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Chapter 4

Angel looked upon his former lover as she buried her head into her hands, her current state caused him to sympathize for her and he resisted the urge to go over and comfort her. He heard Spike move behind him but just as he turned around an unexpected punch reached his face knocking him to the ground at Buffy's feet.

"Sorry love," Spike announced to Buffy. "I was a little bored, but mostly pissed at this wanker,"

She looked up at him with glossy eyes and gave a weak smile that looked like it could almost be a chuckle Spike liked the fact that even when Buffy was in her most depressed state he could get a laugh out of her. Angel got up and regained his balance, glaring at Spike and just about ready to fight once again. Spike anticipating the fight gave a low growl, not really disappointed at the idea of a good brawl with his grandfather sire whom he disliked entirely.

"I'm gonna leave you two, to whatever differences you're trying to work out." Buffy's tired voice piped up as she hoisted herself up the stairs. "I am going to bed,"

And with that she made her way inside, leaving Angel and Spike staring blankly at the back door of the Summer's residence.

Angel muttered something to himself and walked forcefully in the direction of the back door, he was stopped abruptly by Spike's hand gripping his shoulder. He shrugged the hand of him and turned around to confront the blond vampire.

"What is your deal Spike?" Angel yelled. "Come to Sunnydale intent on killing the slayer, couldn't do it so you thought the next best thing would be to grope her?"

"Your just jealous 'cause she's got a thing for me instead of a great big poof like you," Spike retorted, moving his head forward as he said that last part although a little taken back by Angel's sudden outburst.

"I'm not jealous," Angel replied in a small voice, looking around the yard awkwardly.

"Of course," Spike just smiled to himself, he turned around and began walked away from his pansy of a grandfather sire.

"Spike, wait!" Angel called out.

Spike turned around and gave a huge intentional sigh. "What is it now?"

"You have to help me," Angel pleaded.

"Oh, please, what makes you think that I would ever even consider helping you or anything to do with you?"

"Because if you don't she's going to wind up dead,"

Spike didn't even have to ask who he meant by 'she'. He immediately slipped into 'helping Buffy' mode. "Tell me what you know,"

Angel began, "Well Doyle said that-"

Spike stopped Angel's explanation and spoke, "Wait who's Doyle?"

Angel began again, "Small Irish man who has visions, but that's beside the point. What matters is that very soon Buffy may die, and from what Doyle said it was a large green scaly demon,"

"Large green scaly demon aye? We got plenty of those around here mate," Spike said, getting slightly annoyed at the fact that Angel's little Irish friend's description of this demon wasn't getting them anywhere. "Don't think I'm going to run around Sunnydale all night searchin' for this guy,"

"Well do you propose we do Spike?" Angel asked rather irritably.

"Visit the demon world, get information on anyone who's planning to kill the slayer anytime soon,"

"Last time I checked the number of demons wanting to do that was, oh just about…everyone!" Angel yelled.

"Well you don't seem to be bursting with ideas or information for that matter, so we either use my idea or you can sod off and go back on your merry way to where ever it is you came from!" the blond exclaimed as he stalked his way out of Buffy's backyard.

Angel sighed and rubbed is forehead and followed Spike into the night. "Just my luck, I come to Sunnydale in search for Buffy and I'm condemned to spend a night with Spike,"