Quick note every body…. I'm new to this so if there are some mistakes in the order of things, I apologize and will get better, hopefully J
Disclaimer: ALL THESE CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME AND ANYTHING BUFFY VAMPIRE SLAYER RELATED.
MOODY THINGS
"ELISABETH ANNE SUMMERS!"
"Crap, full name." Buffy mumbles to her self as she gets up from the couch, and makes her way to the kitchen. "Ya mom?" Buffy says as she rolls her eyes and looks at her.
" Don't give me that. I just got off the phone with Mrs. Catering." Joyce tries to say smoothly, but failing.
"Oh. Is that all?"
"IS THAT- Listen Miss on top of the clouds. Frankly, I don't call setting fire to the gym, yelling fire, then NOT going out with the rest of the class, scaring your teacher half to death-"
"You should've seen the look on her face." Buffy calmly interrupts, eyes looking down as she leans against the counter.
Joyce looks at her daughter, lips in a thin line, eyes spitting wild rage.
"Not to mention the whole time your "Friends" DARED YOU!" Joyce screeches through clenched teeth.
"Your forgot expelled, and no, they didn't dare me. Besides, the gym was hideous." Buffy puts in sighing with a wave with her hand.
" EXPELLED! Buffy, this has to be the fourth-"
"Fifth."
"Sigh FIFTH time that you have been expelled. What is going on? Why won't you tell me?" Joyce replies calming down, slightly.
"Look, are we done?" Buffy replies jaw clenched.
"No. This is the last straw. I can't take any more of the humiliation, and neither can Dawn. We've discussed it and so we're moving, to Sunnydale."
"WHAT! Just like that? When did you come up with this? Why was I excluded from this so-called "Decision"? JESUS CHRIST!" Buffy angrily exclaims at Joyce, walking right up to her, and glaring at her. "Well I guess all I can say is that I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment to you, Joyce." with that she stomps out of the kitchen.
Joyce, in shock at how badly Buffy took the news, and how she used her first name, finally snapped out of it. "Watch your language! You do NOT talk to your mother that way! You are-"
"I know I know, grounded, no supper, and no telephone. Got it memorized by now shouldn't I?" Buffy calls back from the stairs sarcastically. " Besides, with all this excitement, I should start packing. Goodnight Joyce" and slams her bedroom door.
This causes a plate to crash to the floor in the kitchen, where Joyce sits down, and begins to cry.
"Mom?" Dawn sheepishly calls as she walks across the floor to comfort her mom. "Don't worry, she'll feel better about it tomorrow, you'll see." I hope.
" Thank you Dawn. I'm just so worried about your sister; I don't know what to do. I've played all my tricks and done all I can. I'm just, tired of all this FIGHTING." Joyce proclaims as she sobs and sniffles. "She's so stubborn!"
"Look, it's been rough, but…she's also a teenager mom, like me, and older, which makes it harder, but totally uncool with the way she's treating you, by the way." Dawn reaches around her mom and gives her a tissue. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm defiantly psyched that we're moving."
Joyce slightly laughs and looks up at her youngest, glad that at least SOMEONE agrees with her. "Me too." She grins and hugs her daughter.
"Um, now that you're okay, could I go to the Mall? You know, that whole 'Saying goodbye to everything here' ritual?" Dawn asks Joyce with a hopeful smile. "Please?"
Joyce just sighs and nods. "Thanks mom!"
"Be back by 3!" And with that, another door slams, making another mess on the floor. "Sigh great."
THUMP. The first sound that Buffy hears as she drops one of the boxes with her stuff in it, onto the bare floor. "Yuck. I hate it already." She mumbles as the movers bring in more boxes from the moving van. " I'm so not going to like this." She says as the sun just dips past the horizon, and falling onto her bed sighing with annoyance. When she was told that they were moving here, the Watchers council contacted her and told her that there was a book in the High school library, that would help her in the future. What ever that meant. Also she was going to meet a new watcher. Someone who would help her train and peak her skills as she got older, but once again, she didn't know who.
"Oh mellow out for once Buffy, it's not the end of the world." Dawn chimes in as she waltzes into Buffy's room. "It has a huge window and HOLY CRAP! Look at that guy walking down the street!" Dawn screeches and practically runs to the window. "Oh. My. God. That has to be some sort of GOD out there or something. A TOTAL hotty!"
"Jeeze Dawn, stop drooling already. Your acting like this descendent of the male species is the first you've ever seen." Buffy tells her younger sister with a small smile.
"Oh for crying out loud, your SOOOO moody, lighten up. Besides, he looks more your type, and older. Too bad, he really is cute."
Buffy just snorts at her sister and gets up and starts to open boxes. And Dawn's definition of 'cute' is someone who has a letter jacket. Pathetic really. "Perfect. First, I have to move to this, EXTREMLY lame town where I have no life, then have people touch all my stuff, and after that my mother is avoiding me, and now, my sister has become my therapist. Could this get any worse?"
"AH! He's looking at your window! I think he saw me staring at him!" Dawn ducks under the windowsill and looks at Buffy, and starts to laugh. " Did he see me?" she says between giggles.
Buffy walks over to her window and looks down and sees the 'total hotty' Dawn said earlier, which he was. "Holy, you weren't kidding." she says under her breath. At this point, the guy had stopped looking at the window and was smoking a cigarette, leaning against a tree, his back to Buffy. He had black jeans and a black leather jacket on. His hair was bleached blonde and was slicked back with gel, and the profile of his face, Buffy was able to tell that he had high cheekbones and very blue eyes. As Buffy was checking him out, he flicked his smoke onto the road, and continued his walk down the street. By now it was completely dark out and she could barley see him now. " No, I don't think he did."
"Phew, that would've been embarrassing. Anyways, about the whole 'I hate it here and I'm not going to be happy' thing, just drop it, seriously. Its killing mom that you do not like it here, and personally, it's starting to get REALLY annoying. Hello, that's my job?"
"Any thing else doctor?" Buffy says sarcastically to her sister as she walks back to the boxes.
"Uh, your impossible! And I thought I was being stupid." With that, Dawn leaves Buffy's room and shuts the door.
"Finally." Buffy then tries to find a certain box and scrambles through her things. "Okay, seriously annoyed here." She says to herself, not finding it. "Ah ha, here it is." Buffy takes out a smaller box and opens it. Inside of it are wooden stakes, Sharp and deadly. "It's not like I didn't have a reason to burn the gym mom. Everybody has their reasons, I just can't tell you mine." Buffy tells the air sadly, as she closes the box to pick up another. This one contains small hunting knifes. She picks one up and starts to do her routine before making her bed, and going to sleep. " Sunnydale High, here I come."
SUNNYDALE HIGH
"Bye honey! I'll pick you up after school okay?" Joyce tells Buffy through the window of the car. "Okay?"
"Ya, whatever." Buffy responds reluctantly.
"And Buffy? Please be good? It's your first day. Impressions are everything." Joyce quietly remarks. " And no surprise calls after school, right?"
"Yeah, Yeah, I know, now make with the leaving." Buffy retorts, getting annoyed that her mom doesn't trust her now. "I gotta go inside," she calmly says as she turns around and walks to the front doors.
"Bye Buffy!" Joyce calls to her, then drives away.
"May the circus begin." Buffy mumbles walking down the halls. Then she bumps into somebody. "Oh I'm sorry!" She looks down to see a red head gathering her books in a hurry, not meeting Buffy's eyes.
"No, no, don't be, I wasn't looking where I was going when I should've and, wait, I've never seen you around here before, have I?"
"Well, no. I just transferred here last week, and I guess I'm a little lost. Could you, um, maybe, ah, help me?"
"Uh ya, I could do that. I'm Willow."
"Buffy."
"Huh, that's a very unique name." Willow smiles at Buffy and shakes her hand.
"Oh, it's short for Elisabeth. I prefer to be called Buffy though, if ya don't mind."
"Of course not. Where are you from?"
"Well I-" Buffy began.
"HEY WILLOW!" Somebody calls down the hall to her. "I GOT IT!"
"Well that's great Xander!" Willow calls back to the guy named Xander. "Did you get me one too?" She asks.
"Of course, for you milady. Whoa, who's the new girl? Aren't ya going to introduce me Willow?"
" Oh, well Buffy this is-"
"Xander, at you disposal." Xander takes a dramatic bow. "And from what I hear, you must be Buffy." He starts to take her hand to kiss it, but she pulls it away.
"Ya, hey, and you know it's rude to interrupt when 'milady' is talking."
"Um, Xander, the cookie?" Willow says to Xander after awhile.
"Oh! Sorry, forgot about it. Here." Xander bends on one knee, takes Willow's hand and puts the chocolate chip cookie in her hand. Then he looks up very seriously at her. "Willow, will you take my cookie?"
Willow laughs and pulls Xander up. "Of course, and thanks. Oh, Xander is my boyfriend."
"Really? Cool, and not to act cruel or anything, but could you please show me where my class is? It's Math, room123."
"Well guess what, me and Xander are both in your class! Terrific!" Willow smiles at Buffy and Buffy couldn't help not to smile back. This is the first time since the fire that anyone has been decent to her. It felt good.
"Great." and she meant it. With Willow and Xander on one side, they walked up some stairs and made their way to their first period. After some more questions they learned that Buffy was in all of Willow's classes and two of Xanders. They were chatting happily, making Buffy liking it here ever so little, when Willow groaned.
"What?" Asked Buffy, looking at Xander and Willow.
"It's the jerk circle that's what." Xander told Buffy while holding Willow's hand.
"Xander," Willow chided him, " Though they are crude and obnoxious."
At that moment, Buffy made eye contact with one of them. "Whose the leader?" she asks.
"Riley, he's the one in the letter jacket, if you could tell the difference. Sorry, I mean he's the one with the C on his letter jacket. I suppose that's a little more accurate." Xander clumsily tells Buffy. "Great, here they come." he says with a very, deep sigh.
MEETING RILEY
"Well well well, if it isn't loser and loserette." Riley glances at Xander and Willow then directs all of his attention to Buffy. "But why is a girl like you, hanging around with the likes of them?" Riley asks Buffy in a snide tone, and a smile. " I mean, you could have much more fun with me, if you get what I'm saying." that being said, it was followed by a bunch of 'oh's' and high fives from his group of friends.
"Excuse me?" Buffy scoffs out of her mouth, completely in commando mode. "What, you'd think I'd rather hang around with you? A stuck up, rich snob? Nah ah, I'd rather eat shit. But if you think having fun would be beating you to a bloody pulp, then sure, I could have fun. I just happen to like being around these two. And as for the stupidly thought up names for my friends here, was probably the lamest attempt at being a 'macho man' I've ever seen in my life. So just back off and get a life." Buffy glares at Riley and is practically nose-to-nose with him, not realizing it of course, when he grabs her and twirls her around.
"Well, aren't you the feisty one. It's not nice to insult me in front of my crowd little lady." Was Riley's response.
"LET ME GO!" She yells and knees him in the gut very hard, knocking the air out of him and loosening his grip. Then she twists out of his arms, and side kicks him in the head, knocking him down. "Nobody touches me without my okay." Buffy tells Riley through clenched teeth. " Back off."
Riley glares at Buffy and gets up slowly, holding his stomach, and wiping the blood from the side of his mouth. "Fine, have it your way. But this isn't over. Let's go!" he barks at his group, who are stunned that a girl took their leader out.
"Jesus Buffy! That was TOTALLY AWSOME!" Xander exclaims to her. " I've been waiting for somebody to do that FOREVER!" Then the bell rang.
" I'd have to agree with Xander. You really kicked kung fu butt." Willow sheepishly tells Buffy.
" But now that the excitement is over, we should go to class. Coming Xander?" She looks over at him and laughs. He was doing kung fu like moves and making 'hi-ya' noises, and not doing a very good job of it.
" Yeah, lets go before a principle comes or something, that would really make my day." So they piled into the class room, and Willow and Xander talked about the look on Riley's face when he hit the floor, while Buffy was hoping that no one else saw, except the fact that someone did.
Someone hiding in the shadows so the sunlight wouldn't burn him, or kill him for that matter, and who instantly knew.
" Huh, what are the odds." Spike whispered as he disappeared into the basement, " It's about bloody time."
"That little witch is gonna pay for this, no body humiliates me like that, especially not the likes of her!" Riley spits out in a vile manner.
"Whoa, calm down big guy, it's not like she knew your were a very powerful guy in the high school, uh, system." Oz replies, trying his hardest to get Riley to keep his tone down.
Riley just glares at him. " Oh I'm sure." He sarcastically tells Oz, knowing perfectly well that she knew whom she was dealing with. "She had the gull to refuse me, then insult me, THEN humiliate me in front of everybody that was watching. She saw the letter jacket perfectly well, and especially the C, so don't tell me she doesn't know my social status." Riley snorts at Oz, who is losing his patience.
"Look Riley, she's new, lay off a bit. Cordillera will dig her claws into her, and then you won't have to worry about her. She will be rejected all her own, and not with the 'help' of your oh-so-generous heart."
"It's not like I'm being obsessive-"
"Which you are." Oz puts in.
Riley takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Why are you defending her?"
"Because all that I said will happen, and there's no point in getting involved, seriously. Your acting just like the dumb overreacting jock that you are."
"What! Oz, your so asking for it man you jacka-"
"Riley? Is there a problem?" Rupert Giles, head librarian and teacher of the study hall, asks.
Riley clears his throat, " No sir."
" Do you mind if you continue with your work?"
"No sir."
"Then I suggest you get to it."
"Yes sir," Riley looks down and starts to write on his paper with a little smile from an idea buzzing in his little head.
CAFITERIA
"So what's the deal with that Riley guy? He seems totally out there, ya know?" Buffy asks Willow during lunch.
"Well, he doesn't take being a loser very well. I mean in a sense where, he always has his way, and you, kind of, brought him down, you know? He's always the big winner, the mister perfect, and you reversed the situation." Willow giggles slightly, " You became the bully."
Buffy smiles a small smile when Riley and his group come in and eye the crowd for her. "Oh great. He wants a rematch." Buffy calmly says while laughing lightly, along with Willow and Xander, as Riley and his crowd walk up to their table.
"So I see your having a real good laugh at what happened this morning eh?" Riley coldly implies.
"Well, actually, we WERE laughing, but at the moment, not at you." Buffy retorts easily, smiling up at him while Xander and Willow cast their heads away from Riley's face, as they try to control their giggles.
Riley glares at her, and is about to say something, then stops, and smiles. "I actually came here, to apologize for my rude behaviour as a student representing this school, with you being new here and all. I was hoping you would come with me to my table with my gang, you know, to get to know each other a little better? Come on, what do ya say? It would be way more, ah, interesting then sitting with these, los-I mean, people." Riley gushes at Buffy, trying hard to stay smiling.
Buffy starts to clap her hands and gives a sarcastic look at Riley, " Bravo! Bravo! That was a very good display of near intelligence, and a complex attempt at common courtesy if I ever saw one! But you know what? I'd prefer it if you would leave my friends and me alone, and I don't want your apology okay? Good." Then Buffy just looks up at Riley and smiles as she waits for him to leave.
At this point Riley is fuming, mostly because his plan isn't going the way it thought it would. Usually if he put on the charm, girls would come grovelling at his feet for his attention. Rejection was something he was NOT used to. He takes his second deep breath and tries to calmly say, " I insist." but failing.
"No."
"Fine." Oz smiles. And I thought Riley was stubborn. With not leaving much to say, Riley stalks off in a really bad mood, swearing revenge. "Little witch," he mumbles as he leaves the cafeteria, fowl as ever.
As soon as Riley was out of ear shot, all three burst out laughing. Buffy takes a few deep breaths and looks across the room at the clock. Buffy sighs and looks back at Xander and Willow.
"Look, I need to go to the library okay? I'll see you two later." Buffy tells Willow as Willow is fed a fry from Xander.
"Okay, see you in science! Xander, your getting gravy on my chin…" Willow calls back as Buffy leaves.
Okay, I need to find the library and pronto, or else I might have to suffer another encounter with that jerk Riley. What the hell, why can I feel-
Then it began, and it started out with two strangers bumping into one another.
" OY! You've got ta watch where ya stomping around there, someone might get 'urt!"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to-oh…OH" oh my god, it's that guy from outside my window. What should I do? He's soooo cute, no, bad Buffy, he's probably some sort of freak; they always end up that way. Besides, he has that…feeling I get when I'm around…OH MY GOD! But…in broad daylight? "What…?" Buffy says cautiously to him. "What are you doing in a school in broad daylight?" Buffy backs up a few paces and wishes more than anything that she had her stake right now. Okay, seriously re-thinking about bringing stakes to school! " You can't survive out here," she coldly informs him.
"So, you aren't totally clueless as to whom, or should I say, what I am, that's a good start," He smiles slightly, and leans against the wall facing her. "Slayer."
" And may I have the pleasure of you name? Considering you're on a head start." Buffy growls.
"Spike." He says cheerfully and sticks out his hand.
Buffy just looks at the hand as if it was poison. Spike? I've heard that name before…but where?
" Right, well, you better not touch a single student here, or it's your head."
Spike pulls back his hand and starts to laugh. "Ha! Right, like I'll take orders from a flippant little thing like you. I choose where I want to be sweetheart, even if it's in a school, on the brightest day of all days. It just so happens I was dealing with a little business, and I'll be on my way." Spike gets off from his position on the wall and starts to walk past Buffy, but she puts an arm up and blocks his way.
" Like I'm letting you leave."
Spike gives her a sidelong glance. "I'm touched, really, but if you are considering to break out in a raging battle, roaring battle cries and that 'hole bit, then maybe you should look around Pet, it's as crowded as a bee hive. You have to let me go, unless, you want to go into a deep conversation about how long this war has been going on, then by all means be my guest. I have no time for such pleasantries though, so I suggest you take your arm down. We can continue on our bright little introduction some other time." Spike informs Buffy, quite honestly.
Buffy stands there not looking at Spike, and slowly takes her arm down. " You can't go far you realize, I can find you again today if I wanted, when everyone else is gone."
"If you like. I'm sure you'll find me if that's the game ya want at play Pet. Ta ta Slayer, until another time." Spike elegantly bows to her, before turning around and whistles as he walks down the hall and disappears.
"DAME IT!" Buffy yells in frustration punching the wall, making a hole. Then she gets control of herself, realizes she just made a hole in the wall, then walks the remainder of the way to the library, where yet another surprise awaits her. Why are vampire's egos always the size of California? Think they can just do what ever the hell they want. Yeesh, I hope that it won't have to put up with that jerk for a while. I can't believe I thought he was cute! As these thoughts were rolling through her head, she got to the library and to the front desk, and some what bitter after a very non-successful slaying attempt, if that's what you want to call it, When Giles came out of the back.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Oh, well, I was hoping if I could get a library card. I transferred here a week ago and I need a book on...well, I'm not sure yet."
Jiles smiles and laughs a little. "Well, for your library card I'm going to need your name, ah Miss?"
"Buffy,"
Giles smiles, "Is that short for anything?"
"Oh, right. Full name. Okay it's Elizabeth. Elizabeth Summers."
Giles pauses and looks up at Buffy with a questioning look. No, it couldn't be.
"Um, is there, ahem, something wrong, ah, sir?" Why is he looking at me like that? Creep.
Giles looks down, clears his throat, and takes out a card from underneath the desk."Right, well, I suppose you will need help finding that book right? What was it called?" Giles asks knowing perfectly well what she was going to say, writing down her name and library number.
Buffy takes out a piece of paper and reads out: "' The worlds and their ways: Demons and hell fire.' Hm, sounds cool."
"Ah. I know just what your looking for." He says, handing her the card.
"You do?" Buffy replies in minor shock. " I mean, I barley do."
Giles disappears into the back and comes out with a huge book, ancient and big. " Well I'm supposed to, considering that I'm your watcher."
Buffy looks at him with eyebrows raised. "You…you are my new watcher? Fantastic." Buffy drawls out.
"My my, aren't we the enthusiastic one." Giles says, a little hurt by the way she said it.
"Look, nothing personal, but I've been meeting a lot of…weird…things lately here at my school."
"Oh? Like what?"
Buffy rolls her eyes and starts to flip through the book. "Ah you know, the usual Vampires and royal jerks, that's all. Eww, these are some gruesome pictures…….Is that a…..oh my god!…..can they do that?…….what!…..woah, in my sleep……shudder battle axe………holy!"
Then Giles slams it shut and looks down at Buffy through his glasses, " Not yet."
Buffy smiles coyly. "ah, ruin my fun. Just like a faithful teacher should be doing, anyway."
Giles puts out his hand, " Rupert Giles, but just call me Giles."
Buffy takes his hand slowly and shakes it twice, " Buffy, but I guess you already knew that."
SPIKE
After Spike had his little encounter with the slayer, he jumped back down into the basement to think about her, because you know what they say. Love at first sight.
Bloody hell she was beautiful, even more so then Dru, I'd say. Dame shame she's the slayer, might have had a better chance at having my way with her. Her blood must be the sweetest, but then again, it has it be if she's the slayer. Spike's thoughts wander as he sits arms behind his head, ankles crossed on the floor, not noticing someone else in the room.
"We have GOT to stop meeting like this." Angel calmly interjects as Spikes thoughts of Buffy were rapidly becoming thoughts of foreplay. "I'd say it's almost as if it was on purpose."
Spike gives out a shout then a smile. "Jesus Angel, you gave me a bleedn' heart attack! What the 'ell are you doing here? I thought gallivanting in daylight wasn't you sort of thing."
" I had a change of heart." Angel replies. "She's here."
"Ah, the slayer. So you've sensed 'er as well." Spike half heartedly tells Angel, somewhat disappointed, but glad his friend was here. "How's it been with you and Dru?"
" She's dead." As Angel says this, his eyes cast down with a bitter frown. " I've followed her. She killed Dru, Spike. I want her dead."
Spike's smily quickly dies and is replaced with a look of shock. "What? Dru's dead? When? I didn't even know the slayer was in LA." Spike sadly asks Angel. He loved Dru in that brotherly way, she was crazy, but being 'alive' for that long would do something to you. She was almost as old as the first, in his opinion, but a raging beauty.
"The slayer and her watcher were out and about, when Dru decided that she had enough toying with them, and struck the watcher down in a fatal swipe. The slayer didn't take this so well. She fought Dru harder than any slayer I've seen in my life, and she won. Dru's head was cut off, Spike. That's damn dirty, but I know the slayers name, and it will come to great use to us. Her name is Buffy Summers. This is the strongest slayer to come down the line ever. She will be tough to beat, it will take both of us."
Spike looks at Angel, stunned at how much he underestimated the little wench. She killed Dru. He thought her to be invincible. Spike keeps his face expressionless. " I met her today, while I was finishing up with Anya, she got her final assignment before she is completely ex-demon. And if you tell me right, her final assignment is someone by the name of Joyce Summers." Spike says with a grin. " I think I'll have a chat with Anya."
ANYA
"What? No way Spike, not in a MILLION years. This is my last assignment, yes, but it doesn't mean that I can bend the rules. I follow what it says on the paper," Anya tells Spike, turning her back to him and crossing her arms. "You know that."
"But Anya, this is important. That little wench killed Dru! What the 'ell do you think I'm gonna do, sit around as she gloats on her shiny throne of skulls?" Spike replies glaring at Anya.
"It's her job Spike, and I realize Dru was important to you, but I have a job to do as well."
"But It's 'er mom, there's only a slight difference, couldn't you just fudge it a bit? I mean, what damage could there really be done anyway? Come on Anya, you owe me."
"You want to know what damage could be done? 100 more years of doing this crack job, living in hell, having every little disrespect possible, humiliation unimaginable, plus, my complexion would be ruined! Demons are very strict about the rules, and if they are broken, punishment can go to the extreme, even if it's a little 'fudge' okay?" Anya tells him angrily, really getting on her nerves.
"ya, oright, I get it." Spike sighs disappointedly. " I guess we'll have to figure something out on our own." Spike starts to walk away.
"And you should really consider stop talking to your self!" Anya calls back to him, annoyed. "Vampires, so egotistical." She mumbles to her self.
Spike walks back down into the basement, making sure to stay out of the direct sunlight, where he meets up with Angel. "You know, I'm really starting to dislike her."
"Hm, couldn't convince her?" Angel asks with a smirk, considering how much he hasn't smiled in days.
" No, she's just about as stubborn as a bloody cow." Spike grumpily implies, as he sits roughly down on a box of math text books. " It's as if we can't get anything we want lately. Why is it so much harder for the life of a rouge vampire? After all Angel, we've been rouges for years, and you're the only one who's gotten any respect." Spike says with his eyes closed, head leaning back against the wall.
"HA! Right. Here's the guy who took the blood he needed, then bashed their head in with a spike as a cover up, already killed two slayers, and hides in a crypt by day, usually, and stalks the streets by night. Now that is a cold blooded killer." Angel looks at Spike and laughs. Spike is smiling, with his hands behind his head, legs sitting up and crossed at the ankles, eyes closed and head back.
"Oh yeah." Spike is glad that his friend is laughing again. He always lightens Angel up, even when losing Dru. Don't get him wrong, he misses Dru, but in away, it's about time. "look, we should sleep, it's not going to be dark for hours, and if we plan to attack with our tanks running on full, we need rest. Then feed. Ha, just like old times 'ey Angel?" Spike calls out to Angel, who was sitting on the floor, back against the wall.
"Ya, like old times."