AN: Macotee: Thank you, it's nice that at least someone reads my story. And I fear it will get worse before it gets better.

Revenge chap. 12

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"What kind of twisted sicko are you, mate?" Spike asked through the phone, still not believing it was his former enemy.

"Twisted sicko, interesting choice of words… even more interesting as you realise I have a loaded gun pointed at the headof your girlfriend. Or should I say, ex-girlfriend? I knew you were into my seconds, man, I just didn't think it would take you so long to get rid of her."

That silken tone betrayed the truth to Spike. He had hoped, until now, it was some kind of sick joke Buffy played on him for dumping her. Her new boyfriend calling him to tell he would never get a chance with Buffy again, something like that. But this, this was…

"Angel!"

"You finally recognise me. Now that you do, it is time you get over here, Brit boy. I think I have been patient for long enough. I want you, in this house, in half an hour. Got that?"

"Yeah."

"Good. See ya then, Englishman."

"Hello? Hello!" Spike was still yelling in the phone when Angel hung up. He wanted to talk to Buffy, see how she was. He couldn't care less about her new boyfriend, or how she preferred to call that Riley bloke, but he had to help her. With only a slight hesitation he dialed the number for Willows dorm.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"I'm sorry, Will, I know it's late, but you have to do me a favour." Spike said urgently. His voice almost sounded begging and that was what got Willow to listen. Spike never begged, not for anything or to anyone… this had to be important.

"What's wrong?"

"Angel is back in town."

The gasp on the other line made clear nobody had ever thought this might be a possibility. He heard Willow say something to Tara, who had just woken up.

"How come? He had to do more than ten years?"

"Out on good behaviour, I have no idea. Thing is, he is still into his old habits. Listen Willow, if you can't find me in the morning, call the police."

"What?"

"You've heard me."

"Spike, what are you going to do? Spike!"

He did not respond, but put down the phone and sighed. He couldn't tell his best friend the truth or she would try to talk him out of it. Picking up his cellphone and his wallet, he ran towards his car. He only had twenty minutes left to get to Buffy and he knew he would barely make it.

"What did Spike say, Will?"

"That if he doesn't show tomorrow, we have to call the police."

"What do you think has happened?"

"I don't know. He said Angel was in town, maybe he has tried to contact Buffy or something. Whatever it was, it didn't sound too good."

Willow sighed as she contemplated on calling the police right at that moment. Why would they believe her? The only thing she knew was that an ex-prisoner walked around town and that it happened to be an enemy of a close friend of hers, who had called her in panick. It could mean anything and that was probably what the police would say too.

"Do you want to go and see Buffy?"

"Now? No, she's probably asleep, or Spike is with her. Maybe they can even talk things out a little."

"I'm sorry for them, you know… they never really had the chance for a normal relationship."

Willow nodded and looked at her girlfriend, grateful for what they had together. Still worried, but just a tad less, she crawled back into bed and attempted to get some sleep.

Spike looked at the house as he shut down the engine of his car. All seemed quiet and dark, just like it was supposed to be at this time of night. But still, something was off… like no soul dared to even breath in- or outside the house. He locked his car up and walked to the front door of the house. Spike hesitated as he wanted to knock.. what would he find? Buffy and Riley in a pool of blood, just for him to find. Or would they laugh at him because he came rushing here, if it was a joke after all. Then he knocked, pushing all other thoughts aside.

"Open the door." Angel whispered in Buffys ear as he stood right behind her, with the gun at her back. Buffy walked towards the door and opened it, seeing Spike.

"Spike, don't…"

"Ahahah." Angel said as he gave her a hard nudge in the back. Buffy hissed in pain ,but shut her mouth. Spike stood, staring at Angel, before his face contorted in anger.

"You sick bastard! Why did you even show up here!"

"Lovely to see you to, Englishman. Why don't you come on in?"

"I'm not in the mood for one of your jokes, Angel."

"Too bad then, because you see… you have no say in what happens here." Angel said slowly as a grin appeared on his face. "Now get inside this house or your ex-girlfriend will be no more, do you understand?"

Although Spike knew Angel wasn't going to harm Buffy, not just yet, he stepped inside the house and got knocked out by Angel immediately.

"You're not pulling that karate stunt on me again." Angel grumbled as he pushed Buffy towards the kitchen.

"Find rope and tie him up."