Title: Unnatural 6/8

Series: Unnatural!Verse. Part One.
Author: Miz Thang
Summary: post-Shells, Illyria has a few thoughts on things. The people she has to deal with. This takes a little twist on canon. I'll just say this doesn't turn out to be a happy ending fic.
Spoilers: Season 5 of Angel, up to Shells, and some plot points beyond that.
Warnings: Spike/Illyria. Sex. Character Death.
Rating: FRM

Author's Note: I think that moment you've been looking for is here. Spike'sSavior, we'll find out by the eighth (and last) chapter what happens. Imzadi, I knew from the moment that I wrote it that I'd change the scene to fit Illyria's plans. I don't think I'll be destroying the world. At least, I don't know. Might be an open-ended thing. Like a decide for yourself. The Wes thing? Well, that's what the words that come after this are for, so, read on. :D

Chapter Six: Buffy

Angel had set back her plans. This much was obvious to her. She had decided to not let it get to her, though. There were worst things.

Such as the fact that Spike was avoiding her. And it wasn't unintentional. He knew he was doing it. He could be talking to Angel one moment, and then the second Illyria entered the office, he'd leave. Of course, she'd forget Angel and follow him, but it still left Angel frowning.

He wasn't so lucky in his most recent attempt to avoid her. She stepped on the elevator a milli-second after him and blocked his way out as the doors slid closed behind her. "You are avoiding me. Why?"

"Let's just say I've come to my senses, Blue. This is one of the worst ideas in my love life history."

She stared at him for a long moment. Then she reached and pressed a button. The elevator jerked to a stop in between floors. She had seen Wesley do it numerous times, in order to set rules for any intercourse on the subject of the shell.

"Our feelings are mutual?" she asked, calling to him with the precious blood bond she'd started, had increased without him knowing of her doing so.

Spike tried to not look at her. "Really doesn't matter." This was a bad idea. Getting romantically involved with Illyria would have to be the stupidest thing he'd ever done. Second only to falling in love with Buffy. And that was another clue.

"I roam this building of no real importance, as it crawls with beings I'd rather see dead than stand in their stench for longer than I have to. Beings too filthy to even kneel before my greatness. This shell it too weak for my greatness. For reasons I now believe moronic, I gave some of this greatness to you. I…" she flailed for the words to explain in her rant. "I have feelings for you. Feelings which I cannot control. Feelings that are ruining, staining, me. I cannot rule this world. And I cannot kill everything that defies me. I cannot get all my heart's desires-"

She broke off and seemed to calm down in that instant. "I will not just let you go. We are bound; you are my mate."

"What are you going to do then?" he asked, waiting for her to answer. He knew that she meant every word she said. He could see it. She didn't have enough tact for anything else. Except, especially at this exact moment, he wished she did have tact. Basketfuls, in fact.

And she knew that he knew that. She stepped into his personal space. Unfortunately for him, there was nowhere to take a step back to, as the wall of the elevator told him when he backed into it.

"Illyria-"

"No." She took another step and he was really trapped. "I will kiss you now." She pressed her lips against his.

He tried to resist, he really did, but instead found himself responding. Funny how even though they paid each other no mind for weeks, they now had this chemistry, this passion that surrounded them.

They were still there minutes later when people began banging on the elevator roof, trying to see if anyone was inside…only they were still kissing at that point.

-

It was only a matter of time. Wesley and Angel were both extremely suspicious of them after Illyria had decided to hold up the elevator. Once Spike's brain had started working again, he'd personally wanted to kill her for that stunt…until later at his apartment. Then he kind of lost all train of thought that he had once had going.

Miraculously, no one found out then. About Illyria and Spike. No, Spike and Illyria continued their secret affair that he was still trying to name, and maybe even still trying to find a way out of before he broke his own heart. No one found out until days later when Illyria pinned him after a match. That was a weird moment in itself, what with Spike being just as super-charged as Illyria.

She lowered her face to Spike's and their accidental audience was surprised to find out for a kiss. At the time, the dark vampire and the human were holding a conversation regarding the Old One and her new found closeness to Spike when they saw this. And that Spike was responding to it passionately; in fact, he switched their positions in an attempt to pin her and take it further.

It was kind of morbid and voyeuristic for Angel and Wesley. Not to say anything, interrupt, leave. They stood there, watching as the two-dare them think it, let alone say it-god kings, made out on the floor…or maybe they had been making out, because from the way they were moving, both man and vampire were pretty sure it had escalated to sex.

And Angel wanted to march out there and tell Spike that a relationship with Illyria, the one person that Angel wanted to kill these days, was not something to end in goodness. Hell, fucking her on the spic and span training room floor was also another dumb idea as far as Angel was concerned.

"I believe we now understand the extent of their…closeness." Wesley said, somewhat stiffly. It had occurred to him to remain neutral. Unfeeling and neutral was good. It was pure nonchalance on his part that would let the confrontation that would undoubtedly happen go over more smoothly.

Angel let out a breath. "Understatement of the year, Wes."

-

Wesley and Angel had decided to wait for them outside, as much as they both wanted to interrupt, for their own reasons. Angel because he'd most likely try to kill one, or both. Wesley because he wanted to remain calm, cool, and level-headed in this situation, already thinking Angel wouldn't be.

Spike already had a bad feeling the moment he saw them, and thought that it very accurately had to do with him and Illyria.

"We need to talk." Angel said firmly, and that confirmed it for the bleached blond. He and Wesley knew. How they knew wasn't all that important, all he wanted was to avoid this entirely.

"No, we don't. You just think we do." Spike retorted.

"Your…relationship…is not healthy, Spike. Illyria-" Wesley started, attempting to be the voice of reason.

"Do not presume you can describe me, or what my intentions may be. Our time of being confidantes has long past," Illyria said, voice laced in anger. He was attempting to ruin all her hard work for the weeks, months that she had spent secretly courting Spike. "You have lost all privileges you were once awarded."

"I don't care what brought it on. I just think it needs to stop." Angel said, reasserting a take charge attitude in this situation.

"You know what I think, Angel?" Spike said. "I think that the fact that I'm not as deranged as you are and that I can move on from Buffy works your nerves."

"Really?" A new voice said, female. Everyone turned to face the new comer, a stunned Gunn and Lorne on each side. "Now I just feel hurt."

She wore a grin to match her tone of voice and surprise was written clear across Angel and Spike's faces. There was only one word that could fall from Spike's lips at the sight of this new development, and Illyria, instantly hated it.

"Buffy."