:: CHAPTER TWO ::
She couldn't believe what she was doing. It went against every bone in her body. Could she trust him? He was a vampire after all. And he had no fashion sense. He was late now; ten minutes. Surely that was a problem.
She should have just dusted him in the very beginning. That way, she wouldn't have to be crouching behind a trashcan that smelt of everything but flowers, and she wouldn't have to have lied to Kendra. Okay, so the last part she didn't mind quite so much. Since the beginning, the other slayer had looked down her nose at her. It shouldn't have mattered so much. In fact, it didn't matter so much. At all, in fact.
So what if she got on great with her friends? So what if she had studied more? So what if she had more tame-able hair?
Oh, just to see the look on everyone's face when she comes back having dusted Angelus as well as Spike and Dru! She smiled to herself.
Now, if Spike would just get a move on!
Spike emerged from the bushes, his leather duster billowing behind him in the wind. For a second there he almost looked impressive.
Breath, Buffy, breath! She'd been outside for too long. She smell of the trashcan was getting to her; fumes and all that.
He looked angry. Damnit, she was angry too. She stood up and glared at him, hands on hips.
"Just what the hell is going on?" She could stake him any time she wanted to.
"Your bastard ex is messin' with Dru's mind. They wont go anywhere they do want to go." He growled, lowly.
"How about you make them want to go there, then?"
"How about you stop pretending the world revolves around you and--"
"How about I stake you here and now and test out that theory?" She wasn't sure what she just said made sense, but the overall message must have gotten through because he immediately stilled and stopped talking. For now, he was glaring at her. "Look, I thought we had a deal. You bring Angel here, and I stake him. What was wrong with that?" Just saying his name made her wince. Maybe she wasn't as ready as she had led everyone to believe.
"What?" He asked, sardonically. "You mean besides the part where I actually make him shift his bloody great arse?" He pulled a Marlboro and held it between his lips as he flipped back the head of his silver lighter and lit the tip. He took a puff before continuing. "They're going out."
"What?" She cocked her head up; up till that point she'd been watching what he'd done with his lips. Ah, she was tired. That was all.
"Tomorrow night they're going out feeding."
"Why aren't you going with them?" She asked, cautiously; if this was a plan to get her, she wanted him on the receiving end as well.
"They think I can't walk…put me in a wheelchair…loads of bloody stairs," he mumbled between puffs, "bottom line is I have to wait till they've been gone a while before I can leave. Enough questioning, Slayer? Or have you got a few more stuffed up that little blouse of yours?" Instinctively she moved to cross her arms over her chest and glared at him. He scoffed. "Oh please, as if I'd want to see what you've got." He rolled his eyes.
Her jaw dropped open. "Back to the subject, please." She ground out in anger, her eyes bulging and searching the ground.
"Right, like getting your puff of a boyfriend away from my Dru." He ground out.
"He's not my boyfriend." She said, angrily. "And, with any luck, soon he'll just be a little pile of dust on the floor. As will you." She added. He turned to glare at her.
"Hey, I thought the deal was that--"
"The deal was you help me get Angelus."
"Yeah, but not get bloody killed in the meanwhile." He flicked his cigarette against the wall. Some of the ash sparked then fizzled out. "This was a stupid idea," he said, shaking his head.
"Yes, it was." She said, emphasising each word, hands firmly clasped on her hips.
"I should be eating you, not bloody talking." He morphed.
"Oh, is this the part where I scream?" she asked, sarcastically.
Before either of them had a chance to lunge, something hard hit them both, knocking them out fully. They fell to the ground instantaneously.
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