AN: Thank you for the reviews! Oh.. and guess who's baaaaaack!
Revenge chap.11
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"Damn you, Spike."
Buffy slammed the phone back in its cradle, but picked it up after a few seconds, trying to call on his cellphone.
"This is Spike, leave a message."
"Spike, it's Buffy! If you're there, please pick up. I saw Angel again and this time I didn't imagine it. He was here, Spike, he's back in town. I'm so scared…"
Almost in tears, she hung up. She cursed herself for the fact Angel still had that much effect on her. And why did she have to run to Spike? She could tell Riley and he would help her as well.
While telling herself to do just that, she kept seated and stared at the phone.
"I'm pathetic." She sighed.
"It's good to know I'm not the only one thinking it." A voice came from very close behind her. She turned suddenly and stood eye to eye with the one she had dreamed about for months, whose name she screamed when she woke up from her nightmares.
"Angel."
"Hello, Buffy."
A muffled groan came from the young man which he held. Riley had been knocked over the head, but he was slowly waking up.
"On the couch, the both of you." Angel grumbled as he showed them a supposedly loaded gun, waving with it towards the piece of furniture. Buffy took Riley by the hand and lead him towards the couch, sitting next to him.
"What a lovely scene… too bad it's not with the Englishman anymore, than I would have a little more fun than now."
"What do you want, Angel?"
"What I've always wanted… you."
Buffy swallowed as Riley shook his head. He had heard most of the conversation, but couldn't grasp it; He didn't understand what was going on.
"I don't know who you are, man, but…"
Angel glared at the young man in front of him. "You are lucky you're not the one I need, boy, or you would have been dead by now."
That did shut Riley up. Angel shoved the phone back in Buffy's hands. "You are going to call Spike and you're going to tell him I'm here… in your house. Just tell him the truth, I want him to come running, understand?"
"No! You can't! I won't do it."
She didn't see his hand coming and it hit her cheek quite hard. With tears in her eyes she looked defiantly at him.
"You can't make me, Angel, you'll have to kill me for it."
"I'll even do worse." Angel grinned as he pulled a struggling Riley closer. He pointed the gun right at his ear. "I don't think… Riley, is it?... wants to die just yet. But I will kill him if you don't pick up that phone and tell Spike to come over here. Maybe I'll just torture him a little first."
"No… Angel, please."
"You have no idea what you did to me in jail, girl. Now you'll have to live the hell you created for me. Call him!"
Without thinking she picked up the phone and dialled the number. Another few rings, but still the answering machine of the cell phone did his work.
"You see? Answering machine, he doesn't want to talk to me."
"Then make him!" Angel shouted.
She sighed and dialed again.
"Spike, it's Buffy. Would you please pick up the phone? I know you are there because it rings. This is the third message already… please?"
Spike sighed as the phone rung for the third time that night. He knew who it was and he had to refrain himself from answering. He and Buffy had broken up, it was not right to call each other right after a breakup… was it? It took the fifth call for him to pick up.
"Buffy, would you please leave me alone."
"Spike? Spike, I have to talk to you."
"No, you don't… Buffy…"
"No, I mean it. Angel is here."
"What?"
"Hello Englishman." A male voice sounded through the phone. "I think it's better you get over here, because your girlfriend and her… lover are pretty much dead otherwise."
