Full Moon
Episode 2
Wolfram and Hart:
Spike was walking alone through the halls of Wolfram and Hart. He had nothing at all to do. Angel hadn't assigned him any jobs yet. Come to think of it, Angel didn't seem like he was ever going to assign him a job. He began to wonder why he had ever agreed to come back here anyway. It was a stupid idea.
He decided to go to Angel's office and quit right away. There was no point of him being here. Angel could run this place on his on. Besides, Spike could care less what happened to the ponce.
As he turned a corner, he saw someone sneaking into the science lab. He carefully snuck into the dark lab. He couldn't find the man though. That's when the lights came on. He turned towards the light switch. There was a man standing there, dressed in a suit.
"Hello," the man said, "Looking for something?"
"As a matter of fact, I'm looking for you," Spike replied.
"That's interesting."
"What are you doing in here?" Spike asked.
"Just having a look around so I know where everything is," the man replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I will have a job here soon enough," the man informed, "So I need to know my surroundings."
"There's no way in hell that I'm letting you take over!" Spike shouted.
He charged this strange man. The man just swung his arm and knocked Spike over a lab table. Beakers went crashing to the ground. Spike rose to his feet. He was shocked.
"How did you do that, mate?" Spike questioned in disbelief.
"Like this," the man replied.
The man walked over to Spike and lifted him into the air. He tossed the vampire across the lab. Spike landed on his chest on the floor. The man walked over and lifted Spike to his feet. Then he proceeded to beating Spike across the face with his fist.
Spike attempted to get a hit in, but the man caught his fist and knocked him backwards. Spike went flying through a wall. Spike rose to his feet and saw this mysterious man coming towards him again.
"What the bloody hell are you?" Spike questioned.
The man reached into the hole and pulled out a splintered piece of wood. He twirled it in his hand a few times, looking it over.
"Now you can just drop that piece of wood," Spike stammered, "No need for foul play."
"I wouldn't call it foul play," the man said, "It's more like taking out the trash."
He stepped through the hole and walked towards Spike. The vampire looked terrified. The man reached Spike and grabbed hold of the collar of his duster. He backed the vampire against the wall and brought the stake to his heart.
"Can't we talk this over, man to man?" Spike questioned.
"No," the man replied.
"Now see, I think we can come to a fair agreement," Angel said.
The man spun around and came face to face with Angel's fist. The stake and the man fell to the ground. Spike backed up and stood behind Angel.
"That bugger is strong," Spike whispered.
"As I can see from that big hole you put through the wall," Angel replied.
The man slowly rose to his feet. Several armed men surrounded him. Their fingers just inches from the trigger.
"Don't move!" Angel commanded, "Or they'll shoot."
"I won't, don't worry," the man said.
"How did you get into the building?" Angel questioned.
"Oh it's quite easy to get in when you work here," the man replied.
"What are you talking about?" Angel asked.
"I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself," the man said, "I'm Hamilton, your new liaison to the Senior Partners."
"Geez, I didn't think you liaisons could hit so goddamn hard," Spike mumbled.
"Angel, can I talk to you for a moment?" Hamilton asked.
"Sure," Angel replied.
"Alone?"
"No problem."
"Oh no," Spike said, "Anything you tell him, you can tell me."
"Spike, just wait for a moment," Angel said.
"Look Angel!" Spike shouted, "I'm not your bloody bitch! You can't just boss me around."
"Spike, take the keys to the Ferrari and go for a drive," Angel said.
"Are you bloody kidding?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
Spike didn't answer. He was gone in the blink of an eye. Angel turned back to Hamilton.
"What is it?" Angel asked.
"I'd just like to inform you that a werewolf is lurking in town somewhere," Hamilton informed.
"That's what you wanted to talk about?" Angel asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Hamilton replied.
"I let Spike drive the Ferrari for nothing!" Angel shouted.
He threw his hands up in the air as he walked back towards his office. This day was not going well at all.
Los Angeles suburbs:
"I still can't believe I let Spike drive the Ferrari," Angel murmured as he walked down the dimly-lit street.
Although he was quite pissed at Hamilton, he still had work to do. The whole protect the helpless deal. It had been a while since he'd fought a werewolf though. And werewolves were always fun to fight with.
He turned a corner and saw a young woman walking alone. This wasn't the most brilliant thing in the world to do. There were vampires and demons and werewolves out at night. And this woman didn't look like she could fight any of them.
Speaking of werewolves, one leaped out of the bushes behind the woman. Angel saw this and immediately took off at full speed towards the woman. But it was too late. The werewolf knocked her to the ground. It stepped on her back, pinning her down. It moved its mouth in and sunk its wolf teeth into the woman's side. She screamed in pain.
Angel reached the scene and tackled the werewolf to the ground. It turned and bared its teeth at him and then attempted to bite him. Angel punched it in the face, putting it out of the fight for a short time.
"Are you all right?" Angel asked, coming to the woman's aid.
The young woman rolled over onto her side and looked up at him. She smiled faintly. Angel held out his hand and she took it. He helped her to his feet.
"What is that thing?" she asked.
"It's a werewolf," he replied.
"You've got to be kidding me!" she exclaimed.
"I'm not," he said, "But you must be in a bit of pain with that bite."
"It hurts a little," she said.
"I hate to tell you this," he began, "but…"
Angel was cut off when the werewolf jumped on his back. It began thrashing its teeth into his neck. Angel growled in pain. His face began to transform. His brow pulled back and his fangs became visible.
He was pissed now. He reached up and flipped the werewolf off of his back. The werewolf got up and came at him again. Angel grabbed its jaws as it attempted to bite him. It thrashed its head and broke Angel's grip, then tackled him to the ground. It tried to bite him in the face, but Angel was able to hold it back.
Within moments, Angel had thrown the werewolf back and was now on his feet once again. The werewolf leapt at him, but Angel grabbed its jaws. In one swift motion, he snapped its neck. The creature fell to the ground, dead.
As he turned to face the woman, his face transformed back to normal. He gave her a slight smile. She stared at him in shock.
"As I was saying," Angel began, "I'm afraid to tell you this, but you're a werewolf now."
"What?" she questioned.
"When a werewolf bits someone, that person will become a werewolf. And in that case, you are that person."
"You've got to be kidding me!" she exclaimed.
"I'm not," he replied, "I have to tell you though; you need to be locked away for three days every month."
"Why?"
"So that you don't harm anyone while you're a werewolf."
"I would never do that."
"It's much more difficult than that," he informed, "You have none of your human senses. The werewolf's instincts take over and you have no control."
"I don't believe this," she replied, "This is ridiculous."
"Look…umm…what did you say your name was?" he asked.
"I didn't," she replied, "Its Nina."
"Nina, you have to trust me on this one."
"Why should I?" she asked, "I mean, come on, I don't even know you."
"I'll let you in on my past later. Right now, you have to come with me," he informed.
Hours Later, Wolfram and Hart:
"Do you mind telling me what you turned into back there?" Nina asked.
"I'm a vampire," Angel replied.
"No way," she replied.
"The name's Angel," he said, "I'm the CEO of this place."
"I noticed your name on the door to your office," she replied.
"Oh."
Angel was seated at his desk. Nina sat in a seat right in front. They had been at Wolfram and Hart for a few hours now. Angel had showed her around the building and they ended up in his office.
"Aren't vampires supposed to be evil and kill me?" she questioned.
"Yes."
"Well then why didn't you kill me?" she asked.
"I'm a good vampire."
"Someone needs to pinch me. I'm definitely dreaming!"
"No you're not. Just relax and listen to me. I'm a vampire with a soul. I was cursed with one over a hundred years ago. I spent decades sulking in alleys, but someone came along and boosted my spirits. I decided to stop wasting my life and try to make a difference."
"That's very…interesting?" Nina said, very unsure of what to say.
Just then the door to the office burst open. Spike strolled casually in, his leather duster blowing behind him.
"Angel!" Spike called.
"I'm right here, Spike," Angel replied, "You don't have to yell."
"Right," he replied, "The Ferrari kind of got a little dent. But don't worry about it. I'll have it fixed right up in no time."
"What did you do?" Angel questioned, glaring at the bleach-blonde.
"I didn't do anything," Spike replied, "It was this old git. She cut me off and I kind of crashed into a telephone pole."
"You crashed because of an old woman?" Angel asked, trying to hold back his laughter.
"That's what I bloody said, didn't I?" Spike said, "And what the bloody hell is so funny?"
"Nothing," Angel replied.
Nina just sat there. She was confused with this whole banter between the two men. She figured that this 'Spike' person was one of Angel's employees.
"You know what, I'm not going to stand around and let you poke fun at me!" Spike shouted in anger.
He turned and stormed out of the office. Angel turned back to Nina and gave her another quick smile.
"Sorry about that," Angel said, "That would be Spike. He's my…umm…actually I'm not sure what he does here."
"Okay?" Nina replied, confused beyond belief.
"Anyways, back to business," Angel said, "I'm going to need you to sign here."
"Why?" she asked.
"It's just an agreement saying that you are being held in our containment rooms for a few nights. You know, just so they don't kill you."
"What?"
"Nevermind. Forget I ever said that."
"I'm not staying in a containment room," she said, "Is that just another name for a jail cell?"
That Evening:
The sun was beginning to set as Nina walked through the building. Angel had showed her where the containment rooms were earlier in the day. She wasn't too pleased, but she knew it was the right thing.
As she walked, her thoughts drifted to Angel. He was a peculiar man, but very handsome and very nice. The more she thought about him, the more she liked the idea of having to come back to Wolfram and Hart every month. She would get to see him then.
Just as she was in sight of the containment rooms, she began to feel very strange. Her arms began to itch a lot and her senses seemed heightened. When she glanced down at her arms, she saw that they were beginning to get hairy. She was starting to transform and she hadn't gotten into her room yet.
She took off at full speed. Just as she was about to reach the containment room area, she ran smack into the bleach-blonde man from before. Nina toppled over and landed on her butt.
"Sorry 'bout that, little bit," Spike said, lending out a hand.
As she took his hand, he jumped back.
"What the bloody hell!" he shouted.
Nina didn't respond. She couldn't talk as her transformation continued. Within moments, she was completely a werewolf. Spike was freaked out by this. He'd never seen a werewolf before. He slowly began to back away from her.
"I don't want to hurt you, bit," he said, still backing away.
Nina growled at him, causing him to back up much faster. She could sense his fear. That was one instinct that the werewolf transformation came with, along with many others. The fear made her want to kill him. Her instincts told her to attack, so she did.
She leapt at Spike. He saw it coming and moved out of the way. Nina landed on her feet and turned to attack again. She ran full speed at him, bearing her teeth and growling. As she leapt, Spike grabbed her by the neck and swung her into the wall. She whimpered but quickly rose to feet.
"I never said that I wouldn't hurt you though," he said.
She charged once again. This time, Spike swung his fist and hit her in the side of her face. She stumbled, but turned and bit his arm.
"Bloody hell!" he shouted in pain, "That hurt!"
As he turned to face her, he vamped out. The werewolf sensed no fear in him now, but that didn't matter. All that matter was that he was dead. She leapt at him once more and this time she was successful. She knocked him to the ground and proceeded to shred up his chest.
Spike wasn't about to take that though. He grabbed the werewolf by the neck and tossed her over top of him. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran at her. He gave the wolf a few punched to the jaw, and then kicked her into the wall.
As she slowly rose to her feet, Spike picked her up and flipped her over his shoulders. She flew into the wall, shattering it. Spike caught a splintered piece of wood and walked over to the werewolf. It seemed all too familiar to him. In fact, it had happened to him the day before with that new liaison guy. He brought the stake down, just millimeters from the werewolf's heart.
"Now I know you're just a pretty little lady," Spike began, "But we can't have a werewolf running around the offices, now can we?"
He was just about to thrust the stake into its heart when he was tackled to the ground. He quickly recovered and was very pissed. That liaison guy was really starting to bug him. He looked back towards the wolf.
"Angel?" he questioned.
Angel looked up from the werewolf. He was checking to see if she was still alive.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Spike demanded.
"Stopping you from killing her," Angel replied.
"Why, so the bloody bastard can roam around the offices killing everyone?"
"She's human, Spike. You can't just go around killing innocent humans."
"That's innocent?" he asked, pointing to the creature.
"I'll explain later," he replied, "Just help me get her into one of the containment cells."
The Next Morning, Angel's office:
"So her name is Nina?" Spike asked.
"Yeah," Angel replied, "She was bitten by a werewolf the other night. I couldn't save her."
"And now you're taking her in as a pet to make up for it?" Spike questioned.
"Shut up!" Angel shouted.
Spike and Angel had decided to meet the next morning. They were both exhausted after carrying Nina into the cell and decided to call it a night. Now they were seated in his office, discussing the whole thing.
"She's a really nice woman once you get to know her," Angel informed.
"I thought you couldn't do that whole happiness thing," Spike said.
"Not that way!" Angel shouted, "Just talking."
"Oh, right."
"Is that all you think about?" Angel questioned.
Spike didn't answer that question for Nina had just entered the office.
"What happened last night?" Nina asked.
"You and me had a go," Spike responded.
"We had sex?" Nina questioned, shocked.
"See, I'm not the only one," Spike said, turning to Angel.
Angel glared at him.
"We got in a fight," Spike replied, trying to sound as American as possible.
"Oh okay."
"Nina, this is Spike," Angel introduced, "Spike, this is Nina."
"Nice to meet you," Spike said.
"Hi," she replied.
"Spike, I'd like to talk to Nina alone."
"No. Anything you can say to her, you can say to me too."
"I'll let you drive the Porsche," Angel said, waving the keys.
"All right," Spike said, grabbing the keys, "I'll see you later."
"Don't crash this one!" Angel called.
It was too late though. Spike was already out of the office. Angel rolled his eyes and sighed.
"He was a little to excited," Nina said.
"You'll get used to him," Angel replied, "Well you'll have to if you're going to be hanging around here."
"What are you trying to say?" Nina asked.
"How would you like to work for Wolfram and Hart?" Angel asked.
Nina was taken aback. She didn't expect an upfront offer, let alone an offer at all. But it was impossible for her to refuse. She desperately needed money right now and this seemed the best opportunity to get some. Plus she'd get to see Angel every day now.
"I'd love to!" she exclaimed, smiling.
"Great," Angel said, "We'll talk details over lunch."