Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.42
Anger Becomes Him
Other info is in the first chapter
Buffy watches with abject horror, as the expressions on Spike's face changes in rapid succession. At first, it held all the love he felt for her, and then it changed to disbelief, horror, and ultimately settled on anger, as he stalked from her side to the door. It only took a few moments for all of the emotions to flash in his eyes, but to her it took an eternity.
Standing at the door, he remembers the terrible horror that had been written plain as day in Buffy's eyes. His hand had slid right through her cheek, like it were warm butter. His head shakes almost imperceptibly, his anger comes to the boiling point, as he stalks to the door, and walks straight through it.
Leaning, casually against the wall outside of the room, after she'd left the room when Spike had made his way around to the other side of the bed, Dawn is startled from her thoughts as the blonde vampire comes stalking out of the door.
He doesn't notice her, as she watches him from the corner of her eye. She doesn't realize he didn't open the door, but walked through it. As she keeps watching, she takes in the straight shoulders, predators stalk, and heaving breaths, as he walks down the hall. Whoa he's one pissed vamp. She thinks to herself.
She didn't mean to say it, but she couldn't not ask. "Spike?" Slips from between her lips, when he gets about twenty feet from her. She expected him to ignore her any way. She turns to the door to go back in to be with Buffy.
Spike hears the question, but doesn't have time to explain. "Not now, Nibblet. Have a bone to pick with the Great Poof." He shouts back over his shoulder, as he stalks to the bank of elevators at the end of the hall.
Dawn nods her head, and walks back in the room knowing he couldn't see her nod, but figures that he could've cared less at the moment.
Spike stops in front of the doors to the elevator, and tries to push the button to go back up, but his finger just slides right through it. His anger flies to new heights as he realizes he can't even push a button. He stands there listening for the car to come back down; the longer he stands the more his anger rises. Finally he hears the thing coming, he times it right, and steps through the doors startling a bunch of lawyers in the process, which makes him feel a little better.
His mind starts to wonder, as he waits for the elevator to stop on the right floor. They can make me all ghost like, but they can't give me the power to fly? What kind of bloody insane troll logic is that?Hell, even Casper had the ability to fly! Looking around at all the other people in the car with him, his eyes find a familiar looking blonde head, standing in the other corner. "Oh, bloody hell!" He whispers. The red headed woman beside him, gives him a strange look, and sidles closer to the man beside her. Spike rolls his eyes at her, and ducks his head as he tries his best to look as small as possible. He hopes to god that the airhead doesn't notice him.
Finally the car comes to a halt, and he doesn't care if it's the right floor or not, he's getting the hell out of here. There's always the stairs, it'll take longer than the lift, but as long as Harmony doesn't notice him, he could care less how long it takes. It'll just give him more time to get angrier, with that in mind he stalks from the car, head down, and praying under his breath that she hasn't seen him.
As he raises his head, he sees that he's on the right floor. "Guess the stairs are a no go." He says to himself, as he tries to make his way over to the right office. He can see Peaches sitting all high and mighty, in his nice, big, comfy looking, leather chair.
He wishes his stomping boots would make some kind of noise, but being all ghosty means that there's no sound what-so-ever coming from him, well that is until he opens his mouth, and he fully intends to give Angelus a piece of his ever so pissed off mind.
Stalking over to the office, determination evident in his eyes, he walks through the door, vamps as he nears the desk, and decides that to get the poofters attention he's going to stand right in the middle of it. Which means that he'll be standing in the stack of papers that the other vampire is reading through. A smile breaks out across his face; if he can't do anything but be annoying then he'll be a huge, pain in Angel's ass.
"Angelus." Spike's anger is palpable as he says the name.
Angel can't figure it out, his vision was perfectly clear just a moment ago, now there's this black fog covering it. He wipes a hand over his eyes, trying to get clarity back, and finish going through all the files that Harmony had given him this morning. "Angelus." He hears his alter ego's name, in an angry English accent.
"Spike?" Angel asks. His hand still rubbing at his eyes, as his head rises, and he scoots back in his seat. His eyes finally focusing, he sees that he hadn't gone temporarily blind. Just that the blonde vampire is standing where he was reading. Spike is vamped and looks as if he's about to do some major damage.
"What in the bloody hell, did you bleedin' wankers do to me?" The cockney screams, and swings a fist at Angel's head. "I can't touch my girl, you big, prancin' poof." His chest rises and falls rapidly with the completely unneeded air that passes through his incorporeal lungs.
Angel stands in stunned silence, and then starts to laugh maniacally. It's just too funny not to laugh at his grandchilde. The whole actually standing in the middle of his desk, and him only seeing the upper part of Spike is just too laughable. Then realization hits like a ten-ton weight. What the bleached wonder had just screamed at him was at the least disturbing. He quickly sobers, as the words register, and he goes over it in his mind.
Spike shakes back into his human guise, as he watches the barely imperceptible expressions on Angel's face.
Angel looks into the blue and livid eyes of the biggest, pain in his ass that has ever been, and stands to his full height. He moves forward, his index finger pointing in Spike's face, almost hitting him in the nose. "First of all, Spike." He spits the name out like it's an obscenity, and waves the finger between the two of them, making like he's going to make a huge point. "We, me, no one did a single thing to you. I just opened up some mail, and for some strange reason, someone thought it would be nice to send me you, all wrapped up in a nice little amulet. You came swirling out in a dusty, little, light show, for all to see." His eyes flash yellow for a fraction of a second. "And secondly." His middle finger comes up to join the other one, and pokes them both where Spike's chest should be. "Your girl, as you seem to claim, will never be yours, and she never was."
Spike still stands in the middle of the desk, as he smirks at the bloody bastard.
"What?" Angel looks stunned at the smirk.
"So the walking hair gel ad has more than one expression." Spikes smirk becomes a full-blown smile. "Who'd have thought." He chuckles, almost laughing right out, but he's mad. He has to remind himself of that, but damn the look was funny.
Angel's brow lowers, taking all of it in. "What's so fricking funny, Spike?" Yet again Spike's name comes out as if it's the worst word Angel has ever spoken.
"Oh, uh. Yeah." Spike straightens to his full height, smirk still present on his lips. He stares the darker man down, with his sparkling, but dangerous, blue-eyed glare. "On that second point you made." He takes in a deep breath, relishing the moment. God this is gonna be so bloody priceless. He thinks, looking at brood boy. "You see. There's a fat lot of stuff you just don't know jack about. I won't go into the whole long, bloody boring story. Just now, not when Buffy can't be here to justify and confirm it.
"What?" The stunned look again, Spike chuckles. "Buffy isn't, and never will be yours, Spike. You really do need to get over it." Angel points out as he starts to pace the length of the desk, and still enjoying the flicking of his fingers.
"Now, see, that's where you're wrong Angelus." Spike flicks his middle finger at the darker, broodier than he will ever be vampire. "You, see. Me." He turns his finger to his chest. "And Buffy were in the same place, while she was all comatose, and I was... Well for want of a better word DEAD! Seems the girl really is in love with me." His finger pokes through his chest a couple of times for emphasis. "Doesn't want anyone else. So, I'm thinkin'." His hand comes up to rub at his chin. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that makes her, MY." He slaps his chest. "Girl." He growls. His head cocks to the side, and he smirks at the stunned expression on the other vamps face. With that he turns around, the duster flying out like incorporeal wings around his torso, and stalks through the wall.
Coming to a halt halfway down the hall, he turns back around, and stalks back to the office, sticking his head back through the wall. "As for the first point." He says, watching as he gets brood boy's attention, again. "Find a way to fix me. I have a girl to attend to." With that his head disappears, and Angel scowls at the empty office.
Chp.42
Anger Becomes Him
Other info is in the first chapter
Buffy watches with abject horror, as the expressions on Spike's face changes in rapid succession. At first, it held all the love he felt for her, and then it changed to disbelief, horror, and ultimately settled on anger, as he stalked from her side to the door. It only took a few moments for all of the emotions to flash in his eyes, but to her it took an eternity.
Standing at the door, he remembers the terrible horror that had been written plain as day in Buffy's eyes. His hand had slid right through her cheek, like it were warm butter. His head shakes almost imperceptibly, his anger comes to the boiling point, as he stalks to the door, and walks straight through it.
Leaning, casually against the wall outside of the room, after she'd left the room when Spike had made his way around to the other side of the bed, Dawn is startled from her thoughts as the blonde vampire comes stalking out of the door.
He doesn't notice her, as she watches him from the corner of her eye. She doesn't realize he didn't open the door, but walked through it. As she keeps watching, she takes in the straight shoulders, predators stalk, and heaving breaths, as he walks down the hall. Whoa he's one pissed vamp. She thinks to herself.
She didn't mean to say it, but she couldn't not ask. "Spike?" Slips from between her lips, when he gets about twenty feet from her. She expected him to ignore her any way. She turns to the door to go back in to be with Buffy.
Spike hears the question, but doesn't have time to explain. "Not now, Nibblet. Have a bone to pick with the Great Poof." He shouts back over his shoulder, as he stalks to the bank of elevators at the end of the hall.
Dawn nods her head, and walks back in the room knowing he couldn't see her nod, but figures that he could've cared less at the moment.
Spike stops in front of the doors to the elevator, and tries to push the button to go back up, but his finger just slides right through it. His anger flies to new heights as he realizes he can't even push a button. He stands there listening for the car to come back down; the longer he stands the more his anger rises. Finally he hears the thing coming, he times it right, and steps through the doors startling a bunch of lawyers in the process, which makes him feel a little better.
His mind starts to wonder, as he waits for the elevator to stop on the right floor. They can make me all ghost like, but they can't give me the power to fly? What kind of bloody insane troll logic is that?Hell, even Casper had the ability to fly! Looking around at all the other people in the car with him, his eyes find a familiar looking blonde head, standing in the other corner. "Oh, bloody hell!" He whispers. The red headed woman beside him, gives him a strange look, and sidles closer to the man beside her. Spike rolls his eyes at her, and ducks his head as he tries his best to look as small as possible. He hopes to god that the airhead doesn't notice him.
Finally the car comes to a halt, and he doesn't care if it's the right floor or not, he's getting the hell out of here. There's always the stairs, it'll take longer than the lift, but as long as Harmony doesn't notice him, he could care less how long it takes. It'll just give him more time to get angrier, with that in mind he stalks from the car, head down, and praying under his breath that she hasn't seen him.
As he raises his head, he sees that he's on the right floor. "Guess the stairs are a no go." He says to himself, as he tries to make his way over to the right office. He can see Peaches sitting all high and mighty, in his nice, big, comfy looking, leather chair.
He wishes his stomping boots would make some kind of noise, but being all ghosty means that there's no sound what-so-ever coming from him, well that is until he opens his mouth, and he fully intends to give Angelus a piece of his ever so pissed off mind.
Stalking over to the office, determination evident in his eyes, he walks through the door, vamps as he nears the desk, and decides that to get the poofters attention he's going to stand right in the middle of it. Which means that he'll be standing in the stack of papers that the other vampire is reading through. A smile breaks out across his face; if he can't do anything but be annoying then he'll be a huge, pain in Angel's ass.
"Angelus." Spike's anger is palpable as he says the name.
Angel can't figure it out, his vision was perfectly clear just a moment ago, now there's this black fog covering it. He wipes a hand over his eyes, trying to get clarity back, and finish going through all the files that Harmony had given him this morning. "Angelus." He hears his alter ego's name, in an angry English accent.
"Spike?" Angel asks. His hand still rubbing at his eyes, as his head rises, and he scoots back in his seat. His eyes finally focusing, he sees that he hadn't gone temporarily blind. Just that the blonde vampire is standing where he was reading. Spike is vamped and looks as if he's about to do some major damage.
"What in the bloody hell, did you bleedin' wankers do to me?" The cockney screams, and swings a fist at Angel's head. "I can't touch my girl, you big, prancin' poof." His chest rises and falls rapidly with the completely unneeded air that passes through his incorporeal lungs.
Angel stands in stunned silence, and then starts to laugh maniacally. It's just too funny not to laugh at his grandchilde. The whole actually standing in the middle of his desk, and him only seeing the upper part of Spike is just too laughable. Then realization hits like a ten-ton weight. What the bleached wonder had just screamed at him was at the least disturbing. He quickly sobers, as the words register, and he goes over it in his mind.
Spike shakes back into his human guise, as he watches the barely imperceptible expressions on Angel's face.
Angel looks into the blue and livid eyes of the biggest, pain in his ass that has ever been, and stands to his full height. He moves forward, his index finger pointing in Spike's face, almost hitting him in the nose. "First of all, Spike." He spits the name out like it's an obscenity, and waves the finger between the two of them, making like he's going to make a huge point. "We, me, no one did a single thing to you. I just opened up some mail, and for some strange reason, someone thought it would be nice to send me you, all wrapped up in a nice little amulet. You came swirling out in a dusty, little, light show, for all to see." His eyes flash yellow for a fraction of a second. "And secondly." His middle finger comes up to join the other one, and pokes them both where Spike's chest should be. "Your girl, as you seem to claim, will never be yours, and she never was."
Spike still stands in the middle of the desk, as he smirks at the bloody bastard.
"What?" Angel looks stunned at the smirk.
"So the walking hair gel ad has more than one expression." Spikes smirk becomes a full-blown smile. "Who'd have thought." He chuckles, almost laughing right out, but he's mad. He has to remind himself of that, but damn the look was funny.
Angel's brow lowers, taking all of it in. "What's so fricking funny, Spike?" Yet again Spike's name comes out as if it's the worst word Angel has ever spoken.
"Oh, uh. Yeah." Spike straightens to his full height, smirk still present on his lips. He stares the darker man down, with his sparkling, but dangerous, blue-eyed glare. "On that second point you made." He takes in a deep breath, relishing the moment. God this is gonna be so bloody priceless. He thinks, looking at brood boy. "You see. There's a fat lot of stuff you just don't know jack about. I won't go into the whole long, bloody boring story. Just now, not when Buffy can't be here to justify and confirm it.
"What?" The stunned look again, Spike chuckles. "Buffy isn't, and never will be yours, Spike. You really do need to get over it." Angel points out as he starts to pace the length of the desk, and still enjoying the flicking of his fingers.
"Now, see, that's where you're wrong Angelus." Spike flicks his middle finger at the darker, broodier than he will ever be vampire. "You, see. Me." He turns his finger to his chest. "And Buffy were in the same place, while she was all comatose, and I was... Well for want of a better word DEAD! Seems the girl really is in love with me." His finger pokes through his chest a couple of times for emphasis. "Doesn't want anyone else. So, I'm thinkin'." His hand comes up to rub at his chin. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that makes her, MY." He slaps his chest. "Girl." He growls. His head cocks to the side, and he smirks at the stunned expression on the other vamps face. With that he turns around, the duster flying out like incorporeal wings around his torso, and stalks through the wall.
Coming to a halt halfway down the hall, he turns back around, and stalks back to the office, sticking his head back through the wall. "As for the first point." He says, watching as he gets brood boy's attention, again. "Find a way to fix me. I have a girl to attend to." With that his head disappears, and Angel scowls at the empty office.