His arm was bent painfully backwards and he winced as the man standing behind him twisted it a little more. He felt something lance into his side and it took him a moment to realize it was the man's fingers. They were digging into his skin like they were the only thing holding him up. Maybe they were.
"Your playing awfully bad odds." the man said, a gruff, beaten tone to his voice. Spike knew he was drunk. Angelus always got drunk on Fridays. He thought it was more elegant to get hung over and have a weekend to recover. For a fleeting moment, Spike thought it was Angelus' humanity that did that to him. But, then he remembered that Angelus was far from human.
"I'm not playin' anything." Spike choked out, his cheek pressed firmly to the wall.
"Touch her again, and we'll find out just who is." Angelus whispered close to his ear. He gave Spike's arm one final tug before he released him. Spike slumped against the wall, cheek still pressed there for support.
"Wanker." Spike sighed, pushing off the wall and turning around. Darla glared at him through crystal eyes and Angelus paced heavily behind her. It had been more of mistake than anything. He simply wanted to talk to her, but instead, he managed to offend Angelus' trollip.
"Get out of my sight." the brute behind Darla breathed angrily. Darla narrowed her perfect eyes and nodded. Spike just sighed and headed for the door, resigned. But as he reached the jamb, he suddenly felt some new feeling rush through him. It was like an electric charge to his brain. He felt like punching something, like taking his anger out. Now, he had never been one to fight. In fact, he had never even thrown a punch before Dru came along. But now he felt it. He felt it roar through his veins. Taking away his thoughts and feelings. For that moment, he just didn't care.
"ing nonce." he snapped, the words coming faster and less menacing than he had intended. Some part of him knew he was going to get royally thrashed for saying what he had, and the other part just smiled knowing he was going to enjoy it.
Enjoy it?
Bloody right you will...
"What?" Angelus snarled, leaning forward over Darla's shoulder as if it would help him hear better.
"Ya. You 'eard me. Nonce." he said, jabbing his chin at his grandsire. He licked his lips and smiled. Angelus, however, was not smiling.
In one quick and blurring motion, Angelus was before his Childe. His face morphed into the mask of the demon and he took no time in raising his fist over Spike's face. Narrowing his eyes, Angelus gripped Spike by the shirt front and snarled.
"You'll learn quickly not ta call me things a that sort." he said, smiling through fangs. Spike cocked his head and laughed. But it didn't last long. Before he could even blink again, Angelus' fist rained down hard on Spike's nose. Again and again the monster snapped his head back with blow after blow. Spike gave no indication of fighting back. Part of him knew it was useless. The other part was still laughing.
And through the spatters of blood, Spike could tell Angelus was enjoying himself. Spike had to admit, he wasn't exactly having the worst time either.