Virtually Clean
Chapter 5: A Bloody Puppet
Author's Note: Hey, thanks to all of you who have been reading and reviewing my work. I love getting input from fellow fans.
Before moving on to the following chapter, I would like to give you a few teasers of up coming chapters.
I have received a few reviews requesting the re-introduction of Lindsey....and I have every intention of doing so. It may take a while for me to get the chapter up with his introduction, due to the fact that I wish to study his character a bit better. I take pride in trying to stay as close to the original characters' personalities as possible, and justifying any unusual behavior on their part.
I have also received requests for B/A....and I think I can work it into the story line, I do want to include so of our friends from BTVS, however...this story is not a romantic piece. I'd like to be able to keep as true to J.W.'s writing style as possible. Naturally the drama with have to be their, but keeping in line with the final episode, I'd like this to focus more on the importance of the struggle, and the determination of our beloved characters. In short, romance will play a minor roll.
Anywho, thanks for all your reviews, I truly enjoy every one of them.
Enjoy!
As he watched Illyria leave his office, Spike began to feel a bit guilty. He shouldn't have snapped at her like that, but this job...it was really getting to him. He hated what he had become. A bloody puppet---and not the cute and felt-y kind either. H.A.D.E.--why? Why had he agreed? He suddenly became aware of the conflicts Angel had felt running Wolfram and Heart. After all, he was in the same situation.
H.A.D.E. wasn't all bad, not when it first started...that was about ten years or so ago, after he had sent Angel away. Back then Spike was just a grunt man. Doing all the dirty work, fighting off the baddies and such. His heroic actions reached a sort of legendary status, and the government soon caught wind of his little exploits. That's when they made the deal with him.
It was early. Sunrise. Spike was sitting on the roof of his apartment building watching the sun come up, as he had done every morning since he became human. He'd never again take that warmth and light for granted. Two men, both in black, walked up to him. They sat on either side, and stared out at the city for almost an hour before they finally said to him,
"You left your pants in the bathroom again."
Spike shook himself awake. Standing in his doorway was Wendy--a six foot muscular blonde, and the meanest wench Spike had ever laid eyes on.
"Did I?" Spike asked, trying to sound smug, but not entirely having the effect he was hoping for.
Wendy scrunched her thin red lips and cocked a thin wormy eyebrow.
"Why do you keep doing that? The head of the company leaving his dirty laundry in the ladies bathroom."
Spike turned his chair, and glared at her.
"Well, I suppose there's just no teaching me."
Wendy walked up to Spike's desk, pants in hand, and leaned over...spilling a grotesque amount of cleavage before his eyes.
"Maybe I'll just have to give you a spanking."
Spike smirked and leaned in close to her.
"Well, what are you waiting for, love? Let's have at her."
Wendy, rolling her eyes, backs away. She throws the pants at Spike, who laughs, and walks toward the door.
"Listen, William, if you want to keep your little vampire friend out of danger...you'll do as you are told."
Wendy leaves, and slams the door behind her.
"A bloody, puppet." Spike mumbles to himself.
Today had been shit. Lorne and Charlotte had been picked up again. No matter how many times he tries to keep them out of it, they keep getting sucked back in. There was no doubt that Gunn and the others thought the worst of him, but he couldn't tell them or...
As much as it pained him to admit it, he did care. About Angel that is. He had known the guy for over two hundred years...when you know someone that long...you can't help but get attached. Besides, Spike did have a little headway, not much, but enough to edge his way in and gain a bet of ground.
He never would have agreed to this job if it hadn't started out good. He thought he'd start out on the right side for once, he'd actually get the chance to fight, to make a real difference. At the time he thought it must have been the same feeling Angel felt when he first took control of the long gone L.A. Law firm.
Everything had felt right. For the first time in two centuries, he had gone back to being William. He couldn't very well be the head of an anti- demon organization with Spike's history hanging over his head. So he became William, at least to the public. They all saw him as the handsome hopeless romantic poet of his human life. Hell, he had even been named this years 'most eligible bachelor,' although rumors questioning his sexual orientation had been released.
Of course the government became involved, and H.A.D.E. stopped hunting only the evil demons, but began killing off the harmless ones too. Spike had protested, but they threatened to kill Angel...and their force would have been to strong. Not even the great Angel could have taken them all down. So here he remained.
Spike let his head fall to the desk and when he pulled it back up, was horrified to find Wendy standing before him. She had a gift bag in her hand.
"And what do you want? Change your mind about that spanking, have we?"
Wendy smirked. "You wish." She put the bag on Spike's desk. "A gift, for you."
"Aww, you remembered my birthday. How thoughtful of you." Spike said sarcastically.
Wendy turned and headed for the door, while Spike opened the bag. He reached in and pulled out a little finger puppet made to look like himself.
"Happy Birthday, Boss." Wendy said as she left the office. Spike threw the puppet at the door as she closed it.
He plopped back in his chair and sighed.
"A bloody puppet."
Chapter 5: A Bloody Puppet
Author's Note: Hey, thanks to all of you who have been reading and reviewing my work. I love getting input from fellow fans.
Before moving on to the following chapter, I would like to give you a few teasers of up coming chapters.
I have received a few reviews requesting the re-introduction of Lindsey....and I have every intention of doing so. It may take a while for me to get the chapter up with his introduction, due to the fact that I wish to study his character a bit better. I take pride in trying to stay as close to the original characters' personalities as possible, and justifying any unusual behavior on their part.
I have also received requests for B/A....and I think I can work it into the story line, I do want to include so of our friends from BTVS, however...this story is not a romantic piece. I'd like to be able to keep as true to J.W.'s writing style as possible. Naturally the drama with have to be their, but keeping in line with the final episode, I'd like this to focus more on the importance of the struggle, and the determination of our beloved characters. In short, romance will play a minor roll.
Anywho, thanks for all your reviews, I truly enjoy every one of them.
Enjoy!
As he watched Illyria leave his office, Spike began to feel a bit guilty. He shouldn't have snapped at her like that, but this job...it was really getting to him. He hated what he had become. A bloody puppet---and not the cute and felt-y kind either. H.A.D.E.--why? Why had he agreed? He suddenly became aware of the conflicts Angel had felt running Wolfram and Heart. After all, he was in the same situation.
H.A.D.E. wasn't all bad, not when it first started...that was about ten years or so ago, after he had sent Angel away. Back then Spike was just a grunt man. Doing all the dirty work, fighting off the baddies and such. His heroic actions reached a sort of legendary status, and the government soon caught wind of his little exploits. That's when they made the deal with him.
It was early. Sunrise. Spike was sitting on the roof of his apartment building watching the sun come up, as he had done every morning since he became human. He'd never again take that warmth and light for granted. Two men, both in black, walked up to him. They sat on either side, and stared out at the city for almost an hour before they finally said to him,
"You left your pants in the bathroom again."
Spike shook himself awake. Standing in his doorway was Wendy--a six foot muscular blonde, and the meanest wench Spike had ever laid eyes on.
"Did I?" Spike asked, trying to sound smug, but not entirely having the effect he was hoping for.
Wendy scrunched her thin red lips and cocked a thin wormy eyebrow.
"Why do you keep doing that? The head of the company leaving his dirty laundry in the ladies bathroom."
Spike turned his chair, and glared at her.
"Well, I suppose there's just no teaching me."
Wendy walked up to Spike's desk, pants in hand, and leaned over...spilling a grotesque amount of cleavage before his eyes.
"Maybe I'll just have to give you a spanking."
Spike smirked and leaned in close to her.
"Well, what are you waiting for, love? Let's have at her."
Wendy, rolling her eyes, backs away. She throws the pants at Spike, who laughs, and walks toward the door.
"Listen, William, if you want to keep your little vampire friend out of danger...you'll do as you are told."
Wendy leaves, and slams the door behind her.
"A bloody, puppet." Spike mumbles to himself.
Today had been shit. Lorne and Charlotte had been picked up again. No matter how many times he tries to keep them out of it, they keep getting sucked back in. There was no doubt that Gunn and the others thought the worst of him, but he couldn't tell them or...
As much as it pained him to admit it, he did care. About Angel that is. He had known the guy for over two hundred years...when you know someone that long...you can't help but get attached. Besides, Spike did have a little headway, not much, but enough to edge his way in and gain a bet of ground.
He never would have agreed to this job if it hadn't started out good. He thought he'd start out on the right side for once, he'd actually get the chance to fight, to make a real difference. At the time he thought it must have been the same feeling Angel felt when he first took control of the long gone L.A. Law firm.
Everything had felt right. For the first time in two centuries, he had gone back to being William. He couldn't very well be the head of an anti- demon organization with Spike's history hanging over his head. So he became William, at least to the public. They all saw him as the handsome hopeless romantic poet of his human life. Hell, he had even been named this years 'most eligible bachelor,' although rumors questioning his sexual orientation had been released.
Of course the government became involved, and H.A.D.E. stopped hunting only the evil demons, but began killing off the harmless ones too. Spike had protested, but they threatened to kill Angel...and their force would have been to strong. Not even the great Angel could have taken them all down. So here he remained.
Spike let his head fall to the desk and when he pulled it back up, was horrified to find Wendy standing before him. She had a gift bag in her hand.
"And what do you want? Change your mind about that spanking, have we?"
Wendy smirked. "You wish." She put the bag on Spike's desk. "A gift, for you."
"Aww, you remembered my birthday. How thoughtful of you." Spike said sarcastically.
Wendy turned and headed for the door, while Spike opened the bag. He reached in and pulled out a little finger puppet made to look like himself.
"Happy Birthday, Boss." Wendy said as she left the office. Spike threw the puppet at the door as she closed it.
He plopped back in his chair and sighed.
"A bloody puppet."