gunn (now a happy married couple) came together at about nine thirty. Cordelia showed up at ten, not being a morning person. Buffy, Faith and Robin turned up when they wanted, cause they were often out late patrolling.
Angel didn't get up until five or six pm, when the sun set, and everyone was careful not to wake the sleeping vampire.
Willow thought sadly of her old friend, Xander, who had so much going on with his own construction firm and Anya being seven moths pregnant, that he almost never had time to come by.
Thinking about friends, Willow remembered Dawn, who had left with Spike so long ago. She wondered if they'd even been planning to ever return again. Willow guessed that Dawn had grown up a lot, but she still couldn't think of her as anyone else but the insecure school girl who was uncomfortable with her height.
Willow smiled thinking of her old friend, wondering where they had been all the time. Had they settled down somewhere in Asia or Europe? That was highly unlikely, at least for Spike. But, hadn't he always been full of surprises? Maybe Dawn and him had gotten separated on the way, Dawn finding someone special. Willow liked the sound of that option, but she still thought that it was way too early for Dawn to settle down, she had her whole life in front of her.
Then an option that almost made Willow throw up entered her mind. What if she hadn't survived? What if they were both dead? Willow couldn't bare the thought. They had been searching for them, but if was hard to find any clues at all, and there was always some big bad in LA that needed to be researched fast to kill...
She made a mental note to bring that up on the staff meeting that was due today at 3 o'clock. (Angel would just have to deal with that.)
AN: So, the second chapter's up, and the third's already written down, just review or e-mail and i'll post it!
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