Care: Wesley.
Over the past few days, Spike had become accustomed to the A.I. teams presence and was now lying quietly on the floor in front of Angel's desk surrounded by the others. Angel was sitting at his desk, surrounded by books and trying to research a new found demon while keeping an eye on his childe.
Fred and Lorne were sat on the sofa with books and were frantically searching for any scrap of information. The demon was causing havoc in downtown L.A. and was feeding off the blood of males only, causing a lot of inexplicable deaths and gruesome rumours of a mass suicide. Although, how someone could rip out their own entrails, decorate their chest with a demon letter and brutally stab themselves with a foot long talon before throwing themselves into a dumpster was anyone's guess.
Gunn was pacing and reading old volumes of some text which has some references to blood letting ceremonies. They were mostly all vampire traditions, but there were also some other demons ones as well. Hopefully the bloodletting of this particular demon would be found in there.
Wesley was in a chair opposite the vampires, flicking through another book. The gang had been eating takeaway and researching for a while now, and nothing had been found. Wesley sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. All he was getting was a headache, which was not helping in the least.
Spike was the only one who seemed undaunted, of course, that was probably because he was oblivious to what was going on, either that or he didn't care. He was on his stomach leaning on his elbows watching Gunn pace. He had been feeding better and was now not so angular as before. However, he was healing slowly and although the slashes on his arms from before had become nothing but small cuts now, they were still bothering him and so had to be kept covered in case he began scratching at them. Spike had been making great progress over the six days since the Buffy incident and was now making more sense, although it was admittedly a child's type of sense.
He had become attached to Angel and was usually at his side or at least in the same room. The only time Angel was without the younger vampire was when he was in the shower or when Spike was in bed. Spike had taken on the annoying habit of waking up at roughly 5:00am every morning without any intention of going back to sleep. Angel had got used to the ritual now although he had been angry at first. Spike would sleep in his new bed in the corner of Angel's room and crawl into Angel's bed around dawn and lay there for about an hour before waking him up completely. However, the early mornings and active day now made Spike tire easily and so he would normally be in bed by 8:00pm every day. Which gave everyone some Spike free time. It wasn't like they disliked Spike. On the contrary, they all found their jobs more enjoyable with an insane vampire trying to help. It was just that sometimes, the constant need for attention would become less appealing and more annoying.
"I got something." Gunn called from one side of the room and strode over to Angel's desk careful to step over Spike in the process. "The Kremblah demon." He pointed to a picture. "It feeds off the blood of human males and decorates its antlers with the entrails."
"Ew." Fred supplied while looking at a vivid picture. "What does it use the entrails for? Why decorate your antlers?"
"I hear entrails are in this summer." Angel didn't look as disgusted with the picture as everyone else. It didn't take a genius to work out why a 260- year-old vampire wasn't as disgusted with the insides of a human as the others were.
"It uses it to attract a mate." Wesley read over Gunn's shoulder. "But the good news is, it only comes to populated areas to get the entrails, then it leaves again to its breeding grounds. So it should be out of L.A. soon."
"What? That is not good news." Angel began.
"Why? Surely if it's out of L.A. it's out of our hair. Therefore we don't need to kill it." Fred reasoned. She was reading the text over and was watching Angel closely. The vampire seemed to be reacting over nothing.
"This is not good." Angel continued. "Demon breeding means demon babies. I don't exactly want to go all 'birds and bees' on you but when a mummy demon and a daddy demon love each other very much –"
"Alright we get it." Gunn cut Angel off before he could continue and embarrass himself even more. "Demons have kids, kids grow up, kids come back and kill more people, and kids have more kids. It's a vicious spiral of blood, entrails and more kids."
"Exactly. So we have to kill it before it gets out of town." Wesley clarified. "But I do not believe that Gunn and I are safe. It's only killing males. And Fred, no offence but you're not exactly a fighter, and Lorne –"
"I am not going near that thing." Lorne finished for Wesley. He was holding a drink in his hand and was sipping at it occasionally. "Too dangerous for little old me I'm afraid."
"So I'm going to kill it. Well them. If there's a decoration of the antlers, it's obviously a show of dominance, so there's going to be a lot of demons wandering about trying to look their best. And I have to kill them all." Angel stood up and took a sword from the wall behind him and unsheathed it. Feeling the weapons balance in his hands and testing its weight he swished it around a few times.
Spike sat up on his knees and peered over the desk to where Angel was standing. Cocking an eyebrow slightly, he watched his Sire play with the sword. "You're going away again aren't you?" he asked quietly. All of them turned to face him as no one had noticed his movement.
Angel sighed and sheathed the sword again. He walked over to where Spike was and crouched down to his level. "William. Yes I am going away again." He quickly carried on when Spike's face dropped and he began fidgeting with his bandages. "But only for a little bit. I'm going to be back later on tonight. You'll be in bed but I'll come and see you. I swear. Do you understand?"
"You don't have to go. You could stay here." Spike tried to pick at his bandages again but was stopped when Angel's hands covered his and held onto his arms. Looking back into his Sire's face, Spike spoke quietly. "You could stay with me. It doesn't hurt so bad when you're here." He placed a hand over his heart. "And when I'm here." He placed the other on Angel's chest where his heart was meant to beat.
"I know it helps. But I have to go save some other people." Angel continued. "William's a good boy, but Liam still has to prove that he is. And to do that, he had to go help other people. You understand that right?" When Spike nodded slowly Angel continued. "And I'll be back. But while I'm gone, Wesley's going to look after you. Okay?" Spike pulled back a bit and looked over at Wesley before turning back to his sire. "Will?"
"I guess." Spike mumbled and leaned into Angel's chest breathing in deeply. "But as long as your back soon. Promise?"
"I promise Will." Angel stood up and held Spike with him before turning to the others who were not fazed at all by their behaviour. Over the past days that Spike had been around they had become used to his actions towards Angel and they weren't bothered by much nowadays anyway.
Spike nodded and waited while Angel pulled on his coat. The others all said their good lucks and farewells before leaving all except Wesley. He stood with the vampires and followed Angel to the lift when it opened, leaving Spike to sit in Angel's chair and chew on his shirt cuff.
"Angel?" he queried and looked slightly nervous.
"What is it Wes?" Angel sighed. "You can't stop me. I'm going to do this." The vampire entered the lift and hit the button to the underground car park.
"I know that Angel. I was just wondering about Spike. Are you sure that you want to leave him with me? I mean I'll do it of course. Only, I don't want to let you down. What can I do to care for him?" The man was fidgeting and shifting his weight nervously.
Angel smiled at the man's antics and prevented the lifts doors from closing. "I trust you Wes. I wouldn't leave Spike with you if I didn't. Just keep him occupied and make sure he's in bed by nine at the latest. He needs to be fed before he goes to sleep though. I'll be back soon so don't worry. Just keep an eye on him." The doors slid closed and Angel soon disappeared from sight, leaving Wesley and Spike alone.
Wesley checked his watch. 6:32pm, only about two hours until Spike had to be fed and put to bed. He sighed; at least it wasn't like he was being left for a whole day. "Spike?" he looked over at the still chewing vampire. "I still have some work to do in my office. Would you like to come with me?" When Spike stood up Wesley took it as a yes and led the way down the hall.
They entered the office and Wesley made himself comfortable in his chair behind the desk. Papers were littering the surface and there were assorted coloured pens everywhere. The laptop in front of him was humming slightly and awaiting Wesley to begin typing. Spike began singing quietly to himself while walking round looking at the bookshelves round the walls. He seemed happy for the moment so Wesley decided to get on with his work while the vampire was not doing any harm.
It was five peaceful minutes until Lorne came in. He winced when he heard Spike but tried to ignore the images he got while talking to Wesley about something Fred had found out about something in the lab. He sighed midway through and turned to face the vampire who was still singing. "Spikeykins? Could you stop singing for a little bit? It's giving me a headache."
Spike's face fell and he immediately stopped. Looking at the floor he scuffed his bare feet on the carpet and began picking at his bandaged arms. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. "Is my singing bad? William didn't mean to hurt you. Honest."
"No Hunnybunch." Lorne sighed. "I'm sure you didn't. Your singing is great I just have a headache that's all." He continued his conversation with Wesley, grateful that Spike was no longer humming.
Wesley was watching Spike out of the corner of his eye and was aware that Lorne had hurt the vampire's feelings. Spike was now sitting on the floor by the sofa with his back to the other occupants of the room. Wesley couldn't see what he was doing, but he could tell that he wasn't going to like it. Spike was mumbling to himself, and that only happened when he was doing something he shouldn't.
He tried to be polite and ignore Spike until Lorne had finished, but the ripping of fabric and a quiet "Oops..." from the vampire's direction forced him to pay attention. Lorne was also looking concerned and had abandoned all hopes of telling Wesley of Fred's discovery. Whatever it was, it could wait.
"Spike?" Wesley called, still not getting up from his chair. "What was that noise?" He waited and when it was obvious that Spike was not going to answer, he got up and made his way over to the vampire. Standing above Spike, he asked again.
"Erm...I...er...it was a accident..." Spike was trembling slightly and wouldn't turn around to face the man. Wesley was getting impatient but tried to be calm. Lorne came over and stood by the man; ready to help fix whatever problem Spike had made for himself.
"Spike?" Wesley crouched down by the vampire and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What was an accident?" he waited again and received no answer still. "Would you like to show me?"
"You...you wont get mad? You swear? You wont get mad like Sire and hurt William?" Spike seemed upset and scared at what he had done or what Wesley would do to him and was shaking slightly.
"Spikeykins? Come on. Be a good boy and show Wesley." Lorne interjected. "I'll sing for you later if you want. Just show Wesley what happened."
Spike seemed to take the offer into account. He had found Lorne's singing soothing when he had sung to him after the nightmares. He shuddered and was not looking forward to going to bed without Angel, that's when they got worse. Slowly he turned around and showed Wesley his arms.
Wesley sighed and took Spike by the shoulders. Helping the vampire up he steered him towards his chair, not caring how much blood dripped onto the carpet. Lorne went to get Fred who could check if any infections had entered the still open wounds, while Wesley got Spike to stay still.
Spike sat silently and didn't raise his head from the blood dripping off his arms. Still mumbling to himself he didn't notice that Wesley had left in search of bandages until the laptop bleeped and Wesley didn't stop it. Eyes flicking to the hunk of microchips still bleeping, he looked around for Wesley to stop it. The tatters of bandages he had ripped off his arms were soaked in his blood, he ignored their feel against his skin and reached out to touch the keyboard.
He was trying to be helpful. Maybe if he could make the bleeping stop then Wesley wouldn't be really mad and it would all be okay again. Cautiously, he reached out a finger and tapped on a key. There was a pause and he thought he'd fixed the problem, until it bleeped again. Frowning slightly, he hit another key and didn't notice the drop of blood that hit the keyboard. The laptop bleeped again. Biting his lip he hit three more keys and the laptop bleeped more insistently, gaining more blood on its keyboard.
Seeing that simply hitting the keyboard wasn't going to make the laptop be quiet, Spike used an alternate method. He coughed slightly and began purring at the laptop, just like Angel would when he got upset about something. The screen changed colour to black and it looked like it was calming down slightly. Spike smiled and began petting the machine. The beeping was becoming quieter and a box had appeared on the screen. Spike hit another button and continued stroking the laptop when the box disappeared. Success.
Wesley couldn't possibly be mad at him now. He had just stopped Wesley's toy from crying, now it was all black probably asleep. He mentally congratulated himself and frowned at the blood on his arms. Some of it had dripped onto the keyboard and now the laptop was asleep. Spike grinned, it was obviously just hungry and Wesley had forgotten to feed it. Lapping at the blood on his skin he let it trickle down his throat and sooth the rawness that had been grating on him. It was all very well having his Sire look after him, but Angel would only feed him when he had time and sometimes he was too busy to help Spike when he was really hungry.
Spike looked up and grinned when Wesley entered the room again with more bandages. Licking another drop from his wrist he waited for Wesley to tell him what to do. Fred and Lorne had appeared in the doorway and Fred had a tube of something. Spike's smile faded, that stuff in the tube always hurt. Maybe they wouldn't use it? Maybe Wesley would be so pleased that he had helped, that he wouldn't let her near him with that...stuff.
Wesley approached him as normal and pulled up a chair next to him. Spike didn't flinch or even pull back when Wesley took his arm. Obviously the vampire had begun to associate Wesley with healing. "Spike, I'm going to let Fred check these over. We need to make sure nothing nasty has got into your body. Understand?"
Spike frowned and met the man's gaze. "But I was good." He began. "I was so good. I stayed here and didn't cry and I looked after your toy when it cried. I made it stop. Aren't I good?" Spike had pulled back a little when Fred came over, but Wesley had a good grip on the vampire's hands and wasn't letting him go.
"Of course you're a good boy Spike." Wesley sighed and let Fred examine the open wounds for the third time that week. "We just need to make sure that nothing bad happens to you. If anything nasty gets in these cuts it'll hurt more than it already does. Understand?" he watched the vampire nod before going over what Spike had said. "What toy?"
Spike was distracted from Fred enough to miss the stinging from the cream and look into the man's confused eyes. "The bleeping toy silly." He rolled his eyes and waited for Wesley to congratulate him. Nothing. "The bleeping one? It was crying so I fed it and it stopped crying and went to sleep."
"Spike I..."
"Oh...erm, Wes I think Spike was referring to the laptop." Fred nodded to the machine, it was making no noise and everything was blank. Wesley made no noise, but only stayed silent and continued patching up the vampire's arms.
When Spike was all patched up Wesley finally spoke. "Spike, you will sit and draw until eight o'clock, then I will take you to your room, you shall have dinner than go to bed. You do not touch anything else except for the pencils and paper I give you. Is that understood?" He waited for the vampire to answer but was surprised when Spike didn't even look daunted by the man's words. It seemed as if he was waiting for something. "Answer me Spike."
Spike simply frowned. "Aren't you going to thank me? I stopped the toy from crying."
okay, finally. Thank you for being so patient guys and part 3 is in the making!!! Make sure that you give me ideas in you reviews please, I need some ideas for Spike. thank you again. Higgy.xxx
Over the past few days, Spike had become accustomed to the A.I. teams presence and was now lying quietly on the floor in front of Angel's desk surrounded by the others. Angel was sitting at his desk, surrounded by books and trying to research a new found demon while keeping an eye on his childe.
Fred and Lorne were sat on the sofa with books and were frantically searching for any scrap of information. The demon was causing havoc in downtown L.A. and was feeding off the blood of males only, causing a lot of inexplicable deaths and gruesome rumours of a mass suicide. Although, how someone could rip out their own entrails, decorate their chest with a demon letter and brutally stab themselves with a foot long talon before throwing themselves into a dumpster was anyone's guess.
Gunn was pacing and reading old volumes of some text which has some references to blood letting ceremonies. They were mostly all vampire traditions, but there were also some other demons ones as well. Hopefully the bloodletting of this particular demon would be found in there.
Wesley was in a chair opposite the vampires, flicking through another book. The gang had been eating takeaway and researching for a while now, and nothing had been found. Wesley sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. All he was getting was a headache, which was not helping in the least.
Spike was the only one who seemed undaunted, of course, that was probably because he was oblivious to what was going on, either that or he didn't care. He was on his stomach leaning on his elbows watching Gunn pace. He had been feeding better and was now not so angular as before. However, he was healing slowly and although the slashes on his arms from before had become nothing but small cuts now, they were still bothering him and so had to be kept covered in case he began scratching at them. Spike had been making great progress over the six days since the Buffy incident and was now making more sense, although it was admittedly a child's type of sense.
He had become attached to Angel and was usually at his side or at least in the same room. The only time Angel was without the younger vampire was when he was in the shower or when Spike was in bed. Spike had taken on the annoying habit of waking up at roughly 5:00am every morning without any intention of going back to sleep. Angel had got used to the ritual now although he had been angry at first. Spike would sleep in his new bed in the corner of Angel's room and crawl into Angel's bed around dawn and lay there for about an hour before waking him up completely. However, the early mornings and active day now made Spike tire easily and so he would normally be in bed by 8:00pm every day. Which gave everyone some Spike free time. It wasn't like they disliked Spike. On the contrary, they all found their jobs more enjoyable with an insane vampire trying to help. It was just that sometimes, the constant need for attention would become less appealing and more annoying.
"I got something." Gunn called from one side of the room and strode over to Angel's desk careful to step over Spike in the process. "The Kremblah demon." He pointed to a picture. "It feeds off the blood of human males and decorates its antlers with the entrails."
"Ew." Fred supplied while looking at a vivid picture. "What does it use the entrails for? Why decorate your antlers?"
"I hear entrails are in this summer." Angel didn't look as disgusted with the picture as everyone else. It didn't take a genius to work out why a 260- year-old vampire wasn't as disgusted with the insides of a human as the others were.
"It uses it to attract a mate." Wesley read over Gunn's shoulder. "But the good news is, it only comes to populated areas to get the entrails, then it leaves again to its breeding grounds. So it should be out of L.A. soon."
"What? That is not good news." Angel began.
"Why? Surely if it's out of L.A. it's out of our hair. Therefore we don't need to kill it." Fred reasoned. She was reading the text over and was watching Angel closely. The vampire seemed to be reacting over nothing.
"This is not good." Angel continued. "Demon breeding means demon babies. I don't exactly want to go all 'birds and bees' on you but when a mummy demon and a daddy demon love each other very much –"
"Alright we get it." Gunn cut Angel off before he could continue and embarrass himself even more. "Demons have kids, kids grow up, kids come back and kill more people, and kids have more kids. It's a vicious spiral of blood, entrails and more kids."
"Exactly. So we have to kill it before it gets out of town." Wesley clarified. "But I do not believe that Gunn and I are safe. It's only killing males. And Fred, no offence but you're not exactly a fighter, and Lorne –"
"I am not going near that thing." Lorne finished for Wesley. He was holding a drink in his hand and was sipping at it occasionally. "Too dangerous for little old me I'm afraid."
"So I'm going to kill it. Well them. If there's a decoration of the antlers, it's obviously a show of dominance, so there's going to be a lot of demons wandering about trying to look their best. And I have to kill them all." Angel stood up and took a sword from the wall behind him and unsheathed it. Feeling the weapons balance in his hands and testing its weight he swished it around a few times.
Spike sat up on his knees and peered over the desk to where Angel was standing. Cocking an eyebrow slightly, he watched his Sire play with the sword. "You're going away again aren't you?" he asked quietly. All of them turned to face him as no one had noticed his movement.
Angel sighed and sheathed the sword again. He walked over to where Spike was and crouched down to his level. "William. Yes I am going away again." He quickly carried on when Spike's face dropped and he began fidgeting with his bandages. "But only for a little bit. I'm going to be back later on tonight. You'll be in bed but I'll come and see you. I swear. Do you understand?"
"You don't have to go. You could stay here." Spike tried to pick at his bandages again but was stopped when Angel's hands covered his and held onto his arms. Looking back into his Sire's face, Spike spoke quietly. "You could stay with me. It doesn't hurt so bad when you're here." He placed a hand over his heart. "And when I'm here." He placed the other on Angel's chest where his heart was meant to beat.
"I know it helps. But I have to go save some other people." Angel continued. "William's a good boy, but Liam still has to prove that he is. And to do that, he had to go help other people. You understand that right?" When Spike nodded slowly Angel continued. "And I'll be back. But while I'm gone, Wesley's going to look after you. Okay?" Spike pulled back a bit and looked over at Wesley before turning back to his sire. "Will?"
"I guess." Spike mumbled and leaned into Angel's chest breathing in deeply. "But as long as your back soon. Promise?"
"I promise Will." Angel stood up and held Spike with him before turning to the others who were not fazed at all by their behaviour. Over the past days that Spike had been around they had become used to his actions towards Angel and they weren't bothered by much nowadays anyway.
Spike nodded and waited while Angel pulled on his coat. The others all said their good lucks and farewells before leaving all except Wesley. He stood with the vampires and followed Angel to the lift when it opened, leaving Spike to sit in Angel's chair and chew on his shirt cuff.
"Angel?" he queried and looked slightly nervous.
"What is it Wes?" Angel sighed. "You can't stop me. I'm going to do this." The vampire entered the lift and hit the button to the underground car park.
"I know that Angel. I was just wondering about Spike. Are you sure that you want to leave him with me? I mean I'll do it of course. Only, I don't want to let you down. What can I do to care for him?" The man was fidgeting and shifting his weight nervously.
Angel smiled at the man's antics and prevented the lifts doors from closing. "I trust you Wes. I wouldn't leave Spike with you if I didn't. Just keep him occupied and make sure he's in bed by nine at the latest. He needs to be fed before he goes to sleep though. I'll be back soon so don't worry. Just keep an eye on him." The doors slid closed and Angel soon disappeared from sight, leaving Wesley and Spike alone.
Wesley checked his watch. 6:32pm, only about two hours until Spike had to be fed and put to bed. He sighed; at least it wasn't like he was being left for a whole day. "Spike?" he looked over at the still chewing vampire. "I still have some work to do in my office. Would you like to come with me?" When Spike stood up Wesley took it as a yes and led the way down the hall.
They entered the office and Wesley made himself comfortable in his chair behind the desk. Papers were littering the surface and there were assorted coloured pens everywhere. The laptop in front of him was humming slightly and awaiting Wesley to begin typing. Spike began singing quietly to himself while walking round looking at the bookshelves round the walls. He seemed happy for the moment so Wesley decided to get on with his work while the vampire was not doing any harm.
It was five peaceful minutes until Lorne came in. He winced when he heard Spike but tried to ignore the images he got while talking to Wesley about something Fred had found out about something in the lab. He sighed midway through and turned to face the vampire who was still singing. "Spikeykins? Could you stop singing for a little bit? It's giving me a headache."
Spike's face fell and he immediately stopped. Looking at the floor he scuffed his bare feet on the carpet and began picking at his bandaged arms. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. "Is my singing bad? William didn't mean to hurt you. Honest."
"No Hunnybunch." Lorne sighed. "I'm sure you didn't. Your singing is great I just have a headache that's all." He continued his conversation with Wesley, grateful that Spike was no longer humming.
Wesley was watching Spike out of the corner of his eye and was aware that Lorne had hurt the vampire's feelings. Spike was now sitting on the floor by the sofa with his back to the other occupants of the room. Wesley couldn't see what he was doing, but he could tell that he wasn't going to like it. Spike was mumbling to himself, and that only happened when he was doing something he shouldn't.
He tried to be polite and ignore Spike until Lorne had finished, but the ripping of fabric and a quiet "Oops..." from the vampire's direction forced him to pay attention. Lorne was also looking concerned and had abandoned all hopes of telling Wesley of Fred's discovery. Whatever it was, it could wait.
"Spike?" Wesley called, still not getting up from his chair. "What was that noise?" He waited and when it was obvious that Spike was not going to answer, he got up and made his way over to the vampire. Standing above Spike, he asked again.
"Erm...I...er...it was a accident..." Spike was trembling slightly and wouldn't turn around to face the man. Wesley was getting impatient but tried to be calm. Lorne came over and stood by the man; ready to help fix whatever problem Spike had made for himself.
"Spike?" Wesley crouched down by the vampire and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What was an accident?" he waited again and received no answer still. "Would you like to show me?"
"You...you wont get mad? You swear? You wont get mad like Sire and hurt William?" Spike seemed upset and scared at what he had done or what Wesley would do to him and was shaking slightly.
"Spikeykins? Come on. Be a good boy and show Wesley." Lorne interjected. "I'll sing for you later if you want. Just show Wesley what happened."
Spike seemed to take the offer into account. He had found Lorne's singing soothing when he had sung to him after the nightmares. He shuddered and was not looking forward to going to bed without Angel, that's when they got worse. Slowly he turned around and showed Wesley his arms.
Wesley sighed and took Spike by the shoulders. Helping the vampire up he steered him towards his chair, not caring how much blood dripped onto the carpet. Lorne went to get Fred who could check if any infections had entered the still open wounds, while Wesley got Spike to stay still.
Spike sat silently and didn't raise his head from the blood dripping off his arms. Still mumbling to himself he didn't notice that Wesley had left in search of bandages until the laptop bleeped and Wesley didn't stop it. Eyes flicking to the hunk of microchips still bleeping, he looked around for Wesley to stop it. The tatters of bandages he had ripped off his arms were soaked in his blood, he ignored their feel against his skin and reached out to touch the keyboard.
He was trying to be helpful. Maybe if he could make the bleeping stop then Wesley wouldn't be really mad and it would all be okay again. Cautiously, he reached out a finger and tapped on a key. There was a pause and he thought he'd fixed the problem, until it bleeped again. Frowning slightly, he hit another key and didn't notice the drop of blood that hit the keyboard. The laptop bleeped again. Biting his lip he hit three more keys and the laptop bleeped more insistently, gaining more blood on its keyboard.
Seeing that simply hitting the keyboard wasn't going to make the laptop be quiet, Spike used an alternate method. He coughed slightly and began purring at the laptop, just like Angel would when he got upset about something. The screen changed colour to black and it looked like it was calming down slightly. Spike smiled and began petting the machine. The beeping was becoming quieter and a box had appeared on the screen. Spike hit another button and continued stroking the laptop when the box disappeared. Success.
Wesley couldn't possibly be mad at him now. He had just stopped Wesley's toy from crying, now it was all black probably asleep. He mentally congratulated himself and frowned at the blood on his arms. Some of it had dripped onto the keyboard and now the laptop was asleep. Spike grinned, it was obviously just hungry and Wesley had forgotten to feed it. Lapping at the blood on his skin he let it trickle down his throat and sooth the rawness that had been grating on him. It was all very well having his Sire look after him, but Angel would only feed him when he had time and sometimes he was too busy to help Spike when he was really hungry.
Spike looked up and grinned when Wesley entered the room again with more bandages. Licking another drop from his wrist he waited for Wesley to tell him what to do. Fred and Lorne had appeared in the doorway and Fred had a tube of something. Spike's smile faded, that stuff in the tube always hurt. Maybe they wouldn't use it? Maybe Wesley would be so pleased that he had helped, that he wouldn't let her near him with that...stuff.
Wesley approached him as normal and pulled up a chair next to him. Spike didn't flinch or even pull back when Wesley took his arm. Obviously the vampire had begun to associate Wesley with healing. "Spike, I'm going to let Fred check these over. We need to make sure nothing nasty has got into your body. Understand?"
Spike frowned and met the man's gaze. "But I was good." He began. "I was so good. I stayed here and didn't cry and I looked after your toy when it cried. I made it stop. Aren't I good?" Spike had pulled back a little when Fred came over, but Wesley had a good grip on the vampire's hands and wasn't letting him go.
"Of course you're a good boy Spike." Wesley sighed and let Fred examine the open wounds for the third time that week. "We just need to make sure that nothing bad happens to you. If anything nasty gets in these cuts it'll hurt more than it already does. Understand?" he watched the vampire nod before going over what Spike had said. "What toy?"
Spike was distracted from Fred enough to miss the stinging from the cream and look into the man's confused eyes. "The bleeping toy silly." He rolled his eyes and waited for Wesley to congratulate him. Nothing. "The bleeping one? It was crying so I fed it and it stopped crying and went to sleep."
"Spike I..."
"Oh...erm, Wes I think Spike was referring to the laptop." Fred nodded to the machine, it was making no noise and everything was blank. Wesley made no noise, but only stayed silent and continued patching up the vampire's arms.
When Spike was all patched up Wesley finally spoke. "Spike, you will sit and draw until eight o'clock, then I will take you to your room, you shall have dinner than go to bed. You do not touch anything else except for the pencils and paper I give you. Is that understood?" He waited for the vampire to answer but was surprised when Spike didn't even look daunted by the man's words. It seemed as if he was waiting for something. "Answer me Spike."
Spike simply frowned. "Aren't you going to thank me? I stopped the toy from crying."
okay, finally. Thank you for being so patient guys and part 3 is in the making!!! Make sure that you give me ideas in you reviews please, I need some ideas for Spike. thank you again. Higgy.xxx