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Warning: Language; Female!Spike

Chapter 7

Two weeks later

"You wanted to see me, Percy?" Spike said as she sauntered into the Ex-Watcher's office. She plopped down on the couch and propped her feet up on the arm.

"Yes, Spike." He closed his ancient text and stood. "In a few hours, I have a meeting with Farouk Demons. They are interdimensional travelers who prey on humans and others who they consider 'subspecies.' Angel has asked me to open negotiations with them to remove themselves permanently from this dimension."

"Whatcha need me for, then?" Spike smiled.

"I will be armed, of course. But I could use some backup. From my research, they seem quite unpredictable."

"You need me like a bodyguard?"

"Not exactly. I need someone I can trust at the meeting." He saw Spike smirk.

"Spike, your knowledge of demon languages and other skills have been quite helpful since you have arrived. But, yes, I need 'muscle' as you would so crudely put it." The Ex-Watcher rolled his blue eyes.

"That's all you needed to say, Watcher." She stood and chuckled. "So I guess you're Whitney Houston and 'm Kevin Costner." She laughed at her own joke.

"Excuse me?" Wesley responded with puzzled eyes.

"Oh, come on! 'The Bodyguard'? She threw her hands in the air. "You're jus' as pathetic as Angel, Wesley. You know nothin' about pop culture!"

"Yes, well, Spike. We shall depart in one hour." Wesley nodded his head and returned to his text.

"Well, then, I shall be back." Spike slipped to her native accent to poke fun at her fellow Englishman. The two looked at each other and smiled.

"We just supposed to sit here and wait all day?" Spike whispered as they sat at the spartan table in the abandoned warehouse.

"According to the schedule, they should appear shortly." Wesley peered at his watch.

Suddenly a portal appeared and two demons emerged followed by five smaller beings. The two approached. They were certainly intimidating. They were over six feet tall with red bodies and two rows of sharp horns framing the sides of their bodies. Their eyes were yellow and lips were jet black. They wore long black robes.

Wesley stood and Spike moved behind him.

One of the demons began to speak. The voice was deep and menacing. "Are you Angelus of Wolfram and Hart?" He said slowly.

"I am his representative, Wesley Wyndham-Price." He gestured to the chairs for the two to sit. The other beings stood stiffly behind the demons. They were thin and fully shrouded in red robes. One could not even see their faces.

The two demons hesitated but then sat down. Wesley followed suit.

Angel read his mail as he walked towards Harmony's desk. "Harmony, where's Wes?"

"Don't you remember, Bossy? He was meeting with those demon thingies today. He and Spike will be back later."

"What do you mean, Wes and Spike?" Angel looked concerned.

"Yeah, I saw them leave about an hour ago." She said happily.

"He took Spike?" Angel hissed. "Where did they go?"

"Um, now. Let me remember." She said as she shuffled some sheets around.

"HARMONY!" Angel vamped out.

"Okay, okay. Here's the address. It's not too far from here."

Angel grabbed the paper and went quickly to the garage.

"This is simply a preliminary meeting to determine if our two parties have the potential to negotiate." Wesley began. "Once we have established a dialogue, he will meet with you. He is a very busy man as you can imagine."

The other demon spoke. "He is not a man at all. He is a filthy vampire."

Spike stood in the background with cold eyes and pursed lips.

"We agreed to meet with him because of our longstanding dealings with Wolfram and Hart. We are insulted that he has sent a pathetic human in his place." The demon's anger was rising.

Wesley continued despite the tension in the room increasing. He padded his hip while he sat, reassuring himself that his weapon was still there. Behind him, Spike reached behind her and felt for the gun she had resting against her hip.

"Yes, well, here are the terms. We will not interfere with your dealings in other dimensions. Believe me, we are capable of doing such. In exchange, you will not harm any humans or other friendly so called 'lower beings' here." Wesley crossed his hands and stared intently at the two.

The two demons stood abruptly and knocked their chairs back. "How dare you give us ultimatums, HUMAN!" Their hands went beneath their robes and they emerged with weapons and pointed them at Wesley and Spike.

Suddenly the portal reopened to the side of the demons and they marched through. Wesley and Spike looked at each other and then at their five enemies who now held weapons. Spike smirked and charged. "Ah!" She yelled as she threw the first punch. She easily twisted the neck of one and shot the other. Wesley used a knife on one of the demons but then struggled with the other. Spike ran over to him after seeing Wesley fall to the ground after he was stabbed in the arm and then kicked in the stomach. Spike forcefully turned the demon towards her and tried to punch the being in the face. It ducked and kicked Spike in the chest instead. "You bloody bastard!" Spike yelled as she winced from the pain. She used her leg to sweep the demon off its feet. She reached for her gun, and shot it in the chest. It wailed and then fell silent. Spike went over to Wesley. "You alright, Percy?" Spike panted as she helped him up.

"There's another one." He said between breaths. Spike turned and saw the other demon. She gingerly lay Wesley down and was reaching for her gun as she saw the demon beginning to fire its gun. The demon fired two shots. One hit Spike in the right arm and the other in the right chest. The impact of the blow caused Spike to fall for a moment. She easily got up in time to see Angel charge in yelling and in full gameface. He ran up to the robed demon and twisted its neck. He hurried over to Wesley and Spike. Angel grasped Spike's face and looked down at her. "You okay?" There was such concern in his eyes that Spike was taken aback. She winced a bit from the pain of the bullets but nodded her head.

"'M fine. Help Wes." She grimaced slightly as she pointed to the Ex-Watcher.

Angel aided Wesley in standing. "I am alright, Angel. Just needed to get on my feet." Wesley was able to limp over to retrieve his weapon.

"What happened, Wes?" Angel asked with an underlying strained tone. The two slowly began the walk to the exit. Before Wesley answered, Angel turned back to Spike who stood where he left her. He stared at her and something did not seem right. Her eyes were suddenly glassy and she looked extremely pale.

She shakily turned to her Grandsire and said quietly but calmly, "Angel?" She swayed for a moment and then collapsed to the ground.

TBC...