Dislcaimer: I don't own Angel
Sorry this is kind of a weird chapter. I really just need to get some random background out of the way…then the action will really start
Chapter 5: Misunderstandings and Clarifications
Two hours and five cases of beer later, Spike and Eliza were the best of friends. The pair had gotten so loud, that Dawn had moved to sleep in the bedroom.
"I definitely agree that cavemen could take aliens," Eliza laughed a slight English accent showing through. In fact, she laughed so hard she fell out of her chair and onto a cushion of beer cans. "Ow, how'd those get here?" she slurred, wiping the cans out of the way. Suddenly, she got a weird look on her face; then passed out flat on her back.
"I don't know," Spike admitted a puzzled look on his face, not noticing his companion was unconscious. "I can't get the tab of this beer off." Spike wrestled with the can, until he became exceedingly frustrated, and transformed his face. He bit down into the can using his fangs, and drunk in the alcoholic liquor.
"Spike," Angel called, entering into the apartment. "Spike!" Angel yelled again, seeing his teeth and Eliza lying unconscious on the floor.
"What?" Spike slurred, restoring his face to a more human form. "I didn't eat her. She's just passed out from the booze," Spike explained, pointing to the hundreds of cans on the floor.
"I did not," Eliza protested, opening her eyes. "I was just taking a nap."
"You're talking with an English accent?" Angel wondered. "What's with that?"
"I do not," Eliza denied her accent thickening. "Oh bloody 'ell. I give up." Eliza said sitting up. "Wow that was a rush. I'm hungry." Eliza, getting on all fours, crawled out of the open front door.
"Why was Eliza crawling down the hall?" Giles asked, entering through the front door.
"She's drunk," Spike slurred. "Girl can't hander hill liquor…handle her liquor."
"Right," Giles scoffed. "One of the patrol groups found something. Buffy wanted me to come and get you to. Let's go."
The three men left Spike's apartment, though one a little tipsier than the rest. Spike wrestled to get his brain unfogged as he followed Giles to the warehouse. In fact, by the time he walked through the front doors, it was nearly impossible to tell that he had been drunk earlier (though he was still speaking very interestingly).
"So what's going on?" Angel asked Buffy when they met her at the base of the stairs.
"Task group C caught a Vampire last night that they think might have some important information. I haven't interrogated her yet. I thought both of you would want to come with me," Buffy explained. The trio entered into the upstairs conference room where, in the far corner, the female Vampire was chained to a chair. Five other slayers stood watch around their captive.
"Dru?" Spike slurred in shock. Sure enough, the Vampire turned her head, to show the face of Drusilla, the sire of Spike.
"Hello William," Drusilla greeted in her own demented way. It was eerie the way she seemed to look deeper into a person than normal.
"Buffy," Eliza started, entering into the room, "Willow said- Drusilla?" Eliza stopped in her tracks, and gazed in fear at the woman who sat in front of her. Not fear because of how powerful she was; no Drusilla was weak. Eliza was afraid because if anyone knew her secret, it would be her.
"What did Willow say?" Angel asked.
"What?" Eliza stammered, startling out of her shock. "Oh, right, she says that they found some information on the resurrection ritual. What is she doing here?" Eliza suddenly changed the subject back to the Vampire sitting in front of her.
" 'Ello darling," Drusilla cooed, training her gaze on Eliza. "You've grown so nicely."
"You two know each other?" Buffy asked, looking from Eliza to Drusilla.
"No, I don't know what she's talking about," Eliza declared defensively.
"Where's your pretty pink dress?" Drusilla continued. "Didn't she look pretty in pink William? Such a lovely girl."
"Dru," Spike said, moving to her side, "you're confused. What can you tell us about the resurrection of the Hell Mouth."