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Cornelia pushed her way through the doors of Caritas pulling Angel along behind her. It did not take Cordelia long to spot their friends.
'HI GUYS" waving to Wesley, Gunn and Fred seated at the table, "Captain broody pants is here as ordered." A wide grin crossed Cordelia's face as she dragged Angel over to the booth. Giving him a quick shove into the booth, she quickly slid in beside him.
Gunn was shaking his head, "Hope it helps Lorne to calm down a bit."
Angel looks around nonchalantly for Spike "Oh is he on edge?" silently he kept repeating to himself 'this is a dream, this is a dream.'
Before anyone can answer, Lorne flies up to the table, "Angelcakesgoodtoseeyouhere Cordylovejustasecond, andi'llhaveyourdrinks" in a flash, he was gone before anyone could say a word.
Chuckling Wesley gives Fred a thoughtful look, "I think I might see a paper in all this," raising his hands in the air and pronouncing "Hyperactivity is it contagious son to father or better Demons and caf-fiend? "
"Oh man bad English really bad it's hard enough when Spike gets wound up" Gunn groans, "last night after we took out the vamp nest Spike wanted to party and took us to a rave light thing, talk about scary creatures of the night. Regardless of what Spike said I still think some of them had to be demons."
"Well I hope his boys not as nervous as he is," Gunn chuckled and pointed to Lorne flitting from table to table.
"Well Lorne certainly dressed up tonight anymore sparkles and he could put an eye out" Cordelia snigger
Fred blushed and looked at her companions "Be nice people it should be really nice. Will's such a sweetheart."
"So speaks the unbiased Miss Burkle", Wesley smiled at Fred. "That statement would have nothing to do with the fact that every time he stops by he has tacos just for you."
"Quiet Lorne's on stage." A blushing Fred patted Wesley's hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen after many, many, many hours of nagging, begging, bribing, tears...
"Dad!"
"Okay my little Blondie bear."
Groan coming from back stage loud enough for the audience to hear and respond with a chuckle.
"Or should I say Spike as he now calls himself" smiling Lorne acts as he's whispering to the audience ", but I still call him kitten", clapping Lorne backs off the stage.
The stage darken so there was only one spotlight center stage all eyes turned to watch the spotlight when a sweet voice, husky, sensual began softly to sing.
Moments later a young man stepped into the spotlight his platinum hair glistening, the tight white mesh shirt clinging to the muscular pale chest looking almost as if there is no shirt but the small disc knitted into the fabric acted as prisms give off flashes of color as they catch the light.
The tight black leather pants clinging to the muscular well-defined thighs making you want to reach out caress the smooth supple leather. But tantalizing sight are the sides of the pants, which are a latticework of leather strips going up each side of the leg giving a glimpse of the soft skin underneath.
The voice hits a mournful note drawing the eyes back up to the face. You find the intense blue eyes draw you in and you find yourself being trapped by blue eyes. To complement the blue eyes are gorgeous high cheekbones.
"What the HELL!" Angel shoots up out of his seat.
Everyone at the table exchanges bewildered looks when Wesley puzzled asks, "Angel are you alright."
Angel slams his fist down on the table but before he can say a word, Lorne is there.
"Listen my up tight sweet tart you sit that cute behind down in your seat and shut up or you will find yourself with one really pissed-off Pylean daddy on your hands." Lorne's eyes were a liquid fire red.
Wesley stood partially from his seat pushing Angel down into his seat, "Sorry Lorne it's just Wolfram and Hart have made this a really bad week for Angel."
Not saying a word just glaring Lorne stormed off.
Angel started to speak heard hisses from all his friends to shush with that he snaps his jaw shut.
Taking the stage Lorne grinning beaming with pride, "Well folks that my boy."
The song ended as the audience gave a rousing around of applause, many standing and clapping loudly.
Lorne walked down off the stage with his arm around Spike's shoulders as they accepted everyone's compliments. It takes Lorne and Spike 20 minutes to make it back to Angel's table.
Spike walked up to the booth standing directly behind Angel with a smirk "Well what do my toughest critics have to say?"
With a squeal Fred clapped her hands and jumped out of her seat running around the booth to throw her arms around Spike's neck, "You were so wonderful you sounded like an Angel."
"What!"
Seeing Spike look to Angel, Fred quickly clarified "Not the Angel," pointing up "those Angels."
"Nothing sounds like our Angel," Gunn winces remembering sitting through Angel's song.
Cordelia snorted "and looked like the devils plaything." she was beaming at Spike with a appreciating eye as she watches Fred dragged him around the front of the table.
"Well I think dad's..."
Angel reached over grabbing his Spike by the shirt, "what game are you playing Spike. What kind of fraud have you cooked up this time? Soul didn't make a bit of difference with you did it."
"Listen takes your hands off my son"
Angel felt the death grip on his hands as he looked into Lorne's furious face. Angel reflected he didn't think he had ever seen a furious face on him. Stunned Angel let go of the shirt he had in a death grip.
Lorne pushed Angel down into his seat turned leaving taking Spike with him.
At the table, Angel was bombard with question on his sanity.
Wesley was mentally going over the week to see if he'd missed anything that could have effected Angel...as the table jumped splashing his drink over the rim brining him back to the present.
Lorne was hunched over the table leaning with the knuckles on the table as if using the weight of his body to keep them still, "Look Angel I know you never approved of me raising William but tough I went against the great Angel and raised a vampire child. Just because no dire prediction came true, he does not blood lust or any of the vampire crap you shovel. "Raising his fist and slamming them once again on the table for emphasis," He's my son and if you ever lay your hands on him again (pausing and staring right into Angel's eyes) Your Vampire hearing will get my loudest and highest note.
With that, Lorne hit a quiet high pitch note that only Angel could hear.
Angel grabbed his ears trying to block out the noise.
Lorne gave Angel one last death glare before he stormed off…"
"Angel has this got anything to do with the fact Lorne was right? As stunned as I was to see a vampire raised without blood lust and no need for violence I should think you would be the first to sing his praises." Wesley
"Vampire is a vicious killer by nature of the demon and without a soul…" Angel glared at them
Gunn laughed right in Angels face "Awe come on even I know if given a choice Spike would pick his guitar over a sword any day."
Cordelia slapped Angels hand "Oh I know Angel's just mad because Spike went to the Mall with me instead of going out with Angel to get covered in stinging
gordax blood".
Wesley snaps his fingers and beams "That it the blood the Gordax blood must be affecting Angel's."
"Champ, you implying Spike has lost his soul?" Gunn just couldn't figure out where Angel was coming from.
Angel looked at them as if they were crazy.
Wesley "Tell us Angel what you remember."
Taking an unneeded breathe Angel "Spike was sired by Drusilla but I raised him as my child. We were the scourge of Europe…" After he finished Angel looked around the table at all the mouths hanging open stunned noticing that Lorne and Spike had joined them.
"I don't know what you're on Peaches but I want some" Spike smirked jumping on to the back of the booth sitting with his feet in the seat.
Gunn beamed "If Gordax blood is that good we should bottle it and sell it."
Lorne looked at Angel "I can see you're serious crumb cake so see if this jogs the old memory.'
Spike speaks up, "It's like this AngelPoof, you the dark Avenger sweep in coat tails flapping in the breeze kinda reminds me of a demented bat."
"Oh Dark Avenger save me from evil" Gunn says in his best feminine voice clutching his hands to his breast.
Deepen his voice Spike looks to Gunn, "No problem little lady I will save you"
With that, Spike stomps his foot as if he is killing something, "there the evil mouse demon is no more."
Screech from Gunn, "You evil bad man that was little Steward it was the cat that's the evil demon." with that Gunn starts hitting at Spike.
Both Gunn and Spike roaring with laughter .
Angel stares angrily at the pair.
Lorne came up wrapping his arms around Spike, "Listen lambykins be nice you know Uncle Angel cakes takes his work very seriously" quickly placing a quick kiss on Spike head "and you too," bending towards Gunn but misses the quick moving man.
"Hey angelcakes want to trade pastry names for baby animals", Spike grins at Angel.
"Okay my Apple dumpling this is what really happened I stepped out into the alley it was raining but I had some tough reads that night and my head was pounding (whispering not so softly, Angel sang) I need to get away and clear my head.
"I heard this growl and two people came running out of the dark. William had blood running down his neck. I didn't know what to do so I grabbed William as he ran by and pulled him into the back door. Just to buy us some time I shoved a bunch of crates over trying to slow Mr. Evil Breath down."
"And Poof in a cloud of dust Lorne has killed his first vampire." Gunn adds with big smile
"And my last any who I hear this half groan half whimper…."
"Hey mate I don't whimper."
Lorne gives Spike a disapproving look.
"Well I don't"
"Nah man but you can pout with the best of them", with a snigger Gunn ducks under Spike's swat.
Lorne Continues as he moves to slide in beside Cordelia. "William was laying on the floor the bartender Julian you remember Julian dark eyes curly black hair large….."
"Yes I do believe we all remember him Lorne" please carry on
"Well sweet cheeks woke up later like twenty four hours later looked up at me with those big baby blues and said sire. Well I could not turn my back on him. So I called a few contacts including Fred my sweet little gumdrop that she is, had an idea, so we got a shaman to call his soul back and then she made him a special formula."
Spike cried out with indignation, "Hey don't make it sound like I was in nappies and sucking on a bottle".
Lorne blew Spike a kiss and continued on "So baby has never had human blood. The only killing he has done is at your side Angel even though I did not approve of you dragging him into it. Ringing any bells in that old belfry"
"No this is not how it's supposed to be, I…I" frustrated not knowing how to continue Angel gives them anguished look
"Ding Dong nobody's home" Spike grins swinging his legs around and jumps off the booth, "Ta everyone the night calls."
Gunn yells at Spike jumping out of the booth, "Wait for me you can't Party with out me".
"Well hurry up then theirs a bottle of Jack out there with my name on it".
"Yeah and my initials are right next to your name" Gunn catches up smacking Spike on the back and they both head to the door.
"Well life tried to give him lemons so I turned it into a sea breeze", Lorne gives them a smile.
Fred wrinkles her nose looking to Lorne "Isn't that suppose to be lemonade?"
"Well Hon you drink what you want but as for me," Lorne leaves the table heading to the bar giving a little shutter to the though of lemonade.
"No, no this is not right Spike is a lethal fighting machine, graceful as cat you've taken away his edge away from him he wouldn't want that." Angel stood up howling.
Before the howl dies from his lips the room starts to spin faster and faster then with a lurch he comes to a stop. Holding his stomach, it takes a minute for his stomach to settle and eyes to adjust.
Looking around Angel heaves a sigh of relief as he looked around "my office so everything's back to normal".
At that moment, Cordelia burst in, "Angel you have to get out here now this crazy man and his pet vampire are trying to kill Wesley"
"Or maybe it's not so normal." Angel races to the lobby.