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Alrighty then, third installment! I am happy to report, my lovies, that in this one…PLOT BEGINS TO DEVELOP…ooooers….

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Meanwhile in Morgan's Apartment

Willow poured milk into the three cups, and then brought the tea over to the two other women sitting on the couch.

"Well, Spike wants to get into your pants," Willow said cheerfully. Gwen laughed while Morgan groaned.

"Don't remind me," she begged.

Gwen grinned, and began to sing. "He wants to hold you, he wants to love you, he wants to-"

"Decapitate Gwen," Morgan finished, while Willow laughed softly.

"Well, we know one thing for sure: Angel is a moody bastard," Gwen said understatedly.

"It's a well known fact," Willow agreed assuredly.

Morgan sighed, and rubbed her forehead. "Yeah, but I want to do something right around him. Make him see that I'm worth his while, y'know? But, I keep screwing up..."

Gwen laughed. "No, Spike keeps screwing it for you. That guy has got the worst timing," she insisted.

The girls were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. Morgan frowned and got up. She opened the door to find Angel standing there, glancing around from left to right in a frantic sort of manner.

"Where did it go?" He muttered forlornly. "Damn! Where the hell did it disappear to?"

Morgan gazed at him, one eyebrow cocked in confusion. "Wha?" She asked, her mouth hanging open.

Angel pushed past her and into the living room.

"Speak of the devil!" Cried Gwen, after he practically ran though, swinging his head to and fro as he passed.

"Wait a minute," said Willow, "since he's a vampire, shouldn't she have to invite him in?"

"Well yeah, unless he's been here before," said Gwen off-handedly. Then her eyes lit up. "Oooo..."

"Gwen. Mind. Gutter. Out," snapped Morgan, still looking at the frantic Angel with surprised eyes. "What are you looking for, Angel?"

"I've been here before, yes, on business," Angel said shortly, muttering to himself, and glancing around the room, not answering her Morgan's question.

Gwen rolled her eyes, and leaned over to Willow, and said, not very subtly, "Business my ass," while Willow stifled giggles, and Morgan short glares at them.

"Where the hell did it go?" Muttered Angel.

Morgan, yelping, dived for her bedroom door, slamming it shut before Angel could get in there, in the process nearly taking off Angel's first couple of fingers.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR THAT INVOLVES MY BEDROOM!" She yelled, finally getting Angel's attention.

He looked surprised and replied, "You didn't see it come in here?"

"Ah," shouted Morgan testily, "if I had seen 'it', I wouldn't be asking what 'it' was. Duh."

Angel glared at her briefly. Oh fantastic job girl, Morgan thought to herself, what a way to get in good with the boss! Be scathingly sarcastic. Dolt!

In the background she could hear Gwen's voice. "Ah how sweet. Lover's quarrel."

Both Morgan and Angel turned around, "GWEN!"

"Alright, alright! I'll be quiet then," Gwen pouted.

Angel and Morgan turned back to one another. "Now," started Angel...and stopped. A confused look passed over him. "What were we shouting about?"

"Hmmm..." thought Morgan dramatically, "I dunno...OH! Maybe we were arguing about the fact that you barged into my apartment, started tearing it a part, and are now attempting to violate my privacy for no apparent reason! DOES THAT SOUND LIKE A REASON TO SHOUT TO YOU!"

"Listen!" retorted Angel, returning the loud-tone, "I saw something slip in here. Something very dangerous and I need to find it! Does that suffice? Or is written notice required!"

Gwen and Willow watched, wide eyed at the insults being past back in forth. The two glanced at each other, and then back at the shouting pair. Willow then conjured some popcorn. She offered it to Gwen, who grinned, and settled back against the couch.

"That's SOOOO detailed! I completely understand now! Here, let me get out of your way so you can rummage through my things in search of this mysterious...," Morgan leaned in, her voice at a small whisper, "...scary thing...ooo..."

Angel growled threateningly, but Morgan shouted on. "Oh! And if you find that pair of black underwear that I've lost, tell me, will you? Oh, and please, don't forget to look inside the third draw on the left, 'cause that's where all my personal items are! Cause, dear lord help us, we're WOMEN and LORD SAVE US, just can't defend ourselves, like a big burly MAN can!"

Angel scowled, and Morgan pretended to swoon. "Gwen, darlin', catch, me our savior is scowling! Please, darling MAN do stop and rummage around my things!"

Gwen rushed forward to catch her "fainting" friend. Angel promptly growled at her. She promptly stuck her tongue out at him.

Realizing that she was actually supporting Morgan she looked down, her face strained with effort. "Wow, Morgs...did you put on some happy fat?"

Morgan opened one of her eyes. "I'm going to stake you later you do know that don't you?"

Gwen grinned at her, and stuck out her tongue again. "You'd have to catch me first, be-hotch, and when your all tired out due to this extra happy fat, I'll come around and stake your ass!"

Morgan snorted, and, to prove her point, in space about 3 seconds, Gwen was sitting on her ass on the floor, while Morgan smirked above her. Willow, used to this sort of behavior (she was one of the very few privy to the 'Morgan and Gwen are vampires' deal) continued to much on her popcorn and offered some to the very confused, and now severely hacked off Angel.

"Do you mean to tell me that you two are vampires?" He asked, in his award winning 'You Two Are in SO Much Trouble You Might As Well Stake Yourself Now' tone, perfected in 1814 on Spike. Gwen and Morgan, realizing what they had just given away, glanced at each other.

"Actually, we didn't mean to tell you anything. That rather just slipped out..," said Gwen, seeing the very, very angry look on his face. She glanced at Morgan, who looked just as nervous.

"Er...you couldn't like...forget that you heard that, could you?" The latter asked nervously, really not wanting to deal with said Very Hacked Off Angel. Hacked Off Angel she could deal with, Very Hacked Off Angel she let Spike handle.

"No, I really don't think I can," he said, looking livid. All three women gulped. Angel was looking a bit scary. Then a loud squeak resounded through out the room. All four of its occupants blinked twice and looked at each other.

"Willow…," started Morgan slowly.

"It wasn't me! I don't squeak, I whine!" She defended herself

"Wow," mused Gwen to herself, "that sounds so wrong."

Another squeak resounded. This time, everyone started looking around them.

"Was that a squeaky toy?"

"I don't own a dog!"

"It doesn't have to be a DOG toy..."

"GWEN..."

Willow turned and noticed a small round ball of fuzz that seemed to be rolling out from underneath the living room couch.

Suddenly, two eyes opened from beneath the fuzz and blinked in the light. "Aw..." crooned Willow. She stooped down and picked up the small furry animal. "It's so cute!"

The strange ball rotated to face her. She smiled and leaned her face in.

The thing unexpectedly began to cough and hack, making Willow jump away from it. It continued to cough as the four room occupants watched it warily.

The thing suddenly hacked and brought forth a black ball of cloth.

"Ew...," Gwen groaned, as Willow wrinkled her nose. Morgan squinted at the black ball.

"Hey...those are my knickers!" She exclaimed, while the other three stared at her. She strode over to the fluff ball, which looked rather proud of itself (for a fuzz ball) as she unrolled the panties. Gwen did a double take when she saw them, not to mention Angel's shocked face.

"Jesus, Morgan...who'd ya buy those for!" She asked, staring at the very complicated underwear.

Morgan, noticing the others very shocked looks, blushed. "I didn't," she said, looking hard at Gwen, "Markus bought them for me."

Gwen's shocked look fell into one of unreadable emotions. Morgan nodded grimly.

"Wouldn't have kept them, but despite their looks, they are bloody comfortable," she said, with a shrug. Gwen smiled, albeit a little stifled.

Willow and Angel glanced at each other.

"Who's Markus?" Willow asked, curious.

Morgan looked over to Gwen with a crooked grin. "Our sire," Gwen said, "The dirty bastard he was."

Morgan made a saluting gesture. "Three cheers for that." Angel looked surprised.

"This...Markus...he sired both of you?"

Gwen and Morgan looked at each other, the signs of embarrassment showing on their faces. "Er...let's not talk about this? Maybe, you know, later?" Morgan said, coughing. Gwen nodded. Changing the subject, Morgan examined the fuzz ball.

"Dangerous being, eh, Angel?" Gwen grinned at the uncomfortable vampire.

"Positively terrifying, but I have another question for our broody vampire, which is, why are you here in the first place?" Morgan asked.

Angel looked rather uncomfortable and said "Ah right, well actually, I wanted to...uh...," he hesitated painfully for a good 10 seconds.

Willow, puff ball sitting in one hand, jolted him into starting. "I would like to remind you that unlike the rest of the assembled party, I won't live forever."

"Huh?" He said, looking very confused.

"Angel!" cried Morgan, "Just tell me, I'm getting tired of waiting!"

"Well, I just wanted to say that...well...I'm sorry. For being so...gruff with you earlier."

Morgan crossed her arms in front of her, "Did ya now?"

"Yes. I realize that I was...well...

"A stupid jerk?" Offered Willow.

"Inexcusably stupid and unfeeling?" Joined Gwen.

"How about being a hair gel addict and a nancy boy to boot?" Came Spike's British drawl from the door. Gwen started, yelped and fell into Willow, who fell down with a squeak, the fuzz ball flying out of her hands. Cursing, Morgan jumped forward, and caught the ball and cradled it to her chest.

"SPIKE!" All four occupants yelled. Spike smirked.

"Love you too." Two middle fingers came from behind the couch, one done up in metallic blue, the other in a soft pink.

Spike looked a little surprised. "Why Red, didn't know you had it in you," he said from the doorway. He glanced over at Morgan. "Gonna ask me in, love?"

Morgan snorted. "As if. What do you want, Spike?" She demanded.

Spike placed a hand over his heart, feigning crushed feelings. "Why, love, I'm hurt," he said, his voice pitched in what he thought to be a wounded tone, but really came out as whiney.

Gwen detangled herself from Willow, gave a hand to the grumbling red-head, and then whirled to face the blonde vampire. "You want me to hurt you, Spike? I'd be glad to be of service," she said, her eyes flashing dangerously, tone pitched low.

Spike rolled his eyes, "I'm terrified, Princess."

Gwen's eyes narrowed, and Willow and Morgan flinched. The dirty blonde vampress nodded to the red-haired human. "He's paving his own little way to hell, here isn't he?"

The witch nodded. She looked at the smirking vampire in the doorway and waved. "Nice knowing you, Spike. You're in for it now." Angel wisely stayed silent.

Gwen sent her flashing eyes onto the dark haired vamp. "I'd hate to do this to you without your permission, Angel. May I send your Undead Grand-Vamp to hell?"

Angel grinned. "Be my guest," he said, with a little gesture.

Gwen displayed a wild grin. Then she vamped out. Angel and Spike watched in surprise. Unlike most vampires where their eyes turn yellow and their foreheads come together, Gwen's transformation was quite different. Her usually casually amused brown eyes flashed red, her short dark brown hair turned a brilliant black, and her fangs drew out of her mouth, and skimmed her bottom lip. Her metallic nails turned black and grew. She herself grew a few inches. She looked every bit of a very beautiful, very dangerous, and very hacked off vampress.

Spikes mouth dropped open, his eyes widening. Angel's eyebrows shot up, then looked at Morgan, and seemed to ask with his eyes, 'You too?' In response, her normally green eyes flashed a dark blood-like crimson, and then went back to her mischievous green.

Gwen turned her now scarlet eyes on Morgan, still baring her teeth in a feral grin, making her look slightly insane. "Do you mind if I invite him? We can do that spell later, and I don't want to get blood on the carpet in the hallway."

Morgan nodded, smiling grimly. Gwen turned back to the stunned vampire in the doorway. "Come on in, Spike," her voice like steel wrapped in silk.

Spike was a little nervous, but strode in, looking confident. Gwen kept her eyes on Spike, but spoke to Willow.

"If you'd be so kind, Oh Mistress of Magick?" she asked. Willow shut the door and silenced the apartment, so no one could listen in.

In a storm of movement so fast that the two male vampires had a hard time seeing, she drew her gun and hired four rounds into Spike's chest.

As/Ns: What can we say? Spike just got shot, if that doesn't deserve a shout out, I don't know what does!

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