Revenge chap 16
"That isn't funny, Spike… at all. What have you been drinking?"
Spike sighed wearily.
"Please come to Buffys house. I need your help."
Without any other words he put the phone back in the cradle and walked to Buffy. With one look at her he picked her up again to carry her to the bedroom.
"What are you doing?"
"You need rest… you seem like you're about to tip over. Now love, let me worry about everything and just go to sleep for me, alright? Tomorrow it'll be better, I promise."
"Are you going to leave me?"
Her voice sounded so tiny, so lost, that Spike felt his heart breaking. He gently laid her on the bed and went to sit next to her.
"I can't promise that I'll never leave your side… that's impossible. But I will always come back to you, that you can count on."
With that he kissed her and lovingly touched her cheek.
"Sleep now. Willow will come over soon and she'll stay with you for the rest of the night, you won't be alone."
Two minutes after Spike had put the phone down, Willow was still staring at it.
"Will, what's wrong?"
Tara asked this sleepily, from her side of the bed, before slowly standing up and coming towards Willow. She took the phone out of Willows hand and turned the other girl towards her.
"Will? Was that Spike? What is wrong?"
"He just told me he has killed Angel."
"You have probably understood him wrong, honey."
"He literally said: I killed Angel. I have to go to Buffy's house, I can't stand this!"
Tara watched her friend frantically looking for her clothes and shoes and decided it was better to come along. Willow was in now condition to drive or do anything for that matter.
"Will, your shoes!"
She called out after the redhead, dangling the shoes in front of her as she walked past Willow. She took the seat of the driver and they hurried to Rodello Drive together, where they were greeted by an open front door and silence.
"Something is definitely wrong here."
"Spike? Spike!"
Spike came walking down the stairs and smiled at the pair.
"Thank you for coming so fast. I need you to stay with Buffy while I take care of some business. And then it'll be all over."
"Were you… were you telling the truth?"
Spike glanced at her and sighed. He stepped back to be able to close the door and watched the both of them for a moment before turning his back to them.
"It's better if you don't know much about it. If they catch me, you won't be accomplices that way. Just take care of Buffy for me… she is not well."
Willow wanted to go after Spike as he went to the basement, but Tara held her back, pointing towards the stairs.
"Buffy needs you now… Spike is right. Let him be."
Willow let herself be dragged upstairs where Tara opened the door for her towards Buffys room. She stayed near the door, but let Willow go to the bed, where Buffy lay asleep. The only thing they could do is watch and hope she would not awake and find Spike gone. They had no idea of the condition Buffy was in mentally.
Spike had much difficulty with moving Angels body which had become heavier now that the person in question didn't cooperate. With effort he lifted the dark haired man and carried him towards Angels car. He hoped he could let the both of them disappear… and with that hoped nobody would ever think of the man again.
Laying a blanket over the body, he sighed and turned towards the house once more.
"If I go to prison… it was worth it. I did this for Buffy." He reminded himself before getting in the car and driving away. Trying to think about everything at once, he checked where he could have left fingerprints and if he had touched Angels clothing somewhere he hadn't supposed to.
He drove the car straight to a swamp close to the spot where Angel had dumped Riley. He shifted the car in gear and jumped out of it at the last moment, making a nasty fall himself. As he crawled up he watched the car disappear in the muddy water.
"Maybe you don't believe it, but I'm sorry, Angel. You would have devastated Buffy, if you haven't already."
"Stay where you are!"
Lights flashed from everywhere and Spike stood like a deer caught in headlights, hands slightly above his head and not knowing where to turn. A policeman carefully stepped towards him.
"So, you have made the mistake to come back to the place of crime… and with a second murder nonetheless. Turn around and lay down."
