Old Times #10
Still feeling painfully betrayed, he could barely look at her. And as for that wretched puppy! Goddamnit, he would strangle both it and her if he could just....
But instead he answered her entreaties to dine in a brusque, clipped tone. "I won't have you feeding me like a child, Dru." Wheeling himself away from her and the wriggling pup.... And almost colliding with Angelus.
He was ready for Angelus' jibes now; predictable, boring. Yes, she did bathe him; hell, it was an intimate and enjoyable act! But he was still vulnerable to the little bolts of jealousy that shot through him every time Dru paid any mind to Angelus; every time she looked at her sire the way she was right now. Spike clenched his fists, dug his nails into his palms. He was not going to rise to this, to them, no matter what they said and did. Not now.
Oh yes, he'd make all the right noises. Neither of them would suspect. And the anger and feelings of betrayal would be lurking inside still, ready to be released when the time was right. But for now, he had other priorities, another game to play. And if he were honest with himself, he would enjoy it.
"....if there's anything I can do for you... Any..." Angelus paused in his baiting, leaning in to Spike "...responsibility I can assume while you're spinning your wheels..." Glancing at Dru with lascivious appreciation. "Anything I'm not already doing, that is."
Angelus' giggles set his teeth on edge but still he ground them together. He would not endure existing like this! Not for a moment longer! Not for anything.....
Drusilla made "There there" noises and bent down to Spike, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, and the puppy in his lap.
"You two boys... fightin' over me and all." Dru trilled. "Makes a girl feel..." Halting abruptly, she groaned loudly, seemingly in pain. One of her visions? Presentiments?
And forever true to his nature, she had to be his first concern. "Dru, what is it, pet?"
Love's bitch!
* * * * * * * * * * *
Far from a vision of foreboding, Dru had declared Buffy ripe for the picking, and Angelus had raced off to do the plucking. Spike was amused. The mighty Angelus really understood nothing when it came down to it, not even himself. His grandsire had always thought Spike was the impetuous one, impatient and stupid.... Well, he had to admit, patience wasn't his strongest suit. But he hadn't gotten himself cursed with a soul, had he? He had held on to his woman, his eternal love, despite everything – the power Angelus seemed to have over Dru, the lure of the Immortal. Angelus, however, had let his women and his reputation slip through is fingers.
And then, Spike had bagged himself a couple of slayers.... Okay, fair enough, Angel had bedded one....
Spike's train of thought was broken as Angelus stormed back into the factory. Another failure then? With Dru out on the prowl, this might just be the time....
"She uninvited me! The bitch locked me out of her frigging house!" Angelus railed.
"The course of true lust never did run smooth, mate" Spike grinned. "Another one gone, huh?" He counted them off on his fingers. "Buffy, Darla, Drusilla...."
"Don't go there Spike, you won't live to regret it!"
"You know" Spike feigned thoughtfulness. "It's almost like..." He deliberately let his words trail off, glancing up at Angelus from beneath lowered lids.
"Like what?" Angelus barked at him, pacing furiously back and forth in front of his chair.
"Like maybe there was someone.... Someone else always there. In the back of your mind. Someone you wanted more. Someone you...."
Angelus paused in front of him, frowning. But silent.
"Someone you can't shake the taste for..."
Still feeling painfully betrayed, he could barely look at her. And as for that wretched puppy! Goddamnit, he would strangle both it and her if he could just....
But instead he answered her entreaties to dine in a brusque, clipped tone. "I won't have you feeding me like a child, Dru." Wheeling himself away from her and the wriggling pup.... And almost colliding with Angelus.
He was ready for Angelus' jibes now; predictable, boring. Yes, she did bathe him; hell, it was an intimate and enjoyable act! But he was still vulnerable to the little bolts of jealousy that shot through him every time Dru paid any mind to Angelus; every time she looked at her sire the way she was right now. Spike clenched his fists, dug his nails into his palms. He was not going to rise to this, to them, no matter what they said and did. Not now.
Oh yes, he'd make all the right noises. Neither of them would suspect. And the anger and feelings of betrayal would be lurking inside still, ready to be released when the time was right. But for now, he had other priorities, another game to play. And if he were honest with himself, he would enjoy it.
"....if there's anything I can do for you... Any..." Angelus paused in his baiting, leaning in to Spike "...responsibility I can assume while you're spinning your wheels..." Glancing at Dru with lascivious appreciation. "Anything I'm not already doing, that is."
Angelus' giggles set his teeth on edge but still he ground them together. He would not endure existing like this! Not for a moment longer! Not for anything.....
Drusilla made "There there" noises and bent down to Spike, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, and the puppy in his lap.
"You two boys... fightin' over me and all." Dru trilled. "Makes a girl feel..." Halting abruptly, she groaned loudly, seemingly in pain. One of her visions? Presentiments?
And forever true to his nature, she had to be his first concern. "Dru, what is it, pet?"
Love's bitch!
* * * * * * * * * * *
Far from a vision of foreboding, Dru had declared Buffy ripe for the picking, and Angelus had raced off to do the plucking. Spike was amused. The mighty Angelus really understood nothing when it came down to it, not even himself. His grandsire had always thought Spike was the impetuous one, impatient and stupid.... Well, he had to admit, patience wasn't his strongest suit. But he hadn't gotten himself cursed with a soul, had he? He had held on to his woman, his eternal love, despite everything – the power Angelus seemed to have over Dru, the lure of the Immortal. Angelus, however, had let his women and his reputation slip through is fingers.
And then, Spike had bagged himself a couple of slayers.... Okay, fair enough, Angel had bedded one....
Spike's train of thought was broken as Angelus stormed back into the factory. Another failure then? With Dru out on the prowl, this might just be the time....
"She uninvited me! The bitch locked me out of her frigging house!" Angelus railed.
"The course of true lust never did run smooth, mate" Spike grinned. "Another one gone, huh?" He counted them off on his fingers. "Buffy, Darla, Drusilla...."
"Don't go there Spike, you won't live to regret it!"
"You know" Spike feigned thoughtfulness. "It's almost like..." He deliberately let his words trail off, glancing up at Angelus from beneath lowered lids.
"Like what?" Angelus barked at him, pacing furiously back and forth in front of his chair.
"Like maybe there was someone.... Someone else always there. In the back of your mind. Someone you wanted more. Someone you...."
Angelus paused in front of him, frowning. But silent.
"Someone you can't shake the taste for..."