AN: So as to not break the tension, I did not write how Riley ended up inside the house, but let us say that Angel dragged him in. :o)
Revenge chap. 13
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Spike woke up a little fuzzy and with a terrible head ache. 'Reminds me of the last time I drank too much in Oxford." He thought to himself as he wanted to rub his forehead. To his amazement, his hands didn't cooperate… they were somehow… bound together?
"I'm glad to see you're awake."
He knew that voice. He had heard it many times before, in his nightmares more than anywhere else. He opened his eyes to stare in the face of Angel.
"Good, no more pretending to be asleep now, Englishman. Wouldn't want your ex-girlfriend to feel lonely, now do you? After all, that guy over there," He said as he pointed at a silent Riley, "Doesn't seem to mean much anyway. She begged to let you go, do you know that? How pathetic can you be, right? Like I would ever let you get away from here."
Spike scratched his throat before opening his mouth. It felt like something had died on his tongue, but he managed to keep a straight face.
"Just let the bloke go, Angel. He has nothing to do with this."
"I agree." Angel said with a nod. "It was very unfortunate for him to go home with Buffy. But then again, who wouldn't go home with her, right man?" He said friendly towards the startled young man.
"Och come now, you've lost your tongue? Riley, is it? You see, Riley, I don't like it when people mess with what is mine. And despite what Buffy ever might have told you… She is mine."
"I'm…"
"Shut your mouth, girl, or you'll be sorry."
Spike silently shook his head at her. This was a far too dangerous situation to be going all badass on Angel. He didn't know how the man had survived these few years of prison, but his mental state certainly didn't get better. The ex-prisoner went on rambling about what Buffy had ever done to him, in the most gruesome details one could get. Buffy blushed and ducked her head away, but Riley didn't even glance at her.
"Would you still want her after what I told you?"
"It could be lies."
The silence grew thick in the room as Angel glared at Riley. But then he smiled and paced around the room.
"Yes, of course it could be all lies… But you have heard of her reputation too, haven't you? Haven't you!" Angel practically shouted at Riley, who nodded.
"Reputation?" Spike whispered to Buffy, who just put her head in her hands and refused to answer to anyone.
"What kind of reputation, Riley? Tell Spike."
"Some guys call her the make out queen."
"And all that, Spike." Angel said as he walked closer to him. "Behind your back, while you were in Oxford. Auch, must hurt."
"I don't care, Angel." Spike said calmly.
"No, of course you don't, I figured you might have said something like that. But you see, I know better. It eats you away inside, a gnawing feeling… and before you know it, your shell will start to burst and the both of you would be in a terrible fight, which I would love to see. First things first though."
He turned back to Riley and grinned.
"You planned to date Buffy."
"No sir, I didn't."
The young man was scared, one could sense it from a mile off, but he tried to put on a brave face as he denied the words of Angel.
"You even meant to go further than that, you wanted to go out with her permanently, you wanted to become her new boyfriend."
"I only wanted to be friends with her."
"That's bullshit and you know it. Because of your dishonesty… and the fact that you do want Buffy, as much as you deny it, you will have to die."
"But;.. but… he 'was' her boyfriend."
"I am well aware of that, his fate will be even more harsh than yours. You just got in the way, I'm afraid."
"Angel, no!" Buffy shouted as she wanted to run towards him, but he backhanded her and she flew a few feet further in the room. Spike couldn't do anything as the knots on the ropes were extremely tight.
"Angel, think about this, mate. If they catch you, this will be worse than before."
The person concerned looked up into Spikes eyes, his own glistening with pure insanity.
"Guess what, Englishman, I don't care." He said clearly as pulled the trigger of the gun, which he had been carrying all that time in his hand, and aimed at the heart of a stunned Riley. The young man gasped as he fell to the floor in obvious pain, but it didn't take long. After a bit more than a minute, his body lay perfectly still.
"What have you done?" Buffy whispered.
"He got what he deserved. After I get rid of him, it will be time for the both of you."
