War Chapter 14
A/N: Songs: Why Can't We Be Friends by Smash Mouth
William by Divit
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This chapter I am dedicating to Christine ("World Enough And Time") I always
enjoy your fics and your Angelus is truly unique.
I know that the feelings between Angel and Spike are complicated and I strongly believe that it's more then what Joss showed us; it's not just Spike and Angel disliking each other, there are secrets and taboos and a lot of other stuff that a show that isn't NC- 17/21 can't show, of course. It will look simple but it's not!
It is not always black and white, there are lot's of gray areas when it comes to them, for me anyway and if you are saying that Spike is just evil and he hates Angel and vise versa then "News Flash" for you! You are not seeing the big picture here; Vampires here, I think that what BTVS and Ats proved to us during the years is how we really don't know much about vampires (from the btvs and ats universe), it showed us that there are so many levels of understanding and knowledge that we can write talk and read about it and it will never be enough, it's enigma all of this vampire relationship and I am not talking about the PWP slush, I am talking about the nature of vampires. Think about it…
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This chapter starts with angst but it gets better...
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-Eve
Chapter 14
"Where the hell is she Nancy boy?" Spike was shouting now, ready to punch Angel
if he didn't get any answers.
Angel sighed, exasperated. Spike was the last thing he needed right now. He
glanced at the sleeping Anne on the couch. From time to time she moaned softly
and twisted the blanket around her, calling Angelus name, but now she was
finally sleeping.
Spike glanced over where Angel was looking and started towards her sleeping
form.
"Don't," Angel growled. "She's finally asleep. Let's go outside and I'll explain
everything to you."
Spike reluctantly agreed. He knew something was off. He sensed Angel's emotions;
fear, anger, pain and it was starting to affect him as well.
Once they were sitting far away enough so no one could hear, Angel briefed him
shortly about what happened before, leaving out the issue of the ceremony.
"You are not telling me something, peaches." Spike accused and Angel couldn't
help a smirk. His childe knew him well.
"Look, if I tell you you'll probably won't believe me and...there's nothing we
can do about it now."
"Just tell me, damn it!"
"Fine, you want to know, I'll tell you, it's not like she can keep it a secret
forever." After a small pause he spoke again, "She performed the 'Nisuyim'
ceremony with Angelus."
"What?! Are you insane? No way in hell I'll believe that mate, she would never
do a thing like that, the slayer ain't stupid. She would never agree to that!
It's worse then being turned, worse then going to hell, worse--"
"I got it so shut the fuck up!"
"Besides, it can't be done, can it?"
"It is done!"
"How can you be so sure Angel, it's not like you ever did it before, right? Does
it make you sad that you weren't the one to do it? You do know that it will work
only on the two of them, excluding you."
"I know that," he snapped. "And believe me, I wish I could do something to help
her, but I can't, no one can."
"Well...there is a way..."
Angel was on him in seconds, his face mere inches from Spike's, "Don't you ever
dare to say those words! I will never do that and if I were you, boy, I would be
very careful with my language."
Spike pulled himself from Angel, pissed off. Snarling, he snapped, "Like I would
do that to her either! I love her, I would never do that to her!"
The furious glint in Spike's eyes told Angel he was speaking the truth. He
sighed and ruffled his fingers through his hair.
Spike rolled his eyes at the gesture and sat next to him.
"You still haven't told me how you know it's true--that they actually performed
the ceremony."
"After she calmed down and relaxed I saw it."
"It?"
"The sign Spike, the sign. I could never mistake that sign for anything else. It
was the sign of the ceremony, but what frightens me most is the fact that
Angelus was stupid enough to perform it on a human--yes I know that she's not
exactly human--but still she's not a vampire and this ceremony...was meant for
vampires alone.
Not only that but master vampires, even if he turned her she would still lack
the strength of a master vampire."
"I forgot about that. Bloody HELL!" he threw his cigarette on the ground and his
eyes turned yellow as he glared at Angel.
"There is another way…relax mate, it won't hurt her but it will piss Angelus
off, I believe."
Angel lifted his brows, his concern mixed with curiosity.
"There is this guy, Zman, he can perhaps change things."
"I've heard about him, Spike. He's very dangerous. I wouldn't deal with him, he
is not human and no one knows exactly what he is."
"I know that, mate, but he is the only one to help us. I just need to remember
how to contact him."
"You know what? You're right. Since you are upsetting most everyone here,
besides Anne, you should go check around and look for him, hopefully before my
evil self comes back to reclaim what's his."
Spike nodded his head and turned to leave when Angel called out to him, 'Be
careful, my boy, come back soon,' he thought, but only said, "Stay out of
trouble."
Spike couldn't help a smirk, he knew exactly what Angel was thinking, he thought
the same about him.
"Poofter," he mumbled, not seeing the small smile on Angel lips.
Angel watched him walk away and something faltered in his heart. He could never
tell it to anyone, no one would ever know. He would not know how to explain
what a sire feels for his childe, but Spike knew.
"…Your magnetizing colors are starting to fade
And you look as if you're tired from all the stars you've chasedYou've become attracted to a well-disguised escape
Driving without headlights down a crowded interstate
William please come home
It hurts too much to see you go
William please just stop
You don't have to do this anymore you know?
William please come home…"When Angel disappeared in the huge mansion Spike turned with a smirk to the
bushes, pulling someone out of them.
The brunette guy looked frightened and stunned until he realized that Spike had
a soul, he wouldn't hurt him.
"Well, fancy seeing you here, butt-monkey," Spike smirked, still holding the
trembling boy.
"Youuu-can't hurt me-you have a soul now."
He dropped him carelessly to the ground, "Oops, must be my soul doing."
Xander got up on his legs, quickly, "Where are you going?" he demanded of Spike.
Spike turned from him, not bothering to answer until Xander called behind him,
"I'll tell Buffy about this-this ceremony, I'll warn her and-" before he could
finish the sentence Spike was on him. In seconds he was suffocating him,
watching slowly how Xander's life blood was leaving his face white, turning him
paler until he finally dropped him, coughing hard.
Xander looked at him, surprised. Spike knew what he was most likely thinking;
Xander thought that Spike would act like Angel always did: annoyed like hell by
Xander but never laying a finger on him. But Spike was different, he would
never be like Angel, or Angelus. He was always different, having a soul didn't
change him THAT much compared to chip-Spike. Having someone putting a chip in
your brain does that to you. If he wanted to, he could have strangled Xander to
death. What drove Spike was his passions; passion to hate, love, or kill, which
never changed, soul or not.
But he knew Xander, knew him well enough to handle him. Xander cared about Buffy
and all of his actions in the past had been committed because he cared about
her. He loved her and wanted her to be safe, and that's why, at this particular
moment, Spike, aka William the Bloody, helped the trembling boy to his feet.
"I know you care for her," Spike stated the obvious.
"I do, that's why I need to tell her."
"Yes? And what would you say exactly; 'listen, Buffy, your future self performed
some mojo-ceremony which I know absolutely nothing about, I do not know the
effects it will have on you, or how you are connected to Angelus-' "
"Shut up, will you?!' Xander snapped at him, but Spike only smirked. "Of course
if you present it like that then yes, it looks stupid. But I don't trust the
two of you. I don't know what you're up to and I am sure it's not good!" he
accused pointing his finger at Spike.
"Well, mate, why don't you come along to where I'm going so you can see for
yourself what I'm doing?"
Spike's words threw him off; he couldn't say no now, could he? Not after the
long speech he had just given about trust and all, but spending God knows how
long with a vampire?
"No thanks, I had enough of you and I still don't trust you."
"Fine then, I guess you'll never know what it is that this ceremony is all
about, and what I'm looking for."
Xander paused to think about it. He had always wanted to prove to Buffy and the
rest of the Scoobies that he could be useful too, that he could become a hero,
someone people would talk about for generations to come. Besides, he reasoned,
he was curious as hell about this ceremony, and deep down in his heart he
trusted Spike, (of course he would never admit it loud enough for anyone to
hear, but he did).
"OK, Dead Boy Junior, let's take a road trip," Xander smiled and put a hand on
Spike.
Spike sighed and turned from him.
"You are not touching the bloody music in the car, and no Britney Spears-don't
look at me like that, mate. I heard you moan at night."
Xander blushed deeply as Spike shivered and followed him as he heard Spike start
singing.
"I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya 'round for a long long time
I really, I really, I really remember when you drank my wine
Why can't we be friends."
"Why is it this always happens to me," Xander sighed.
"…I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya walkin' down to China Town
I called ya, I called ya, I called ya
But you did not look around (yeah yeah)
I paid my I paid my I paid my money to the welfare line
I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya standing in it everytime
Why can't we be friends
The color, the color, the color
Of your skin don't matter to me
As long as, as long as, as long as
We can live in Harmony(yeah yeah)
I kinda, I kinda, I kinda
Like to be the president
Then I could, then I could, then I could
Show you how your money's spent
Why can't we be friends
Sometimes I don't speak right
But did i know what I was talking about
I know you're workin for the C.I.A.
They wouldn't have you in the mafia
Why can't we be friends …"